The two were in a stalemate for a long time, but the abnormal movement in the furnace still did not stop, but with the passage of time, the resistance of the killing knife became stronger and stronger.

"Town!"

Seeing this, Cao Luo clasped his hands together, and countless spiritual powers came out of his body, accompanied by a loud shout, turning into golden chains with the thickness of his arms, wrapped around the killing knife.

The chain at the other end was clasped against the inner wall of the furnace, and no matter how the killing knife hit, it still couldn't break free.

A day later.

All the monks had a deep tiredness on their faces, and the sleepless pinching of the recipe for a day and a night to stabilize the inside of the furnace was a great test of spiritual power and patience.

"The spirit weapon has been suppressed, ready for blood refining!"

After a day of pulling, the movement inside the furnace gradually stopped, Cao Luo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and the tension on his face disappeared.

Because he knows that he has made it through the hardest times.

Although the rerefining of spiritual weapons cannot be compared with refining spiritual weapons, the difficulty coefficient is also very high, especially in the early stage of suppressing spiritual weapons, once they fail, not only will the spiritual weapons be hit hard by unhealable, but they will also be attacked indiscriminately by spiritual weapons and earth fire as refiners.

Especially the earth fire in the earth fire vein, without the suppression of the utensils, the earth fire can be described as the existence of destroying the world, as long as it is contaminated with a little, the earth fire will frantically burn the spirit of the monk.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Then the next thing is very simple, as long as Cao Luo doesn't make a mistake or makes any mistakes that shouldn't be made, this rerefining spirit weapon will be considered a success.

Call......

Not only Cao Luo, but also the other Dharma Protector disciples were also relieved, they sat on the ground paralyzed, panting heavily, but their expressions were very excited.

They are just a group of cultivators who like refining weapons, and they are not disciples of the Refining Pavilion, but if they succeed this time, then they will have the capital to become disciples of the Refining Pavilion.

Although they are not personally involved in refining spiritual weapons, even rerefining spiritual weapons is an opportunity that can be encountered but not sought, and the experience accumulated while obtaining qualifications is undoubtedly of great help to them.

"Yes!"

The other disciple who was guarding the prisoner nodded in agreement, and then brought out dozens of monks with blank expressions, and pushed them into the deep pit below the furnace that connected to the earth's fire veins.

There were no screams, no struggles, the monks didn't even have a single expression, they disappeared in an instant in the fire.

Call!

The pattern on the furnace suddenly bloomed at this time, and the original soft light before was suddenly rendered with a touch of enchanting red.

At the same time, the flames in the furnace gradually turned blood-red, and at a cursory glance, it seemed that what was rolling in the furnace was not flames, but viscous blood.

But to Mo Xie's surprise, he found that since the appearance of the blood flame, the temperature in the square began to drop rapidly, and it was only a short time before it returned to the temperature when the Earth Fire Vein did not erupt.

"Blood refining can also be called sacrificial refinement, using life as firewood and essence as sparks, so that although the flame cannot feel the temperature on the outside, if this flame burns itself, then you can feel its temperature. ”

With the blood flames, Cao Luo's shoulders collapsed, his tense face relaxed, he looked back and saw Mo Xie's puzzled expression, smiled and began to explain patiently.

"It's really a long time to see...... Mo Xie sighed, when he used the blood refining method before, he didn't think about it so much, he just focused on letting the killing complete the initial transformation.

But now, as a bystander, he clearly saw how the blood refining progressed from another angle, and at the same time, he also saw the true appearance of the blood refining.

As a prisoner is thrust into the furnace, the color of the blood flame gradually begins to evolve into a deep dark red.

The surface of the killing knife in the furnace began to turn red, and the blade showed signs of melting, but it did not melt for a long time, as if the blade and the temperature had reached a balance, and no matter how much firewood they were filling, it would not help.

"When will the formation pattern be carved?" asked the ink demon.

"Don't worry, the material of your spirit weapon is very special, in order to ensure that the formation pattern is perfectly carved, you have to refine it for a while, you might as well take advantage of the current time to think about the problem of the spirit of the machine. ”

Cao Luo sat cross-legged on the ground, silently recovering his spiritual power, and said.

"Yes, squeak when you need me. Mo Xie scratched his head in embarrassment, the nervousness and eagerness in his heart made him feel at a loss, just like a father waiting for the birth of a child outside the delivery room, except for the random turn, nothing could help.

"Don't worry, carving the formation pattern is my specialty, I can't be familiar with it for a long time, and if I can't do it, the master won't let me do it, after all, destroying a spiritual weapon is not something a refiner should do, so you don't have to worry." ”

Perhaps feeling the apprehension in Mo Xie's heart, Cao Luo began to patiently comfort Mo Xie, and at the same time, in order to convince Mo Xie of himself, he took out a long knife with a style similar to killing in front of everyone, and carved the formation pattern in public.

