Chapter 162 Scraping the Ground Three Feet

"Control the input of mana with all your strength and don't be distracted." Xiying reminded again.

Although Yuan Ming was puzzled, he knew that there must be an emergency when he saw the change in his mood.

He immediately calmed his mind and tried his best to transfer the mana into the casting furnace bit by bit.

On the Green Fish Sword, the extreme cold rune was penetrated by spiritual power and mana bit by bit, and finally lit up completely.

But at this moment, something strange happened.

The extreme cold rune that had been completed by the infusion seemed to be out of control. The snow-white light became brighter and brighter. A burst of extreme cold air spread out instantly, and it actually directly suppressed the spirit gathering array, causing the temperature of the casting furnace to drop instantly.

If it weren't for the early replenishment of spirit stones just now, I'm afraid that just at this moment, the entire spirit gathering array would have completely failed.

"It's bad." Yuan Ming cried in his heart.

He had no time to make any other reactions at this moment. He could only run the Nine Yuan Jue with all his strength, continuously transfer mana into the Green Fish Sword, and try his best to maintain the infusion process without interruption.

If it is interrupted now, the Green Fish Sword will not only fail to successfully upgrade to a magical weapon, but it will also lose control and break directly because the runes cannot penetrate, causing the sword's spiritual power to be unbalanced.

At this moment, Yuan Ming felt a warm current rising behind him, and then it became extremely hot.

Before he could look back, he saw a line of fire surging out, passing by him and rushing into the casting furnace.

The blazing flame brought a scorching temperature, which collided with the extremely cold breath released by the runes, and immediately stabilized the temperature of the casting furnace, and the spirit gathering array on the verge of losing control was also preserved.

"Well done."

Seeing that it was Huo Chan'er who was puffing his cheeks and constantly spitting flames into the casting furnace, Yuan Ming was overjoyed.

Originally, he brought it here just to take care of this little guy, but he didn't expect that it would play such an important role at a critical moment.

Yuan Ming didn't dare to be distracted at all, so he could only take advantage of Huo Chan'er's help to speed up the completion of the spirit infusion.

Fortunately, the speed of the Swift Wind Rune's soul infusion was much faster than that of the Extreme Cold Rune. Yuan Ming finally completed his goal before he ran out of mana and before Huo Chan'er became exhausted.

The moment the soul infusion was completed, the two connected runes lit up at the same time, but there was no strange phenomenon. Instead, the extremely cold aura that was originally emitted was completely restrained.

The whole Green Fish Sword seemed to be subdued in an instant, and all its sharpness was restrained.

At this moment, Yuan Ming was already soaked in sweat and collapsed to the ground as if exhausted.

Not far behind him, Huo Chan'er also fell to the ground, tilting his head, sticking out his tongue, and his lower abdomen was expanding and contracting. It was obvious that he was also exhausted and very tired.

Yuan Ming reluctantly got up and took out three or four Fire Crystals and Fire Jade in one breath. After thinking about it, he took out another piece of Fire Jade and put it next to Huo Chan'er's mouth.

The little guy's eyes lit up, but he didn't eat it immediately, but continued to pant to recover his strength.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming felt a little embarrassed. He touched Huo Chan'er's head, then got up and went to the casting furnace to take out the Green Fish Sword.

He stared at the runes on the Green Fish Sword and poured his mind into it. His vision suddenly blurred, and he immediately had an illusion of a white whirlwind sweeping in front of him, which flashed away.

Yuan Ming was overjoyed. He had heard about this phenomenon from Senior Brother Amuhe before.

The runes of the magic tools that have been infused with spirits have the basic properties of communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When people pour their souls into it and their thoughts are focused enough, they can see the corresponding properties appear.

"Try it." Xiying's voice came.

Yuan Ming nodded when he heard it, and suddenly woke up again and said, "You, you can speak?"

Before, his mind was focused on the infusion of spirits, and he always thought that the voice came from his sea of ​​consciousness. Until this time, he found that it was from the mouth of the silver cat.

"I can speak a long time ago, what's so strange?" Xiying rolled her eyes at him.

"Then why didn't you say it before?" Yuan Ming asked in confusion.

"Wouldn't it be troublesome if someone heard my voice? Why are you so stupid? There's no one around here." Xiying replied.

"Nothing, it's just that the sound is a little different from what I heard in my sea of ​​consciousness." Yuan Ming smiled.

"What's the difference?" Xiying asked immediately, obviously very concerned about the answer to this question.

"The voice spoken out is more real, pleasant and good to hear." Yuan Ming thought for a while and said.

Xiying felt very satisfied with Yuan Ming's answer.

"Why do I feel that you have been speaking better recently?" After saying that, he found that Yuan Ming had lowered his head to study the brand new Green Fish Sword, and could only mutter in a voice that he could hear: "It's so ugly, if Guoguo said it, can the meow sound good?"

The newly refined magic weapon naturally did not need to be refined. Yuan Ming grasped it with one hand, and the magic power flowed into the hilt.

On the sword body, the runes lit up, and the Yin jade scattered on the sword body also lit up one after another, like a lonely cold star in the night, reflected on the green river water.

