Chapter 262 Sword Refining

Han Li stretched out his palm lightly, and the piece of marble in his palm slowly flew into the silver flame under the coercion of a stream of fairy power.

The silver flame danced a few times, enveloping the fist-sized white stone, and slowly burning it.

However, as time passed bit by bit, the white stone remained in its original state without any change.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged, he pinched the formula with one hand, and there were bursts of chanting sounds in his mouth.

All around the firepit built of black stones, circles of red light suddenly lit up, and runes of ancient shapes emerged one after another, jumping up and down endlessly.

After the rune was lit up, the silver flame in the pond suddenly rose, and a layer of red light surrounded the silver light. The change in its firepower was not obvious, but there was a strange fluctuation in it.

Accompanied by the emergence of this kind of fluctuation, the Langxiao marble finally undergoes a slight change.

After bursts of "sizzling" sounds, it finally gradually melted in the silver flame package, and drops of waxy milky white liquid flowed out from it, floating in the flames leisurely.

An extremely strong scent of sandalwood immediately filled the entire secret room.

When Han Li saw this, he pulled his outstretched palm back suddenly, and the crystal marble, which had completely melted into a liquid, immediately flew out of the flames under the influence of his fairy power.

He reached out with his other hand, holding a black stone bottle with fiery red lines in his palm, and poured the Langmill stone liquid into it.

I saw milky white stone liquid flowing into the mouth of the bottle, a circle of runes immediately lit up on the stone bottle, and the whole body of the bottle became like a red-hot iron block, extremely hot.

A layer of blue light shrouded Han Li's hand. After sealing the bottle, he placed it on the stone table beside him.

Then, with another wave of his palm, a piece of fine gold with Dendrobium pattern floated up again and fell into the fire pond.

This time, instead of activating the magic formula to activate the magic circle on the fire pond, he turned around and came to a half-foot-high stone platform in the center of the cave, sat down cross-legged, and let the silver of the Jingyan Firebird The flames smelted this pure gold by itself.

Under the roasting of the billowing flames, the petal-shaped patterns on the surface of the dendrobium-patterned fine gold shone with red gold light, which contrasted with the silver flames, but it never seemed to melt at all.

Han Li just glanced at it, then closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and stopped looking.

After seven days and seven nights.

In the fire pond, the silver flames were still burning fiercely, and the seemingly indestructible fine gold had completely turned red, like a piece of solid ice that was melting, with drops of golden molten liquid dripping down from it.

Below it, there is a black stone bottle twice the size of the previous one, which filled the golden molten liquid bit by bit.

It took another whole day before the piece of fine gold with Dendrobium patterns was completely melted.

Han Li opened his eyes, walked forward, put away the black stone bottle, and then took a piece of fine gold with Dendrobium pattern from the air, and threw it into the fire pond...

three months later.

In the cave, Han Li was standing by the firepit, holding a book of animal skins in one hand, frowning and looking at it intently, while gesturing back and forth in the void with the other hand.

On the stone platform beside him, thousands of yellow paper pages were stacked in disorder, each of which was painted with very strange and distorted lines in a haphazard manner.

The more it is covered on the lower page, the thicker and more chaotic the drawn lines are, and the closer to the upper page, the thinner the lines drawn on it, and the more dexterous it looks.

On the top four sheets of paper, the lines drawn are already very fine, and they look like four large round flowers, very delicate.

In the upper left corner of the stone platform full of papers, there is only an empty space, and there are more than a dozen gooseneck bottles of different sizes and materials, which contain all the spirit liquid needed for sword refining.

During this period of time, apart from refining various spiritual liquids, Han Li spent most of his time studying the art of melting gold and refining swords recorded in the animal skin book, and practicing drawing the magic circle runes recorded in the book on paper.

Although he has drawn thousands of times, he is still not satisfied with the runes he can draw so far. He always feels that the runes he has drawn are not meaningful, so he has not been refining them for a long time. .

After a while, only a "pop" sounded.

Han Li closed the book, closed his eyes tightly, as if he was in deep thought, and stood motionless, only the middle finger and index finger of his right hand were close together, and they were moving slightly by his side, as if he was practicing drawing symbols in the void.

I don't know how long it took, as if he had a sudden inspiration, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned around and walked quickly to the fire pond.

I saw his two fingers together, the golden light on the palm was shining brightly, layers of golden scales turned up, covering the two fingers.

He bent down, squatted halfway beside the firepit, thrust his two fingers down, and inserted them directly into the rocks that built the firepit on the left.

I saw him closing his eyes and concentrating on it, all the thoughts were collected, feeling the spiritual meaning contained in the runes in his mind, the spiritual power of the fingertips flowed out, and carved on the rock.

At first, his fingers moved very slowly, and it took him half an hour to move the position by an inch, but the speed gradually increased as he went on, and in the end, he finished drawing the entire rune like a smooth flow of water.

