"Master, refine it first!"

When Ding Ling saw it, he quickly reminded Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue no longer hesitated and put the weak peach wood sword into the cauldron.

As soon as the mahogany sword was inserted into the cauldron, it made a strange cry.

The voice was dry, like that of an old man.

"Shameless gods, how dare you use heavenly talismans to deal with me! If you have the ability, let me out. I will fight you for three hundred rounds!"

"Ha~ I really don't have that ability, old guy, you'd better just be refining."

Ye Lingyue will not be fooled.

She only has one of the Dou Zhuan Xing Shi Tian Talisman, and this ancient sword master is also very cunning. If he is fooled once, he may not be fooled the second time.

Inside the dry cauldron, the black and white cauldron breaths were rolling continuously, and the entire cauldron was like a sea of ​​clouds.

The Ancient Sword Master was still in the Qian Cauldron, but he still refused to give up and kept jumping around, trying to escape.

However, Qian Ding was firmly controlled by Ye Lingyue, and it had nowhere to escape.

After refining for half an hour, Ye Lingyue even used a lot of ash fire. In the dry cauldron, the ancient sword master still howled non-stop.

It seemed to have discovered that Ye Lingyue was unable to refine it, so the clamor became more and more arrogant.

"Bah, I thought you were so great, but it turns out you are just a low-level apprentice who has not yet condensed the actual cauldron. Even if you practice for a hundred years, you will not be able to refine me."

"Ding Ling? What's going on?"

Ye Lingyue has never encountered a material that cannot be refined. The opponent is just a broken wooden sword, which is actually more difficult to refine than the ore of Nirvana Iron.

"Master, the Ancient Sword Lord is a super-grade artifact. This level of artifact must be a solid cauldron to be refined."

Ding Ling said with some guilt.

Super-grade artifacts refer to existences that are one level higher than high-grade artifacts.

A little Fangxian like Ye Lingyue really has no way to directly refine it.

"However, Master, you can try to refine it with blood essence. You have the Xuanyin Divine Seal in your body, and the blood of Xuanyin can purify and seal evil things."

Ding Ling reminded.

Upon hearing that Ye Lingyue possessed the Xuanyin Divine Seal, the Ancient Sword Master who had been shouting in the cauldron was startled, but then he sneered coldly.

"Hmph, stop bragging. You think ordinary Xuanyin blood can purify me."

The Ancient Sword Master did not believe how pure Ye Lingyue's Xuanyin blood was. Pure Xuanyin blood had not appeared in the God Realm for many years. Ordinary Xuanyin blood, which had absorbed countless boys and girls, was For old monsters with blood, it doesn't work at all.

"Whether it works or not, you will know after you try it."

Ye Lingyue left the Lost Continent immediately, and her soul returned to her original body.

Looking at Lu Yinshuang next to him, his whole body was stiff and his face was pale.

Look at it like that, probably like Ye Lingyue last time, she will lie in bed for ten days and a half.

Ye Lingyue carried Lu Yinshuang on her back and returned to her residence.

After placing Lu Yinshuang, Ye Lingyue entered Hongmengtian with a flash of consciousness.

As soon as she entered the Hongmeng Heaven, a drop of Yin Hong shot from her fingertips into the Qian Cauldron.

When the breath of blood spread, inside the cauldron, the Ancient Sword Master jumped in shock.

It was born with a thirst for blood and has tasted so much blood in its lifetime.

This drop of blood is the most pure Xuanyin blood.

It's too late for Gu Jianzun to regret now.

As soon as the blood fell into the dry cauldron, the black and white cauldron breath changed rapidly and turned into a blood mist.

The blood mist, with fangs and claws spread, rushed towards the Ancient Sword Master.

The ancient sword master let out a painful groan, and a large amount of black blood dripped from the sword, as if it was washing marrow and cutting bones, and the sword was constantly shaking.

As the black blood on the Ancient Sword Master's body increased, wisps of soul emerged from the Ancient Sword Master's body.

Among those souls, there were innocent children, as well as divine soldiers and generals who died at the hands of the Ancient Sword Master.

Their souls were finally completely purified in the Qian Cauldron.

After several hours, the movement in the Qian Ding gradually calmed down.

"Master, the ancient sword master has been purified. You can try to control the ancient sword master. In addition, during the purification process, due to the salvation of a large number of dead souls, the Jade Pure Willow in Hongmeng Tian also grew a third root. Willow branches.”

There was a hint of weakness in Ding Ling's voice.

Ye Lingyue was a little surprised. She looked again and saw that the Jiuzhong Jade Pure Willow on the side had indeed pulled out another branch.

How many lives did the Ancient Sword Master kill in those years?

While Ye Lingyue was sighing with emotion, her consciousness moved slightly, and she heard a "buzz" sound, and a pink sword light flew out from the cauldron.

It was an extremely beautiful sword. Its color was no longer the vermilion mahogany sword Ye Lingyue had seen earlier. After being purified by Ye Lingyue's Xuanyin blood, the sword's body turned pink.

Just like the color of peach blossoms in March, the sword is no more than half the length of an arm and is very compact, making it most suitable for women to use.

"Ancient Sword Master?"

Ye Lingyue asked softly.

"The old slave is here."

But he saw a flash of sword light, and a white-haired old man appeared on the sword.

The white-haired old man had white hair and a white beard, and was no bigger than a thumb. He was wearing a peach-colored alchemist's robe.

Ye Lingyue was dumbfounded. Is this the true form of the Ancient Sword Master?

"This old slave is the Ancient Sword Master. Thank you Master for taking me under your wing."

The voice of the Ancient Sword Master no longer had the domineering tone it had earlier.

A drop of Ye Lingyue's Xuanyin blood combined with Qian Ding, transcending countless dead souls in it, and all its hostility disappeared. At this time, the ancient sword master looked like an amiable little old man.

Although the Ancient Sword Master is also a tyrant in the Shura Sword Tomb, in fact, it does not like being imprisoned in the Shura Sword Tomb.

Back then, it was forced by the Divine Realm Legion, suppressed by the elders of the Fangxian Alliance, and forced to stay in the Lost Continent.

Every day and night, he had to face countless challenges from his apprentice Fang Xian. Not only was his life boring, but he also had more and more resentment in his body.

Although Ye Lingyue's surrender this time was based on robbery, it at least freed the Ancient Sword Master from the bad luck of being trapped in the Shura Sword Tomb.

After obtaining the Ancient Sword Master, it means that Ye Lingyue controls the entire Shura Sword Tomb.

It was only when Ye Lingyue communicated with the Ancient Sword Master that Ye Lingyue discovered that the Ancient Sword Master, in addition to possessing soul-locking magical skills, did not have many inherited memories as written in the Shura Chronicles.

As for why there is such a fabrication in the Shura Chronicles, Gu Jianzun's explanation is that it is not because he hopes that someone will come to rescue him soon and take him away from the Shura Sword Tomb.

Ye Lingyue rolled her eyes helplessly.
Chapter completed!