Xianhong Road

Chapter 560 Refining Lingbao
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Yang Fan turned back to Iron Volcano and found that the place was in a mess.

After the battle just now, Iron Huaneng also had some casualties, most of them were low-level monks who died in the aftermath of the battle.

Seeing that Yang Fan came back safely, Feng Xi and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, several people gathered in a conference hall in Iron Volcano.

"I didn't expect that the Xishan barbarians, who were far away on the battlefield of Zhao Kingdom, would send a celestial master to interfere with Yuyang Kingdom's affairs."

The blue-robed Taoist priest from Sanqingmen said in shock.

"Fortunately, the psychic magic weapon we refined was not taken away. Rumors are worse than meeting each other. Fellow Daoist Yang's strength is really extraordinary, and he was able to kill the barbarian celestial master and escape."

Feng Xi said in admiration, in terms of luxury and grace, she was somewhat pleased.

The other two high-level Nascent Souls nodded their heads again and again, showing their true recognition of Yang Fan's strength.

"One celestial master? I'm afraid there are far more than one." Yang Fan's eyes flickered.

"What do you mean? Could it be that there are other strong men of the same level who sneaked into Yuyang?"

The blood-robed old man said in disbelief.

"The celestial master before was defeated so easily in my hands, and pretended to be seriously injured. It was obvious that he wanted to lead me somewhere. Fortunately, I gave up halfway."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Yang Fan's face.

"Could it be that...the nine barbarian tribes plan to kill Yaoshi Yang?"

Feng Xi reacted quickly and immediately deduced a possibility.

Hearing this, the old man in blood robe and the Taoist priest in blue robe changed their complexions at the same time and gasped.

The possibility of this inference is too great.

Because the only person who can reverse the situation in the entire North Qin and Thirteen Kingdoms is Yang Fan.

They came to invite Yang Fan to leave the customs. With the resourcefulness of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, it is impossible not to try to stop them.

However, the most effective way is to design to kill Yang Fan, an unstable factor.

As long as Yang Fan dies, the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin will surely come to an end.

Thinking of this, Feng Xi and the others felt a moment of fear.

"Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Yang was clever and didn't fall for their tricks." The blue-robed Taoist sighed.

"It may be very difficult to plan to kill me and wait for two or three Nascent Soul cultivators. I suspect that the Black Wind Demon Emperor is entirely responsible for leading and participating in this matter."

Yang Fan recovered from his contemplation, his eyes were clear, as if he saw everything clearly.

"The Black Wind Demon Emperor is really terrifying. Not only does he control the overall situation of Zhao's battlefield, he even has the ability to interfere in Yuyang, which is hundreds of thousands of miles away."

Feng Xi and the other three were deeply afraid of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

It was this nightmarish existence that brought great disaster to the entire Northern Qin and Thirteen Kingdoms, and even faced an unprecedented crisis.

"Yang Daoyou, why don't you go to the battlefield of Zhao State with us earlier, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

The Taoist priest in blue suggested.

"Wait until Yang refines the 'Demon Brilliant Sword'."

Yang Fan spread out his palm, and with a light grip, he saw a magic weapon that looked like a sword or a spear appeared in his hand.

The tip of the sword is like a spear, and sharp teeth like waves are outlined at the front end. The handle of the sword is made of pale gold dragon horns for holding hands.

buzzing~~
While trembling and struggling, the newly cast magic weapon released a frightening aura, and the complexions of the big Nascent Souls in the room all changed, with inexplicable fear.

They were deeply afraid of this sword, and they looked on guard, fearing that they would lose control and be accidentally injured.

"Hehe, you don't have to be afraid, it is basically under my control now."

Yang Fan smiled.

Then he asked Feng Xi: "Is this thing a real 'psychic weapon'?"

Feng Xi inspected it for a long time before saying: "I haven't undergone a real 'infusion', but I have a certain degree of independent instinct, which should be listed as a semi-lingual treasure."

"Half Lingbao?" Yang Fan was slightly puzzled.

"Semi-spiritual treasures generally refer to magic weapons with insufficient spirituality or quality. They are not as powerful as psychic magic weapons, but they are much stronger than ordinary ancient treasures."

Feng Xi explained: "The real psychic magic weapon is difficult for the strong Nascent Soul to control, and the magic power does not support long-term control. This thing is now listed as a semi-spiritual treasure. For Yang Daoyou, it is a good thing."

"How can you make it a real psychic weapon?"

Yang Fan asked curiously.

He can't control real psychic weapons now, but he may not be able to in the future.

"There are two methods. The first method is to use this thing for a long time. After a long time, let it generate intelligence and form a tool spirit. However, this process takes a long time."

"The second method is to re-infuse it with spirit."

Feng Xi obviously studied this question very well, and replied almost without thinking.

"Then how to re-infuse it?"

"Look for the soul bodies of some powerful creatures in the world, erase their consciousness, refine them into pure spirit bodies through secret techniques, and inject them into magic weapons."

"Thank you, Elder Feng, for your answer. After Mr. Yang refines this thing, I will follow you to the Zhao Kingdom battlefield."

Yang Fan finally thanked him, and then searched for a secluded place in Iron Volcano, and began to refine the half-spiritual treasure-level Mohuang Sword.

In fact, the refining process was carried out in Xianhong's space.

The Mohuang Sword hovered in the air, and Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan lived on both sides, working together to refine it.