Although this long knife was only between a spiritual weapon and a magic weapon, Cao Luo's smooth technique still made the ink demon's apprehension disappear a little. 520

Another three days passed.

There were fewer and fewer prisoners in the square, and the number of monks who died every day as firewood reached three thousand.

But no one will be unbearable, because this is the survival of the fittest in the immortal cultivation world, although it is very bloody and cruel, but this is the reality, as long as you embark on this road, you must be mentally prepared, and you also need to give up some seemingly precious things, such as kindness and innocence.

Only in this way can we go further and further on this thorny road without any temptation or other emotions.

At this moment, the blood flame in the furnace has reached the extreme, it is a color close to black, as if it is a puddle of blood that has been in the furnace for an unknown number of years, which makes people very uncomfortable.

After three days of non-stop roasting, a layer of miserable white hard shell has condensed on the surface, and I don't know if it is the ashes or the impurities of the killing itself.

"Start carving the formation pattern, you are protecting the Dharma on the side, don't let anyone disturb me, Senior Brother Mo will wait for me to carve the formation pattern, you will take my place as soon as possible, and complete the recognition of the master while completing the instrument spirit, so as to ensure that the formation pattern, the instrument spirit, and the three of you can achieve the greatest degree of fit." ”

Cao Luo stood up suddenly at this time, described all the places that needed attention with a serious face, and after seeing that everyone was following his instructions, he took out a set of strangely shaped utensils from the storage ring.

There are dozens of large and small things in total, and the ink evil is amazing to watch.

On the other side, Cao Luo was wrapped with spiritual power in his hand, ignoring the temperature of the spiritual weapon, and pulled it out of the scorching blood flame, and the fiery red blade was like a blazing torch, illuminating the surroundings at once.

Cao Luo held the spiritual weapon in one hand, and the other hand was stained with spiritual power and kept beating the blood flame that fell from the killing knife, from his hideous expression, the ink evil could see how terrifying this blood flame that seemed to have no temperature was.

After all, with Cao Luo's heat-resistant physique, he was not even afraid of fire poison, but he was burned with this expression just by the blood flame on his body, which was only the size of a fingernail.

"Whew...."

After Cao Luo extinguished those blood flames, he took a heavy breath, and his whole person fell into an absolute concentration, he slowly put the fiery red killer knife on an anvil made of the same material as a furnace, and then raised the hammer in his hand.

Hitting the killing knife again and again, it was very rhythmic, which made Mo Xie suddenly think of something.

"When I broke through to the thirteenth level of the Blood Condensation Realm in Fire Maple City, I seem to have experienced something similar..."

Thinking about it, he crossed the pictures in his mind, every detail was clearly visible, and he could even feel the rhythm full of regularity at the beginning....

"Cao Luo, you have something you want to tell you!"

Mo Xie suddenly had a very strange and strong feeling, he always felt that if Cao Luo was allowed to tap according to the original rhythm, it was very likely that something unpredictable would happen, although Mo Xie didn't know what would happen.

But he was sure that something good would happen, and this feeling was very strong, as if we sometimes had a premonition that we were about to win the lottery, without any basis.

"What's wrong!"

Cao Luo's dissatisfied voice appeared with the sound of tapping.

"I don't know how to tell you, but I want you to use my percussion rhythm to refine and kill!"

Mo Xie's tone was very hurried, although he knew how rude it was to interrupt a person's favorite thing, but at the moment Mo Xie didn't care so much, after all, this matter had indescribable benefits for killing or for himself.

"No, Senior Brother Mo, you don't understand the refining weapon, if you change the refining frequency in the middle of the process, even if it is a finished medium-grade spiritual weapon, there will be unpredictable damage. ”

Cao Luo said noncommittally.

In a way, Cao Luo is like the temper of the Dark Fire Elder, like a stinky and hard stone, as long as he believes in something, no matter how much others persuade him, he will not accept it.

Especially when this kind of thing is still said in the mouth of a layman like Mo Xie, it's strange that he can adopt it.

"Don't refuse, I'll divide a part of my soul and let you experience it for yourself. ”

Splitting the soul is very dangerous, because the soul belongs to the foundation of the monk, it is very fragile, and any damage will be directly reflected in the physical aspect, and even some major damage will cause the realm to permanently stagnate in the present.

Only when you reach the True Spirit Realm will you officially touch the soul level, and before that, once there is any problem or damage to the soul, then the monk's life is over early.

When Cao Luo heard this, he also understood the sincerity of the ink evil, and couldn't help but be a little curious, what kind of tempering method could make the ink evil rush into such a quenching method?

"Good!"

Cao Luo nodded in agreement, but the movements in his hands still did not stop at all, and he was still beating and killing with a regular sound.

"Thank you!"

Mo Xie was overjoyed, he didn't hesitate at all, he directly swiped on his soul, divided a small part, and sent it to Cao Luo's mind with that rhythmic memory.

"This ......"