Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 919 Death Battle (20)
He took out an exquisite sword-type mold from the Qiankun bag and put it into the Shenlong cauldron. The iron slurry suddenly penetrated into the mold, while Ye Yang held the handle of the hot mold with one hand, and gave a low shout, the unique skill of refining the art of hundreds of refinements Activated, countless small flame elements are refining the iron slurry in the mold under Ye Yang's control, increasing the density of iron slurry on the edge of the sword, compressing the toughness of the sword body, and doing it step by step according to Ye Yang's vision.

After a long time, all the iron slurry poured into the sword mold, Ye Yang panted heavily, his forehead was covered with sweat, he could clearly sense that the power in the cold iron was attacking him, it was the Soul Devourer Demon Knife In the middle of the role of the demon spirit, it would take a lot of energy for Ye Yangguang to suppress this force, not to mention tempering the sword edge?
"Crack, crack..."

The sword model began to crack a fine line, and Ye Yang's whole body strength seemed to be hollowed out. He knelt softly on one knee on the ground, and tremblingly said: "Is it still not possible?"

……

"brush!"

In the Qiankun bag, Qin Fang's figure flew out, standing majestically above the Shenlong cauldron, and said: "Ziyu, this is still not enough, this sword is only a divine weapon of the earth, but it is difficult to reach the level of a divine weapon. With this kind of power, I'm afraid it's impossible to shake the ancient magic weapon, Ziyu, you have to cherish it..."

Ye Yang opened his eyes and said loudly, "Grandpa Qin Fang, what are you doing?"

With a kind smile on Qin Fang's face, he said: "You dug me and Shenlong Ding out of the tomb of the Vulcan clan, from that moment on, I treated you as my grandson, Ziyu, you are a good boy!" My child, it’s just that the Vulcan clan must endure countless twists and turns in troubled times, your father is dead, I wanted to spend more time with you, but it seems impossible…”

"Grandpa..." Ye Yang's voice trembled.

Qin Fang looked resolute, and said: "This sword can't break through the coffin of the god of lock, you and girl Zengxuan will die in the coffin of the god of lock, I don't want to let Xuanlian, a despicable practitioner, succeed, so Ziyu, I am willing to transform As the soul of the sword, pour into this new sword, with my seventh-level soul power in the starry sky, I believe this sword will not be inferior to the Celestial Soldier, so cherish it, Grandpa can no longer accompany you..."

"Please do not!"

Ye Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I'd rather die in the god-locked coffin than grandpa make such a big sacrifice for me!"

Qin Fang showed a smile: "Silly boy, grandpa is dead a long time ago. I have always been a soul. Now, I will become the guardian sword soul in the sword. In fact, grandpa is still by your side, Ziyu, Don't be sad, Grandpa will have no regrets if he can accompany you through this journey..."

"do not want!"

Ye Yang roared almost in a low voice, but he couldn't stop Qin Fang's decision. At the next moment, Qin Fang turned into a cyan light and rushed into the sword body!
"flood!"

The long sword shines brightly, illuminating the world. Qin Fang's soul is reshaping the inner characteristics of this sword, more like strengthening this new sword. There are streaks of blue on the edge of the sword, and even more so on the hilt. There was a round of gossip, and there was a wind blade fluttering on the blade, which was as sharp as one could imagine!
(End of this chapter)