Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 382 Sword Refining
Silently practicing the Taiyi Divine Thunder Technique and feeling the Binghuo Divine Thunder in the crystal, Nie Zhaonan revealed an unexpected smile.

"The natal flying sword refined with this Binghuo Divine Thunder, in terms of power, is probably even stronger than the Yimu Divine Thunder Sword and Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword that I have nurtured for nearly two hundred years."

“This is such a pleasant surprise!”

After a careful inspection, Nie Zhaonan did not hesitate and waved his hand to put the crystal as big as a head in front of him into the cave. At the same time, his figure disappeared in the basin without any warning.

In Zixiao Cave, in a secret room, Nie Zhaonan was sitting cross-legged.

After meditating and refining his energy for a while and calming his mind, Nie Zhaonan shook his wrist and a red crystal flew out from his sleeves.

This thing is exactly the special crystal that contains the Binghuo Divine Thunder.

Looking at the crystal in front of him, Nie Zhaonan was silently thinking about how to refine the Binghuo Divine Thunder Sword in his sea of ​​consciousness.

After a full hour, Nie Zhaonan fixed his eyes and pointed at him calmly.

A clear cry was heard, followed by a flash of silver light, and the fairy firebird flew out. Then with a 'bang' it turned into a ball of silver flame, wrapping the red crystal.

Just like the previous two times of refining the natal flying sword, refining the Binghuo Divine Thunder Sword does not require any other special materials. Only the red crystal in front of you and the Binghuo Divine Thunder contained in it are needed.

As the companion of the Binghuo Divine Thunder and also its residence, the red crystal can naturally serve as the best container for carrying this divine thunder, and is most suitable as the entity of the flying sword.

With Nie Zhaonan's current level of cultivation, plus the experience he gained from refining his natal flying sword twice before, he no longer needs to refine a magic array to assist him. His own profound magical power alone is enough to refine the Binghuo Shenlei Sword.

Not to mention, at this time there is the fairy fire to help him refine the red crystal.

The silver spiritual flame burned fiercely, and the temperature nearby suddenly rose sharply. The scorching heat made the air around it shake slightly.

Nie Zhaonan pointed his ten fingers like wheels at the spiritual flame and red crystal in front of him in succession.

One after another, the spells either enhanced the power of the silver flame or suppressed the riot of the Binghuo Divine Thunder within the crystal. They had different effects and were all immersed in it.

Under the urging of Nie Zhaonan's magic power, the silver flame that was constantly burning the red crystal suddenly increased several times in size. The flame also emitted a dazzling halo, and its momentum was extremely astonishing.

The large red crystal head was spinning silently in the center of the silver flame. Even with the refinement of the fairy flame, after such a short while, the crystal showed no signs of melting.

When Nie Zhaonan saw this scene, he did not show much surprise.

This red crystal is the essence formed by the high temperature of underground magma. It has long been a rare and precious material in the world. It has extremely strong resistance to the refining of flames. Naturally, it cannot be refined in a short time.

At this time, Nie Zhaonan slowly closed his eyes, but the magic formula in his hand did not stop at all, instead it became faster and faster.

Finally, the red crystals wrapped in the silver flame began to flash different red lights in the high temperature formed by Nie Zhaonan's continuous injection of magic power into the silver flame, as if they were trying their best to resist being refined by the silver flame.

I don't know if it's because this red crystal is special, or because of the Binghuo Divine Thunder contained in it, which has been nurtured deep in the lava for countless years and has become too powerful, but the refining of it actually took three months.

At this time, in this secret room, a liquid mass with a big red head was suspended in the air. The liquid mass was extremely thick and condensed into a sphere by itself. In the center of the liquid mass, a red electric arc was jumping slightly.

Seeing this, Nie Zhaonan nodded slightly, with satisfaction in his eyes:

"The original red crystal was really pure. After refining it, no impurities were removed. Its original volume was completely preserved. This way, we don't have to worry about not having enough materials to refine the flying sword."

Just like the previous two sets of natal flying swords, to refine the Bing Fire Divine Thunder Sword, one also needs to refine seventy-three swords, so that one can set up the Bing Fire Divine Thunder Sword Formation.

The seventy-two swords are secondary swords, three inches long and extremely small.

The main sword, which is the core of the Binghuo Shenlei Sword Formation, is three feet long like an ordinary sword.

Without any hesitation, Nie Zhaonan snapped his fingers and a spell flew out, sinking into the liquid mass as big as a head.

