Chapter 95 Ming Chen

Author: Tai Yisheng Water

Chapter 95 Ming Chen

Three strong rays of light burst out from the sword, namely the flow of golden light, the sharp cutting of people, the yellow light is clear, calm and heavy, the white light is misty, and pure and transparent.

The brilliance of the three colors and attributes complement each other and compete with each other.

As the sword intent increased, the three rays of light gradually dimmed, and the sword ray began to become ferocious, competing with the sword intent on Xie Huan.

A gentle roar came from the three swords, like a dragon's roar, like a wind, like a sound.

Xie Huan's spiritual consciousness was integrated into the three swords at the same time, feeling the sword intent, structure, energy, and elemental flow inside it.

In the dawn of the gold, a golden mist was spreading evenly in every inch of the sword, taken from a mineral called Jinyun Stone.

According to Feng Yu Youye, a Qi Refiner took a break from an island chain, and the golden aura in the total of eighteen islands, and obtained this small ball and forged it into the sword.

The sword body itself is also created by the most flexible metal riding as the main body, which can integrate the golden mist with the most tacit understanding.

Inside the rock front is a dark earth element, with a slight smell of blood. It is obtained from the abyss under an island. There is a terrifying spirit beast called Yanyao. It is like a rock and can travel through the mountains and the earth.

At that time, seven cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining fell, and then they killed this beast and obtained this small group of dark land in the Earth Abyss.

Moreover, the sword body of Yanfeng is made of non-gold or non-stone, which is directly made of the teeth of Yanfang. The sword also has a trace of the earth-attribute magical power of Yanfang, which perfectly merges with the dark soil.

The last sword was pure white and flawless, without any energy attributes. It can be used as a sword or as a best-level sword embryo.

Xie Huan suddenly bent his fingers, and three flames hit the three swords with a "bang", bursting out a raging fire, completely swallowing the light of the three swords.

A shrill sound of swords suddenly came from the sword, shaking violently on the ground. In the rock tip, the aura of ferocious beasts exploded. A large figure appeared above the flames, like a giant rock mountain, with eyes as deep as a well, and two long fangs in their mouths, as sharp as swords.

Xie Huan was not touched, but quietly felt the state of three swords in the fire. Suddenly, his brow frowned slightly, stretched out his fingers toward the golden dawn, and a slight pressure of space was passed over.

The Golden Dawn sword body condensed, as if it was pressed by a force, becoming motionless, but the sword body was gently bent backward, and the curvature became greater and greater.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a crisp breaking sound rang out, and half of the golden dawn flew out, and a golden mist erupted instantly and dispersed in the air.

Xie Huan's expression was normal and he was not surprised.

He was very strict in choosing the sword, and the sword would be broken. Although it was a pity, it was normal.

He reached out and grabbed it, and the golden mist in the air instantly condensed, like a small storm, flying in the air, getting smaller and smaller, and finally condensed into a golden yellow the size of a nail piece and flew down.

Xie Huan held the golden yellow with his five fingers, looked at it for a while, took it into the ring, and then continued to close his eyes as if nothing had happened to feel the other two swords.

Not long after, the pure white sword also burst and exploded into pieces in the middle.

Only the rock front was still roasting in the fire, the dark soil inside became more and more pure and yellow, and the mixed blood color disappeared completely, exuding a heavy and pure aura.

The phantom of Yan Lan also returned to the sword, curled into a ball of energy, and became quiet.

A hint of joy appeared in Xie Huan's eyes. With a wave of his hand, the fire on the sword slowly went out, and the scorched sword body slowly revealed.

At this moment, the rock front was more heavy and powerful than before, exuding a sense of earth-like aura.

The sword body is about a foot long, thick and wide, like a solid mountain.

Xie Huan pondered for a while, took out seven or eight different soils, all of which were suspended in front of him, and began to temper him with magic power.

These soils are all variations, or derivatives of soil elements. They each have some unique attributes, but they still cannot reach the level of "different soil". The so-called "different" is relative to the origin.

Among all his elements, only the ghost fire in the underworld can be called "different", but the wisp of ghost fire he mastered is just a projection of the true body of the ghost fire, far from being the original body.

The magic power of these mutated or derived earth elements can be tempered, and the original power inside can be extracted bit by bit to increase the energy level of the earth elements.

A few days later, the secret room was filled with a majestic and thick earthy atmosphere, giving people a simple sense of heaviness and oppression.

The energy of those mutated soils has been completely extracted by Xie Huan and integrated into the rock front, strengthening the soil elements inside to a certain extent. The soul of the rock fang seems to be nourished, wrapping around the soil elements in the form of a halo, like a layer of packaging.

Xie Huan reached out and grabbed it. The Yanfeng immediately fell into his hand. His wrist suddenly sank, and it turned out to be extremely heavy.

He slowly stroked the sword's fingertips and kept writing on it.

A large number of complex runes began to appear on the originally smooth sword, connected into a formation, one by one, one by one, making it appear messy and orderly.

The word "Yan Feng" on the sword was also erased under Xie Huan's touch and replaced with "Famous Chen". A line of small words was written on the sword: Thirty Fate and Fame Dust and Earth.

