Ding Cong didn't think that Xuanyuan would give himself such an answer, could it be that there was a problem at some point in history? But now that he was ready to send an arrow, he had to return to normal in a stunned manner. Nodding slightly, he said, "It's good if you think it's okay." ”

The next steps are not tedious, they just take a long time. Ding Cong opened the spirit gathering array that had been arranged a long time ago, used soul power to pull the spiritual energy, the soul fire fueled the refining, and began to refine the sword embryo, this method could not see any traces of casting at all, and only the spiritual energy vortex above the sword embryo could be seen.

This long sword didn't know how much aura it needed, the vortex was just distorting the heaven and earth above Ding Cong's head for a moment at the beginning, and then it slowly expanded, gradually becoming a vortex centered on the entire valley, and the mottled aura was almost visible to the naked eye, constantly being pulled into this vortex.

The soul power is the guide, the soul fire is the base, and the mottled spiritual power is constantly refined, Ding Cong can still cope with it at the beginning, and then there are more and more spiritual power, and the speed of refining is simply not up to the influx of spiritual power, resulting in refining becoming slower and slower, and the spiritual power that has been pulled over has been unable to be injected into the sword embryo in time, and the accumulated spiritual energy is condensed like clouds and mist, gradually like dew and rain, and finally converges into a trickle of rivers.

Ding Cong below was anxious, the ghost knew how to pull so much spiritual power at once, and he couldn't disperse it. Now it has become a difficult trend to ride a tiger, so I have to grit my teeth and carry it hard.

Xuanyuan and Ning Er couldn't help but be frightened when they saw this momentum, and secretly thought to themselves, if the high priest made any mistakes, such a huge aura would be suppressed, and the consequences would ......

Time passed, in the blink of an eye, three years of spring and autumn, whether day or night in the deep valley, it was black and oppressive, and the only thing that could be seen was Ding Cong's soul fire. At this time, Ding Cong was already numb, and the soul fire was still refining the aura, but the soul power was already a little weak. The aura in the sky is still condensing, and I really don't know why such a change has occurred. The spiritual power has begun to solidify into pieces, but there is still no intention of stopping.

In the past three years, Ding Cong has long thought about what went wrong, but he can't figure it out. The Spirit Gathering Array is the standard formation left by Wu Yu, and it is used to refine the spirit treasure magic weapon, although the utensils of the array are not the same, but the effect will not be much worse. And his cultivation has also benefited in these years, although he has always been inferior to the cultivators in the refining period, he is also quite the existence of the peak of the gods. The strength of soul power is far from being comparable to those who specialize in spiritual power, how can it be refined so slowly.

Now all the soul power is used to support the refining of the soul fire, and other means cannot be used, even if you find a place to temporarily store these spiritual powers, then there must be a place. The mustard seed space is large, but one cannot survive, and the other cannot store energy, and the only hope now is that the sword embryo will be formed quickly and absorb these spiritual energy.

Although Ding Cong's heart was anxious, the expression on his face had not changed, and Xuanyuan and Ning Er were deceived by this numb and unchanged expression, and they were still immersed in joy.

Suddenly, the center of the sword embryo lit up, and it became brighter and brighter, and finally, like a bright sun, the dark valley was finally illuminated again. Ding Cong squinted his eyes and looked at the sword embryo, and sighed in his heart, the sword embryo was indeed formed, but it did not appear as he hoped. The aura was still condensing, but the sword embryo had actually stopped absorbing, and the soul fire had to start further calcining while the sword embryo was formed, and it could not continue to refine the aura.

It was another unexpected situation, the long sword had to be calcined now to take shape, but the aura did not stop, and it was still condensed in the air. At this moment, Ding Cong was really physically and mentally exhausted, and he was really unable to take care of the follow-up situation. If you give up and continue to practice the sword, you will have a lot of spiritual power that has entered the sword embryo in the past three years, and if you suddenly stop before you finish your full work, it will not be much worse than the spiritual power block in the sky.

Under the dilemma, Ding Cong racked his brains and tried his best, but no matter how he deduced, the final outcome was the same. They will be encased in crystals of spiritual power and crushed to powder.

Looking at the sword embryo that began to dim a little, Ding Cong knew that he didn't have time to think about it, and if he didn't use his hands to calcinate the sword embryo, he would immediately usher in a spiritual riot of backlash. It seems that what I thought about before was superfluous, and I didn't have the right to choose at all, and in the end I was crushed.

Since you don't have time to think about it, then solve the matter in front of you with the idea that one more second of life is a second. With the sacrifice of the weak water sword in his left hand, Ding Cong threw it into the center point of the vortex. As for the weak water sword, it is made of soul power, and there is no substantial carrier, so whether it can stop the crushing of spiritual power first is no longer in the scope of consideration.

Ding Cong couldn't think about it so much, as soon as the weak water sword flew out, he quickly controlled the soul fire to meet the sword embryo, wrapped it tightly, and the color of the soul fire gradually turned white, and finally there was a faint intention of disappearing. If Lao Li was here, he would definitely scold Ding Cong for being perverted, this form, this color of flame has begun to approach the temperature of the origin of fire, I really don't know how he did it.

Ding Cong no longer had the heart to care about the situation of weak water, so he concentrated on calcining the sword embryo, slowly stabilizing the spiritual power riot inside, and at the same time began to shape the long sword. Time continued to flow, until Ding Cong suddenly found that the sword was about to take shape, and called out loudly: "Ning'er, come here." ”

Ning Er walked quickly to Ding Cong's side, looked up at the thing called the sword in the air, and asked with some uneasiness, "High Priest, what are your orders?"

