Three strong rays of light bloomed from the sword, namely golden light flowing, sharp and cutting, yellow light clear, steady and thick, white light misty, pure and transparent.
The brilliance of the three colors and attributes complement each other and compete with each other.
As the sword intent intensified, these three rays of light gradually dimmed, and the sword glow began to become ferocious, competing with the sword intent on Xie Huan's body.
A gentle chirping sound came from the three swords, like the roar of a dragon, like the cutting of the wind, and like the sound of music.
Xie Huan's consciousness was integrated into the three swords at the same time, feeling the sword intent, structure, energy, and elemental flow within them.
Within the Golden Dawn, there was a golden mist dispersed, evenly distributed in every inch of the sword, which was taken from a mineral called Jinyun Stone.
It is recorded in Wind Whispering Leaves that it was a Qi Refiner who evacuated the golden energy of a chain of eighteen islands to obtain this small group and forge it into this sword.
The sword body itself is also made of the most flexible metal Zaihui, and can integrate the golden mist with the most tacit understanding.
Inside Yan Feng is a mass of gray earth element, with a hint of blood, which was obtained from the abyss under an island. There is a terrifying spiritual beast called Yan Feng, which is as big as a rock and can Travel through the mountains and the earth.
It was after the death of seven monks in the late stage of Qi refining that they killed this beast and obtained this small ball of dark earth in the abyss.
Moreover, the material of Yan Feng's sword body is neither gold nor stone. It is made directly from the teeth of the rock hornet. The sword also contains a trace of the earth attribute magical power of the rock hornet, which is perfectly integrated with the dark earth.
The last sword is pure white and flawless, without any energy attributes. It can be used as a sword or as a good base sword embryo.
Xie Huan suddenly pointed his finger, and three flames hit the three swords with a "bang", bursting out into blazing fire, completely swallowing up the light of the three swords.
A shrill sword cry suddenly came from the sword, shaking violently on the ground. The aura of a vicious beast burst out from the rock front, and a huge phantom of a creature like a giant rocky mountain appeared in the sky above the flames. , eyes as deep as wells, and two long fangs in its mouth, as sharp as swords.
Xie Huan was not touched, but quietly felt the state of the three swords in the fire. Suddenly, he frowned slightly, stretched out his finger to flick the Golden Dawn, and a slight pressure in the space was transmitted.
The Golden Dawn Sword condensed, as if being suppressed by a force, and became motionless, but the sword slightly bent backwards, and the curvature became larger and larger.
"boom!"
Suddenly there was a crisp cracking sound, half of the golden dawn flew out, and a golden mist instantly sprayed out and spread in the air.
Xie Huan looked as usual and was not surprised.
He is very strict in selecting swords. This sword will break. Although it is a pity, it is normal.
He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the golden mist in the air instantly condensed, like a small storm, swirling in the air, getting smaller and smaller, and finally condensed into a golden piece the size of a fingernail, flying down.
Xie Huan grasped the golden piece with five fingers, looked at it for a while, accepted it into the ring, and then continued to close his eyes as if nothing had happened, feeling the other two swords.
Not long after, the pure white sword also exploded, and the middle part exploded into pieces.
Only the rock front was still roasting in the fire, and the dark soil inside became more and more pure yellow, and the blood mixed in it completely disappeared, revealing a thick and pure aura.
The phantom of the rock tiger also returned to the sword, curled up into a ball of energy, and became quiet.
Xie Huan's eyes showed a hint of joy, and with a wave of his hand, the fire on the sword slowly extinguished, and the burned sword body was slowly revealed.
The Yan Feng at this moment is much thicker and more powerful than before, with an earth-like aura.
The sword is about ten feet long, thick and broad, like a stable mountain.
Xie Huan pondered for a moment, took out seven or eight different types of soil, suspended them all in front of him, and began to temper them with magic power.
These soils are all variations, or derivatives, of the earth element. Each has some unique attributes, but they are not yet "different soil". The so-called "different" is relative to the original.
Among all his elements, only the will-o'-the-wisp can be called "different", but the wisp of the will-o'-the-wisp he mastered is just a projection of the true body of the will-o'-the-wisp, far from its true form.
Refining these mutated or derived earth elements with mana can remove the essentials, extract the original power inside bit by bit, and increase the energy level of the earth elements.
A few days later, the powerful earthy smell was everywhere in the secret room, giving people a sense of simple heaviness and oppression.
The energy of the mutated earth has been completely extracted by Xie Huan and integrated into the Yanfeng, strengthening the earth elements inside to a certain extent. The soul of the Yanfeng seems to have been nourished, wrapped in the form of a halo around the earth elements. It's like a layer of packaging around it.
Xie Huan stretched out his hand to grab it, and Yan Feng immediately fell into his hand. His wrist sank suddenly, and it was surprisingly heavy.
He slowly stroked the sword with his fingertips and kept writing on it.
A large number of complex runes began to appear on the originally smooth sword, connected into an array, one ring inside another, looking messy yet orderly.
The word "Yan Feng" on the sword was also erased under Xie Huan's touch, replaced by "Mingchen", and a line of small words was written on the sword: Thirty years of fame, dust and soil.