After writing, the sword seemed to have some sense, and a cheerful sword sound burst out.

Xie Huan held the sword in his hand with satisfaction and looked at it, and finally took it to the ring.

After refining Mingchen, he took out a large amount of ice and fire-based raw materials, began to extract the elemental attribute energy inside, and fed it to the ice cliff and spark.

This energy feeding is insignificant for Sparks.

But mosquito legs are also fleshy, and they are a little stronger.

However, it has greatly improved the ice cliff.

Xie Huan took out various precious materials and tempered the bottom of the sword body of the two swords to adapt to his continuous strengthening strength.

In the sword formation, every sword is like its own clone and is part of its own body. Therefore, every detail, even every growth and past, is integrated with itself.

After that, Xie Huan began to use Starfire, Ice Cliff, and Mingchen to arrange sword formations to feel the connection and differences between swords and themselves, swords, fusion, repulsion, combinations between energy and energy, etc., and constantly adjusts the feeling and state, so that the three swords can recognize each other's attributes.

On this day, Xie Huan was sitting cross-legged, quietly conscious of the sword intent. The three-color sword lights were suspended around, shining with each other, gradually entering the wonderful state of fusion.

Suddenly he felt something and slowly opened his eyes.

Two rays of light shot out from his eyes, and he waved his hand gently, then he put away three swords, and at the same time he stretched out his left hand with his palm facing upwards.

A golden energy wanders on the arm, slowly gathers into the palm of the palm, and then flows into the air, condensing into a golden, gorgeous and exquisite flower, full of treasure.

The year has come, and the true nature of the true nature is once again full of energy.

Xie Huan pondered a little, letting the treasure flower hang in the air, forming seals with both hands, and displaying the eye of insight.

After trying more than a dozen times, I finally succeeded once.

The golden petals were constantly analyzing in his pupils, and the golden energy flowed through the flowers and leaves like blood. The patterns, veins, and even the pores on the leaves, and even the tinier arrangements of cells were clearly presented.

Xie Huan's heart was shocked and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Those extremely small things, like squares or rectangles, are individually integrated but compact and shaped... Are they really cells?

He was a little confused.

This flower...is it really a flower?

Just when shocked, the words on the petals began to appear: "Nan", "Di", "Ga", "Da", "Ju", "Yu"...

Every time a word appeared, Xie Huan felt that his eyes and body and mind were greatly impacted, like a terrifying force, turning into waves, surging towards him, slamming his body, making his blood tumbling, and his eyes were covered with blood.

"Nan, Di, Ga..."

Xie Huan unconsciously murmured and said three words.

Every syllable falls like a huge shock in the void. When the third word is read out, the golden light suddenly shone in the sea of ​​consciousness, swallowing his mind. His whole body seemed to have no consciousness, or the consciousness was only white.

Xie Huan was completely fixed.

I don’t know how long this process has passed, maybe it’s long, maybe it’s just a moment.

He seemed to hear a sound in his ear, as if he was saying something, and as if he was hallucinating.

Slowly, consciousness came back little by little.

The only white light began to retreat like a tide, the golden light appeared again, the mind and the spirit returned little by little, and perception slowly appeared again.

Xie Huan was shocked and completely came back to his senses from the unconscious state.

The treasure flower is still floating quietly in front of you, exquisite and exquisite, shining with light and beautiful.

But he was soaked in cold sweat, his whole body was indescribable soreness, and even his magic power was exhausted.

It's still my level is too low.

Xie Huan's face turned pale. He felt that he had grasped the key to the treasure flower, but his realm was too low to be investigated further.

The words on those petals contain extremely strong energy of Taoism, such as some kind of mantra, which is very likely the key to opening the secret of the treasure flower.

However, this time it has improved a lot compared to the last time. Not only did I see five words, I also read three of them. I should be able to go further next time.

He sat down cross-legged, swallowed some pills, and closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

After recovering a little energy, he opened his eyes again and looked at the treasure flower in front of him, with a tangled look in his eyes.

This time the full energy is used or not?

If you use it, you have to wait another year. The situation is complicated and the crisis is everywhere. With treasures, it is equivalent to having more life, and it is your biggest trump card.

Even if you don’t use it, possessing the body will obviously increase the body.

But if you don’t need it, it’s just a waste of time. You need perfect-level pills, such as foundation-building pills. If you get ten or eight pieces, you can build a foundation even with a poor talent.

There is also the Thunder Hammer. Xie Huan wants to try to use the energy of the treasure flower to repair the Thunder Hammer.

According to Lin Zhensheng's description, once the hammer is full of energy and has infinite power, even if it is formed with a blow, it will retreat.

Cooperating with his "Lei Xiao Jue", not to mention sweeping across the current sea area, at least anyone will have the power to fight.

Troubled...what can be done about this?

Just as Xie Huan was pondering, a message suddenly came into his ears: "Brother Huan, Wei Daying just sent a message and wanted to summon me to take on the task."

"What mission?"

Xie Huan asked back.

"Someone has come out of Tianlei Island and needs to go and pick him up." Luo Furong replied.
Chapter completed!