Looking at the soul banner in his hand, Zhang Xiaohan sat motionless for a long time, Yan Qingshan in the soul banner felt Zhang Xiaohan's gaze, and wanted to stare at Zhang Xiaohan through the soul flag, wanting to explore Zhang Xiaohan's purpose.
Zhang Xiaohan was thinking about what kind of treasure weapon she wanted to refine for Yan Qingshan, so that it would be suitable for its existence as a tool spirit for a while, and she thought of the destroyed Blood Blade Knife.
The Blood Blade Knife is not a treasure weapon, at best it is a high-quality magic weapon, but it is addicted to blood, and every time it is stained with blood, it will make the knife excited, and it has even absorbed the demonic energy of the demons, but unfortunately it was destroyed later.
However, if such a treasure weapon is refined according to Yan Qingshan's quality, this treasure weapon is a magic weapon, and there is no doubt about it.
Zhang Xiaohan has been making up her mind and hesitating, and the two moods are intertwined with contradictions, although she knows her final conclusion.
After a while, her eyes left the soul flag, and she smiled self-deprecatingly, what is she, since she refined the soul ball, she has officially become a soul cultivator, and has become a demon cultivator in the eyes of others, she just has no chance to show the essence of her demon cultivation, and she has already done it in the first year of junior high school, and it is not worse than fifteen.
Retracting her gaze, her mind rummaged through the storage ring, and pieces of ore material were thrown out.
Yan Qingshan inside the soul banner became uneasy, it instinctively sensed what Zhang Xiaohan was going to do to it, but it had no way of knowing.
There were a lot of ores scattered on the ground, large and small, and there were a few elixirs, Zhang Xiaohan finally confirmed again, and then closed her eyes and carefully recalled the refining inheritance she had obtained.
Suddenly, the largest black ore material floated up, Zhang Xiaohan opened his eyes at the same time, stretched out his fingers, and a spiritual fire surrounded the black ore in an instant.
Time passed quickly, for ten days in a row, Zhang Xiaohan was refining the black ore, the temperature of the flame dropped from extremely high to extremely low ice flame, and then a little higher, a little impurity in the black ore was squeezed out repeatedly.
Ten days later, a black knife blank floated in mid-air, and there was no luster on the black knife body, nor any brilliance, Zhang Xiaohan looked at this knife blank tiredly, and the initial quenching was completed.
Ten days and ten nights of non-stop urging the spiritual fire, constantly replenishing the spiritual liquid in the middle, just like that, the spiritual power in the body is less than one-third, and it is only the most important material that has been refined.
She took another sip of spiritual liquid and closed her eyes to breathe, and after half a day, her spirit and spiritual power were completely restored.
Next is to extract all kinds of ores on the ground, some ores are very large, but after extraction, even one-tenth of the original is not left, some of the volume is small, but there is almost no change after quenching, and the spirit stone is basically not quenched.
Another ten days.
After resting for half a day, Zhang Xiaohan's expression became solemn, not only the various materials that had been refined in front of her, but also a few bottles of spiritual liquid were also placed in a convenient place, and even the soul banner was directly placed on the side of her body.
A mouthful of spiritual fire erupted directly from Zhang Xiaohan's mouth, quickly surrounding the black knife blank, the knife blank gradually softened, and soon it was as soft as a drop of water, but the strange thing was that it could still maintain the shape of the knife blank.
One by one, the quenched materials were put into the knife blank, and slowly merged with the knife blank, and soon, only a spirit stone was left on the ground.
The process of integrating the spirit stone into the knife blank was unusually smooth, and the internal structure of the knife blank integrated into the spirit stone also seemed to have changed, as if a new space had been born.
Zhang Xiaohan knew that it was the effect of the spirit stone, and after this piece of knife blank was refined, it would have a space that could accommodate the soul.
The spirit stone was completely integrated into the black blade, and a drop of essence blood also penetrated into the blade at the same time, and was instantly engulfed by the blade, and the black essence light emanated from the blade, and the blade was changing towards the shape that Zhang Xiaohan hoped for.
Zhang Xiaohan couldn't name this kind of knife, she was not so familiar with weapons in her previous life, she just felt that only such a fierce appearance was worthy of Yan Qingshan's soul.
It had the shadow of a Bloody Blade, but it wasn't exactly what it looked like, on the side of the blade, there were a few serrations, and then it made a beautiful arc.
The back of the knife was a little thinner, but it didn't stop its heaviness, and now, it was just a dead artifact, waiting to be activated.
Zhang Xiaohan swallowed a large mouthful of spiritual liquid, and the spiritual power in her body recovered quickly, and then she lowered her head and grabbed the soul flag, and with a thought, Yan Qingshan's dark and hideous figure jumped out of the soul flag.
It roared silently, and no one could hear its roar, only Zhang Xiaohan.
"Yan Qingshan, look behind you, this is the treasure I refined for you, in the future, you will be the instrument spirit of this soul sword, this soul knife is your home" Zhang Xiaohan's cold voice was imprinted in Yan Qingshan's mind.
"No, I don't want to be a machine spirit" Yan Qingshan roared angrily, glaring at Zhang Xiaohan angrily.
Zhang Xiaohan stared at Yan Qingshan's eyes full of anger, and said softly: "You have no choice, instead of not seeing the light of day in the soul flag, it is better to be a machine spirit in the soul sword, you were born as a demon cultivator, and you can no longer be reincarnated, then, you will be integrated with the soul knife, from now on, the magic knife is you, you are the magic knife, I hope you can become the magic knife that makes everyone tremble, maybe one day, your master and I will also become a terrifying demon, hehe, Yan Qingshan, let you and I fall together." ” After speaking, his mind moved, Zhang Xiaohan played the magic trick with both hands, Yan Qingshan roared unwillingly, but he had been being sacrificed by Zhang Xiaohan in the soul banner for a long time, and he couldn't help but float towards the soul sword.
Like a wisp of black green smoke attached to the black blade, casting a layer of astringency on the shiny blade, the roar in the mind suddenly disappeared, and there was a kind of dazed, overwhelmed, and then cautious surprise.
Zhang Xiaohan's heart slowly let go and played the last trick.
The soul sword emitted a long buzz in mid-air, and the light of the blade was all hidden, and Yan Qingshan's roar was in his mind: "Give me blood, I will drink blood" Zhang Xiaohan looked at the Soul Knife coldly, only she knew Yan Qingshan's excitement in the blade, she opened her hand to grab the Soul Knife, and gently stroked the blade with her left hand.
The Soul Seeking Knife must be thirsty for blood, so let the blood of its refiner refine it.
The blade trembled slightly, and a stream of blood pierced out of the white palm, and a drop fell on the soul sword, and the soul knife greedily sucked it, and there was a cheerful shaking on the knife body, and the blood disappeared in an instant.
Huaguang flashed away, through the blade of the knife, Zhang Xiaohan and Yan Qingshan stared at each other, and Yan Qingshan's hideous voice came from his mind: "Don't worry, I will definitely suck up your blood and suck your soul, you and I will merge sooner or later, I am the magic knife, you are me" cssrendbtngt recommended ticket, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation.
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