Zhang Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, and had no intention of stopping, but the entire demon world began to surge.

First of all, a rebel army jumped out to crusade against the royal family, and the temple was eerily silent.

According to the previous rules, every time a rebel army in the Demon Realm rebelled against the royal family, the Templars would be the first to stand on the side of the royal family, and at the same time send the Templars to fight the rebels.

There is an important thing to be completed in the temple, the saint girl has to accept the mantle inheritance of the previous saint, this inheritance is carried out one-on-one, each time it takes a month or two, after the ceremony is completed, the previous saint will be wiped out, and the current saint can get all the combat experience and divine power of the previous saint, and finally push her strength to the peak.

Two major events happened together, which made the people in the demon world panic, and there was a feeling that a storm was coming.

Although Zhang Mo didn't know the situation, he saw the restless expressions of most of the people in the temple, and he also guessed something in his heart.

"Looks like we're going to have to pick things up. Zhang Mo wanted to continue to study alchemy, before the chaos came, Zhang Mo wanted to have more self-insurance capital, and Zhang Mo didn't have much confidence in finding that ethereal space gap.

After a hurried meal, Zhang Mo adjusted his state of mind to a state of tranquility, and then began refining his first artifact.

"The flying sword, the most basic artifact, the master can refine the best artifact, and the novice can refine the primary artifact. These were the words of the old man's notes.

Zhang Mo took a deep breath, flipped his right hand, and a golden flame rose into the air, falling into the ground for a while, and after a while, the ground was burned out of a groove of a five-foot small sword, and the surrounding area of the depression was all burned into a transparent glass color due to the high temperature of the flame.

This step is called the casting mold by the old man, and generally low-level artifacts only need this one step and then fill a certain proportion of refining materials, and master the proportion, without too much technical difficulty.

Medium-tier artifacts, on the other hand, will engrave an attribute circle on the artifact, so that when the user infuses divine power into the artifact, the hidden circle can be activated to launch attacks through the artifact.

The quality of a mid-tier artifact is determined by the speed and strength of the artifact when attacking.

High-level artifacts not only have the assistance of the magic circle, but also some rare materials mixed in it, so that the artifact in addition to the assistance of the magic circle, but also has a powerful natural attribute, and even some artifacts will fuse the souls of some divine beasts in it, so that the refined artifact has spirituality, so the value of the refined artifact is immeasurable.

Zhang Mo took out two pieces of ore of different colors and used the golden flame to smelt and purify the two pieces of ore, when two liquid masses of different colors were left in mid-air, Zhang Mo took a deep breath, shook his wrist, and the golden flame began to gradually increase the temperature.

The two masses of liquid began to fuse slowly, at this time Zhang Mo did not dare to relax in the slightest, the most important thing for the primary artifact was to fuse different materials, so that the refined artifact had various natural attributes inherent in the material.

The natural attributes contained in general materials are not of much use, only top-level materials and rare materials will have some special natural attributes, but once refined into artifacts, these natural attributes will be greatly weakened, and only through the stability of the magic circle can the natural attributes in the materials be perfectly released.

As time passed, Zhang Mo finally fused the two masses of liquid together, and a large gray liquid mass floated in the air.

Zhang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and put the gray liquid mass into the mold he had cast before, and white hot gas rose up.

After about a meal, Zhang Mo took out a gray-white five-foot small sword embryo from the ground.

The sword embryo has been cast, and the next step is hard work, tempering!

Zhang Mo took out a dark black iron pier from the Qiankun bag, and when he placed it in the room, the whole room trembled a little because of the weight of the dark iron pier.

At the same time, Zhang Mo took out a round wooden barrel and filled it with some water.

"It's on!" Zhang Mo flicked his wrist, and a golden flame thick with a thumb formed in his palm, and then under the operation of the machine spirit decision, this golden flame suddenly formed a golden flame hammer the size of an adult fist in mid-air.

While!

The golden flame hammer smashed on the sword embryo placed on top of the black iron pier, making a clear sound, and the place where the sword embryo was hit immediately began to turn red.

When! Zhang Mo manipulated the golden flame hammer to smash the sword embryo constantly, and from time to time he stopped and put the sword embryo into the clear water on the side.

The process of tempering was boring and hard, but Zhang Mo found fun in it, and he began to study the angle and power of the golden flame hammer smashing, making sure to exert his power to the extreme every time.

A day later, Zhang Mo was holding a small gray sword with some prostration, although this small sword did not have a dazzling appearance, but the edge of the sword was very sharp, and under a closer look, the surface of the sword body was covered with marks like a beehive, which showed that Zhang Mo was very well tempered, and the whole sword could withstand the infusion of divine power.

Zhang Mo poured his divine power into it, and the small gray sword immediately let out a dragon groan and rose from the dark iron pier.

Chop!

Zhang Mo twisted his wrist, and the small gray sword slashed on the dark iron pier, immediately cutting a smooth opening.

After fiddling with it for a while, Zhang Mo lost interest, he carefully looked at the small gray sword in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

"Try it?" The green light on Zhang Mo's wrist began to engrave a mysterious magic circle on the gray little sword, this magic circle is not particularly complicated, just a flame magic circle, which can increase the flame attack of the small sword.

After about a few dozen breaths, Zhang Mo withdrew the green light and looked at the light on the small gray sword with some apprehension.

Zhang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and injected his divine power into it, and a magic circle immediately appeared on the sword body of the gray little sword, and at the same time, the entire sword body began to redden.

Just when Zhang Mo thought he had succeeded, the little gray sword exploded for no reason.

After an explosion, Zhang Mo's golden body was also cut open by the fragments of the gray sword, looking extremely embarrassed, if he hadn't arranged three magic circles in the room in advance, I am afraid that the entire house would have been destroyed.

"Failed. Zhang Mo looked at the small gray sword fragments inserted in the Xuantie pier with some depression. "Could it be that the hardness of the material is not strong enough to carry the power of the magic circle?"

Zhang Mo flipped out the notes given to him by the old man and checked them, and it took half a day of work before Zhang Mo rubbed his somewhat sore forehead.

"I see. Zhang Mo said with emotion, after all, the old man said that the material is not the main reason, the most important thing is that the magic circle engraved on the artifact must be able to adapt to the artifact, otherwise no matter how strong the material is, it will be blasted into pieces by the power of the magic circle.

(To be continued.) )