"Leaning on the Demon Sword?" At that moment, Xiao Ming was shocked, as if he had seen the history of this Demon Leaning Sword in the Library of the Temple Valley. I heard that in the barbarian era, the Demon Sword was one of the eight great spirit swords, but after that mighty primitive war, the Demon Sword disappeared into the river of history. The Demon Sword of the Barbarian Era brings people a strong sacredness.

"Well, leaning on the Demon Sword! Kill a hundred people with one sword!" The Tiger Soul's eyes flashed with a burst of powerful light, as if it had returned to the barbarian era, with the ancient emperor on the Eastern Expedition to the north.

The Ancient Emperor could refine the soul, the tiger soul was refined, and the Demon Sword was also refined into the sword soul.

It's just that in that mighty battle, the sword soul was destroyed, and the demon sword was also broken. The soul dies in the sword, and the demon sword can still be resurrected, but the soul is destroyed, and the sword is vulnerable. The reason why the Demon Sword was destroyed by the Tiger Soul is very clear, that is, the Sword Soul was scattered, and there is no need for the sword to exist. Now, the Tiger Soul wants to refine this Ancient Demon Sword, one is to help Xiao Ming, and the other is to miss the Sword Soul!

"One sword kills a hundred people in anger?"

Xiao Ming was a little stunned, what is the power of this Demon Sword?

"You'll soon find out! Now trapped in the spirit zone, where the spirit is very strong, it is rare to be a quiet space. You can refine a sword here, and the powerful spiritual breath in your body is the energy that refines this demon-leaning sword!" "The tiger soul's voice was very calm, and he was not excited on the surface, but in his heart, his blood was boiling, as if he had found a brother who had been separated for thousands of years!

"Hmm!"

Xiao Ming nodded vigorously.

Soon it will be a reincarnation battle, and he will have to fight for a spot. But many times, something backfires on him. For example, at this moment, he has the pearl of the Patriarch Regiment in his body, which stores twenty percent of the strength of the Patriarchal Regiment, but Xiao Ming can't absorb it, because compared to the Emperor's Spiritual Breath in his body, these spiritual breaths are garbage-like existences. If you can't absorb it, you won't be able to become the number one disciple in a short period of time. And he has other identities, cultivating the emperor**, breaking through the spirit refining ice, and challenging the third level of thunder, all of which make the entire Temple Valley boil.

But he never identified himself.

The emperor ** is his secret.

Breaking through the spirit refining ice and challenging the thunder, there are too many adventures, too many dreams, Xiao Ming promised Li Biyao at the beginning that he would not be exposed, and now he will not be exposed!

For various reasons, it is destined that Xiao Ming will not obtain the qualification quota for the reincarnation war because of this.

Then there is only one chance left, which is the reincarnation of the pre-war refinement, in the realm of dreams, called the soul refinement. This soul refining is different from the other seven major caves in the Temple Valley, it will be a fierce refinement of life and death. There is only such an opportunity, Xiao Ming must seize it to the death. If you want to challenge, you must have your own weapons.

Lean on the Demon Sword!

Xiao Ming secretly read a sentence, and then he said, "Relying on the Demon Sword, a very strong existence, start refining now!"

"Don't be in a hurry yet!" Tiger Soul said: "The group of wastes in the Temple Valley are still observing, and when they lose faith in you, it will be the time for us to refine the Demon Sword......!"

Xiao Ming nodded.

At that moment, he pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, secretly recited the Dharma formula, looked at his nose and nose, looked at his heart, thought about his heart, and his soul quietly calmed down, and entered the resting realm of the quenching body. The whole person is in a state of tranquility.

As time passed, above the spirit area, the patriarchal group made an impatient voice: "This kid is extremely likely to have failed!"

"I've been watching you for ten days, and there is still no result we want!"

Elder Xingtian shook his head and said, "It seems that we are wasting our time!"

"Mingzhu, which stores more than a dozen of our old immortal skills, unfortunately, it melts into Xiao Ming's body, if he fights for qi, he can be strong according to this, and it is also an extremely perfect thing to honor the Temple Valley. But what makes people angry is that he's a complete piece of waste!" the war veteran scolded.

"After the pearl is lifted, it will melt in a short time, if it can't be absorbed in time, it will lose its spiritual breath, ten days have passed, I think, the pearl is a white refining!"

"This kid, a waste, in my opinion, solved him in one go, a hundred!"

This voice sounded, and at that moment, the patriarchs, all of them showed indifferent expressions, as if in their eyes, Xiao Ming had become a waste-like existence.

"This must not be!" said sternly, "This kid is named by the Bone King himself, even if he is a waste, he can't be killed." Since he has become a waste, let him fend for himself, and no one in the Valley of the Temple can mess with him. Mingzhu is in vain, let's go!"

"It's a pity for one of my pearls!"

In the voice of regret, all the elders left one after another.

And at this moment, Xiao Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and the voice of the tiger soul sounded in his body: "They are gone, let's start refining!"

"Good!"

As Xiao Ming's voice sounded, at that moment, the imperial spiritual breath in his body was boiling, and the gap and cracked in the dantian, streams of imperial spiritual breath poured out, according to the meaning of the tiger soul, Xiao Ming used his divine sense to pour this imperial spiritual breath towards his right hand. Everywhere the emperor's spiritual breath went, it was shining. Human skin can't withstand the emperor's spiritual breath at all, and a strong spiritual wall will be formed on it.

