Mo Wuxian asked a lot of questions again, it turned out that the quality division of flying swords was also very strict, there were spiritual flying swords, high-grade flying swords, superb flying swords, immortal flying swords, and divine flying swords. In each grade, it is also divided into general, intermediate, and perfect distinction.

The Divine Flying Sword is an artifact. The immortal flying sword is an immortal weapon. Generally, a cultivator can have a superb flying sword and be invincible in all directions, let alone immortal products. Divine artifacts are just legends.

And as the three turn scattered immortals, what they have now is only the Immortal Flying Sword, and it is also the intermediate level of the Immortal Flying Sword.

It's just an intermediate-level immortal flying sword, and the power that erupts also makes Mo Wuxian jealous, in the battles between the strong people, it is already very clear that just an intermediate-level immortal flying sword can be easily used in all kinds of battles.

After explaining the key to refining weapons, Scattered Immortal began to refine the flying sword.

The refining tool is divided into three stages, the first stage is purification, the second stage is fusion and condensation, and the third stage is molding.

Their fire was only a three-flavored true fire, and it would take a long time to melt the dark iron, so he used Mo Wuxian's flame to carry out the first process.

Scattered Immortals were on the side to guide, and Mo Wuxian did as he said.

He sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and flipped his palm, and a flame burst into flames. Then he flipped up his other hand, and there was another flame.

Under the control of his divine thoughts, the two flames fused together, and then increased the output, and the flames expanded with a bang, and in an instant, a huge fireball was formed.

A scattered immortal immediately threw the dark iron into the flames, and the flames crackled suddenly, starting the first process, refining and purifying.

Controlling the flames is like controlling the power of the gods, as long as you get the hang of it, it is very easy to control. Although Mo Wuxian has excellent manipulation of fire, he still has a long way to go if he wants to do whatever he wants.

However, this kind of large-scale burning is still not a problem for him.

The process of refining and purifying does not require the degree of control of the flames, as long as the refining is sufficient, and the purification will naturally be handed over to the scattered immortals.

Time passed minute by minute, and the four scattered immortals looked at Mo Wuxian nervously.

In fact, what they didn't tell Mo Wuxian was that controlling the flames required mixed elements, and if they continued to output, they might not be able to do enough back, resulting in refining failure.

Their worries were reasonable, but Mo Wuxian's fire was not an ordinary fire, but the flame supplied by the heart of the flame, he only needed a very small amount of divine power, plus a powerful divine mind to guide it, he could easily do it, not to mention burning him for a month, even if he burned him for a year, he could support it.

In their nervousness, the day passed quickly.

To their relief, Mo Wuxian's chaotic clouds seemed to be countless times more powerful than they had imagined. In their cognition, the fact that the master can not change his face under such an intense consumption is enough to show his horror.

They really can't see through the magic of Mo Wu.

Under Mo Wuxian's flame, the dark iron began to soften, and then reddened and became liquid, and the whole process was very calm, just a day's time. This speed was enough to cause the Scattered Immortals to inhale cold air.

Mo Wuxian had been paying attention to the changes in the fire, and when he saw the complete melting, he finally showed a look of great joy.

The refiner scattered immortals and said: "Master, the melting of molybdenum iron essence is very perfect, now I use my three-flavor true fire to take over the liquid, you pay attention to the reduction of flames at the junction!"

Mo Wuxian nodded, in detail, before refining, Sanxian had already told him, and at this time he was still sweating, a little apprehensive.

Scattered Immortal sat opposite Mo Wuxian and pinched out a finger, and a fireball suddenly appeared in front of him.

The color of the fireball is light blue, which is very easy to distinguish, and this is the three-flavor true fire.

The Three Flavors True Flame suddenly expanded, and then slowly stretched towards Mo Wuxian's flame.

If he enters, he will retreat. Mo Wuxian was a little worried at first, but Sanxian's precise control made him breathe a sigh of relief.

His manipulation was a bit inaccurate, occasionally revealing a small gap for the liquid to flow out, but the Scattered Immortal would reach out in time for the flame to fill the gap.

This process lasted for an hour before the Scattered Immortals took over the entire huge liquid.

Mo Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, now, he just looked at the refining weapon of the scattered immortals, but instead he sat and observed it apprehensively, while learning the method of refining the weapon.

The face of the scattered immortal is solemn, he looks like a master, the fingers are constantly changing, the flames are constantly shaking, and the dark iron liquid inside is also constantly changing.

Three hours later, the Scattered Immortals finally filtered.

A trace of liquid was thrown out of the three-flavor true fire by him, and the liquid turned into sparks and disappeared before it fell to the ground.

Purification is a very careful process, and in order to achieve perfect purification, it requires a high degree of control. As a scattered immortal, perfect purification is not a difficult task.

Mars was constantly shaken out of the three-flavor true fire fireball, and after another three hours, Sanxian showed a smile. Said: "The purification has been completed, it is even better than I imagined, and it is perfect!"

No one spoke, they were all watching him refining carefully, and Mo Wuxian even poked out his divine thoughts and recorded the whole process in his mind. To his surprise, such a large piece of dark iron liquid was only the size of a basin at this time.

Sanxian transformed the seal again, and said, "Fourth, you take this fast liquid molybdenum iron essence!"

After saying that, his seal suddenly changed rapidly, one flame split into two groups, and the other group was taken over and controlled by a scattered immortal.

While the Scattered Immortals conjured up a complex seal technique again, the Three Flavors True Fire suddenly became stronger, and the temperature rose.

A burst of heat hit, and Mo Wuxian sat down steadily, and this bit of temperature could not affect him.

The flame suddenly became smaller, constantly changing its form, and the liquid state inside also changed.

At this moment, the jade net bottle in front of Sanxian Yi, the liquid refining golden sand in it floated out, the size of a fist. He divided his heart into two uses, once again played a three-flavor true fire, and began to refine and purify Jinsha.

The method was the same as before, but after a while, the refining of the golden sand was purified, and then the two fireballs merged into one, and the crackling sound was suddenly heard.

Scattered Immortal Explained: "Refining Jinsha is a cold attribute, so when encountering a high temperature of ferro-molybdenum essence will explode, this does not affect the process of refining, but is a good phenomenon, as long as the temperature of refining Jinsha is controlled, and then fused into liquid ferro-molybdenum essence!"

After speaking, his fingers suddenly changed quickly, dazzling, at least Mo Wuxian didn't know what he had transformed, but it was very mysterious.

The two liquid states of the flame quickly intertwined and fused, only to blend together in an instant.

At this time, the scattered immortal breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master, send your blood into the flames!"

Mo Wuxian swiped his finger in the center of his palm, and a bloody mouth followed, and then flung towards the flames.

Sanxian smiled: "Master, just one drop is enough, it's useless for you to have so much." But it doesn't affect the refining process!"

The scattered immortals transformed their fingers again, and the flames expanded and contracted irregularly, and then formed the form of a sword, which was a vessel, and it reached the second stage of condensation fusion!