An extremely cold aura spread instantly, and the temperature in the entire cave began to drop rapidly, as if it had stepped into winter.

Yuan Ming casually made a sword flower, raised the sword tip, and slashed at the cliff in front of him.

A white sword energy shot out from the blade rapidly, and in almost the blink of an eye, it slashed on the mountain wall three meters away.

There was a sound of earth and rocks cracking on the mountain wall, and a white crack appeared on the solid stone wall.

Yuan Ming went forward to check, and saw that the crack was three feet long and one foot deep, with a layer of white ice crystals on it, and there was no sign of melting for a long time.

"Although it is impossible to make an accurate judgment based on the condition of the stone wall, the power of your magic sword is probably close to that of a top-grade magic weapon. Even if it is not as good as it, it is only a hair's breadth away." Xiying's voice sounded from behind.

"Top-grade magic weapon? But it only has two runes?" Yuan Ming said in surprise.

"So it is just infinitely close, not that it is." Xiying said.

Yuan Ming glanced at the long sword in his hand, then at the sword marks on the wall, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

When he was infusing his spirit before, his mana was seriously consumed, and he did not exert his full strength when he tested the sword just now, so the power of the Green Fish Sword was not fully exerted.

"The good material of the sword itself is one reason, and the increase brought by the extreme cold rune is also a reason. Of course, it also has its credit." Xiying glanced at Huochan'er next to him and said.

The little guy recovered a little strength and immediately started eating, biting the crisp fire crystal stone, sparks flying everywhere.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming smiled even more, but it was a pity that Huo Chan'er belonged to the Third Cave Master and he had to return it at any time.

He held the sword horizontally in front of him, frowned at the way the starlight was scattered on it.

"After becoming a magic weapon, I always feel that the name of the Green Fish Sword is a bit too ugly. Xiying, can you give the sword a name?" Yuan Ming turned back to look at Xiying and asked.

He actually already had a name in mind, but just wanted to thank the silver cat for its help and let it name it.

"The bright cold stars are moving, and the frost is even more diffuse, so let's call it the Cold Star Sword." Xiying thought for a while and said.

Yuan Ming heard it and said, "What a coincidence, we thought of the same thing, and that's what I meant."

In fact, the name he thought of was "Han Shuang".

But even if Xiying's sword name was not named after a poem, it made him think of the scene of "Lonely Night Cold Star", which was most suitable for his sword.

"You are kidding me." Xiying jumped onto the foundry furnace, looked at Yuan Ming, and said.

"How could it be, you really think of the same thing, Xiying, which country's poetry did you get this from?" Yuan Ming shook his head and said.

Hearing this, Xiying's eyes suddenly closed slightly, and her eyes became dim.

Yuan Ming knew that he had said something wrong to provoke it, and he couldn't comfort it, so he stayed silent with Xiying.

Fortunately, the silver cat soon calmed down, but he didn't pay attention to Yuan Ming anymore.

After putting away the Hanxing Sword, Yuan Ming began to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, and turned on the Nine Yuan Jue to restore his magic power.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

Yuan Ming, who had restored his magic power, stood up refreshed, only to see the silver cat Xiying lying on the foundry furnace, but not Huochan'er, and immediately asked.

"After the little thing was full, it slipped out." Xiying said lazily.

"We have to return to the sect as soon as possible. I have to go out again in a few days." Yuan Ming said.

Xiying looked over when he heard this.

Yuan Ming explained: "It's just a short trip. It should be back in a few days."

He estimated that it would not take much time to participate in a scattered alliance mission.

"What are you going to do?" Xiying asked unexpectedly.

Yuan Ming thought about it and told it everything about the scattered alliance mission.

After listening, Xiying said: "Killing the snake king is fun. This guy is full of treasures. It's a pity that I can't go when I am at the critical moment of cultivation recently."

Yuan Ming was not disappointed when he heard that Xiying was not going.

From his heart, he dared not fully trust those scattered alliances, but if he needed help from others for everything, how could he gain a foothold in the world of cultivation in the future.

After a little rest, Yuan Ming prepared to leave, and his eyes fell on the casting furnace again.

Last time he wanted to take the casting furnace away, but he failed because of the influence of the ground magic circle.

This time, after learning that there was a spirit gathering array on the foundry, Yuan Ming didn't want to give up this treasure even more.

"If you destroy the array on the ground, you can move the foundry." Xiying immediately saw through his thoughts and said.

"People who have been trapped for a long time, when they first enter a treasure mountain, often want to scrape the ground three feet." Xiying glanced at Yuan Ming and mocked him accurately.

Yuan Ming continued to look down at the rune array, turning a deaf ear to Xiying's mockery.

He looked at the rune array on the ground very carefully, and after remembering all the arcs and connections of the lines clearly, he turned his wrist and took out the Cold Star Sword.

The next moment, the cold air on the Cold Star Sword overflowed, the sword edge crossed the ground, and the array fell apart in an instant.

Then, Yuan Ming raised his hand and gently wiped the foundry, and put it into his bag like swallowing a whole fruit.