Chapter 53: Yong

In the dark space of the center of the earth, Lin Feng's breathing tended to be stable, and the scorching fire of the center of the earth slowly flowed in the casting pool in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Liquid flames are not magma, liquid flames in the true sense of the word, and only this kind of flame can melt psychic ancient money.

"You little guy, what are you doing, can you refine weapons, who taught you how to refine weapons, so rough?"

A divine spirit floated around beside Lin Feng, pointing and pointing from time to time.

"I know, I'm not in a hurry?" Lin Feng said with a headache.

"You can't be in a hurry, it's not good if you waste such a good material. Another spirit floated over, shaking his head in displeasure.

"It's all at this time, what kind of weapon are you still practicing, it's more important to improve your strength than that, we only have ten years in the psychic world, and we've been practicing for nine years, you two old guys should let go." Just as the two divine souls were chattering behind Lin Feng's back, another divine soul floated over.

"Cultivating an earth-shattering immortal treasure can turn the tide of battle, don't you understand?

"Give you ten years and what kind of immortal treasure have you been able to practice, it's not a big road product, how can you reverse it?"

"Enough is enough, I said all the masters, you should all stop first, I am about to reach a critical moment. Lin Feng finally couldn't help yelling.

"Hey, the little guy is angry, hey, I really don't know the elder, are the juniors in Sword City so arrogant now?"

"Don't say it, Lin Feng's disciple grandson is right, you all day long know about fighting, and now that you are dead, you still fight all day long, is it interesting? Look at my disciple grandson, this is the future of Sword City." A smug voice came, apparently another spirit.

These five noisy spirits were the five ancestors of the former Sword City, Lin Feng thought that these five old guys had ascended to heaven together with the light of the Tongtian Patriarch, but he didn't expect that it was the West Heaven that had ascended.

As soon as he entered this secret realm, Lin Feng was directly entangled by these five old guys, one by one, as if he hadn't spoken for hundreds of years, and he couldn't stop talking in his ear, and it was also because of the nagging nature of these five old guys' words that Lin Feng knew a lot of things.

At first, the Five Ancestors planned to borrow the light of the Ancestor and think about the ascension, but they were inadvertently locked into the psychic world, and from the psychic realm, they learned the prophecy left by the Tongtian Ancestor.

The five people were trapped in the psychic realm, and the speed of time in the psychic realm was ten times slower than that outside, it seemed that more than ten years of time, but the psychic realm had spent a hundred years, and the five people followed the prophecy of the Tongtian Ancestor after trying to escape to no avail.

After all, if the prophecy really came true, the Tongtian Ancestor would definitely take a few of their disciples and disciples away from the psychic realm and reshape their bodies.

And the most critical thing to realize the prophecy is to enter the psychic world Lin Feng, Lin Feng defeated the Great Demon King, okay, everyone is happy, the ascension of the ascension, the hero of the hero.

If you lose, let the Great Demon King overturn, okay, what should you do, don't want Kyushu, the five of them will wait in the psychic world to scatter.

"What I said is true, the materials have all been dissolved, and then it is the most critical time, the five ancestors, it is better not to speak. Lin Feng said in a calm tone, taking a deep breath.

The five divine souls were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the psychic ancient coins in the fire in the center of the earth, all of which turned into a crystal clear liquid ball like water droplets.

"Next is the most critical condensation, come to Lin Feng Kid to see the spirit patterns and styles we have selected for you. ā€

The five of them nodded, and the image of a long sword was transformed into Lin Feng's eyes.

Lin Feng glanced at it, the fairy sword on the image was extraordinary, and the spirit pattern structure in it was even more complex and fine, if it was really possible to create it, it would definitely be a shocking sword.

"I'm sorry for all the ancestors, Lin Feng didn't have the level to forge such an immortal sword. Lin Feng truthfully stated his situation.

Lin Feng, the art of refining, is not even a grandmaster, in terms of refining, he is 108,000 miles worse than Yubai, how can he practice this kind of immortal sword that requires the level of a divine craftsman?

"What, you can't practice it?" Suddenly, the five faces behind him were confused, and he couldn't practice a super-grade fairy sword, if he changed to an ordinary fairy sword, then why did he have to waste nine years to refine the weapon?

"It's over, it's over, it's over. ā€

Lin Feng's face remained unchanged, and his divine soul had already shrouded that crystal clear metal droplet, and began to shape it according to the shape he had in mind.

From the very beginning, everything was predestined.

Spiritual patterns quickly drew from Lin Feng's fingertips, and then engraved them in the slowly forming immortal weapon.

"Eternal Spirit Pattern, ten Eternal Spirit Patterns, still painting, little madman, what are you doing here, that's the best material, don't waste it so much, okay!"

Lin Feng didn't seem to hear the words behind him, but he just painted the eternal spirit patterns one after another, densely packed with spirit patterns, covering and superimposed on the small droplets.

"It's over, it's almost formed, what's the use of taking this thing out, and there are so many eternal spirit patterns engraved, even if you want to dissolve it again, it's impossible. ā€

The droplets were slowly flattened by the divine soul power, forming the shape of a round cake, and the size was constantly compressed.

"What is this for?"

"This is a fusion of ninety-nine eighty-one psychic ancient coins, and minted into a coin?"

"It seems that we have no fun, so let's suffocate in this psychic world. ā€

"Isn't there still a year left? We can't give up. ā€

"Forget it, don't put too much pressure on my apprentices. ā€

In the midst of the grievances of the five people, Lin Feng's refining weapon also completed the last step.

A silver coin flew out of the fire in the center of the earth and floated to Lin Feng's eyes.

Lin Feng calmly looked at the silver coin, and a touch of excitement appeared in his heart.

"Looks like he's happy?"

"Isn't it stupid. ā€

"Eighty percent of them are. ā€

"It's all your fault, the pressure on my apprentice is already great enough, and you are still gossiping. ā€

"It's all said that there is still a year to go, and it's too early to tell. ā€

Lin Feng grabbed the coin, then stood up and said calmly, "Senior Ancestor, I'm sorry for you." ā€

"Let's go, in a year's time, what we prepared should also be usable. ā€

The five of them took Lin Feng into the depths of the psychic realm, and above the dark void, there were five crystal clear elixirs floating.

"Take one in two months, and try to absorb them all in a year. ā€

After saying that, the five of them quietly left this space.

Lin Feng looked at the five elixirs in front of him, the origin of this elixir, Lin Feng knew that it was the elixir that was finally condensed by the spirit and spirit of the five ancestors, not to mention that it was impossible to absorb five a year, even if it was to absorb one a year, it was impossible in Lin Feng's opinion.

What's more, Lin Feng didn't want to absorb it, these five spirit pills had a vital use for the five ancestors to reshape their bodies, if they absorbed it themselves, then the five ancestors didn't have to think about resurrecting and cultivating.

Lin Feng sat in the dim void, touched the coin in his palm, and slowly closed his eyes, without cultivating or absorbing the spirit pill, he just sat quietly.

"What is the realm of gods, is lv6 just relying on the accumulation of quantity? Is it not that gods are made by mortals, but because they are gods themselves?"