Qin Shuang threw the Linglong sword, and the Linglong sword was inserted in front of Hongluan. Qin Shuang said calmly:

"Senior said this is the treasure of your demon clan, so it must be suitable for the refining of the demon clan. It took me three days to refine this sword. I am the Immortal Lord, so it doesn't take so long. I'll give you two quarters of an hour? As long as I refine this sword within two quarters of an hour, it proves that this sword is the treasure of the demon clan, and it is naturally yours. If you cannot refine it, you have to declare in public that this sword belongs to me."

"Two quarters of an hour?" Hongluan looked disdainful.

"Why? Two quarters of an hour is not enough? Those three quarters of an hour?" Qin Shuang said lightly.

The other immortals all showed a playful look on their faces. This was a junior who wanted to bet against the immortals. And there was a little disdain between that expression.

A demon clan immortal couldn't help laughing: "Human clan, you are so brave. You dare to bet with the immortal clan. Not to mention two quarters of an hour, even half a quarter of an hour can be refined."

Chuan Jue sighed: "Girl, you have made the Immortal Lord simple. Yes, you are just an immortal emperor and don't know the power of the Immortal Lord. It is difficult for you to refine the Immortal treasure, but for the Immortal Lord, it only takes a few breaths, you...ah..."

A hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the demon immortal: "The human race is so stupid!"

Hongluan poured out the mysterious consciousness, enveloped the Linglong Sword, and penetrated into the Linglong Sword. He wanted to find the sword spirit of the Linglong Sword and then refine it.

Now Yang Linglong has completely recovered. She used to be the Heavenly Lord, but now the soul in Linglong Sword is in the Heavenly Lord realm. Yang Linglong's eyes were cold and he strode his fingers.

Changes appeared in Linglong Sword, with layers of restrictions appearing, and the layers of restrictions were tiny vortexes. As soon as Hongluan's mysterious consciousness entered, he felt a strong suction force appearing from countless tiny vortexes, sucking his mysterious consciousness into the vortex.

The dignified Earth Lord is also on the top level in the entire fairy world. What's more, he is the ninth level of Earth Lord. In his opinion, an immortal treasure can be refined in an instant.

not to mention……

Qinshuang can be refined, and Qinshuang is just an immortal emperor.

"Suck me?" Hongluan felt the suction force and sneered in her heart. A small weapon spirit dared to absorb his mysterious consciousness. She took this opportunity to find the weapon spirit.

"Since I want to suck, I will suck you enough."

“Buzz…”

Hongluan's mysterious consciousness was poured into the depths of the Linglong sword like a river. In his opinion, those vortexes of prohibition would be broken by themselves, and they would drive straight into them and find the spirit of the weapon directly.

However, he found that the tiny vortex was not broken by him, as if he had not received any impact from his mysterious consciousness. Instead, his mysterious consciousness was absorbed by the crazy one.

"So violently absorbed, what did that human girl find the weapon spirit and refine the weapon spirit?"

Hongluan's scalp was numb at this time, and the mysterious consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness was being drawn in a crazy way. This was not because he took the initiative to inject it, but because he was passively drawn by Linglong Sword.

But he was unwilling to give up. Even an immortal emperor of the human race can refine the Linglong Sword, why can't he do it?

As long as he finds the spirit of the weapon, he can easily erase Qinshuang's imprint and refine the Linglong sword.

"Do you are strong, or me?"

He rushed the mysterious consciousness into the Linglong Sword even more crazily. He didn't believe that the weapon spirit could be stronger than him. The weapon spirit was just bluffing and scaring himself.

As time passed by, cold sweat began to seep from Hongluan's forehead. His mysterious consciousness continued to decrease, just like a stream of flowing back to the sect, pouring into the Linglong Sword.

He knew that he could snatch Linglong Sword with his strength, or even slap Qinshuang to death. But if the sword cannot be refined, what's the use if it is snatched away?

and……

The most important thing is that this exquisite sword not only cannot be refined, but also absorbs mysterious consciousness...

"Senior, it's been a quarter of an hour!" Qin Shuang on the opposite side suddenly spoke.

Hongluan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. On the one hand, he was urging by Qin Shuang to hurry, and on the other hand, he had not found the spirit of the instrument until now, but had been absorbed by a large amount of mysterious consciousness.

“Buzz buzz…”

Linglong Sword was still absorbing his mysterious consciousness in a crazy way. In nearly two quarters of an hour, 40% of his mysterious consciousness was sucked away by Linglong Sword.

"Senior, I have only two quarters of an hour left in ten breaths."

Hongluan's face was ashes, so she thought about taking back his mysterious consciousness. Then his face changed. He actually found that he could not take back his mysterious consciousness, and the mysterious consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness was still being absorbed by Linglong Sword in a steady stream.

This is not a fairy sword, it is clearly an evil sword.

"Bang!"

He decisively disconnected his mysterious consciousness, and his face couldn't help but look pale. His 40% mysterious consciousness was swallowed by Linglong Sword. His eyes looked at Linglong Sword with a hint of fear.

He took a deep breath, looked at Qin Shuang coldly and said, "You won! This sword is yours."

There was a horror around, and dozens of immortals looked at each other.

The dignified Immortal Lord actually gave in to a little fairy emperor?

Even if you can't refine it for the time being, you can still grab it!

So willing to admit defeat?

Who would believe this if you want to say it?

The faces of the immortals were full of doubts and confusion. The demon immortal who had spoken before walked up and said:

"I will refine it and see!"

Qin Shuang's thoughts moved, and the Linglong sword turned into a stream of light and shot towards Qin Shuang. Qin Shuang grabbed it in his hand. His eyes looked at Hongluan:

"Senior, what you said just now is that this sword belongs to the younger one."

Hongluan's face turned red, and at this time he also reacted. At the beginning, he didn't care about Linglong Sword, so he agreed to Qin Shuang. But he lost and said in public that this sword was Qin Shuang's. At this time, there was an immortal master who came to seize the sword...

He really didn't want to care, and even thought that Qin Shuang was killed.

However, the demon immortal came out at this time and was slapping him in the face.

All ordinary people need shame, let alone the Immortal Lord?

Hongluan's face turned cold and she looked directly at the demon immortal: "I said that this sword belongs to that human race."

"You said it's human race, it's human race?" The demon immortal didn't care at all: "You just said that the sword belonged to your demon race, what's in the end?"

"Qin Shuang!" Yang Linglong's voice suddenly rang in Qin Shuang's consciousness: "See a way to make them all refine."

"What are you doing?" Qin Shuang was shocked.

"I need the power of mystery."

"Have you helped you recover?"

"It's just restored the realm, but the mysterious power has not been fully restored."

Qin Shuang remembered the Blood Demon: "What should I do if it is polluted?"

"As long as it is not a blood demon, these demons and demons will have nothing to do."

At this time, Hongluan and the demon immortal were confronting each other. Qin Shuang suddenly spoke:

"Dear seniors! Everyone can refine this sword. For fairness, it is only two quarters of an hour. Whoever can refine this sword belongs to whom. However, if it cannot be refine it, you need to publicly say that this sword belongs to the younger generation."

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