After writing the handwriting, the sword seemed to sense something and erupted with a cheerful sword sound.
Xie Huan took the sword in his hand with satisfaction and examined it, and finally put it into the ring.
After refining the name dust, he took out a large amount of ice and fire raw materials, began to refine the elemental energy inside, and fed it into the ice cliff and star fire.
This small amount of energy input is insignificant to Xinghuo.
But mosquito legs are also meat, so the stronger they are, the better.
But the ice cliff has been greatly improved.
Xie Huan took out various precious materials and tempered the base of the two swords to adapt to his increasing strength.
Within the sword formation, each sword is like its own clone, a part of its own body, so every detail, even every growth and past, is integrated with itself.
After that, Xie Huan began to use Sparks, Ice Cliffs, and Mingchen to set up the sword formation, feeling the connection and difference between the sword and himself, the sword and the sword, the fusion, rejection, and combination of energy, etc., and constantly adjusted his feelings and status. , allowing the three swords to recognize each other's attributes.
On this day, Xie Huan was sitting cross-legged, quietly comprehending the meaning of the sword. The three-color sword light was floating around, reflecting each other, and gradually entering the wonderful realm of fusion.
Suddenly he felt something in his heart and slowly opened his eyes.
Two rays of light shot out from his eyes, he waved his hand gently, put away the three swords, and at the same time stretched out his left hand, palm upward.
A stream of golden energy traveled up the arm, slowly gathered in the palm of the hand, and then flowed into the air, condensing into a golden, gorgeous and exquisite flower, full of treasure.
One year has passed and the true nature is once again full of energy.
Xie Huan pondered for a moment, then let Baohua float in the air, formed a seal with his hands, and used the Eye of Insight.
After trying more than a dozen times, I finally succeeded.
The golden petals were constantly being analyzed in his eyes, and the golden energy flowed through the leaves like blood. The lines, veins, and even the pores on the leaves, as well as the arrangement of even smaller cells, were all clearly displayed. .
Xie Huan's heart was shaking and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Those extremely tiny things, like squares or rectangles, are individually formed yet compact and well-organized... Are they really cells?
He was confused.
Is this flower... really a flower?
Just when I was shocked, the words on the petals began to emerge: "Nan", "True", "Ga", "Ta", "Ju", "厎"...
Every time a word appeared, Xie Huan felt a huge impact on his eyes, body and mind. It was like a terrifying force, turning into waves, rushing in and hitting his body. The shock made his blood boil, and his eyes were filled with tears. Full of blood.
"Nan, truth, ga..."
Xie Huan muttered three words unconsciously.
Every syllable fell like a huge earthquake in the void. When the third word was uttered, golden light suddenly burst out in the sea of consciousness, swallowing up his mind. The whole person seemed to have lost consciousness, or in other words, only a piece of white was left in his consciousness. vast.
Xie Huan was completely frozen.
I don’t know how long this process took, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was just a moment.
He seemed to hear a voice in his ears, like he was talking about something, or like an hallucination.
Slowly, consciousness came back bit by bit.
The only white light began to recede like a tide, the golden light reappeared, the heart and mind returned little by little, and consciousness slowly appeared again.
Xie Huan was shocked and completely recovered from his unconscious state.
The treasure flower is still floating quietly in front of you, exquisite and exquisite, shining brightly, and beautiful.
But he was drenched in cold sweat, his whole body was in indescribable pain, and even his mana was exhausted.
Or my level is too low.
Xie Huan's face turned pale. He felt that he had grasped the key to Baohua, but his level was too low to explore further.
The words on those petals contain extremely strong Taoist energy, like some kind of spell, and are most likely the key to unlocking the mystery of the treasure flower.
However, this time it was much better than last time. Not only did I see five words, but I also pronounced three of them. I should be able to go further next time.
He sat down cross-legged, swallowed some pills, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
After regaining some energy, he opened his eyes again and looked at Baohua in front of him, with a tangled look in his eyes.
Should I use the full energy this time or not?
If you use it, you have to wait another year. The current situation is complicated and dangerous. There is a treasure flower, which is equivalent to one more life. It is your biggest trump card.
Even if it is not used, possessing it will obviously have a certain effect on the physical body.
But if you don't use it, it's just a waste of time. You need perfect level pills, such as foundation-building pills. If you get eight or ten pills, you can build a foundation no matter how talented you are.
There is also the Thunder Hammer. Xie Huan wants to try to use the energy of Baohua to repair the Thunder Hammer.
According to Lin Zhensheng's description, once the hammer is full of energy, it will be extremely powerful. Even with one blow, even those who form pills will have to retreat.
Coupled with his own "Lei Xiao Jue", not to mention sweeping the current sea area, at least he will be able to fight anyone he encounters.
Confused...how to deal with this.
Just when Xie Huan was hesitating, a message suddenly came directly into his ears: "Brother Huan, Wei Daying just sent a message to summon me to take over the task."
"What mission?"
Xie Huan asked rhetorically.
"Someone has come out of Tianlei Island and needs to be rescued." Luo Furong replied.
(End of chapter)
