Celestial being

"Control the mana input with all your strength, don't be distracted." Xiying reminded again.

Although Yuan Ming was puzzled, seeing his mood change, he knew that there must be an emergency.

He immediately calmed down and channeled his magic power into the casting furnace bit by bit.

On the herring sword, the extreme cold runes were penetrated bit by bit by spiritual power and mana, and finally lit up completely.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The extremely cold runes completed by the soul-filling seemed to be out of control. The snow-white light became brighter and brighter, and an extremely cold air spread instantly. It actually directly suppressed the spirit-gathering array and caused the temperature of the casting furnace to drop instantly. Lowered.

If it had not been for the replenishment of spirit stones earlier, I am afraid that at this moment, the entire spirit gathering array would have completely failed.

"Oops." Yuan Ming screamed in his heart.

At this moment, he had no time to make any other reaction. He could only run the Nine Yuan Jue with all his strength, constantly transfer mana into the Qingyu Sword, and try his best to maintain the spiritual infusion process without interruption.

If it were interrupted now, the Qingyu Sword would not be able to successfully advance to the magical weapon level. It might even break out of control because the runes could not be penetrated and the spiritual power of the sword would be unbalanced.

At this moment, Yuan Ming felt a warm current rising from his back, and then it became extremely hot again.

Before he could look back, he saw a line of fire rushing out, passing by him, and rushing into the casting furnace.

The blazing flames brought scorching temperatures, which collided with the extremely cold breath released by the runes. They immediately stabilized the temperature of the casting furnace, and the spirit-gathering array that was on the verge of losing control was also preserved.

"Well done."

Yuan Ming was overjoyed when he saw that the greedy man was puffing out his cheeks and spitting flames into the casting furnace.

Originally, I only brought it here to take care of this little guy, but I didn't expect that it would play such an important role at a critical moment.

Yuan Ming did not dare to be distracted at all, so he could only take advantage of Huo Chan'er's help and hurry up to complete the soul filling.

Fortunately, the speed of the strong wind rune was much faster than that of the extreme cold rune. Yuan Ming finally completed his goal before running out of mana and before Huo Greedy'er lost his power.

The moment the spirit filling was completed, the two linked runes lit up at the same time, but no abnormal phenomena appeared. On the contrary, the extremely cold aura that was originally emitted was completely restrained.

The entire herring sword seemed to have been surrendered instantly, with all its sharp edges restrained.

At this moment, Yuan Ming was soaked in sweat and collapsed to the ground as if he was exhausted.

Not far behind him, Huo Greedy'er also fell to the ground, tilting his head, sticking out his tongue, and his lower abdomen was rising and falling. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy and was very tired.

Yuan Ming reluctantly got up and took out three or four fire crystals and fire jade in one breath. After thinking about it, he took out another piece of fire chalcedony and placed it at Huo Greedy'er's mouth.

The little guy's eyes lit up, but he didn't eat immediately. Instead, he continued to pant and regain his strength.

When Yuan Ming saw this, he felt a little embarrassed and touched Huo Gan'er's head. Then he got up and went to the casting furnace to take out the herring sword.

He stared at the runes on the herring sword and poured his mind into it. His vision suddenly blurred, and he immediately had the illusion of a white whirlwind sweeping in before his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

Yuan Ming was overjoyed. He had heard Senior Brother Amuhe talk about this phenomenon before.

The magical runes that have been imbued have the basic attributes of communicating the aura of heaven and earth. When a person's soul is poured into it and his mind is focused enough, he can see the vision of the corresponding attributes appear.

"Try it." Xiying's voice came.

Hearing this, Yuan Ming nodded, then suddenly woke up and said, "You, can you speak?"

Previously, his mind was focused on Guan Ling, and he always thought that the voice came from his sea of ​​consciousness. It was not until this time that he realized that it came from the silver cat's mouth.

"I've been able to speak for a long time, what's so surprising?" Xiying rolled her eyes at him.

"Then why didn't I tell you before?" Yuan Ming asked doubtfully.

"Wouldn't it be troublesome for someone to hear my voice? Why are you so stupid? There are no outsiders around here." Xiying replied.

"It's nothing, it's just that the sound is a little different from what I heard in the sea of ​​consciousness." Yuan Ming said with a smile.

"What's the difference?" Xiying asked immediately, obviously interested in the answer to this question.

"The voice that comes out of my mouth is more real, pleasant, and pleasant to the ear." Yuan Ming thought for a moment and said.

Xiying felt very satisfied with Yuan Ming's answer.

"Why do I feel that you have become more pleasant to talk recently." After saying that, he found that Yuan Ming had lowered his head to study the brand-new herring sword. He could only mutter in a voice that he could only hear: "It's so ugly to say it with Guoguo's mouth. If so, can meowing sound good?"

The newly refined magic weapon naturally did not need to be refined. Yuan Ming held it with one hand and the magic power poured in along the hilt.

When the runes on the sword body lit up, the Yin jade scattered on the sword body also lit up one after another, like stars in the cold night, reflected in the green river water.

An extremely cold atmosphere spread instantly, and the temperature in the entire cave began to drop rapidly, as if it had stepped into the cold winter.

