Yan Jun picked up his broadsword and drew out a trace of the Golden Flame of Merit in his dantian, turning it into an illusory sword-forging platform (a furnace used in ancient costume movies to forge iron, like burning charcoal and pulling bellows). He also used the golden scepter in his left hand. The main reason why he took out the golden scepter was that if he couldn't control it, he would use the golden scepter to absorb it so as not to cause trouble and harm himself. Yan Jun was still somewhat afraid of what had happened just now, so he had to be on guard.
Yan Jun slowly controlled the flame to form a fire cover to wrap around the cold iron broadsword and slowly burn it. Yan Jun was afraid that the cold iron would be burned away by the fire. After refining the saber into a ball of golden molten iron with the refining method passed down by Goddess Houtu, the fire was increased, and all the impurities in the saber were changed into ashes. The rest was the essence, and the rest was the forbidden pattern. The forbidden pattern was like a blacksmith's hammer.
Yan Jun kept making hand seals with both hands. The Nether Qi in his dantian turned into tadpoles and flew into the molten iron. The tadpoles were the restriction marks. The tadpoles flew out from between his hands and into the molten iron. The molten iron slowly turned into a long strip shape due to the injection of hand seals and was continuously burned by the fire in the sword-forging platform. In a short while, the 3,000 hand seals were completed, and only the last restriction mark was left. This forbidden pattern was like a punctuation mark at the end of an article to indicate the end of the refinement. This marked the end of the refinement. Yan Jun felt as if his hands were about to break. He almost lost all feeling, but he still firmly grasped the last hand seal. As long as the tadpole of the forbidden pattern from this hand entered the sword, the sword would be complete. All that was left was to nurture the sword.
However, just as a snake-like restriction rune entered the sword, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the void and shattered all the restriction runes on the sword. Finally, it flew out of the sword and dissipated, leaving only a pitch-black iron bar burning in the flames. Although others couldn't hear it, Yan Jun could hear it clearly. It was as if a cannon had exploded in Yan Jun's ear. Yan Jun felt as if he was trapped in a ringing bell. His head buzzed, his head hurt, and his tears flowed profusely. He couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't feel anything. It was as if he was weightless and floating in space. There was no sound, no light, and no life.
Five minutes later, Yan Jun felt that he had regained his hearing and senses. Yan Jun hurriedly went to check on the sword-forging platform. Fortunately, it was fine. If the platform was shattered, the Golden Flame of Virtue would dissipate. If the flame dissipated, Yan Jun would not be able to do anything. Fortunately, it was fine. Otherwise, Yan Jun would have wanted to commit suicide.
The thunderbolt just now was a warning from the heavens. The Wu-killing Sword was a great killing weapon. There could only be one sword in the world. If it weren't for the warning from the heavens, how could there be any demons in the ancient times who controlled the Heaven and Earth? The Demon Tribe would have been unified long ago.
After understanding everything, Yan Jun was a little confused.”Looking at the long thing on the stage, Yan Jun was worried.”Yan Jun could now imagine the scene of him fighting a group of zombies with this iron bar, and he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
"Then I would rather have an ordinary sword. Isn't that little brother's black ancient sword pretty good? That's right, if he can't refine a sword and doesn't allow him to refine a saber, I'll give him a new medicine.”
Yan Jun began to form a hand seal again and cast the 3,000 forbidden patterns to change the shape of the iron bar into the shape of a knife. The handle was as thick as a duck egg, and there were dragon scale patterns on it. The front end of the handle was thicker than the back end, and it was in a shape that was thicker in the front and thinner in the back. There was no hand guard at the front end and the blade. There was a complete beast head with its mouth wide open, and the blade extended from it. The blade was as wide as three fingers, and it looked like a monster biting the blade. The blade was a straight blade, not a ghost head blade, nor a Japanese blade. It was a straight blade like a Tang blade. The tip of the blade was at the back of the blade, and the blade was curved upwards to connect to the tip of the blade. This way, the slash would be more powerful. When the last restriction pattern was inserted into the blade, the entire body was still flickering with spiritual light. Suddenly, the restriction pattern rapidly shrank back into the blade, turning into a pitch-black blade that stuck into the sword-forging stage with a crack, allowing the flames on the stage to burn it.
Yan Jun slowly retracted the flames, causing the blade to cool down. He reached out and pulled out the blade with a click. The blade was 3.3 feet long, which was 110 centimeters. The front and back were one, and the width of the blade and the handle was about the same. From a distance, it looked like a cylinder. The hilt was 49 centimeters long and the blade was 61 centimeters long. It was straight back and straight blade. It could be held with both hands or with one hand. Although it was as black as ink, it was flickering with a cold light. One could tell at a glance that it was a great killing weapon. Yan Jun waved his hand, and the Sword Crafting Platform turned into a ball of fire. The small fire flew into Yan Jun's dantian and burned quietly.