Its shape is exactly the same as the pattern drawn on one of the four sheets of paper, but it has been enlarged several times. It extends from the top of the stone platform to the bottom, and most of it is engraved on the ground.

After engraving the first formation map, Han Li paused for a moment, then slowly let out a breath, came to the right side of the fire pit, and continued to engrave with concentration...

After a long while, Han Li straightened up, slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the formations around the fire pond had been drawn. Although they were in different positions, they were connected to each other.

He nodded in satisfaction, rubbed his hands in front of his body, and the Jingyan Firebird flashed out of its body, flew into the fire pond, turned into a piece of silver flame, and burned blazingly.

With the silver flame lighting up, the entire cave began to become hot.

With a wave of Han Li's palm, a series of blue light came out. After circling in mid-air, the blue light disappeared, revealing seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords, hanging in front of him neatly. Flickering, sending out bursts of trembling sound.

"go"

Han Li let out a soft drink, and waved his sleeves violently.

All the green bamboo bee cloud swords immediately swept back and retreated into the fire pond behind them.

There was a sharp whistling sound from the silver flames, and the raging silver flames surged out, engulfing the seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords in an instant.

Han Li immediately sat down cross-legged, pinched out a strange formula with two fingers, and began to recite silently.

As the sound of chanting continued to sound, there were bursts of "buzzing" sounds from the magic circle engraved around the fire pond, and four thick golden beams of light shot out obliquely from the surroundings, meeting together in the middle of the fire pond, turning into a A golden light curtain enveloped the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword and the Jingyan Firebird.

A moment later, Han Li separated his fingers, slightly bent in front of him, and made an upward hook.

The sound of bottle corks being unplugged sounded at the same time, and spiritual liquids of various colors flew out from the dozens of gooseneck bottles and poured into the golden light curtain.

Through the golden light curtain, Han Li could clearly see that the molten gold in the Dendrobium pattern spread out on its own, covering the Green Bamboo and Bee Cloud Sword, and every handle was completely covered by it.

Immediately afterwards, the other spiritual liquids were also divided into seventy-two parts, bit by bit melted into the fine gold liquid wrapped around the bee cloud sword.

Seeing this situation, Han Li closed his eyes again, let go of his consciousness suddenly, and put his mind into the golden light curtain.

I saw the golden light curtain tremble slightly, and the light on the surface suddenly turned into colorful colors.

At the same time, on top of the seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords, bursts of light also began to light up, as if there were rainbows hanging on them, and they became radiant.

After such an hour, Han Li opened his eyes again, opened his mouth, and a baby flame gushed out from his mouth, hitting the multicolored light curtain, and merged with the silver flame without being hindered in the slightest.

"call……"

The two kinds of flames merged and instantly rose up, turning into a pillar of flame light, which enveloped the Qingzhu Fengyun sword in it.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Dozens of flying swords seemed to be unable to bear the burning of the fusion flame, and they struggled frantically, each with sword energy overflowing, cutting in all directions.

Seeing this, Han Li's majestic spiritual consciousness rushed away immediately, and was closely connected with every flying sword in an instant, suppressing them immediately.

"Unexpectedly, there are still some stubborn sword elements that haven't been fully fused, and they are hidden really deeply..." Han Li sighed softly, but he felt a little rejoiced in his heart.

Fortunately, these sword essences were triggered at this time. If he was fighting with others, if the Qingzhu Fengyun sword lost control for a moment, it might cause irreversible consequences.

In the raging flames, on the Green Bamboo and Fengyun Sword wrapped in various spiritual fluids, clusters of unfused sword elements overflowed from the sword body one after another, and shattered directly.

However, the transformed spiritual power was not lost, and was reabsorbed by Feijian.

Seeing this, Han Li didn't relax in the slightest. He still carefully controlled the fusion of the baby fire and the silver flame, continuously burning the seventy-two flying swords, and the rainbow colors on the flying swords gradually faded and became blurred...

Seventy-seven forty-nine days later.

Inside the golden light curtain above the fire pond, the seventy-two flying swords are as white as jade, transparent as ice, and look transparent.

Compared with the original ones, the blades of all the flying swords seem to have been stretched by an inch, and the blades have also become much wider.

Han Li looked at the unfamiliar Qingzhu Fengyun Sword expressionlessly, and waved his palm again.

On the stone platform, the cork of the last black stone bottle flew out by itself, and the milky white spiritual liquid contained in it flew up slowly, entered the golden light curtain, divided into seventy-two drops, and fell on each On top of the flying sword.

"Tick..."

This sound was soft, like rain in early spring, like the splash of a spiritual spring, like spring on a dead tree.

All the flying swords trembled at the same time, and then the spirit pattern on the surface suddenly lit up, and at the same time, there was a golden light, and countless golden laces shot out, intersecting each other, like a small forest of lightning, and there were continuous "crackling" sounds.

If it wasn't blocked by the golden light curtain outside, I'm afraid that the thunder and lightning would overflow and blow up the cave to pieces.