Amid the dull sound of "哗哗哗", the liquid mass as big as a head began to flow and gradually split into many evenly distributed small liquid masses. Upon careful counting, there were a total of seventy-three masses.

At the very center, a liquid mass that is ten times larger than the others is slowly rotating as if it is the core.

Next, Nie Zhaonan needed to condense these liquid masses into sword shapes one by one, and engrave the mysterious runes and words into them using his spiritual consciousness like a knife.

Beside Linghu Lake, in the small pavilion, Xin Ruyin and Bingfeng were drinking tea and chatting as usual, but Bingfeng looked a little anxious at this moment.

"Sister, don't worry. It's just a matter of refining another set of flying swords. With your husband's current strength, it won't take long." Xin Ruyin put down the teacup and comforted softly.

“But it seems that the flying sword refined by Brother Nie this time is extraordinary. He has been in seclusion for a whole year and has not come out yet, and that is with the help of the Immortal Flame. Now there is less than half a year left before the time that Old Monster Che and I agreed to attack Beiye Xiaoji Palace, not to mention that it will take some time for me to gather my subordinates.” Bing Feng looked behind Xin Ruyin, and vaguely glanced at the secret room where Nie Zhaonan was in seclusion refining the weapon. There was some impatience in her cold eyes.

If this opportunity is missed and something unexpected happens in the plan involving the space node, Bing Feng will be speechless.

"If I hadn't taken action, it's not that Old Demon Che really had no way to break into the Xu Ling Palace. He could have easily done it as long as he used his real body. When the people of Beiye Xiaoji Palace are defeated, they won't have the intention of leaving Old Demon Che with nothing, and will they really self-destruct and destroy the space node?" Bing Feng was extremely nervous at this moment, and couldn't help but think of a guess that Nie Zhaonan had once made.

But no matter how anxious she was, she could not go anywhere without Nie Zhaonan to send her out of the cave, let alone communicate with Che Laoyao.

"Don't worry, my husband takes the matter of space nodes very seriously and will never forget about it. However, refining his life magic weapon is also extremely important, so it's not good to disturb him. Otherwise, I can send a message to ask my husband how far he has gone in refining." Xin Ruyin picked up the teapot and poured Bing Feng a cup of tea.

"I hope so." Although Bing Feng knew that what Xin Ruyin said made sense, Nie Zhaonan's specific situation at the moment was still unknown, so she could only reply helplessly.

At the same time, her anxious mood calmed down a little, and she picked up the teacup and took a sip.

It was useless to be anxious. Now she could only wait quietly for Nie Zhaonan to come out.

Soon she drank a cup of spiritual tea, and Xin Ruyin continued to drink without a word. One cup, two cups, three cups.
At the same time, Nie Zhaonan, who was in the secret room, naturally had no idea of ​​Bing Feng's anxiety. At this moment, he was looking excitedly at the seventy-three Binghuo Divine Thunder Swords floating in front of him, which he had just refined.

Not only are these flying swords crystal clear all over, but they also emit a hint of red light on the surface. When people look at them, they actually feel a strange sensation as if their eyes are getting hot, and it is impossible to stare at them for too long.

Nie Zhaonan looked at these flying swords, unable to conceal the satisfied expression on his face.

These flying swords do not seem to be very spiritual, but this is only because they have just been refined and Nie Zhaonan did not use his own magic power or true essence to nourish them.

No one knew better than him what kind of terrifying power it truly contained. It was far more powerful than the Yi Mu Divine Thunder Sword and Geng Jin Divine Thunder Sword he had previously refined. At least his efforts were not wasted.

However, after such a long period of continuous refining, his mind and spirit were greatly exhausted, and he had to have a good rest for a while.

Nie Zhaonan thought so in his heart and raised his hand to attack the flying sword in the air.

Suddenly, these crystal flying swords flashed and turned into red lights, flying into Nie Zhaonan's sleeves one after another and were taken into his body.

With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he looked inward at his dantian, and seventy-three Binghuo Shenlei swords appeared here with a flash of red light.

However, at this time the size of these flying swords had shrunk countless times. Like the Taiyi Divine Thunder Sword and the Gengjin Divine Thunder Sword, they were like embroidery needles, circling and dancing around the Nascent Soul in the center.

The Nascent Soul had the same appearance as Nie Zhaonan, but looked a little more immature.

The Nascent Soul was only three inches tall and dressed in exquisite black clothes. It was about the same size as the Nascent Soul of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, but its body was incomparably condensed, as if there was infinite pure magic power contained in its body.