Yuan Ming casually held a sword flower in his hand, raised the edge of the sword, and slashed down on the cliff in front.

A white sword energy shot out from the sharp edge, and in almost the blink of an eye, it hit the mountain wall three feet away.

There was the sound of earth and rock cracking on the mountain wall, and a white crack appeared on the solid stone wall.

Yuan Ming stepped forward to check and saw that the crack was three feet long and one foot deep. There was still a layer of white ice crystals on it, and there was no sign of melting for a long time.

"Although it is impossible to judge accurately just by looking at the condition of the stone wall, the power of your magic sword is probably close to that of a high-grade magic weapon. Even if it is still not as good as it is, it is only a thin line away." Xiying's voice said , sounded from behind.

"High-grade magic weapon? But it only has two runes?" Yuan Ming said unexpectedly.

"So it's just infinitely close, but it's not said to be." Xiying said.

Yuan Ming glanced at the long sword in his hand, then at the sword marks on the wall, with a happy smile on his face.

He had consumed a lot of mana when he was pouring souls, and when he tried the sword just now, he did not use all his strength. The power of the herring sword was not fully unleashed.

"The sword itself is made of good materials, and the increase brought by the extreme cold rune is also a reason. Of course, there is also its contribution." Xiying glanced at Huo Gan'er next to him and said.

The little guy regained a little strength and immediately started to cook, biting the crispy fire crystal stone until sparks flew everywhere.

When Yuan Ming saw this, his smile became even stronger. Unfortunately, Huo Chan'er belonged to the Third Cave Master and had to return it at any time.

He held the sword in front of him, frowned as he looked at the starlight scattered on it.

"After it became a magical weapon, I always felt that the name of the herring sword was a bit too unpleasant. Xiying, would you like to name the sword?" Yuan Ming looked back at Xiying and asked.

He actually already had a name in mind, just to thank the silver cat for his help and wanted it to choose this name.

"The stars are moving in the cold light, and the frost is particularly diffuse. Let's call it the Cold Star Sword." Xiying thought for a moment and said.

Yuan Ming heard this and said: "What a coincidence, we thought of going together, and that's what I meant too."

In fact, the name he came up with was the word "Frost".

But the name of Xi Yingqi's sword, even if it was not named after a poem, still reminded him of the scene of "Lonely Night and Cold Stars", which was most suitable for his sword.

"You're a liar, you're trying to trick me." Xiying jumped onto the casting furnace, looked at Yuan Ming, and said.

"How could it be? I really want to go together. Xiying, which country's poetry does your poem come from?" Yuan Ming shook his head quickly and said.

Hearing these words, Xi Ying's colorful eyes suddenly closed slightly, and his eyes became dim.

When Yuan Ming saw this, he knew that he had offended it by saying the wrong thing, but he was unable to say anything to comfort him, so he stayed silent with Xiying.

Fortunately, Yinmao calmed down quickly, but did not talk to Yuan Ming again.

After Yuan Ming put away the Hanxing Sword, he began to sit cross-legged, meditate with his eyes closed, and activated the Nine Elements Technique to restore his magic power.

…

The next day, early morning.

Yuan Ming, who had recovered his magic power, stood up refreshed. He only saw the silver cat Xiying lying on the casting furnace, but did not see the figure of Huo Greedy'er, so he immediately asked.

"The little one slipped out after he was full." Xiying said lazily.

"We have to return to the sect as soon as possible. I have to go out in a few days." Yuan Ming said.

Xiying heard this and looked over.

Yuan Ming explained: "It's just a short trip. It should not take a few days to come back."

He estimated that it was just a mission to break up the alliance and it wouldn't take much time.

"What are you going to do?" Unexpectedly, Xiying asked.

Yuan Ming thought for a while and told it exactly about the task of disbanding the alliance.

After listening, Xiying said: "Killing the Snake King is very fun. This guy is full of treasures. It's a pity that I can't go when my cultivation is at a critical stage recently."

Yuan Ming was not disappointed when he heard that Xiying would not leave.

From his heart, he did not dare to fully trust those who had broken alliances, but if he needed help in everything, how could he gain a foothold in the world of immortality in the future.

After a little repair, Yuan Ming was about to leave, and his eyes fell on the casting furnace again.

The last time he wanted to take the casting furnace away, he was unable to do so because of the influence of the ground magic circle.

This time, after learning that there was a spirit gathering circle on the casting furnace, Yuan Ming didn't want to give up this treasure.

"If you destroy the magic circle on the ground, you can move the casting furnace." Xiying immediately saw through his thoughts and said.

"People who have been trapped for a long time often want to scratch the ground when they first enter Baoshan." Xiying glanced at Yuan Ming and mocked accurately.

Yuan Ming continued to look down at the rune array, turning a deaf ear to Xi Ying's taunts.

He looked at the rune array on the ground very carefully. After remembering all the arcs and connections of the lines clearly, he flipped his wrist and took out the Hanxing Sword.

The next moment, the cold air overflowed from the Hanxing Sword, the sword edge crossed the ground, and the magic circle fell apart in an instant.

Then, Yuan Ming raised his hand and gently touched the casting furnace, then put it into his bag like a swallow.