"The countries in the Western Region are vast, and it is really not easy to find the Holy Tower." The white-haired old woman said with emotion.
At the end of the meeting, the old man holding the staff stood up together with the other seven divine envoys, and silently recited a spell toward the candle in the center of the stone table. The next moment, eight white candles lit up at the same time, and everyone left, and this time An ivory white tower also disappeared.
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Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. At the bottom of Jingtian Lake, Ye Jian Hanxing Sword Spirit is still releasing weak black flames. Most of the ice crystals on its body have dissolved, but the spirit body has become slightly scattered at this time. It is obviously already The end of the strong crossbow.
"With the little guy's current state, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on until the ice crystals completely dissolve." Nanfeng shook his head and said.
Xizhou didn't speak, but his eyes were focused on Ye Jian Hanxing.
After a long time, the weak black flames released by the sword spirit gradually decreased and were about to go out. Nanfeng'e frowned slightly and was about to fish the Hanxing Sword up from the bottom of the lake. Xizhou grabbed her hand and pulled her Come back.
"If this continues, the little guy will really die?!"
"I see."
"Then why are you still..."
Nanfeng Sword Spirit did not continue speaking. She saw tension and worry in Xizhou's eyes. She and Xizhou had known each other for hundreds of years, and it was rare to see him showing such a face. The last time he appeared was when the former master of the Sword Tomb was in danger of life and death.
Xizhou Jian has killed countless people with the master of the Sword Tomb in his life, and he has naturally seen many creatures explode with power when they are on the verge of death. He is betting that Ye Jian Hanxing can come back to life and survive this disaster.
A weak flame the size of a fingernail flickered on and off at the bottom of the cold lake. The Cold Star Sword Spirit had very little consciousness left and could dissipate at any time.
At this time, his body was quietly changing. The ice crystals melted by the black flames turned into the Yin Qi, which quietly attached to the Night Sword Hanxing and merged into the pitch-black sword body.
A stream of light blue gas slowly flows inside the sword body. While filling the vacancies inside the sword body, it does not increase the size of the sword itself, but instead makes the edge of the Hanxing Sword sharper.
As the Yin Qi spread and accumulated, the Sword Spirit's body also began to undergo some changes. An hour later, the entire pupil of Xiao Hei's right eye was quietly rendered crystal blue, as beautiful as a sapphire.
Gradually, the consciousness of Xiao Hei, the Cold Star Sword Spirit, gradually recovered, and his spirit body regrouped. Xiao Hei suddenly discovered that his ability to resist the cold was improving rapidly!
Under the gaze of Xizhou and Nanfeng, the black flames burning on Ye Jianhan Star gradually grew larger, which made them feel relieved.
"It seems that the little guy can survive this calamity." Nanfeng said with a smile.
Xizhou nodded, but didn't say much.
As the fire became more and more intense, the black flames spread all over the sword body again, trying hard to burn the ice crystals wrapped around it. The fire was even more intense than before.
After another seven days, the ice crystals on the sword finally completely dissolved, and all the Yin energy was absorbed by the Hanxing Sword. In addition to the changes in the sword spirit and sword body, the black flame also gained a cold air.
After the tempering was completed, the right pupil of the sword spirit returned to normal.
"Whoosh!"
Xiao Hei rushed out of the lake and landed on the shore. Xizhou Nanfeng had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Senior Xizhou! Senior Nanfeng!"
Xiao Hei's eyes were full of respect. After staying at the bottom of Jingtian Lake for more than half a month, he finally understood how strong the Xizhou Sword and Nanfeng Sword were. Even if he had transformed more than half of his body, he still couldn't be as powerful as him. The other party can come and go freely in the Zhiyin water channel.
Xizhou nodded first, then suddenly raised his hand and slashed diagonally towards Sword Spirit Xiao Hei with a rosy red arc.
Although Xiao Hei was shocked, he did not hesitate to take action. The black flame was released instantly, and he also slashed with a sword light. The two collided, and the rosy red arc light directly penetrated Xiao Hei's sword light and went straight to the main body of the sword spirit.
At the critical moment, Xiao Hei had no choice but to resist with a horizontal sword.
"boom!"
Xiao Hei flew backwards several feet away, but the rosy red arc light scattered as soon as it touched the sword body, leaving no injuries on Xiao Hei's body.
"Yes, tempered to 70%. Rest for one day and then enter Jingtian Lake."
The little black face turned blue.
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In the Holy Tower of Bamboo Helin, Yi Xifeng sat quietly on the ground. He had arrived here half a month ago.
The Holy Tower was about to dissipate, but the huge secrets contained within it could not be deciphered by Yi Xifeng so far. He looked at the vast white area in front of him, thinking about how to get to the second floor of the Holy Tower.
When Xiu Lian was in the Penance Tower of the Holy War Hall, he learned from the Pope that the Holy Tower had three levels of space. However, the Holy Tower was damaged in the First World War, and he didn't know if he could still reach the second level now. In other words, the second and first floors may have been damaged.
As the sacred magical weapon of the Endless Wilderness Divine Grace Sect, the secrets contained in the Holy Tower must be huge. Naturally, Yi Xifeng was very excited about it. Just the effect of the third layer of enhanced weapon spirits was already deeply shocking. Lived him.
Yi Xifeng sat here quietly for more than half a month, but still couldn't understand the mystery inside. He had no choice, after all, he did not belong to this world and was naturally rejected by the Holy Tower. He could not observe the birth of the weapon spirits in the tower. He could only see small air masses swimming around.
At this time, Yi Xifeng remembered the cross he had taken from the paladin leader.
"Since they all come from the Endless Wilderness Divine Grace Sect, maybe there is some kind of connection between the two." As he said that, Yi Xifeng stretched out his hand, and the cross came out of the Dantian cave and appeared in his hand.
Yi Xifeng probed his soul into it. There was a seal inside the cross, and inside the seal was the white holy fire. This seal is extremely difficult to break and must be broken through special techniques. The fair young man had never practiced the endless barbaric techniques, so he could only find another way.
Yi Xifeng's fingertips flashed with green light, and he drew a seven-star pattern in the void and printed it on the cross. It is the 19th formation among the Seven Stars of Miao Dao that is specially used to break the seal. However, Yi Xifeng's power is limited and he can only break a corner of the seal, and it can only last for an hour. After an hour, the seal will be repaired automatically.
After the seven-star pattern is printed, seven cyan streams of light appear inside the cross, and the cyan streamers hit one corner of the seal at a time. After the green light changed several times, it formed a new formation, and the area where it was wrapped flickered. After a while, the seal was broken here, and the white holy fire emerged from the cross.
The holy fire in the cross is an ownerless thing, allowing Yi Xifeng to control it through his soul. Several flames merged into a ball and turned into a fist-sized flame, floating in the palm of the fair young man.
"I hope you can be of some use." Yi Xifeng murmured. (End of chapter)
