But he couldn't enter the black fire domain at all, and just by getting closer, his consciousness body showed signs of collapse. Watermark Ad Test: Watermark Ad Test

As a last resort, Xia Wushuang finally took out the magic furnace. Then, using spiritual power as bait, attract the black fire to fall into the furnace, disperse the original low-end flames, and turn the entire furnace into a small world of black flames.

This seemingly simple process is actually full of pain.

Because the spiritual power bait extended by Xia Wushuang would be directly destroyed once it was burned by the black flame, and it would be impossible to recover it. This is equivalent to a cruel self-decapitation, although every trace of lost mental power is pitiful, but the feeling of being pricked by someone with a needle in the soul must not feel good as long as it is not super shaking.

However, fortunately, Xia Wushuang persevered with his tenacious will, and guided enough Black Flame into the furnace.

"I look so hanging, I feel like this artifact furnace is about to explode." No. Seven pointed at the distorted figure in front of Xia Wushuang, like a magic furnace about to be melted, and said with an ugly expression.

"You don't want a crow's mouth, okay?" Xia Wushuang glared at No. 7, and his face was not good-looking. If he couldn't even handle the artifact furnace, then he wouldn't want to use the precious Black Flame Refinery here today.

Seven hesitated for a moment, until he saw that the magic furnace was only twisting, but it was still holding on. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and said, "That...... Refine the Sword of the Night or the Wrath of the Stars? ”

Xia Wushuang thought for a long time and said, "Let's refine the 'Sword of Broken Night' first." 'Scattered Night Sword' and 'Scattered Blade', these two accessories I refined eighteen years ago, but because I didn't have the heart of fusion, I dragged it to ......the present."

"But ......" Seven hesitated for a moment and said, "Sanye is probably psychic now, right?" I can often feel that these two swords will erupt in your hands with particularly horrific damage. It's just a blend. Are you willing? ”

Hearing this, Xia Wushuang glanced at the endless sea of black fire in front of him lightly, hesitated for a moment, and sighed, "Then what can I do?" Hang around a little more. I guess I'm even going to make the 'Butterfly Twin Swords' soon. When the time comes, can I still throw these two Night Scattering Swords that have lived and died with me? ”

"The path of spiritual costume evolution is actually the same as the way of the emperor. If you want to become a super artifact step by step, if you don't progress, you will definitely not survive. ”

"So be it. The psionic value is 8000, which is not high. It's not low, I just hope you don't hate this newly formed artifact. ”

Xia Wushuang smiled when he heard this, shook the Scattered Night Twin Swords in his hand, and said with some emotion: "These are all 'children' that I have single-handedly pulled, can I still hate them?" ”

As he said this, the two long swords in his hands trembled slightly in unison, as if he felt the end coming. Huddled together, shivering.

These two sub-artifacts were infected by Xia Wushuang's special Avia demonic aura all year round, and they were indeed psychic. (Ping Nan sees this scene.) Even Xia Wushuang was a little unbearable, he pondered for a moment, turned his head to the seventh behind him and said, "Anyway, it's not bad for materials, why don't I refine a pair of scattered night swords?" How about leaving these two swords for my children to use in the future? ”

Seven shook his head, crying and laughing. This guy is really wonderful, he looked righteous and awe-inspiring just now, and now he is starting to miss the old feelings again.

However, just as he wanted to speak, the double swords in Xia Wu's hands suddenly moved.

The two psychic swords, as if they had been greatly stimulated, turned into the figures of two children, one green and one blue, holding hands, and flew directly to the lid of the magic furnace.

Then in the shocked eyes of Xia Wushuang and No. 7, the two children didn't say anything, and directly jumped resolutely and flew into the furnace of black fire.

"Ahh Sure enough, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. These two psychic swords and you have a stinky temper, and they are outrageously stubborn. Seven shook his head, although he turned into the shadows of two children, he didn't actually have any intelligence on the sword itself.

As for why the twin swords turned into two immature children, why they resolutely jumped into the black flames.

In fact, it was all because Xia Wushuang had always subjectively regarded these two swords as his 'children', and constantly instilled in them that stubborn feelings that would rather not bend, that would have caused such a strange scene now.

