I don’t know how long it took, Zeng Xuan sat leisurely in a corner of the God-locking Coffin, looking up at the starry sky, as if he was comprehension of something, closed his eyes and remained motionless,

The Divine Dragon Cauldron was burned red, and the divine iron from outside the sky was still unable to be melted. However, Ye Yang didn't care. He had already been placed in the core of the Shura beast and refined it together.

...

So, after a long time,

Zeng Xuan opened his eyes and looked back. He found that the divine iron in the Divine Dragon Cauldron had become a boiling slurry under the smelting of the residual true energy of the Fire God Scroll. Even the core of the monster was burned red, while Ye Yang stood there with a solemn expression, and a cyclone of flames was flying all over his body. Obviously, the process of casting troops had reached a critical part.

“Swishy…”

Zeng Xuan walked a few steps slowly, not disturbing Ye Yang, but just pondered: "It has been fifteen days, and he has not yet been able to refine the third-level magical beast core of the starry sky. Zi Yu's cultivation this time is really long enough, and he doesn't touch water. Will the body be unable to bear it?"

After thinking about it, Zeng Xuan was too lazy to care about too much. He took out a bottle of wine with a fragrant fragrance, then pinched a beef sauce, sat pretty at the peak of the stone peak, looked at the starry sky, and started to drink it. In fact, as a sixth-level strongman in the starry sky, Zeng Xuan could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. There was no problem not eating or drinking for a year. However, it was because of the nature of women, it was absolutely impossible not to eat.

...

"Click..."

Accompanied by a slight sound, the third-level monster core of the starry sky finally broke a tiny crack. After half a month, under the tempering of Ye Yang's exhaustion of strength, the monster core finally began to be refined.

The power of the magic weapon's core determines the power of the magic weapon after it is forged, so Ye Yang did not even absorb a trace of power, and he injected all the spiritual power of the magic weapon's core into the iron slurry. After injecting spiritual power, the slurry swelled even more violently, and Ye Yang also understood that the final step was about to begin.

Take out an exquisite sword-type mold from the Qiankun bag and put it into the Shenlong Cauldron. The iron paste suddenly penetrates into the mold. Ye Yang holds the hot mold handle with one hand and yells softly. The unique skill of the quenching technique of hundreds of refining is activated. Countless tiny flame elements refined the iron paste in the mold under Ye Yang's control, increasing the iron paste at the edge of the sword edge, compressing the toughness of the sword body, and doing step by step according to Ye Yang's idea.

After a long time, all the iron slurry poured into the sword mold. Ye Yang gasped in a low voice, his forehead was covered with sweat. He could clearly sense that the power in the cold iron was counterattacking him. It was the effect of the demon spirit in the soul-devouring demon sword. Ye Yangguang was quite exhausting to suppress this power, let alone temper the sword edge.

"Pu Crack..."

The sword model began to crack a fine line, and Ye Yang's entire human power seemed to be about to be hollowed out. He knelt on the ground with one knee and said tremblingly: "Is it still not possible?"

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"brush."

In the Qiankun bag, Qin Fang's figure flew out, standing tall in the sky above the Divine Dragon Cauldron, saying, "Ziyu, this is still not possible. This sword is just a magic weapon in the earth, but it is difficult to reach the level of the divine weapon in the heavenly divine weapon. With such power alone, I am afraid that it will not be able to shake the ancient magic weapon of the God Locking Coffin. Ziyu, you must take care of it..."

Ye Yang opened his eyes and said loudly: "Grandpa Qin Fang, what are you going to do?"

Qin Fang had a kind smile on his face and said, "You dug me and the Dragon Cauldron from the tomb of the Fire God Clan. From that moment on, I treated you as my grandson. Ziyu, you are a good child, but the Fire God Clan must have to withstand countless twists and turns in the troubled times. Your father is dead. I wanted to spend more time with you, but it seems that I can't do it..."

"Grandpa..." Ye Yang's voice trembled,

Qin Fang looked resolute and said, "This sword cannot break the locked god coffin. You and the girl Zengxuan will die in the locked god coffin. I don't want Xuan Lian, a despicable practitioner, to succeed. So Ziyu, I am willing to turn into a sword soul and infiltrate into this new sword. With my seventh-level soul power in the starry sky, I believe this sword will not be inferior to the gods. You have to take care of it, and grandpa can no longer accompany you..."

"Don't."

Ye Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I would rather die in the God-locked Coffin than make such a great sacrifice for me."

Qin Fang smiled: "Silly child, grandpa is dead long ago. I have always been a soul. Now, I will become the guardian sword soul in my possession. In fact, grandpa is still by your side. Ziyu, don't be sad. I can accompany you through this journey. Grandpa has no regrets..."

"don't want."

Ye Yang roared almost lowly, but could not stop Qin Fang's decision. At the next moment, Qin Fang turned into a blue light and rushed into the sword body.

"flood."

The long sword shone brightly, illuminating the world. Qin Fang's soul was reshaping the inner characteristics of this sword, which was more like strengthening the new sword. The sword edge appeared in blue, and a round of Bagua Dharma images floated above the sword hilt. A slight wind blade was floating on the sword blade, which was imagined to be sharp.

This sword not only contains the mysterious power of divine iron, but also integrates the power of Qin Fang's vast and earth-shaking power. It is a well-deserved divine weapon.

The magic sword was born, but Ye Yang was not happy at all.

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"Bang."

He knelt softly on the ground, Ye Yang cried to the sky, and bloody tears flowed from his golden eyes, dripping dripping on the sword, as if spiritually condensed into the word "green soul",

"Grandpa Qin Fang..."

Looking at the two words on the long sword, Ye Yang already understood that Qin Fang had named the new sword. However, after becoming the guardian sword soul, Qin Fang's soul was destroyed and could no longer speak, and could no longer take care of Ye Yang.

"Ziyu..."

Zeng Xuan gently stroked Ye Yang's shoulder and said, "Don't be sad. Grandpa Qin Fang voluntarily turned into a sword soul, just to allow you to break the locked god coffin. Don't let him down. If you have any hatred, even on Xuan Lian, it is his greed that has brought grandpa to this point..."

"Um."

Ye Yang held the Green Soul Sword, suddenly waved the sword to the sky, and shouted in a low voice: "Xuan Lian, I, Ye Yang, swear that one day, I will use this sword to take your life."

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As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yang fell to the ground with a thud and fainted. The drying of power and the sadness of losing Qin Fang had made him so fragile.

Zeng Xuan sighed silently, hugged Ye Yang, and said softly: "Sleep, sleep, wait for you to wake up, forget all the sadness, I will always be with you, and... well, and the little girl hiding outside the locked god coffin..."
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