Super Evil Emperor

Taking out a spirit stone and holding it in his hand, Yang Xie slowly started to recover the spirit energy that he had expended. Although it seemed as if he had lifted it lightly just now, a large amount of the spirit energy in his body had actually been consumed.

Just refining an unranked sword would already consume 30% of his spiritual energy. If that was the case, how powerful would it be if he refined a high-grade universal apparatus?

And that spirit artifact level 'Cold Sword'?

With that thought, Yang Xie couldn't help but feel shocked at Daoist Huo Long's strength.

After the spirit energy recovered, Yang Xie threw out a few spirit stones to fill up the few spirit stones in the large formation that were about to be exhausted. He then took out another piece of 'Black Ink Iron' and another 'Refined Iron' and threw it into the raging flames.

Not long after, there was the sound of hammering once again.

As time slowly passed by, the sky turned dark in the blink of an eye. Red clouds filled the entire world, yet an entire day had passed.

Just at this time, a bright light suddenly shone out from Yang Xie's room, and a cold steel sword appeared in mid air, releasing a cold Qi.

Yet after an entire day and nine failures, Yang Xie finally refined a sword.

Looking at the longsword in front of him, Yang Xie's slightly pale face revealed a smile. With a wave of his hand, the longsword slowly landed in his hand.

The sword was three feet long and emanated a cold aura, giving people a sense of sharpness.

Suddenly, Yang Xie held onto the sword hilt, he waved the sword, 'Kacha', a wooden chair beside him split into two, the cut was as smooth as a mirror, it was extremely powerful.

Seeing that, Yang Xie nodded his head in satisfaction. Although the sword was not of any rank, it was still considered extraordinary in terms of its sharpness. In the mortal world, it could be said to be a rare treasure sword.

"Even though it can't be considered to be a universal apparatus, it's still the first sword I've ever refined. I'll give you a name as well, let's call you 'Ink Sword'." After Yang Xie gave this sword a name, he flipped his hand and kept it in the 'kunling bag'.

In the next few days, Yang Xie spent every day in his room refining a treasure. As his techniques became more and more mature, Yang Xie would only be able to refine one treasure sword out of the first nine failures, and only after upgrading to the fourth failures would he be able to refine one treasure sword.

Furthermore, the power of the sword that he had refined was also getting stronger and stronger. When he had refined the eleventh sword, its power was almost comparable to an ordinary low rank universal apparatus.

Of course, this was all thanks to the Daoist Huo Long's lifetime worth of experience in refining. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to improve at such a fast pace in the path of artifact forging.

He placed the eleven swords in a row before him, but the sword light was dense, and the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop.

"It's time to begin setting up the formation." Yang Xie looked at the row of swords in front of him, and muttered to himself. Then, with a wave of his big sleeve, the eleven swords immediately disappeared, and his entire person floated out of the room.

Standing on the roof, Yang Xie observed the Yang family grounds, and then landed gently on a courtyard. With a flip of his hand, the 'Mo Sword' appeared in his hand, and with a light pat, the sword disappeared into the ground with a 'whoosh'.

He then arrived at another place and similarly took out a longsword and slammed it into the ground.

Just like that, after using the same method and slamming the nine swords into various corners of the Yang Mansion, Yang Xie walked to the center of the mansion and took out a completely scarlet red long sword.

The moment the longsword appeared, a scorching hot stream of air was released from the sword, causing the surrounding air to abruptly rise and become scorching hot.

The sword was not created by him, but was obtained from Feng Tao. The quality of the sword had already reached the limit of a middle ranked universal apparatus, so Yang Xie planned to use it as the eye of the formation for the 'Nine Palace Absolute Killing Array'.

As long as one did not meet a cultivator with seven stages of burning blood higher than that of any other cultivator, once the formation was activated, they would immediately be killed by the 'Nine Palace Absolute Killing Array'.

With a slap of his hand, the sanguine longsword instantly sank into the ground.

After doing all of this, Yang Xie formed a seal with his hand, and spat out an obscure and profound incantation.

In the next moment, all of the Spirit Qi in the area started to gush towards them. In the air, they were divided into ten different groups and poured into the swords that Yang Xie had buried underground.

One portion of the spirit energy far exceeded the other nine spirit energy, crazily pouring into the completely red long sword at Yang Xie's feet.

Immediately, the ten swords that no one could see beneath the ground shook simultaneously. A ray of light shot out from the hole. It was three inches long, and the scarlet sword was especially dazzling.

This scene naturally shocked the entire Yang Mansion, but Yang Wanqing and the rest could guess that it was Yang Xie who did it. Although they did not know what this son was doing, they still strictly forbade the servants of the mansion from spreading this information.

Those servants had long heard that one of the son of the clan head had become an immortal, and now that they saw this scene, they were even more certain. Their hearts were filled with shock, and they did not dare to speak of this matter.

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