These two swords have been psychic. It is better to be destroyed than to be passed on to others.

"Regard the sword as a human being and give it a special feeling." In fact, this is the legendary secret technique of 'raising a sword'.

If Xia Wushuang is knowledgeable enough, he should remember that there was such a myth in ancient times. Ten years later, I dreamed of rippling in the lake, jumping up koi, one of them appeared, called her father, and then the sword of 'Qin carp' was born, and there was a sword of spirit in the world, and it was difficult to compete for power.

Of course, Xia Wushuang didn't know that he had raised a real 'spirit' sword by mistake. At this moment, he used the Blue Flame as a shield, wrapping the two flashes of light in the center of the Scattered Night Sword, trying to use his own modest strength to make them as unburned as possible by the Black Flame.

He had a hunch that as long as he protected these two points of light, the newly generated 'Sword of Broken Night' would still inherit the previous psychic attributes.

However, in less than a second, the Blue Flame that Xia Wushuang had carefully arranged collapsed in the magic furnace. The power of the black fire was simply sensational, the scorching temperature burned everything, and the two points of light were all obscured, slowly disappearing into the thick black.

Black symbolizes silence. This color, which should have seemed peaceful and mysterious, represented extreme terror in the flames.

In the entire soul world, only Xia Wushuang's sigh resounded. How terrifying this temperature of destroying the Black Flame was, with his current strength, he couldn't estimate it at all. Maybe it can even burn the gods, but it's extremely cruel anyway.

Soon. Under the scorching of the black flames, the sword turned into a purple and blue solution. They were glued together, influenced by Xia Wushuang's will, to form a Taiji-shaped circle. Although incompatible, they are harmonious, and they seem to be full of unique magic.

The black flames in the furnace were blazing, as if churning, trying to pour out of the furnace and burn everything.

Xia Wushuang frowned, and carefully put the red scattered blade in his hand into the magic furnace. He then injected some pure mana into the walls of the furnace to boost the flames of the black fire, and concentrated the heat, melting away the Lost Blades thrown into the furnace.

"It's dangerous! I feel like the stove is really going to burst. Seven just watched from the sidelines, and he also felt a sense of fear.

Xia Wushuang ignored him. Observing the black flames coming out of the furnace, I was actually a little worried.

This black flame is very dangerous, even if his consciousness is as strong as a god, but these black flames have almost incomprehensible destructive properties, completely ignoring any divinity, and can severely damage or even kill him.

So, in this dangerous situation, he was so ill that he didn't even dare to close the lid of the furnace. I'm afraid that as Seven said, the lid of the furnace will be closed, and the furnace will suddenly burst open, and then black flames will splash everywhere...... That kind of picture is really not too beautiful, even if he is lucky enough not to die, he will inevitably have to take off more than a dozen layers of skin.

Caution is paramount.

Xia Wushuang silently recited 'Lady Luck Mother' in his heart, and at the same time, he also put the heart of fusion into the black flame furnace.

The prayer seems to have really taken effect. Xia Wushuang's luck value, invisibly, in a way that was invisible to the naked eye, skyrocketed countless times in an instant. The level of artifact refining, in the shocked gaze of No. Seven, was successfully completed one by one in a hurry, and the three-color spirit solution was catalyzed by the fusion heart, and all the mutual repulsion was dissolved, and at an astonishing speed, it quickly merged together, turning into a pure black, and everything seemed so harmonious.

"It's still a long sword, it's still a slightly arced sword body, and you don't need to make any changes." Xia Wushuang was nostalgic for this scattered night sword, and at the same time suppressed the black flame, so that the black spirit solution was slowly shaped.

A long black sword body, a slightly arced sword body with a flickering dark light. The five-foot-long sword, with its amazing length, gives people a sense of domineering and mystery. It is as if it were the possession of a Night King, and both in appearance and shape are impeccable.

However, just as the moment was about to be completed, in the black flames, two bright lights suddenly separated the flames and suddenly flickered.

Rumble!

There was a thunderous sound in the furnace, like a war drum thundering, and the black flames were impacted, and they were immediately like wild horses that had escaped from the wheel, directly rushing out of the bottleneck of the furnace and erupting towards the outside of the furnace!

"! Run! It's going to be a big bang! ”