Chapter 316 Blood Quenching Was Born

Five spirit patterns, perfect spirit weapon!

In front of Su Zimo, a dazzling halo burst out, like a splendid morning light, filling the entire square.

The halo paused for a while, then quickly converged and gathered into the blade!

No one spoke, and in the square, in the spectator seats, there was no sound.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the huge spirit saber suspended in mid-air, with their mouths open and their expressions shocked.

Although this spirit saber looks so cumbersome and has a hilt, it is unreasonable everywhere, but after all, it is a perfect spirit instrument!

Even if it is Jindan Zhenren who has lived for hundreds of years, he may not be able to see a perfect spiritual tool in his life.

Now, how lucky are they to witness this scene with their own eyes?

Yunshan's eyes were filled with a trace of fiery heat.

Nanyuezong is known for his strong body training and melee combat power. In the hands of others, the power of this spirit saber is limited, but when it falls into his hands, it is definitely a terrifying weapon!

This perfect-level spirit knife has a fatal attraction to him!

The eyes of the real firemen were shocked at first, and then there was a little confusion.

Sima Zhi, Elder Zhang and other artifact refiners who have been immersed in the art of refining for hundreds of years, are also somewhat incomprehensible at this time.

It stands to reason that Su Zimo's statement that he removed the Refining Cauldron was completely nonsense.

But the fact is right in front of them, so the two have to rethink.

Perhaps, removing the Refining Cauldron can really condense Qi Luck, thereby increasing the success rate of Spirit Gathering?

After all, this method has never been tried before. Maybe this is really an undiscovered secret in the refining world?

But the two of them thought about it, if it was really that simple, would Su Zimo tell the secret so frankly without hiding it?

No matter what the two of them thought, they couldn't figure it out.

But the fact is, after removing the refining cauldron, Su Zimo condensed five spiritual patterns!

Looking at the spirit saber hanging in the air, Su Zimo was relieved, heaved a sigh of relief, and showed a bright smile.

This sacrifice has consumed a lot of his spiritual power, mind and energy, and now he is exhausted, almost collapsed, and his whole body has been wet with sweat.

There is the last step, this spiritual knife will be completely refined.

Su Zimo waved his sleeve robe, and the spirit sword that had just condensed five paths moved laterally and fell into the cold water that had been prepared.

The sixth step is quenching.

Normally, when a red-burned spirit knife falls into cold water, it will quickly cool down, billowing blue smoke and making a harsh sound.

During the alternation of hot and cold, the internal structure of the spirit knife will change, and it will become more rigid, and the spirit pattern will also be completely integrated into the knife body, regardless of each other.

But now, when the spirit saber refined by Su Zimo fell into the cold water, there was no sound of 'stab', and no green smoke came up!

How could this be?

Su Zimo's expression changed slightly, and he frowned.

It was at this point that a change occurred in the cold water.

The surface of the water exuded warm white air, and blisters began to form.

It's boiling!

This basin of water did not quench the flame on the spirit knife, but was scorched hot and boiled by the scorching heat radiated from the blade!

Gudu Gudu!

The surface of the water was boiling, and many Jindan real people stood up one after another in the spectator seats to watch.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

At this moment, Sima Zhi laughed, his eyes full of mockery, and said loudly: "Su Zimo, Su Zimo, your perfect spiritual tool is going to be scrapped, it doesn't belong to you after all!"

Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were faint, staring at the boiling water, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's going on?" someone asked quietly.

Sima Zhi said proudly: "If you want to refine a perfect spiritual tool, you can't go wrong in six steps. If you want to temper a blade with five spiritual patterns, how can you succeed with this ordinary cold water!"

Su Zimo sighed in his heart.

He knew that Sima Zhi was right, that he did not consider this matter carefully.

Of course, he can't be blamed entirely. In all the ancient artifact refining books on Misty Peak, there is no mention of what needs to be paid attention to in refining the perfect spiritual artifact.

Who would have thought that after countless years, a disciple of the Misty Summit would try to refine a perfect spiritual weapon?

With a playful face, Sima Zhi raised his voice: "If you want to refine a perfect spiritual weapon, you must use the most exquisite and rare spiritual liquid, such as Beihanbing, deep sea magic oil, or Tianluo spring water... …”

"It's a pity, you don't have any of these things, hahahaha!"

Many Jindan real people secretly talked, and each of the three things Sima Zhi said was of great value, not even lower than the price of the best spirits!

Unexpectedly, it was only used for quenching.

Su Zimo pulled out the spirit saber from the boiling water, expressionless, no emotions, no other movements.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew that Su Zimo hadn't prepared these things in advance, so he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Seeing that a perfect spiritual tool is about to be born, I didn't expect it to fall on the last step.

"Ugh!"

Xuan Yi sighed and sighed, showing that he couldn't bear it.

Ji Yaoxue looked at the silent Su Zimo and felt distressed for a while, and quickly turned her head and shouted, "Father, help him..."

Zhou Tianzi said solemnly: "Mingze, you go to the treasure house of the palace, there should be Tianluo spring water there."

"It's too late!"

Sima Zhi pointed at the spirit saber in Su Zimo's hand and sneered, "In five breaths, if there is no quenching thing, this saber will be useless!"

Everyone looked at it intently, and the fiery red sword had a faint trend of its spiritual pattern collapsing. At this time, it was too late to get the Tianluo Spring Water!

"Su Zimo, you are still too young, hehehehe."

Sima Zhi laughed.

He is very happy, because of this failure, the luck on Su Zimo will collapse, and it will be difficult to refine a perfect spiritual weapon in the future!

This failure not only abolished a knife, but also a monstrous refiner!

Ji Yaoxue stood up, ready to go to comfort Su Zimo.

At this moment, Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly clenched the long knife in his hand, laying it across his chest, with the blade pointing downward.

Su Zimo stretched out his palm, the blade of the blade landed in his palm, and swiped across his palm slowly and powerfully!

Since there is no northern ice, deep sea magic oil, and Tianluo spring water, then use my blood to temper this spirit knife!

Sima Zhi showed disdain and sneered: "It's really stupid, your blood can be compared to Tianluo..."

Sima Zhi couldn't go on, stared at him, his face full of disbelief.

How could this be, his bloodline...

puff puff!

Under the blade, blood spurted out, scattered on the fiery red blade.

Stab it!

A harsh sound rang out, and thick smoke billowed from the blade!

The temperature of the blade body dropped sharply, and the spirit pattern that was about to collapse suddenly stabilized and merged with the blade body!

Moreover, these five spiritual patterns are still swallowing Su Zimo's blood faintly!

Although the temperature of the blade has dropped, the color of the blade is gradually deepening, from the fiery red calcined by the spirit fire to the blood-like scarlet!

The sixth step, the quenching is successful.

Loudly!

The body of the blade trembled, and there was a violent roar of the blade, which was filled with a strong bloody aura, which was unsettling.

Su Zimo's palm gently stroked the blade, and murmured, "Since it was tempered by my blood... From now on, you will be called 'blood tempered'."

Like a psychic, the blade quieted down.

Perfect Spirit Tool, Blood Quenching was born!