At this time, Yuanying's face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and a pair of small green wings behind him were gently flapping. Green, gold and red flying swords were circling around him, looking extremely strange.

Further away, there was an ancient small tripod with various mysterious patterns of flowers, birds, fish and insects engraved on its surface. There was also a halberd flashing with lightning and an unusually emerald green wooden ruler. The three treasures were located in three directions and were also slowly rotating around the Nascent Soul in the center.

Nie Zhaonan nodded in satisfaction, chuckled, and disappeared in the secret room.

Suddenly, feeling something strange, Bingfeng and Xin Ruyin looked at each other and saw the big hands on each other's shoulders.

"Brother Nie, you're out!" Bing Feng looked back at Nie Zhaonan and said in surprise.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Seeing the remaining anxiety on Bingfeng's face, Nie Zhaonan felt a little apologetic.

"My husband, it is indeed Sister Bingfeng who is waiting anxiously. Look, Sister Bingfeng has finished the whole pot of spiritual tea. If my husband doesn't come, I will have to make another pot." Xin Ruyin glanced at the empty teapot on the table and chuckled.

"I thought you had forgotten about the space node of Beiye Xiaoji Palace." Bing Feng touched her lower abdomen subconsciously, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"The time it took to refine my natal flying sword this time was indeed a little beyond my expectation. However, the space node is related to whether we can successfully enter the spiritual world, so I naturally cannot forget it. It should not be too late now." Nie Zhaonan put his arms around the shoulders of the two girls, caressing them gently with his palms. Even with the blocking of clothes, he could feel the smoothness of the two girls' skin.

"Although it's not too late, there is indeed not much time left." Bing Feng thought for a moment and said:
"We are now in the Fire Hell, and it will take almost three months to return to the Ice Sea. In the remaining two months, we not only need to arrange for our subordinates, but also discuss the specific offensive arrangements with the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. Time is already very tight."

Hearing this, Nie Zhaonan shook his head slightly, "It's still early. I have been in seclusion for such a long time refining weapons. Both my body and mind are very tired. I need to have a good rest."

As he spoke, Nie Zhaonan's eyes were on the curvy breasts, waists and buttocks of Xin Ruyin and Bingfeng. He looked at them unabashedly, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

What's the point of resting alone? It's best to have a beautiful woman by your side.

"Sister Bingfeng." Xin Ruyin naturally had no intention of refusing. She turned her head slightly and looked at Bingfeng.

"Okay." Bing Feng uttered the word reluctantly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Huh?" Nie Zhaonan had just said it casually, but he didn't expect Bingfeng to agree so easily and agree to serve him together with Ruyin.

As if she had heard Nie Zhaonan's surprise, Xin Ruyin explained with a smile:

"After a year of getting along, the relationship between Sister Bingfeng and I is much deeper than my husband thought."

"So that's how it is." Nie Zhaonan understood and said with a smile.

As he spoke, he gestured to the two girls to stand up and sit on the table.

Rest is important, but what is more important is to rush to Beiye Xiaoji Palace, so Nie Zhaonan did not waste time changing locations, and just turned over and pressed on in this small pavilion.

The teapot and teacups on the table were scattered all over the floor, making the sound of broken porcelain.

Jingle bells
Beiming Island is just a peninsula next to the inland of Dajin. It is surrounded by the sea on three sides and leads directly to the inland on one side. It is only one state away from Shuang County.

It is not very big, Beiming Island is only a million miles wide.

The huge ice city built in the northernmost part of the island is the Beiye Xiaoji Palace, which is known as the number one sect in the north.

To be honest, in terms of sect power, Beiye Xiaoji Palace is not inferior to the top ten sects of the righteous and evil sects of the Dajin Dynasty.

However, because Beiming Island was remote in the past, most sects in the Dajin immortal cultivation world did not recognize that this palace still belonged to Dajin. Instead, they considered it a wild place and regarded it as a sect of overseas cultivators. Therefore, it was excluded from the ranking of Dajin sects.

However, in the sparsely populated states and counties in the northern part of Dajin, the reputation of Beiye Xiaoji Palace is far greater than that of most of the ten major sects of Dajin, both righteous and evil.

It is worth mentioning that because of the death of Hu Lao Mo, although the Tianmo Sect still exists in Dajin, it is actually in name only and only an empty shell remains.

On this day, outside an ice city built on the mountain, a silver rainbow shot out, and then the spiritual light faded, revealing a young man with an elegant look.

(End of this chapter)