Ding Cong had been focusing on the long sword, and said quickly at this time: "Use the method I passed on to you to condense the vines, condense them with all your strength, and then throw them into the sword." ”

After hearing this, Ning Er quickly mobilized her spiritual power to her fingertips, only to see a vine winding up, constantly becoming thicker, and the branches and leaves on it were also stretching one by one, growing larger and larger. In a moment, a vine dozens of zhang long was suspended on Ning Er's head, the vine was as thick as a water tank, and there was a small colorful flower blooming at the top.

Ning Er's whole body was already trembling a little at this time, and when she couldn't see it, one hand grasped her calf, and streams of warm currents swam all over her body, and her trembling body stabilized. After Ning Er stabilized her mind, she quickly pointed her finger at the long sword, and the vines also flew over.

As soon as the vines came into contact with the soul fire that enveloped the long sword, it exploded and turned into multicolored ashes, and then all the soul fire was sucked into the hilt of the sword.

At this time, Ning Er looked at the hand that was grabbed on her calf, although the girl at this time was more open, but after all, she was a girl, and she was still a little shy to be suddenly held her bare calf.

Ding Cong didn't have time to pay attention to these things, and the vine that Ning Er condensed before did give him some shock, how long has he been cultivating, and he can do it so far, and it seems to be a simple condensation, but the spiritual power required in it is amazing, especially the details of those branches and leaves are even more testing and controlling. When he saw that Ning'er seemed to be struggling, he reached out to help. Of course, Ding Cong was cross-legged on the ground, and in addition to the girl's calves, he could only hold her calves.

When Ding Cong saw that the colorful ashes were all inhaled, he shouted at Xuanyuan again: "It's now, hurry!"

Xuanyuan, who wanted to pierce his eyes, responded to the voice, and quickly condensed his essence blood and threw it into the sword, and the blood touched the back of the sword and disappeared in an instant.

The moment the essence blood entered the sword, Xuanyuan had the feeling of flesh and blood connected, like an arm and a finger without hindrance. At this time, Xuanyuan really turned back into a child, a child who was about to get a new toy, and the smile on his face was so bright. When the sword slowly fell into his hand, he shouted happily.

When Ding Cong handed the sword to Xuanyuan, he remembered that his weak water sword was still stopped in the whirlpool. But when he looked up, Ding Cong was stunned, and the aura entrenched in the air disappeared at some point, and some were just white clouds floating under the blue sky, and occasionally eagles striking the sky and birds chirping. At this moment, there was a small dark blue point of light suspended in the heights, and when I looked closely, I realized that it was a seven-foot long sword.

Ding Cong recalled the weak water sword, held it in his hand and watched it carefully, the light and shadow on the dark blue sword body flowed, the blade of the sword was as blurry as the cold overflow, the grip of the sword head, the weight of the sword body, no matter how you look at it, it is a physical long sword.

Ding Cong was a little surprised and a little puzzled, and was stunned for a long time, until Xuanyuan accidentally cut a ravine when he danced his long sword, and Ding Cong came to his senses. The long sword in his hand has become a little difficult to put away, and it used to be enough to directly dissipate the soul power, but now it has an entity, so it has to be stored in the mustard seed for the time being, and he has time to study.

Xuanyuan looked at the deep gully on the ground and was speechless for a long time, and Ning Er was also in a daze on the side.

Ding Cong walked to Xuanyuan's side, looked down at the bottomless ravine, and then looked at the neatly cut edge, before he said with a smile: "You know it's amazing, right? Find a place where no one is there when you practice next time, so as not to hurt the innocent." ”

Xuanyuan nodded, took the long sword and took a closer look, and found that there were two symbols written on the sword grid, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "High Priest, is this the word Xuanyuan?"

Ding Cong looked at the word Xuanyuan of the big seal and said a little proudly: "Of course, isn't it good to be unique?"

Xuanyuan grinned and smirked, "Of course it's good, of course it's good." ”

At this time, Ning Er on the side was already envious, so he walked to Ding Cong's side, pulled down his sleeve, and said shyly with a coquettish look on his blushing face, "High Priest, can you help me refine a sword?"

Ding Cong looked at the little girl's red cheeks, thinking that he was embarrassed to ask for something, but he didn't care too much, so he responded.

Later, he taught Xuanyuan a set of swordsmanship, and asked him to practice the long sword for a period of time before starting to practice. As for the long sword that Ning Er wanted, he was not in a hurry for a while, and he would wait until he got the good materials.

It's a pity that the Xuanyuan Sword and the Weak Water Sword really can't be compared, and the grade difference is too far, and it can't reach the level of an artifact at all. If you just look at the momentum at the time of casting, it's quite similar.,But it seems that those auras were finally taken away by the weak water sword.,There's no way to do it.。。

Ding Cong asked again how long it would take to refine the sword, but he didn't expect Xuanyuan and the two of them to say in unison, "I don't know!"

Ding Cong was a little helpless, knowing that the cultivation time of these two people was too short, and they couldn't sense the passage of time, let alone calculate how long time had passed. And this time, he couldn't be distracted by calculating the time at all, he only remembered that three years had passed when the sword embryo was calcined, and as for how long it had been later, it was not clear.