Originally, he only prepared two spars, and these two were very suitable for him, and now he didn't have more hedrons.

However, this time the Enlightenment Spirit was very important to this sword embryo, and he was unwilling to give up this excellent opportunity.

The thunder tribulation is still coming, this time it is nine thunderbolts falling at the same time, and now it is the second time, and there is still not much time left.

Without any hesitation, Feng Lin began to search for the ring with a trace of divine thought, and quickly searched through all the treasures.

In addition to a little bit of the crystal nucleus of the demonic beast in the ring, there is only a piece of jadeite dripping blood, the whole body of the jade is turquoise, but there are a few blood-red marks on it, this is Mu Yi Jin Jing, but what the blood-red mark is, even Feng Xiaoqi is not clear. This stone was originally in the Demonic Beast Mountain Forest, and he exchanged it for the world's spiritual spring liquid and the Green Wing Jiao.

The wood gold crystal is the purest wood attribute treasure, and originally Fenglin wanted to refine it to condense the qi of the wood and improve the art of alchemy. However, because of those few marks, he has been sealed, but now he has no better spar to replace.

Rumble......

The last wave of thunder arrived, and there was no time for Fenglin to react, and the nine tribulation thunders thundered, and the thunder and lightning were like a carving knife deeply carving this sword embryo.

Whining......

The wind was blowing, making a fierce sound, more like the sorrow of the sword body, desolate and sad.

Gritting his teeth, he directly threw the blood-dripping jade in his hand out, and under the nine thunderbolts, the jade turned into destruction in an instant, floating down, and all scattered on the sword body.

The nine thunderbolts were divided into nine colors, like a rainbow wrapped around the sword body, and in that nine-colored halo, there was a thunderbolt explosion from time to time.

Feng Lin clenched his fists and looked at the sword suspended in mid-air, feeling very nervous. This sword is very compatible with him, he majored in swordsmanship, since the ink cloud was damaged, he has not yet had a worthy sword in his hand, and this time is really an excellent opportunity, this is an innate sword embryo, infinitely useful, after his bloodline enlightenment, and after the thunder tribulation quenching, it has successively fused the Chaos Stone Essence, Tianhe Star Sand and Yimu Jinjing can be said to be precious, if it is destroyed in these nine thunder tribulations at this moment, all the efforts will be in vain, this is unacceptable in any way.

Thinking about it, he became even more nervous in his heart, looking at the nine-colored barrier, he didn't even want to take his eyes off a trace of his gaze, he wanted to see the scene of the sword being refined with his own eyes, and the sword was in the air.

Zhou Qijia looked at it quietly, his face was also very nervous, this was his opportunity to witness the sword embryo to pass through the gods, and it was also the greatest honor of the refiner, he wanted to witness it with his own eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sudden tremor in the sky.

Boom...... Boom......

In the nine-colored barrier, the sword embryo finally reacted. It's like a giant hammer constantly hitting the barrier, as if it is about to burst out of its shell.

Feng Lin's eyes were eager, and he seemed to have a feeling in his heart, as if there was some wonderful connection between him and the sword, and the hot water boiled for a while.

He knew that the sword was about to be born, but he didn't know what the formed sword would look like and what its characteristics were.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the barrier built by the nine-colored thunder and lightning was blasted through, and a jet-black long sword pierced into the sky and blasted towards the dark clouds above.

Wow!

Without any accidents, the sword directly shattered the dark clouds, the sun, moon and stars were projected, and the heaven and earth finally returned to clarity again.

The beginning of the sword, the essence of the light through the sky, the sun and the moon compete for brilliance, the stars avoid color, and the ghosts and gods are alarmed.

A sword crossed the air, roaring down thousands of miles, and the wind could feel the excitement of the sword across the clouds. Like a newborn baby, it opened its eyes to this strange world, and the sword finally enlightened, it was no longer a useless dead thing, but a real psychic weapon. It is connected to the blood of Fenglin, and in the future, whether it is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, or thousands of miles of deep clouds, the sword and people will be sensed and pulled by each other. And at this moment the sword was shining with a holy star, pouring down and rushing into his arms.

Suddenly, his palm was in the sky, and the hilt of the sword was falling into his hand, and without any hesitation, Fenglin took a step forward and slashed down with his sword.

A jet-black sword burst out and slashed hard at the top.

Thundered......

The entire mountain began to tremble, and the sky was filled with smoke and dust, choking everyone out of breath.

When the smoke and dust cleared, a chasm crossed directly on the huge peak, separating the entire mountain peak, and the chasm was only ten meters deep in the stone crevice, if it weren't for Fenglin's cultivation not enough, maybe the entire mountain peak could really be split.

Everyone was amazed, the power of this sword was too terrifying, thinking of the scene that had attracted the Ninety-Nine Thunder Tribulation before, I am afraid that no one dared to doubt the quality of this sword.

At this moment, Feng Lin waved his long finger of the sword, his palm was caressing the sword body, his movements were very gentle, and his expression was full of ecstasy.

Today's sword is no longer the original appearance of the sword, it was originally carved from heaven and earth, and now it is integrated with three kinds of spars, and it has been tempered by thunder. Now the body of this sword is still wide and black, but it is still not contaminated with a trace of murderous aura. This is the real magic workmanship, carved by heaven and earth, tempered by thunder and fire, and the whole body is jet black, without a trace.

