Chapter Seventy-Three: The Ink Sword
Click-tat!
It was rainy.
The bean-sized rain slapped on the jade-like tiles of the Sword Casting Pavilion, and then flowed down the ridge of the roof and fell into the canal outside the Sword Casting Pavilion.
It was pouring rain outside, but inside the Sword Casting Pavilion, it was steaming.
The disciples of the Sword Casting Pavilion were busy inside.
The various types of refining furnaces continued to rise black and pungent smoke, and discharged down the vents above.
In the center of the hall of the Sword Casting Pavilion, the sword casting furnace with a radius of almost twenty zhang exuded a hot temperature under the blessing of the formation, so that Li Haixuan, who was standing more than ten zhang away from the sword casting furnace, could feel the burning sensation on his face.
Next to him stood Zhang Huanyu and Xu Yi.
Together with Li Haixuan, the three of them were the only three disciples among the countless disciples who had killed the Seven Chakra Demon Beasts in this training assessment.
And today is the day they receive their artifact rewards.
After almost twenty days of refining, the spiritual artifact that belonged to them was finally baked in the Sword Casting Pavilion.
Li Haixuan's eyes looked at the two people in front of the sword-casting furnace.
One of them was a shirtless, muscular Sword Casting Pavilion refiner.
The other person is Lin Ze, an inner disciple who is responsible for distributing the reward of this spiritual weapon.
Yan Hongyu didn't know why he didn't come, but Lin Ze was present as a witness and echoed the rules.
"The three junior disciples have been waiting for a long time, and according to the rules of the sect, anyone who kills a disciple above the seventh chakra in the experience assessment will be rewarded with a spiritual weapon." As if it was a routine, Lin Ze took a step forward and read out the rules of the experience assessment in a very formal tone.
"The spirit weapon is refined by the beast soul of the demon beast you killed, and the materials are funded by the sect." ”
As he spoke, his eyes slowly swept over Li Haixuan and the others.
After his gaze stayed on Li Haixuan for a moment, he quickly moved away.
With that, Lin Ze nodded towards the refiner behind him.
The alchemist looked to be in his thirties, tall, with bulging muscles and messy hair, and his whole image felt unkempt.
But cultivators can't infer age based on their appearance.
Li Haixuan believed that the actual age of this refiner must be much older than he looked.
The refiner nodded silently after receiving Lin Ze's signal.
Then he turned around and slapped the furnace behind him.
While!
His palm was huge, and his five fingers were spread wide enough to pinch Li Haixuan's head in his hand.
With one palm, it shook the refining furnace that was almost more than twenty zhang square, making a deafening loud noise.
"It's so strong! Is it really a realm? Seeing that the refiner's understated palm had this kind of power, Li Haixuan's eyes were full of light.
Even Xu Yi and Zhang Huanyu showed a little jealousy in their eyes when they looked at the refiner.
There is such a saying in Lanyue Gate.
To be able to become a refiner in the Sword Forge Pavilion requires more than just superb skills.
Because some refining materials are extremely strong, if they don't have the strength to match, they are extremely difficult to refine.
Therefore, if you want to become a qualified refiner, you must have the strength of the True Realm, which is why Li Haixuan blurted out the words True Realm.
After a palm, under Li Haixuan's gaze, the lid of the refining furnace was immediately lifted.
Shout! Shout! Shout! Three streamers flew out of the furnace upside down.
The refiner's palm reached out and sucked sharply into the three streams of light.
The terrifying binding force immediately controlled the three rays of light and flew towards Li Haixuan and the others.
Eventually, it landed less than half a foot below their feet.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of sharp objects hitting the floor.
After the three streamers rested for a while, the light converged and presented the main body in front of Li Haixuan.
Li Haixuan froze and looked at the spiritual weapon inserted in front of him.
It was a four-foot-long dark green sword, with a carving on the hilt that resembled the scales of a giant python, and the end of the hilt, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, was refined into the shape of a snake's head.
Not only that, but the blade of this ice sword also showed two curves, like a snake's tail, giving people a strange and dangerous aura.
"It's not a spiritual weapon refined by the beast soul of the Qingtian Bull Python! Although it is far inferior to the Xuanshuang Sword, it is already quite a good spiritual weapon in the chakra realm. After a slight look at the spiritual weapon that belonged to him in front of him, Li Haixuan made a rough judgment.
Then he looked at Xu Yi and Zhang Huanyu beside him.
The spiritual weapon in front of Xu Yi was a scimitar, and it was cold.
