It's only half the night.

In the inn, ye Lingyue is taking the last step of nine dragon chanting.

For most of the alchemists on the mainland of Qingzhou, rongling is strange.

Only a small number of aristocratic families and ancestral clans with a long history can be melted.

This is the first time ye Lingyue melts spirit on the spirit tool.

Jiulongyin is suspended in the air. The sword body, which has been forged twice, exudes an irresistible chill.

The gray and white flame is beating on ye Lingyue's palm.

For the first time, ye Lingyue felt uneasy.

Now she has four kinds of spirits: water, wood, earth and fire. Since it is the first time to melt spirit, she does not know which spirit should be melted into.

After thinking about it, she decided to make a bold decision, that is, to melt the four spirits one by one.

If ye Lingyue's behavior is seen by the old master of long Huai's family or the city master of the four directions, he will certainly reprimand her for making mischief.

Not to mention, the five elements spirits existing in heaven and earth are rare things, and most of them are mutually complementary. If they are forced to be added to a spirit tool, the effect can be imagined.

But ye Lingyue is a green hand. Where can she care so much.

She wanted to integrate into the four spirits, so she did.

The ash fire breathed and puffed the tongue of fire, and burned four gullies like tendons on the body of the sword.

As soon as the gully is completed, ye Lingyue doesn't have any hesitation, and his fingertips burst out four spiritual powers of blue, green, yellow and red.

The four Gu spirit power poured into the body of the sword and quickly filled the gap above.

The spirit power interweaves together, nine dragon Yin sword body slightly trembles.

Four colors of spiritual power converged into four small streams, gurgling up.

The spirit of earth is incomparably thick, the spirit of water is full of toughness, the spirit of fire is domineering, and the spirit of wood is vigorous.

With the fire burning more and more prosperous, ye Lingyue's forehead has been covered with sweat.

It was just a quarter of an hour's spirit. She had broken through Fang Zun's mental power and was rapidly consuming. But what was worse, she could feel that jiulongyin was out of control because of the conflict between the four spirits.

It is like a restless wild horse, trying to get rid of the shackles of Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue had to use a lot of energy to control jiulongyin and prevent it from getting out of control and scurrying around the house, injuring her and Fengxin.

Such a huge loss, will soon be ye Lingyue's physical strength.

It seems to feel ye Lingyue's physical and mental strength are exhausted, and the fire in ye Lingyue's hands has become unstable, and the flame is getting darker and darker.

Ye Lingyue complained bitterly.

She would never have been so rash if she had known how difficult it was to melt.

"Ling Yue?"

Feng Shen saw that ye Lingyue was in a bad situation, so she took a step forward.

Two palms against the back of Ye Lingyue, ye Lingyue only feels that behind her back, there is a strong yuan force.

Her exhausted body, when she felt the force, absorbed the force behind her like a long drought and rain.

Continuous yuan force, let ye Lingyue's physical strength gradually recover, the hands of the ash fire again bright up.

A tremor.

There was a buzz in the ashes.

The body of the sword glowed bright and dark.

"Is this?"

An idea flashed through my mind.

Ye Lingyue no longer hesitated. Out of instinct, she quickly took out the materials for refining the nine dragon chants in her purple gold bag and kneaded them into the ashes one by one.

These materials quickly melted into jiulongyin.

Originally only two fingers wide, the Jiulong chant grew longer and wider. Both the length and the width were twice as large as before.

Such a change makes ye Lingyue dumbfounded.

But she was surprised how long it would last.

"No, there's not enough Taigu dragon blood." Ye Lingyue found that she prepared too little dragon blood.

"I will." Fengxin flicks her finger, and a few drops of red blood melt into jiulongyin.

When Fengxin's blood was stained with nine dragon chants, the sword suddenly made a terrible sound.

After being stained with Fengxin's blood, there is a bloodstain in the middle of the sword. The bloodstain is like a prairie fire, spreading rapidly on the body of the sword half a person and more than high.

With the growth of the bloodstain, there are cracks on the smooth sword, just like the scales of a dragon.

At the end of the day, the whole sword was split in two.

When the sword is divided into two parts, two Jiulong chants rise into the air.

The two swords turned into two dragons, one male and one female.

The two dragons chased each other and chased each other in the air. Ye Lingyue and Fengxin were both stunned.

When they knew that the two swords had pierced into the ground with a murmur and a hiss, they came back to their gods.In the room, there was a pair of male and female swords. The handle of the sword was a nine clawed dragon with two necks. The male sword was powerful and fierce, and the female sword was bright and flexible, one black and one white. It was a natural match.

Can a sword turn into a dragon?

Even Fengxin is the first to see such a situation.

Ye Lingyue also does not understand, her every step, can be strictly in accordance with the Ye Mingtai Zu's advice refining.

At that time, Taizu failed in refining. Why did she succeed in refining and made such a special female and male nine dragon chants.

"Is it because of your blood?"

Ye Lingyue is suspicious and looks at Feng Xin.

The latter is innocent, a face "you ask me, I ask who to go" look.

Ye Lingyue can only go forward and want to pull out the two swords.

But as soon as her hand touched the black male sword, her hand jerked back.

As soon as ye Lingyue touched it, his skin was covered with a layer of black ice.

"Wait, you can't touch that sword." Feng Xin took ye Lingyue's hand and looked carefully.

"No problem." Ye Lingyue quickly lifted the tripod breath in his body, and the black ice on his skin melted open.

Ye Lingyue didn't believe in evil, and wanted to try again, but was stopped by Fengxin.

"You can't use this sword. It I'm afraid it's not a spirit weapon, but a Sha Bing. I'll try it. "

Sha Bing is born with evil spirit, which is hard for ordinary people to get close to. Only the demon who has advanced cultivation and can be recognized by Sha Bing can use it.

After that, Fengxin went forward and took hold of the sword. With a hissing sound, she resisted ye Lingyue's male sword. It was easy for Fengxin to pull it up. Moreover, there was no trace of cold erosion on Fengxin's hand.

This black sword is really evil.

Feng Xin's thick eyebrows tightened, and already understood that the reason why nine dragon chants changed was because of his blood.

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