"Heh!

Leng Yanqiu wiped away the blood that had just been impacted by resentment at the corner of his mouth, and his intestines vibrated and spit out.

Looking ahead, the black vortex formed by the rusty sword sucked up, frowned, this time it's a big game.

Originally, the rusty sword was soaked in the corpse pile, and the resentment contained was overwhelming, and he introduced all the resentment in the waterhole into it, but did not refine it.

Now, the rusty sword has broken the seal, but it has vigorously absorbed the resentment accumulated over thousands of years of mass graves.

If it is really refined, he is afraid that he will not be able to control the ghost spirit soldier, and he will become a soldier slave.

What to do?

Do you want to give up and take some materials to refine?

But this sword has not yet been refined, it is already like this, if it is trained into a demon soldier, it must be a peerless fierce soldier, if it is controlled in hand......

"Host, you, who are so timid, are you really the one I know?"

When Leng Yanqiu's heart was constantly struggling, the system suddenly spoke.

This sentence reminded Leng Yanqiu of him when he was practicing martial arts.

Martial arts, such as sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, when he practiced martial arts, he only knew how to move forward, so now he has become so indecisive?

Seeing that the color of struggle in Leng Yanqiu's eyes dissipated, and was replaced by a kind of confusion, the system said again: "I have long asked you not to engage in any shady scenes, if you have too many thoughts, your heart is not pure, and it is easy to be half-hearted, of course, I am not saying that it is not good to be scheming, just don't think too much, cultivator, the most taboo is to think too much." ”

"If you think about it too much, it's easy to be afraid of this and that, and if you don't have the courage to fight against the sky, then how can you see the avenue?"

"Thank you, the system. ”

"You're welcome, you're my host!

Regarding the last sentence of the system, Leng Yanqiu said with some tears and laughter: "How can it be? I'm not a fool, I still rush up knowing that I can't beat it!"

"It's good that the host has figured it out, the psychological counseling fee is five hundred qi luck worth, welcome to visit next time!"

Sure enough, it's still a familiar formula.

Inexplicably, the system actually came to enlighten him for the first time, and he almost couldn't help but give up his second will after being strong.

Since the system can't accept his affection and only wants to trade with him, then he won't have any burden when he kills the system.

After killing the system, do you want to go and talk to the absurd, he helped him take out a lot of potential enemies, do you want to thank me for turning him into a free way?

It shouldn't be regarded as a snake spirit disease and slapped to death, right?

Shaking his head and driving out the conjecture in his mind, Leng Yanqiu looked at the whirlpool in front of him, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

"Isn't it just a little more difficult than Wei Wuxian's cultivation of the Yin Tiger Talisman?, Wei Wuxian can succeed, if I don't have a little more difficulty than him, I can't?"

Leng Yanqiu had a sickly smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a somewhat crazy smile: "I Leng Yanqiu is not weaker than others!!"

With a sudden wave of his hands, he shot out a yin fire, and the mana poured out of his whole body, and the crazy seal, the yin fire skyrocketed, directly enveloping the entire whirlpool of resentment.

The suction of the whirlpool was cut off, and the resentment that had been sucked around began to drift around.

Leng Yanqiu reversed his handprints, and the yin fire also wrapped him in.

A burst of colorful light pierced the flames and illuminated the dark mass graves.

"Look, what's that?"

Thirty miles away from the mass grave, the disciples of the Yin and Yang family who had been observing the mass grave saw that the strong light was first unknown, and then they reacted, it was Leng Yanqiu practicing.

Without anyone's orders, everyone consciously separated, surrounded the entire mass grave, and began to set up a formation, occupying thirty-six directions, laying down a hidden array, as well as an enchantment, so that people can see the mass grave from the outside as usual.

Seven people within a hundred miles of the mass grave began to patrol, whether it was a person or an evil person, as long as there was an intention to get close to the mass grave, then kill!

The stakes are very high, Leng Yanqiu must not make any mistakes!

Block the rusty sword's absorption of resentment from the outside world, quench it with yin fire, and temper its own essence and blood at the same time, and enter it when the rusty sword is refined into molten iron.

Even if he re-cultivated the Chengying Sword, he had never bled so much.

If the magic weapon is refined in this way, he still can't control it, and he will really cry to death.

The magic trick in his hand changed again, and Leng Yanqiu's face, which had become pale due to the loss of essence and blood, was now a little sickly.

The liquid wrapped in the yin fire in the air also began to change shape with Leng Yanqiu's hand.

"Points!"

With Leng Yanqiu's low drink, the liquid split into two, looking at the small two lumps of liquid, Leng Yanqiu raised his eyebrows, continued to release the yin fire, and took out the ore that had been prepared long ago in one hand.

There was a wry smile on his face, refining weapons in such a dangerous place, and daring to use two purposes, I am afraid that I am the first person in the ages.

Shoot out the yin fire and start refining the ore, and at the same time attract a small part of the rusty sword molten iron and add it to it.

He had to keep the Rusty Sword in its liquid state, or the embryo would be in vain.

The ore refined here does not contain resentment, and he can't spare his hands to inject resentment into it, so he can only do this to make it imperceptibly contain resentment characteristics.

Otherwise, when the time comes, the refining material properties will be repulsive...... Then it's really time to have tea with Lord Yama.

Time flies, like a white horse passing through a gap.

Seven days passed quietly, and the thirty-six disciples outside the mass grave were already crumbling, for seven days and six nights in a row, the sleepless delivery of mana maintained the concealment array, even if they were all Jindan stage great cultivators, they couldn't resist.

Originally, they opened the enchantment together at the beginning, but after only three hours, they couldn't hold it anymore and had to close the enchantment, only maintaining the concealment.

Even if the consumption of the Concealment Array is very small, it can't withstand the long-term non-stop output.

Fortunately, there are seven "solar mobile power banks" to give them a steady stream of "charging", otherwise they would have been unable to hold on.

Speaking of which, these seven difficult brothers are really crying, and they are cooks, nannies, and "power banks", when others eat, they have to go up to the top post, and they are almost tired to death after a circle, fortunately they take a nap for a while, otherwise they won't do anything, even if this is a matter of profit for the Yin and Yang family!

"No, I can't hold it anymore......" A crumbling disciple of the Yin and Yang family, muttered, fell to the ground, and fell asleep.

This fell, the canopy of the sky shook for a while, and the large array almost dispersed.

The disciples in other directions gritted their teeth and increased their output, so that the large array could not collapse.

Seeing this scene, several people who were lighting a fire in a dense forest stood up exhausted and separated towards the disciple who was in charge of delivering food.

Three hours later, the mass grave was half-covered and half-exposed, and it emerged, and in the distance, there were only thirteen disciples still supporting.

At this moment, a black tornado was formed over the mass grave, sweeping the sky with black dark clouds.

This is a sign that Leng Yanqiu is about to succeed, otherwise they would not be so violent to absorb the grievances of the mass grave, and they must hold on even more, and they must not leak the news at this last moment.

I don't know how long it took, the dark clouds over the mass grave dissipated, and the sun shone into the mass grave that had been gone for many years.

Seeing this scene, the thirteen disciples couldn't hold on any longer, rolled their eyes, and with a stiff smile on the corner of their mouths, they fell to the ground.

In the mass grave, Leng Yanqiu, who had been nervous for seven days, closed his eyes tightly, buried half of his body in the slag of bones, and fell asleep.