"Also draw out the spiritual breath of the Middle Temple in your body!" the voice of the tiger soul sounded.

At that moment, Xiao Ming moved.

He lifted the Spirit Breath Law Seal, and the hundred-character spirit rune spun rapidly in his body. Soon it condensed into a stream that inspired the pearl. Like a dam that has collapsed, bursts of spiritual breath gushed out violently. These spiritual breaths welled up on his left hand. When the spiritual breath gushed out, there were streams of red blood, and Xiao Ming's entire left arm was burned red, extremely heavy.

"The first step is to refine the Demon Sword!"

The voice of the tiger soul sounded: "Thousands of years ago, the Demon Sword was refined with sacred soldier crystals, but now, I want to use the Emperor's Spiritual Breath to refine this Demon Sword!"

Tiger Soul's voice was full of excitement.

A glimmer of light also flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes, according to the mind of the tiger soul, at that moment, he drove the spiritual breath in his body, waiting for an opportunity. And an artifact suddenly appeared in his mind, the artifact was bright and shiny, the hilt of the sword was made of ancient foehn wind, and the two sides of the sword were coiled with the green dragon and the white tiger respectively, and the sword body was very simple, with bursts of cold murderous aura.

"This is the Demon Sword! You follow me to refine it!"

The voice of the tiger soul sounded.

At that moment, Xiao Ming moved, he used his divine sense to drive his soul, and a stream of cold breath erupted from his right hand, and this emperor's spiritual breath sprayed out, quickly condensing into a physical object. But half a moment later, the crystals of these objects dissipated again.

It is not easy to focus on the Spiritual Breath, because the Spiritual Breath is not a physical object in the first place.

"Gone!"

At that moment, Xiao Ming was a little anxious.

"Calm!" Tiger Soul's voice revealed a calmness that the building collapsed and his face did not change, as a tiger general under the emperor, he had tens of thousands of years of memory, and he naturally knew that the emperor's spiritual breath could not be condensed into a physical object. The spiritual breath is not a physical object, when it is sprayed, it will always dissipate, and the most important thing is that the spiritual breath is restless, and it will only be encapsulated in the dantian, and other places are in an excited state.

Therefore, there is only one way to deal with the Emperor's Spiritual Breath that cannot be condensed into a physical object, and that is to break the structure within it and make it calm.

It is difficult to control the spirit breath in the excited state, and only in the dantian, with a strong static effect, the excited state of the spirit breath will tend to the normal phase.

"Tiger Soul, didn't you say that this is the Spirit Zone?"

Xiao Ming asked.

"Of course!"

The Tiger Soul nodded: "This is the Spirit Zone, surrounded by strong resting molecules, these resting molecules can attract any spiritual breath and change the structure of the spiritual breath, so as to reach a saturated state. Only in this way will the spirit in the state of activation calm down!"

"In that case, why can't my Emperor's Spiritual Breath condense the Demon Sword?"

"They haven't used the resting elements around them yet!" Tiger Soul said: "This huge spiritual area is filled with tens of thousands of resting molecules, if it can be guided and used, it will definitely refine the Demon Sword!" Tiger Soul's voice was still so calm.

In fact, for thousands of years, he has tried many times to resurrect the Demon Sword, but all of them have failed.

There are two conditions for the resurrection of the Demon Sword, one is to be in the spirit area, and the other is to refine the soul!

The former, it doesn't seem difficult, in the entire Xiuwu Continent, there are many spiritual areas. And the latter is more difficult, if the ancient emperor is still there, refining the soul is a matter of course. But in fact, resurrecting the Demon Sword is not as easy as imagined. Many times, the tiger soul has been defeated in condensing the spiritual breath to form the sword body, even if it is in a strong spiritual area with a strong resting effect, the tiger soul cannot condense the sword body.

"Then start refining!" Xiao Ming said.

"It's already started. Tiger Soul said lightly.

"Huh?"

Xiao Ming was a little puzzled, and at this moment, Xiao Ming felt a burst of cracking pain on his right hand, like thousands of ants shuttling through it, constantly devouring souls, Xiao Ming wanted to destroy his arm. He was confused by the pain, and at that moment, he reached out and was about to slash down. But at this time, the voice of the tiger soul was like a wilderness ghost: "Boy, you hold on a little longer!"

"Good ......"

Xiao Ming trembled, and his eyes flashed with pain. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: "I'm so miserable, give me ...... death"

Suddenly, he raised his right hand fiercely and blasted the Emperor's Spiritual Breath into the sky.

A strong imperial aura poured out from Xiao Ming's right hand, and then exploded in mid-air, a strong light exploded, Xiao Ming was stimulated, and then the whole person seemed to collapse, and his breath was extremely weak. This time, refining the Demon Sword almost exhausted the Emperor's Spiritual Breath in his body. It was as if he was dead.

Bang!

There were bursts of thunder and roars, and in mid-air, sword light rolled and lightning flashed.

A spirit sword floats in the air.

"Leaning on the Demon Sword...... He Demon Sword ......"

The voice of the tiger soul trembled: "It has finally been refined......"