Chapter 122: Sword Refining
Qianzi nodded. "That's right! In the real world, if the Heavenly Dao wants to respond to the existence of the Six Realms, it will only use thunder, lightning, wind and rain, clouds, and so on? You say, how could there ever be an artifact that suddenly emerged from the ground as an apocalypse? Let me tell you, all artifacts are created! It can't be innate! The Seal of the Ice and Fire Empire is created, not born and grown! Therefore, this world is a small world! Not a ghost world!"
Lolo burst into tears. As a ghost, he has no tears, but that doesn't prevent him from representing his sadness with his cry.
The ghost mound is not a real-world thing, and An Xian has long suspected it. What Qianzi said, she actually agreed. However, the truth was too cruel for Luo Luo and Yue Yun.
An Xian stabbed Qianzi fiercely, and said: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person! If you say so much, no one will treat you as a prophet! This is something that originally existed in heaven and earth, or was it created by someone and whom, and does it have anything to do with you? It's mine! I said it's the ghost world, it's it!"
Qianzi tilted her head. "Hmph!
An Xian said to Luo Luo again: "Luo Luo, don't cry. Crying can't help you defeat Qianzi, when you're free, you mobilize everyone to find a piece of ore and come back, and you will definitely be able to smash Qianzi speechless. β
Luo Luo stopped crying and said, "Everyone is digging a hole in the ground now, maybe they will be able to dig out the ore!" It just so happened that Yue Yun also said that he would dig deeper to see if he could dig out the groundwater. β
An Xian's eyes lit up. If you can dig up the underground yellow spring water, many problems in the ghost mound can be solved.
Qianzi said twice, with an expression of "you are all dreaming".
An Xian was too lazy to argue with Qianzi, and she continued to melt.
The fragments of the glass heart were extremely sharp, and Luo Luo quickly poured out the sword mold as if he had taken a knife and carved it on a pumpkin. Moreover, he also had time to carve some flower decorations on the hilt and lattice of the sword, which was beautiful and increased the friction when holding the sword.
The flying sword built by An Xian is to integrate the sword body, sword grid, and sword hilt, and there will be no separate installation of the sword hilt.
A few hours later, under her persistent refining, the three iron ore concentrates finally completely fused, turned into a puddle of molten iron, and rolled in the stone trough.
"Get up!" An Xian held up the stone trough, poured the molten iron into the sword mold dug by Luo Luo, and while the molten iron had not yet cooled, he smashed one spiritual power imprint after another into it.
This is the most critical moment. No one should be disturbed.
Luo Luo consciously stepped aside and called his one, two, and three over, asking them to separate the surroundings and not let any of the Heroic Spirit Army approach, let alone Qianzi.
Not only must the spiritual power imprint be completely inserted into the sword body, but the position between each imprint must be placed correctly, one ring after another, and there is no room for error.
Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down An's forehead and chin.
Not far away, Luo Luo was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands.
Qianzi touched it back again, stood far away, stared at An Xian's hands, and sneered vigorously.
An Xian smashed the last spiritual power imprint into the sword body, let out a long sigh of relief, and wiped a handful of sweat.
She put her hand on her abdomen, "Precious son, lend me some ice spiritual power." As she spoke, as soon as she flipped the palm of her hand, a wisp of extremely cold ice spiritual power was drawn from her abdomen. She channeled this ice spirit power to the sword mold.
Whewβ
Iron filings flew wildly, and the quenching of the flying sword was completed.
Qianzi was shocked. "You, you, you are so quenched! How can you control the ice spiritual power!" Because he saw that An Xian did not prepare ice water, he had the mentality of watching the play, waiting to see An Xian's jokes, so he kept sneering beside him.
An Xian glanced at Qianzi. "My son's stuff, of course I can use. β
Qianzi asked, "Then why don't you use the Flame of the Sun to refine your sword, but use your spiritual power to sharpen it slowly?"
An Xian glanced at Qianzi again. "Are you stupid? These ice and fire are the food for my two sons. I've used it all, what are my sons going to eat?"
Chimurai hung her head suddenly. β......β
All that's left is grinding and polishing. This is fine work, but also physical work.
Yue Yun volunteered to help.
An Xian readily agreed.
She had been working all night, and she was exhausted.
An Xian went out of the ghost gate, collapsed in the carriage, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, the caravan was already on its way. The carriage swayed gently, without any jolting.
Sitting up slowly, he raised his eyes and saw the ghost gate. I couldn't help but be surprised. The ghost gate is still in front of her!
"Because I drove the ghost gate in the carriage, so, when the carriage moved, the ghost gate also moved?" An Xian's understanding of the ghost gate was a little deeper. "In this way, the ghost gate is not open in the void without attachment, but there is a point that is fixed in the current time and space!"
It turns out that the ghost gate can be moved! Knowing this, she didn't have to hide in the box when she was in the Great Qin Immortal Gate, just open the ghost gate on the box, or open it on Qianzi's body, and let Qianzi fly out of the Great Qin Immortal Gate, or...... There are so many more means!
An Xian experimented a few more times, and finally found a trick to make the ghost door move. It's as simple as making sure that the center of the bottom end of the ghost door, which is three centimeters wide, falls on a movable object. Move the object, and the ghost gate will move with it.
With this discovery, now, An Xian can enter the ghost mound, stay in it for ten days and half a month, and let Qu Linye just drive the carriage away. When she arrives at the place, she will come out again, and she will not need to deal with Qu Linye and them at all.
However, for the sake of the child in the womb, he sat in the carriage leisurely, opened the curtain, and called. "Someone. β
Qu Linye immediately came out, smiling shyly, and trying to hunch his waist, probably because of too much fat in his abdomen, it was more difficult to bend over, and his face was red. "Mrs. An, what do you command?"
An Xian couldn't help but smile. "Prepare a meal for me. β
"Okay, I'll bring it to you right away!" Qu Linye had been warming a table of food in his carriage, and he was careful to protect him along the way. Every time a meal arrives, the table is re-warmed.
The convoy stopped moving forward and rested in place. Because Qu Linye was worried that the movement of the carriage would affect his leisurely meal.
Chew slowly and enjoy the perfect meal, hugging the pillows and reclining in the carriage, almost moaning in comfort.
The caravan continued on its way, the carriage swaying slightly, like a cradle.
It's really nice to be taken care of.
There was not much space in the carriage, Yue Yun did not walk out of the ghost gate, he was on the inside of the ghost gate, kneeling down facing An Xian, and displayed the flying sword that had been polished. An Xian took the flying sword. The body of the flying sword was slippery and slippery, glowing with a quiet cold light. The hilt of the sword was thinly wound with a leather strap.
On the fly in the ointment, these belts are old things, ghost things.
This is the most touching thing about Tranquility.
Yue Yun said: "Your Majesty, the hilt of this sword is made of iron, and the tentacles are too cold. Yun really couldn't find a better decoration, so he could only use the ...... on the hilt of Yun's own sword Yun, incompetent!"
An Xian smiled gently. "I like it very much!Yue Yun, how do you know that I have taken a fancy to these leather ornaments on your sword?"
Yue Yun relaxed, his frowning brows stretched.