After making preparations in all aspects, Fang Yuanzhi took out the spiritual fire and began to refine the weapon.

There are two refining methods. One is to use the refining furnace, using natural flames, to forge the materials, and then hammer them thousands of times. For example, Fang Yuan went to Fang Market to buy one, and then used his essence blood to refine it, and then used his spiritual sense luck to draw a spirit gathering array.

In general, this kind of ritual can also be purchased and used.

The other is Fang Yuan's refining weapon at this time, refining it for his own use, directly suspended and tempered, using his own spiritual fire to forge it, watching all kinds of materials soften in the spiritual fire, changing all kinds of tricks, watching all kinds of impurities turn into spark dust and fall to the ground, what is retained is 100% essence.

In the middle of the practice, it is necessary to continuously inject the essence blood of the monks, the so-called essence blood is the blood of the heart, not the blood of ordinary fingertips. The blood in the heart had to be coughed up directly by the monk, and this process was like an injury. And not just once, it's a lot. Theoretically speaking, the more essence blood is added, the better the quality of the magic weapon that is sacrificed.

Because of this, many monks did not dare to refine magic weapons for themselves, and some monks even refined magic weapons for themselves once, and never dared to refine them again. Because the process of coughing up blood is absolutely painful.

In fact, refining is more difficult than alchemy. Because most of the elixirs do not take advantage of fire, and the materials of the refining tools are often particularly hot or cold, and the firepower is not enough, not to mention the refining tools, it is more difficult to burn them soft.

This time, Fang Yuan's refining took no time for outsiders.

As a foundation building cultivator, his spiritual fire temperature and strength were sufficient, at least five times stronger than when he was refining qi at the ninth layer. If you talk about his refining before, it feels very reluctant. Then this refining will be much smoother.

At least, it didn't take long for the material to melt in the fire.

The refiner cannot use the time acceleration effect, so it has to be honestly forged.

But these materials were ultimately difficult to solve.

It took two hours for Fang Yuan to melt all three things: refined iron, red copper, and meteoric iron.

It took five hours for Fang Yuan to fuse these three things. The three materials, you have me, I have you, can't distinguish each other, are for fusion, and can also be understood as alloys.

This is followed by burning to remove impurities.

This process is so tiring and tiring that Fang Yuan wants to give up halfway.

It can be said that if you come to anyone else, you may quit halfway. To continuously spew out spiritual fire, this far mana test is too great.

And this time, it turned out to be a whole day.

Fortunately, although Fang Yuan's usual cultivation consumption was very large, the total amount of mana in his body seemed to be very large.

After purifying the material, Fang Yuan continued to calcinate. At this time, the essence blood is sprayed while calculating.

"Ahem!" a drop of blood spurted onto the molten liquid, causing a fire. But Fang Yuan felt that he had some kind of mysterious connection with the molten liquid.

"Ahem!" After a while, another drop of sperm blood spurted out of his throat.

The molten liquid burst into a fire again, and Fang Yuan actually felt a wave of joy coming from the molten liquid.

However, Fang Yuan was not in a hurry. Feeling that the spiritual power might be weak, he immediately threw two Hui Qi Pills into his mouth. The Hui Qi Pill has no other effect, but it can burst out a large amount of aura.

"Ahem!" about every half hour, Fang Yuan added a drop of essence blood to the melt.

And the mood of the molten became clearer and clearer in his mind.

After seven drops of essence blood, Fang Yuan began to try to change the shape of the molten liquid.

What made Fang Yuan very relieved was that as soon as he thought of changing the shape of a sword, a mini sword that was only three inches long appeared in Fang Yuan's field of vision.

"Cough!cough!" Fang Yuan spurted out two drops of essence blood in a row, encouraging spiritual power to quickly refine it.

At this time, Fang Yuan was already very atrophied, and if he coughed up even a drop of essence blood, it might hurt Fang Yuan's roots.

Fortunately, this mini sword keeps flying in the spiritual fire, like a naughty and cute child, shouting at his parents. And Xiao Jian's body gradually had a cyan brilliance.

At this time, Fang Yuan rose up and shot a few tricks at the magic sword, these tricks not only had the effect of gathering spirits, but also had the effect of strengthening the blood connection.

I only heard the sound of the little sword, and then suddenly, it drilled into Fang Yuan's eyebrows.

Fang Yuan saw that he was done, and immediately sat on the ground to rest.

Fang Yuan felt that this sword refining seemed to be ordinary, and its danger was not lower than that of the special forces battlefield.

The last three drops of essence blood are already Fang Yuan's extraordinary performance. Because of this blood in the heart, coughing too much at a time is very likely to hurt the root cause and cut off one's own path. One cough is less, and it is not enough to sacrifice the magic weapon.

In other words, Fang Yuan's previous actions were like giving birth to a spiritual and active baby in thousands of degrees of heat, and the slightest bit would make the process meaningless.

In fact, when Monk Tanggula was refining the magic weapon, he would be able to complete it with a maximum of three drops of essence blood.

But after Fang Yuan dropped three drops of essence blood, the feeling in his heart did not reach perfection. Moreover, he can be regarded as having cultivated the fighting techniques and some boxing techniques of the Earth Star Huaguo, and he also has some understanding of the traditional culture of the Huaguo.

In Chinese culture, "nine" is a magic number, because "nine" is extremely numerous. For example, the emperor is generally known as the "Ninety-Five Honor".

Almost instantly, Fang Yuan had decided to inject nine drops of essence blood into the magic weapon.

Although his Chaos Spiritual Root caused him to have far more spiritual energy in his body than that of a cultivator of the same realm, it did not mean that the more spiritual energy, the higher his cultivation, the more essence and blood.

Because the higher the cultivation, the higher the person, the same can only cough up three drops of essence blood.

The reason is that the quality of every drop of its essence blood is better than that of ordinary monks. For example, if a true power comes to refine the weapon, he can only cough up three drops of essence blood at most. Because no matter how much it is, it will hurt his roots, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

The reason why Fang Yuan felt that he was not quite complete after three drops of essence blood was because he felt that he still had "spare strength", just imagine, when he sacrificed his magic weapon that accompanied him day and night, he still had to have some reservations, could this magic weapon reach the ultimate in quality? Obviously, the answer was no.

At this time, Fang Yuan's mind naturally presented a "nine" character.

Nine drops of essence blood!

At the beginning of this idea, Fang Yuan didn't know if he could do it.

Fortunately, in the end, Fang Yuan's will overcame the pain in his heart, even if it was like the tip of a knife cutting flesh on his heart, Fang Yuan survived.

At this time, although Fang Yuan, who was meditating, was not fundamentally injured, he was also seriously injured. The cost of these nine drops of essence blood, and it was actively coughed up, was no less than being pierced nine times by a sword in the heart.

"Since you have consumed nine drops of my essence blood, you should be called 'Xiao Jiu'!" Fang Yuan gave a name to the natal magic weapon that had just been refined before entering the meditation.

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