"It's only 40 percent successful. Qingluan looked at the tail feathers that had melted into water from a distance, and felt distressed.

"Xiaoqing, forty percent is not a lot. "Ximen God knows that even if he is a refining weapon master, the success rate of practicing magic weapons is only close to one percent, so it takes a lot of effort, not to mention holy weapons.

In fact, this Qinglun Sword is already a finished product, all Su Qin has to do is to melt the Qingluan Feather and the Gray Meteor and cast them on the Qingwan Sword, so that they can be fused into one.

It sounds easy, but it is extremely difficult to operate, and if a frying oven is a trivial matter, such precious weapons and materials will be wasted.

"It's been burning for almost half an hour, and the gray meteor still shows no signs of melting. "Ximen Tian was already sweating profusely, and he had to use some spells to cool himself down.

Within half an hour, the Qingluan Spirit Feather had already melted into water, and even the purple-red stone wrapped around the Gray Meteorite had evaporated in an instant the moment it was thrown into the furnace. However, this gray meteorite with spatial attributes is still unmoving.

"Looks like we need to raise the temperature of the furnace. Su Qin's face looked red in the heat wave. She stretched out her hand, and an invisible force unsealed the talisman and landed lightly on her hand.

Suddenly, the earth fire swished out, scorching the furnace of the refining vessel, and the flames in all directions roared like a giant lion. All the flames in the refining workshop were dimmed, as if there was a tendency to surrender.

"What's the matter, this fire suddenly has no temperature. A strong man was rapidly tapping the low-level magic weapon Wind Blade Sword in the second-level refining room, and when he turned his head to find that several of his apprentices were exclaiming.

"I'll see. With a solemn face, the man walked towards one of his apprentices' stoves.

"Owner. His apprentice hurriedly took a few steps back, showing a respectful look. Their owner's father was an elder of the Refining Instrument Sect, and it was said that he had also participated in the creation of the holy weapon with the sect master of the Refining Instrument Sect.

"Strange. The refiner scratched his head and let his hand out, only to find that the fire really didn't have any temperature at all.

"No!" his face changed wildly at the thought of the reason. This situation is obviously that the seal of the forbidden refining chamber dedicated to his father has been lifted!

"Could it be that the young man in white is a powerful person? My father personally placed a seal, even if he usually practiced weapons, he would not have broken the seal. "This owner has long felt that the young man in white has sword eyebrows and starry eyes recently, and his weapons are extraordinary. But I never thought that the woman in the purple-clothed palace had such great magical powers.

"Looks like we have to increase the temperature of the furnace. Su Qin gritted his teeth, and an aura mixed with a little immortal energy entered the furnace. Countless fire spirits surged out from the ground, and all the other refining rooms, including the flames under the furnace of the disciples who were refining outside, were all extinguished.

The owner of the workshop showed a shocked look, in

"The temperature is so high. Rao is Qingluan also felt the power from the spiritual fire, not to mention Ximentian, who had already resisted. The surrounding walls began to crack, and the reinforcement formation of the refining room even began to gradually shatter under the scorching spirit fire.

The Gray Meteor finally began to melt, and the mysterious gray mixed with the cyan of the Qingluan Feather, which was somewhat similar to the original appearance of the Qinglu Sword.

"Ask the sky!" Su Qin watched the green tank broken sword and the gray meteor begin to merge, and immediately made a decision, and snorted.

Ximen Tian had no time to take care of the power of the spiritual fire, holding a high-grade spirit stone in each hand, and the power of the four elephants quickly operated. The fire of detachment and the spiritual fire are in touch, and there is a tendency to rise and fall.

At this moment, even the stove made a noise, and the moisture on Ximentian's exposed skin was quickly dried up, some like firewood. His hair was also slightly curled, and the smell of burnt was coming out.

Su Qin looked at Ximen Tian with some reluctance, but she also understood that he had always used this sword as a weapon to carry with him, and he obviously had a deep feeling.

When he was in the fairy world, the Fengtian Immortal King was fond of swords, and he was superb. In the Eight Desolations, this kind of character has not changed.

"Zizizizi. "Several fire snakes opened their mouths and devoured away from the fire, this fire snake is the essence of spiritual fire, the origin of all the refining fire in the refining workshop!

"Nanming!" Ximen Tian's face was hideous, struggling to resist the devouring of the spiritual fire.

"You...... Why hasn't your Four Elephant Spirit condensed yet?" Su Qin's face changed and he exclaimed. She always thought that Ximen Tian had penetrated the four elephants according to the gossip, but she didn't expect that even the spirit of the four elephants had not been condensed.

Although Ximentian's mouth was dry at the moment and he couldn't speak at all, his heart was cold until it was thorough. Of course he had heard of the spirit of the four elephants, but this was already a higher realm thing, and he needed to further understand the four elephant gossip.

"That'...... "Without the spirit of the four elephants, Nanming's level of separation from fire is one level lower than that of spiritual fire, although detachment from fire is a simulated thing in the fairy world, but the spiritless fire is always much worse than the spirit fire.

Ximentian's eyes flickered back and forth, and he looked at Su Qin eagerly.

"Of course, if you give it up, it's going to be a puddle of waste. Su Qin immediately understood what Ximen Tian meant, and sighed in her heart. Ever since she said this, she knew that Ximen Tian would not give up.

Sure enough, despite his exhaustion, Ximen Tian shook his head firmly. The Qingjar Sword is his promise in the tomb of Wuhou, a testimony of an experience, and besides, this sword has followed him for many years to kill strong enemies, how can he give up easily?

"Ahh

"No, you'll die!" Su Qin wanted to give up the input of the furnace ding's aura, but she never thought that Ximen Tian had been staring at her with a hint of begging in his eyes.

This was the first time she had seen Ximen Tian show such a look.

"Xiaoqing, you call a few times. At the critical moment, Su Qin looked at the little finch hiding in the corner, and inspiration flashed.

"La-la-la. Xiaoqing was a little curious, and immediately obeyed the master's instructions and called a few times.

"In the language of your Qingluan clan!"

"Okay, okay. "Xiaoqing has never seen its owner get so angry.

"Ask God, you see, only this time. If you can't condense it, you can only give up. Su Qin looked at Ximen Tian and said softly, her heart was distressed.

Qingluan led his neck to sigh, and with a clear sound, he soared into the sky!

The spiritual fire seemed to be stimulated, and it rushed towards Ximen Tian even more frantically, and Nanming gradually disintegrated from the fire!

"Nanming leaves the fire!" At the moment of contact with the god of death, Ximen Tianmeng roared. A phantom of a Vermilion Bird hovered around him, and the fiery snake was devoured in half in an instant.

"Suzaku!" Qingluan blinked her eyes, and for the first time, the conceited little princess showed a look of reverence.

"It's finally good. Ximen Tian was dizzy. Su Qin also cried in response, and in the joy, neither of them heard the cracking sound of the stove.

"Master, look at the stove!" Qingluan screamed and reminded when he saw the cracks on the stove due to the high temperature. Ximen Tiangang's relaxed spirit tensed again.

Su Qin nodded, calmly struck out a few immortal qi, and stabilized the furnace ding.

On the Immortal Cultivation City, with the refining workshop as the center, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth in an instant, and the vision was born abruptly!

In the refining room, the brilliance is flowing and the edge is revealed!

Qingluan leaves the fire sword, cast!