Han Ming ignored the surprise of the antelope, and had no idea of explaining, he just sat on the spot and meditated, although the molten gold body had a strong healing ability, it did not reach the point of doing whatever he wanted, it was quite simple to repair the small damage, and this time his whole body was blurred with flesh and blood, although he recovered in a short time, but he also lost some vitality.

Han Ming sat on the ground and regained his vitality, this sitting was a full ten days, until there was a faint fluctuation in the Nine Laws River, he stopped, stood up, and prepared to go to see what happened to his natal flying swords.

In the past ten days, Han Ming not only recovered more than eighty percent of the lost vitality, but also began to try to cultivate the body transformation technique, wanting to see if this river water had any special effect on the body transformation technique.

To Han Ming's surprise, this river water actually had an effect on the cultivation of the Transformation Technique, and the cultivation of the Transformation Technique, which he couldn't do an inch before, had actually made a slight improvement at this time, although it was less, but it was genuine.

And after the surprise, Han Ming sensed it carefully, but he let out a long sigh again, although the body transformation technique could be cultivated, it seemed that there were still some necessary conditions, and the slow cultivation speed made him sigh.

If it is according to the current cultivation speed, without five or six hundred years, it is impossible to cultivate the body transformation technique to the level of the current sword transformation, and the increase in the physical body is also pitiful, far inferior to the molten gold body and the Rahu body.

"Forget it, anyway, now that I have the Molten Gold Duel and the Demon Beast Body, I will talk about the transformation technique later, and there is nothing to lose anyway. Han Ming was silent for a while, then raised his feet and walked towards the Jiufa River.

Han Ming was not too depressed because of the slow cultivation speed of the Transformation Technique, because he faintly felt that he was baptized by the river water, his whole body felt lighter, and his flesh and blood were more condensed.

Shaking his head, leaving the matter of the Transformation Technique behind, Han Ming looked intently at the Jiufa River, where twelve groups of crystal clear flying swords rose and fell, and the whole body exuded a rich edge.

These flying swords seemed to have been tempered, and they no longer involuntarily pulled the surrounding aura.

Beckoning, four hundred and thirty-two flying swords burst out of the water at the same time and rushed into Han Ming's mouth, leaving only the last one that was grabbed by Han Ming in his hand and looked at it carefully, with a look of surprise on his face.

Because a special kind of refining crystal was added, the previous Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword was silver, but after a soak in the water of the Nine Laws River, the silver color of the whole body actually receded, and it no longer had a color, and it became transparent.

The current Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword is like a flying sword carved from a crystal ice cube, and when you look at it from the front, you can clearly see Han Ming's palm behind the hilt, and the palm lines are clearly visible.

There was also a strange mist lingering throughout the flying sword, fluttering up and down, forming a slightly larger flying sword, making the whole flying sword seem to be condensed by a stream of gas, ethereal and invisible.

Not only that, but the current Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword exudes a strong edge up and down its entire body, like an unsheathed fairy sword, which is exactly the same as the breath in the river, but it is much worse than the breath in the river.

Han Ming violently urged the molten gold body, and at the same time, Rahu's body was also urged, and one by one red golden scales appeared on his arm, and then he slashed down at his arm without thinking about it.

The golden sparks flickered slightly, and then I heard "poof." With a bang, the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword broke through the scales of the demonic beast's body that had been added by the molten gold body, and Qi Gen sank into Han Ming's arm, almost cutting off this arm directly, and for a while, golden, black blood splattered everywhere.

Han Ming raised the hilt of the sword in pain, completely ignoring the injury on his arm, his face was full of ecstasy, he didn't expect the current Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword to be so sharp.

For the molten gold body and the demonic beast body, Han Ming was still very confident, the two were added together, and he could definitely catch up with the body of the eighth-order demon beast, but it was so easily broken by the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword!

Han Ming held the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword, and he couldn't close his mouth when he smiled, but he hastily urged the molten gold body to heal the injuries on his arm, and he held this sword and rubbed it beautifully, like a treasure.

Han Ming felt that the current Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword was definitely sharper than the original six small daggers of the Void Bone, if the two collided, the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword would definitely be able to cut off the other party, and the current Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword had definitely surpassed the natal magic weapon of the ordinary Yuan Infant Stage.