Zhang Huanyu's spiritual artifact is an incense burner, and there is a pungent and unpleasant smell in it that is transmitted from time to time.
Without waiting for Li Haixuan to make more observations, the refiner's rich voice sounded in his ears, and he introduced the three spiritual weapons to the three of them.
"The spirit weapon is ink, and the soul of the Qingtian Bull Python is the soul of the instrument, and it is refined with the main material of heavenly bronze. The blade of the sword has the poison of the Qingtian Bull Python, once it is killed, it needs a good antidote pill to disperse, and the monks below the nine chakras are injured, and if they are not detoxified in time, the body will festered after two hours, and they will definitely die after a day. ”
"In addition, if the spiritual power is sent to the extreme, it can also stimulate the soul of the Qingtian Bull Python in the ink breath, and temporarily form a protective force."
"The incense burner spirit incense can diffuse a miasma that envelops a radius of twenty zhang, and the miasma contains meridian toxins. It can induce the Earth Dragon Centipede Soul to deliver a powerful blow, and the power depends on the caster's eyesight. ”
"Spirit Weapon Moon ......"
Listening to the introduction of the refiner in his ear, whether it was Li Haixuan, Zhang Huanyu, or Xu Yi, they all showed expectant expressions.
Apparently very satisfied with the spiritual weapon he had obtained.
Generally, spiritual weapons will have their own characteristics, because there is a reason why the soul of the demon beast is refined into a tool spirit, and it can also be accompanied by a demon magic in front of the demon beast as an attack method.
It's equivalent to one more Dao technique.
This is also the reason why spiritual weapons are so popular and are unanimously sought after in the cultivation world.
Suddenly, the refiner who introduced the spirit weapon to everyone changed his words.
"The quality of the spirit weapon is directly related to the beast soul of the demon beast, so among the three spirit weapons in front of you, the ink breath sword is the top grade, and the moon flower and spirit incense are only the lower grade spirit weapons."
This statement was taken for granted by Li Haixuan.
After all, his own spiritual artifact, Mo Xiang, was refined with the beast soul of the Nine Chakra Demon Beast Qingtian Bull Python.
Xu Yi and Zhang Huanyu's spiritual weapons are just the beast souls of the seven chakra demon beasts, and there are two realms apart, and the quality of the refined spiritual weapons is naturally different.
After introducing the three spirit weapons, the refiner's task was also completed, and he nodded to Lin Ze behind him, and then disappeared into the hot Sword Casting Pavilion, thinking that he was going to do his own work.
"Congratulations to the three junior brothers for getting the spiritual weapons, put the spiritual weapons away, they are all yours." After the refiner left, Lin Ze showed a smile towards Li Haixuan and the others.
It is announced that the grant of spiritual weapons has officially ended.
Lin Ze also had his own things to do, and after greeting the three of them, he also walked out of the Sword Casting Pavilion slowly, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the heavy rain.
Only then did Li Haixuan and the three of them step forward and pick up their own spiritual weapons.
The spirit weapon was inked, and the hand was slightly heavy, and Li Haixuan estimated that it could weigh about 100 catties.
This kind of weight is undoubtedly not something that mortals can wield in the mortal world, but for cultivators, the weight is just right.
After getting the ink breath, Li Haixuan also tentatively injected a spiritual power into the sword body.
Boom! The Ink Breath Sword immediately burst out with blue and white sword rays several feet long.
Caught off guard, he actually left a shallow sword mark on the floor of the Sword Casting Pavilion.
"Good sword!" Li Haixuan's eyes immediately brightened.
The aura is poured into the ink breath, and there is no jerky feeling, that is to say, when he fights, he does not need to inject too much spiritual power into the ink breath sword.
This will allow him to greatly reduce the consumption of spiritual power.
And the spiritual weapon itself also has a blessing effect on spiritual power, which is the icing on the cake.
"This is much stronger than the ice sword I condensed with my spiritual power." The smile on Li Haixuan's face became brighter and brighter.
In order not to expose the Xuanshuang Sword, he had to use his spiritual power to condense into an ice sword to fight against Wu Malin, so that the power of the Winter Intent Sword Technique could not be fully exerted.
Therefore, the sword that slashed Wu Malin at the mountain gate was not Li Haixuan's heyday.
"If it is replaced by the Ink Breath Sword, Wu Malin will have more than one small wound on his face." The palm of his hand slowly brushed over the cold sword body of the Ink Breath Sword, feeling the sharpness of the blade, Li Haixuan muttered.