Today's swords have a row of large inscriptions on their bodies.

"The king has the way, the sword is on the side, and the country is prosperous. ”

"There is no way for the king, the sword is abandoned, and the country is ruined. ”

I didn't expect the thunder fire quenching sword to be so carved on the sword body, and his inscriptions, one is carved by heaven and earth, and the other is the baptism of thunder and fire, all of which are godsends, and this sword is even more extraordinary.

The long sword is held in his hand, as if he is holding the oracle of heaven, the spirit of benevolence and virtue is clear, and the luck is not stopped, admiring the long sword in his hand, the wind is getting more and more refined.

"From now on, you will be my soldier, fight with me, and suppress the heavens with me!"

Keng ......

The sword is psychic, as if to respond to Fenglin, the two red spots on the hilt of the sword, one on the left and one on the right, at this moment, are like a pair of eyes projecting a blood-red light, this light is reflected on Fenglin's body, the eyes are deep, and the eyes are clear.

The master is wiping the sword, and the sword is watching the master.

"Fourth, congratulations, the sword has finally been refined, and the innate sword embryo is really extraordinary! By the way, you haven't named it yet?"

Zhou Qijia glanced at the sword and stepped forward to remind.

"It has already told me that it was born in the Zhanlu Mountains, so it is already named after the mountain, and from then on this sword is called the Zhanlu Sword. ”

Feng Lin smiled, happy.

At this moment, the wine fairy rushed over, glanced at the appearance on the Taichu Peak, and shouted coldly.

"Stinky boy, look what you have done to the scourge of Lao Tzu......'s mountain?

Feng Lin smiled awkwardly, didn't explain, and walked away.

In the space of the stone tower, the past body has been burning the severed finger, and under the entanglement of the two innate fires, it burned for three days before the severed finger finally reacted.

Feng Xiaoqi watched from the side, and his expression was a little complicated.

"Fortunately, the owner of the severed finger is dead, otherwise even if you have an innate spiritual fire, it will be difficult to melt it. ”

The more this is the case, the more Fenglin will shake, and he can't help but look forward to it in his heart. It seems that this refers to Zen is not simple.

Bang Bang ......

The two flames of the Candle Spirit Flame and the Polar Ice Yan were just hot and cold, and under the combined scorching, the violent temperature difference produced great pressure, crushing the severed finger fiercely, for three days, the skin of the severed finger had already been burned away, and the golden finger bones that were exposed outside finally began to melt at this moment.

It took another seven days for the wind to sit and melt all of its finger bones, turning into a golden liquid that was encased in flames.

It took ten days of hard work to finally melt the severed finger completely.

At this moment, Feng Xiaoqi hurriedly reminded: "It's finally refined, now use your spiritual power to pull this golden droplet onto your phalanges, so that the grafting can be completed." Although it is not as powerful as the one-finger divine Zen that comes from step-by-step cultivation, it should not be underestimated. ”

"But what's so dangerous? I think the smell of this golden bone is terrifying. I'm afraid that I will guide into the body later, will it cause any backlash, right?" Feng Lin asked in a low voice, his expression was also very fanatical, especially the fluctuation of this bone fluid, which made him dare not try it easily.

"I don't know that it will take many years to practice Zen Gong in a serious way, otherwise why are there only three people in the entire Buddhism and Zen Buddhism who are cultivating? If you think about it, you will be able to be in a row with the Buddha and them right away, what a great honor for you kid. ”

Feng Lin waved his hand and gave him a fierce look.

"Cut, you're not a good thing, you want to fool me, you just say what kind of risk I'm going to take......"

"Hehe, you kid is getting better and better now. With me, there will be no risk, but you kid will inevitably suffer some flesh and skin. Feng Xiaoqi said with a smile, the expression on his face was very strange.

"Well, I'll believe you once. ”

As he spoke, he swiped his thumb lightly, and took a breath on his middle finger, and then wrapped in the two innate spiritual fires, the golden bone fluid flowed into his middle finger drop by drop with the traction of Fenglin.

"Uh......"

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain of the heart, and this bone fluid is like a sharp golden needle, flowing along the gap between Fenglin's finger bones and flowing into the bone marrow.

The pain, the heat, the paralysis became heavier and heavier, Feng Lin's cheeks were already wet with cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, supporting him to death.

This is true for all fingers, and when the bone fluid penetrates into the bone marrow, it directly loses control and begins to move towards the rest of the limbs. Gradually, the whole body spreads to the entire right hand, and even the entire right arm, and continues to go up.

"How can this be? This bone fluid is out of my control, desperately trying to drill into my head......" Feng Lin was in a hurry, and his fists kept pounding on the ground, and the pain was unbearable.

"Boy, you have to hold on. Feng Xiaoqi on the side hurriedly spoke, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised a strange smile.

Feng Lin's eyes were red, he was bleeding from the bite, the green tendons on his arms were bursting up, and the pain was getting heavier and heavier, stimulating his nerves, and his brain was already a little confused.

Beads of sweat kept falling, he panted heavily, and his face was very pale.

Then at this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in his sea of consciousness, and an old man appeared in front of Feng Lin's eyes.

Fenglin saw it clearly, at this time, an old monk with a solemn appearance, with his hands folded, was saluting to Fenglin.

"Amitabha, donor, we have finally met. ”