In addition to the sharpness, the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword seemed to have a very important characteristic, Han Ming had some premonitions, but he couldn't sense it, and he couldn't figure it out, he only knew that with his current cultivation, he couldn't move it at all.

Han Ming injected mana into the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword, wanting to urge this natal magic weapon with all his might, but he unexpectedly found that the quality of the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword had improved, and the demand for mana had also increased.

Before the quality of the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword was improved, Han Ming was still in the middle stage of the knot, and he could urge the nine handles, and now in the late stage of the advanced knot, not to mention the ten ** handles, the fourteen or fifteen handles can also be done, but I didn't expect that now that the quality has improved, he can only urge two handles.

And every time I urge it, I feel like I have collapsed, and the mana in my body has gone to more than seventy percent, and the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword can no longer be used as an ordinary means, so I use it casually.

"No, what's the matter, why did you urge it once, the quality of the sword body seems to have decreased a little!" Han Ming, who was looking at the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword, frowned, he actually found that after this sword was just urged, the sword light and sharp aura subsided a lot, and it also recovered involuntarily.

The quality of this Ten Thousand Evil Sacrificial Bone Reverse Yuan Sword seems to be consumable, and if you use it too much, it becomes what it is.

Han Ming thought about it for a while, and threw the sword in his hand into the river again, and immediately found that the river water had begun to refine this sword again, and after about half an hour, this sword became flawless again, just like other flying swords.

"What's going on, how should this be good, can't you use the flying sword in the future!" Han Ming held the sword in his hand and began to feel depressed.

Holding his chin and thinking about it, Han Ming raised his hand, touched the half of the reverse scales on his neck, and brushed it in front of him, wanting to include the entire Jiufa River in it, but found that it didn't work, and the Jiufa River was guarded by a strange force.

Han Ming was unwilling to sweep the water of the Jiufa River, wanting to draw a little of the water from this section of the river, but found that it still didn't work, the river was completely unmoved, and even if he personally went into the water and collected some river water, he found that as soon as the river left the Jiufa River, it was useless, and it became an ordinary lake, and the sharp breath disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Han Ming's series of efforts, but nothing was achieved, and when he was a little discouraged, the antelope knew that it was time to speak by himself, and it bowed slightly to Han Ming and said: "Young master, these flying swords of yours should only be advanced, and they have not yet been completely formed, so there will be a phenomenon of essence passing, if you use external force to completely stabilize it, it can be used again, and it will not drop the grade."

Hearing the antelope's words, Han Ming patted his head and secretly scolded himself for being a fool, there was a well-informed old monster on the side, who didn't ask, but groped around by himself, which was really stupid.

"Then you have a solution!" Han Ming turned his head and looked at the gazelle with some hope.

"The little slave once got a sword cultivation technique, maybe he could seal the young master's flying sword, and after a long period of warmth, he could condense the body. The antelope nodded, but then added with some hesitation: "There is a small disadvantage in this sword cultivation technique, the time required is uncertain, the short is more than a hundred years, and the long is more than a thousand years, and the flying sword cannot be used during this period!"

After thinking about it, the antelope added: "However, according to the longevity of the young master Rahu's true body, tens of thousands of years are only within a snap of his fingers, and it is quite cost-effective to cultivate a set of natal flying swords in more than 100 years!"

"More than a hundred years, or even a thousand years?" Han Ming heard this, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

It is true that Rahu's body has a long lifespan, but this has to be counted after the three corpses are separated, and now the three corpses are fused, and now his longevity is calculated according to the shortest one, and the Dan period is only five hundred years, and the human body is old and dead, and Rahu's body also has to die, and the body of the underworld is not necessarily, because it is not a living thing in the first place.

If it takes a thousand years to cultivate a set of swordsmanship, it will take a thousand years, but he didn't get married halfway, and the three corpses were not divided, everything was in vain!

However, with the assistance of the old guy Antelope, it shouldn't be too difficult to get a baby, and if you can successfully separate the three corpses, if you are lucky, you can live for more than 1,200 years, and you can barely accept it if you are a few hundred years older!

Han Ming was entangled for a while, looked at the antelope, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, give me that sword raising technique, it is to fight, it seems that the next time you use these flying swords, it will be hundreds of years later, and then you may be married, just to urge this set of magic weapons." "The Second Immortal Dao