The night was only half over.

In the inn, Ye Lingyue was performing the last step of the Nine Dragons Chant.

Melting Spirit is unfamiliar to most alchemists on Qingzhou Continent.

Only a few aristocratic families and sects with long histories can melt spirits.

This is Ye Lingyue's first time melting spirits on a spiritual weapon.

The Nine Dragons Yin was suspended in mid-air, and the sword body, which had been forged twice, exuded an unstoppable cold light.

Gray-white flames danced on Ye Lingyue's palms.

Ye Lingyue couldn't help but feel a little anxious when she melted spirits for the first time.

She now has four kinds of spirits: water, wood, earth, and fire. Since this is the first time to melt spirits, she doesn't know which spirit should be melted.

After thinking about it, she simply decided to make a bold decision, which was to melt the four spirits one by one.

If Ye Lingyue's behavior was seen by an old weapon refiner like Long Huai's old family master or Sifang City Master who has been famous for many years, she would definitely be scolded for her nonsense.

Not to mention, the five elements spirits that exist in the world are all rare things, and most of them are mutually reinforcing and incompatible things. If they are forcibly added to a spiritual weapon, the effect can be imagined.

But Ye Lingyue is a novice, how can she care so much.

As her heart moved, she wanted to integrate into the Four Spirits, so she did so.

The gray fire spit out tongues of fire, burning into four ravines like tendons on the sword.

As soon as the ravine was completed, Ye Lingyue didn't hesitate at all, and four strands of blue, green, yellow, and red spiritual energy burst out from her fingertips.

The spiritual energy from all directions poured into the sword body, quickly filling the ravine on it.

The spiritual power was intertwined, and Jiulong Yin's sword trembled slightly.

The spiritual power of the four colors gathered into four small streams, gurgling.

The spirit of earth is extremely thick, the spirit of water is resilient, the spirit of fire is domineering, and the spirit of wood is full of vitality.

As the ashes burned stronger and stronger, Ye Lingyue's forehead was already covered with sweat.

It took less than a quarter of an hour to melt the spirit. She had already exceeded Fang Zun's level of mental power and was consuming it rapidly. But what was worse was that she could feel that the Nine Dragons Yin was starting to lose control due to the conflict between the four spirits.

It was like a restless wild horse, trying to get rid of Ye Lingyue's shackles.

Ye Lingyue had to mobilize her mental power and spend a lot of energy to control the Nine Dragon Yin to prevent it from getting out of control and running around the room, accidentally injuring her and Feng Xin.

Such a huge loss quickly drained Ye Lingyue's energy.

As if she felt that Ye Lingyue's physical and mental strength were exhausted, the gray fire in Ye Lingyue's hand became unstable, and the flame became darker and darker.

Ye Lingyue screamed in agony.

If she had known that melting spirits was so difficult, she would never have been so reckless.

"Ling Yue"

Feng Xin saw that Ye Lingyue was in a bad situation and couldn't help but step forward.

Putting her palms against Ye Lingyue's back, Ye Lingyue felt a powerful force coming from behind her.

When her exhausted body felt the elemental force, it was like a sudden burst of rain after a long drought, absorbing the elemental force behind her.

Ye Lingyue's physical strength gradually recovered with the continuous flow of Yuan Power, and the gray fire in his hands became bright again.

There was a trembling sound.

The Nine Dragons chant in the gray fire made a buzzing sound.

The blade of the sword gave off a bright and dim light.

"This is"

An idea flashed through my mind.

Ye Lingyue no longer hesitated, and out of instinct, she quickly took out the materials for refining Nine Dragons Yin that she had prepared earlier in her Qiankun Purple Gold Bag, and kneaded them into the ashes one by one.

These materials were quickly melted into Jiulongyin.

The Jiulongyin, which was originally only two fingers wide, quickly became longer and wider, both in length and width, fully doubled than before.

Such a change left Ye Lingyue stunned.

But she didn't know how long it would last.

"No, there's not enough ancient dragon blood." Ye Lingyue discovered that the dragon blood she prepared was too little.

"I'll do it." Feng Xin flicked her fingers, and a few drops of bright red blood melted into the Nine Dragons' chant.

As soon as Feng Xin's blood was stained with Nine Dragons Yin, the sword suddenly made a terrifying sound.

The blade of Jiulongyin's sword became four fingers wide. After being stained with Feng Xin's blood, there was a blood stain in the middle of the sword. The blood stain was like a prairie fire, quickly spreading across the sword that was half a man tall.

spread all over the body.

As the blood marks grew, cracks appeared on the smooth sword, just like the scales of a dragon.

In the end, the entire sword split into two.

When the sword split into two pieces, two nine-dragon swords rose into the sky.

A terrifying dragon roar was heard, and the two swords turned into two dragons, one male and one female.

The two dragons chased each other in mid-air, leaving Ye Lingyue and Feng Xin stunned.

The two men came to their senses only after the two swords stabbed into the ground with a slight groan and two hisses.

I saw a pair of male and female swords in the room. The hilts of the swords were nine-clawed celestial dragons circling around each other's necks. The male sword was domineering and fierce, while the female sword was bright and flexible. One was black and the other was white. They were completely made from nature.

A perfect match.

The sword can turn into a dragon

This was the first time even Feng Xin had seen such a situation.

Ye Lingyue didn't understand either. Every step she took was strictly in accordance with Grand Ancestor Ye Wuming's instructions.

When Taizu failed to refine it, why did she succeed in refining it, and also made such a special male and female Nine Dragon Song.

"Could it be because of your blood?"

Ye Lingyue looked at Feng Xin suspiciously.

The latter, on the other hand, looked innocent, with a "you ask me, I ask who?" look on his face.

Ye Lingyue could only step forward and want to pull out the two swords.

But as soon as her hand touched the black male sword, her hand suddenly retracted.

The majestic sword, which was as dark as the night, actually carried a conical coldness. As soon as Ye Lingyue touched it, her skin was quickly covered with a layer of black ice.

"Wait a minute, you can't touch that sword." Feng Xin hurriedly took Ye Lingyue's hand and looked at it carefully.

"It's okay." Ye Lingyue quickly mobilized the energy in her body, and the layer of black ice on her skin melted away.

Ye Lingyue still didn't believe in evil and wanted to try again, but was stopped by Feng Xin.

"You can't use this sword. I'm afraid it's not a spiritual weapon, but an evil weapon. Let me try it."

The evil weapon is born with evil spirits and is difficult for mortals to get close to. Only demons with advanced cultivation and the recognition of evil soldiers can use it.

After Feng Xin said that, she walked forward and held the sword. She only heard a scoff. The sword that had resisted Ye Lingyue earlier was easily pulled out by Feng Xin, and Feng Xin's

There was no sign of being eroded by the cold air on my hands.

This black sword is really a terrible weapon.

Feng Xin's thick eyebrows tightened, and she already understood that the reason why Jiulong Yin changed was indeed because it was stained with his blood.
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