Under the combination of the two, the refining progress is also relatively satisfactory.

Half a month later, Yang Fan felt that he had formed a certain spiritual connection with this semi-spiritual treasure, and he could manipulate it with his thoughts.

However, at present, it still feels a bit restrained when operating, and it has not been completely refined.

In order to completely refine this thing, Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan worked hard day and night.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed, and with the concerted efforts of Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan, the Mohuang Sword was finally completely refined.

At this moment, both Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan can use this semi-spiritual treasure.

But in the hands of Shi Qianhan, the Mohuang Sword is more handy to use.

However, this level of magic weapon consumes a lot of mana when used. Even if Yang Fan's recovery power is abnormal, it can't last for too long.

After refining the object, Yang Fan did not leave the level immediately.

On the one hand, Hu Fei has not left the customs, on the other hand, he still has a real psychic magic weapon in his hand.

In the Immortal Space, Yang Fan thought, and a bloody skull book appeared in his hand, exuding a ferocious yet ancient aura.

This object is exactly what Zhu Rong and others called the "Blood Forbidden Purgatory Book".

Judging from Zhu Rong's tone, if you are a non-blood demon cultivator, you need at least a late Nascent Soul cultivation to refine this thing.

Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness is now comparable to that of a monk in the later period, so he can give it a try.

So, he and Shi Qianhan joined forces again to try to refine the skeleton blood book.

As a result, the difficulty of refining this thing is indeed much more difficult than the Mohuang Sword.

Even Yang Fan felt a strong sense of resistance in the blood book.

Every real psychic weapon has a weapon spirit. Once it is successfully refined, even if the master does not fully control it, it can attack independently within a certain range according to the master's instructions.

This kind of "psychic" attribute is by no means something that ordinary magic weapons and ancient treasures can possess.

Another month has passed, and the Blood Taboo Purgatory Book was basically refined by Yang Fan and Shi Qianhan.

But it is very difficult to refine it completely, unless the realm of spiritual consciousness can go to a higher level.

No wonder the psychic magic weapon is like a strong man in the transformation stage, and it is rare to see in the land of Northern Qin for thousands of years.

It seems that only when one's cultivation reaches the stage of transforming into a god can one truly control and operate the psychic magic weapon.

In Xianhong's space, Yang Fan held the skeleton blood book, and couldn't help but want to try the true ability of this thing.

Run the mana with all his strength and inject it into the blood book of the skeleton. Because it is not a monk of the Blood Demon Dao, when the mana is injected into it, Yang Fan feels a resistance.

However, under Mana's continuous attention, the skeleton blood book was finally activated.

An extremely cold and gloomy bloody aura immediately filled the surrounding area for several miles.

The skeleton blood book opened a page, and a torrent like a waterfall of blood gushed out from it, instantly submerging a radius of four or five miles.

Fortunately, this is in the Xianhong space, otherwise it would be shocking.

The wave of blood pervades every inch of space, it can shrink, it can expand, and it can also form a bloody prison that traps people.

In short, Yang Fan fully infiltrated the consciousness in the blood book, and could control the entire wave of blood.

In this process, he must try his best to use every distraction, it is difficult to distract, and it is very strenuous, and his mind is quickly exhausted.

Soon, the mana injected by Yang Fan opened the second page of the blood book.

In an instant, blood clouds rolled over the blood-colored space, and there were countless blood-colored ghosts floating around, baring their teeth and claws.

Yang Fan can still give them orders to attack anyone in the Scarlet Space.

Afterwards, he turned to the third page of the blood book. Below the blood-colored space was a wave of blood, and there appeared a lot of blood-colored skeletons, ranging in strength from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core.

Yang Fan has seen how powerful these bloody skeletons are. They have almost unlimited "resurrection" abilities in the area of ​​blood forbidden purgatory.

Unless they are completely purified or annihilated into nothingness.

Among the many bloody skeletons, there are three extremely special ones.

Among them were two blood-colored skeletons with a height of two feet, holding blood swords, their aura was astonishing, and pale flames flickered in their eyes.

This is exactly the Nascent Soul-level blood-colored skeleton from before. It has a very powerful attack, and Yang Fan knows it well.

What surprised Yang Fan even more was that there was a blood-colored giant skeleton as tall as three feet, with purple flames in its eye sockets, and a black sickle in its hand. The aura on its body was more terrifying than the other two blood-colored skeletons.

This bloody skull with purple eyes glowed even made Yang Fan feel threatened.

This is actually a blood-red skeleton whose strength is comparable to that of Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

Yang Fan suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and wanted to further open the fourth page of the blood book, but found that no matter how mana was injected, there was no response.

"It seems... that the fourth page of the blood book may be difficult to open with my current cultivation."

Yang Fan was a little disappointed, but also looking forward to it.

At this time, the first three pages of the blood book were opened, and Yang Fan felt that his mana and mind were being consumed very quickly.

The most important thing is that when casting this thing, it is difficult to distract yourself from estimating other things.

This is the shackles of using psychic magic weapon and cultivation base.

Even if you were a real Nascent Soul monk, you wouldn't be able to do better than Yang Fan.

call!
Yang Fan took back the skeleton blood book, exhaled lightly, and then returned to the real space.

Expanding his consciousness, Yang Fan discovered that there was a familiar aura on the iron volcano.

The power on that person seemed uncontrollable, violent like a volcano, making everyone on the iron volcano tremble with fear.

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