Logically speaking, this saber was made of thousand-year-old cold iron and had been invaded by thousand-year-old murderous aura, evil aura, and yin aura. Its material quality was already a rare treasure. Moreover, it was smelted and forged by the Golden Flame of Virtue. It could be refined into a Postnatal magic weapon. If it was refined properly, it could be a supreme treasure, just like the status of the King Kong bracelet. However, Yan Jun's martial skills were limited, and his refining skills were only two sabers. Therefore, this saber only had the power of a high-level magic weapon, just like Yan Chixia's sword in A Chinese Ghost Story. However, other than being sturdy and sharp, it could not fly like a flying sword, nor could it kill like a golden scepter. It could only be used as a weapon like the Golden Cudgel held by Sun Wukong. This made Yan Jun very depressed.
Speaking of which, in ancient times, who didn't have at least one or two magic treasures? Who would be stupid enough to throw out their defensive weapons as magic treasures? When you threw them out, the enemy's magic treasures would drown you. Even the golden whips in the hands of Wen Zhong, the Grand Preceptor of the Shang Dynasty, were used as a magic weapon to attack people. One was used to protect the other. Otherwise, if both were thrown out in front of the two armies, Wen Zhong would have died long ago.
However, Yan Jun's saber had been refined according to the Wu-killing Sword. The Wu-killing Sword had killed a Grand Wizard before, so its power was not to be mentioned. Although Yan Jun's saber was far inferior, it could be upgraded. The Wu-Slaying Sword was not difficult to refine. Anyone who had this refining technique could refine it. However, the difficulty lay in the fact that it required the souls of tens of millions of people to nurture this sword, so that it could be so evil that it could break the body of the Ancestor of Sorcery.
Yan Jun didn't have a human soul, so he could only find something else to replace it. The good thing was that this saber was refined with the Golden Flame of Virtue. It was different from the Wu-killing Sword from the beginning. The Wu-killing Sword was a sword of extreme yin and evil with a strong killing intent, while the Golden Flame of Virtue was a righteous treasure of extreme yang, which had the power to break all evil spirits.
Although refining a weapon with merits would be a supreme treasure of merits, Yan Jun's merits had all been fused with his body. If he revealed his body in front of the ghost and didn't restrain his aura, he would be a 1000-Watt light bulb in the ghost's eyes. He would shine with golden light and emit a sweet fragrance. Even the ghost immortals couldn't help but want to bite him. Fortunately, he cultivated the Prison Suppression Golden Body, which was used to consume merit points. The more merit points he had, the greater the suppression effect of his cultivation. The water of the Yellow Spring gathered Yin Qi and was cleansed by the power of virtue. It transformed from extreme Yin to extreme Yang, which was perfect for nurturing this extreme Yang weapon. If he were to nurture it into a divine weapon that was on par with the Wu-Slaying Sword, Yan Jun would probably never be able to cultivate the body of a king.
"We have to catch them tightly. Find ghosts to absorb the Yin Qi. If it doesn't work, we'll catch ghosts and zombies. As long as it's evil and filthy, we'll absorb it. Anyway, with the golden tablet suppressing it and the Golden Flame of Merit refining it, we might be able to earn some merit!”Yan Jun was very helpless now. He only had a wisp of magic power to begin with, and now he had to nurture this saber. He was not a kind person who would not spit it out after absorbing it. A wisp of his cultivation was not even enough to take a bite of the saber. Put the saber into the dantian and nourish it with the fire of virtue. It is born from the same source and does not reject it, so it can be put into the dantian. Otherwise, he would have to carry her on his back like a little brother.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Yan Jun spent the rest of his time cultivating other than eating. He didn't go out. During this month, apart from absorbing the yin qi of heaven and earth, he was also digesting the inheritance given to him by the golden scepter. He also understood quite a bit about Son of Heaven Yin.
Right now, he had already formed a finger-sized netherworld water vapor, but there wasn't even an inch of dark clouds above his head. Because he had inherited the fruit position of Son of Heaven Yin, he had his own fate, so it was more difficult than others. However, his cultivation base was extremely pure. With his current cultivation base, he could easily defeat a ghost soldier at the initial success rate. This could also be considered killing monsters at a higher level!
"Fatty is about to make his move. Don't miss it. If you miss it, you won't be able to see my Ning! The preparations are all ready. Let's go and take a look. It's good to have some fun. I've been moldy for the past month.”Yan Jun left immediately and went to the antique shop to look for Fatty Wang.
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