Celestial being

"Originally, the Master of the Third Cave helped carve the talisman to imbue the spirit. I planned to choose a basic ice rune, plus a wind rune. The combination of the two should have a good defense-breaking ability. But right now, I can only do it myself. If you want to carve a talisman, I don't know if it can be done." Yuan Ming looked at the herring sword and said slowly.

"I've seen you draw talismans. You have a little bit of talent in this art." Xiying said slowly.

"This may have something to do with the fact that I have been practicing painting since I was a child. I had practiced carving talismans on some embryonic iron before, but my mentality at that time was completely different from now. I only asked others to help me look at it afterwards, and it was not really enlightened. So there is no way to verify whether it is really successful." Yuan Ming hesitated.

Xiying nodded and confirmed this.

"Everything cannot be foolproof. Cultivation is a matter of chance. Today is your chance. Just give it a try. This is not a good material anyway. You can just find a new one after you use it up." Xiying said disapprovingly.

Yes, rather than miss it, it is better to give it a try and there is still a chance. If you hesitate, you will lose everything.

Moreover, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. This failure was a failure, and there was no room for him to continue to hesitate.

Yuan Ming found a stone and sat down. He turned his wrist and a strange carving knife about three inches long appeared in his palm. There was no sharp edge at the tip of the knife, but a very small dark red polygonal crystal embedded in it. stone.

"My disciple is very well prepared, even the spirit carving knife is ready." Professor Xiying stood up.

Yuan Ming retorted Wuxia. He had already begun to adjust his breathing, calm his mind, and no longer responded to Xiying.

He held the hilt of the herring sword in one hand, placed the long sword across his knees, and held the carving knife in one hand. However, he did not rush to write, but slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the appearance of the ice runes and wind runes had begun to be sketched in his mind.

After a long time, Yuan Ming opened his eyes, and there was no longer any hesitation in his eyes.

The carving knife in his hand was close to the sword and pressed against the blade. A ray of mana flowed into it. The dark red crystal stone embedded in the tip of the carving knife immediately lit up and became hot.

Huo Greedy'er was also attracted by the bright light and leaned towards Yuan Ming, but was driven away by the silver cat with its claws.

Yuan Ming's engraved knife began to slide on the sword without making any harsh sound. There were no indented scratches on the sword, but an obvious mark began to appear on it.

Following Yuan Ming's movements, the carving knife moved around, and an ice rune inscription that looked like a snowflake was completed.

Yuan Ming's eyes were focused, and his mind was all on the sword. His movements did not stop, and he connected it downwards with a gentle curve, and once again engraved a wind rune that looked like a vortex.

The moment the runes were completed, Yuan Ming immediately raised the carving knife, and there was no more notch on the sword.

The silver cat has been lying on the casting furnace, seemingly unconcerned, but in fact his eyes have never left Yuan Ming's hand.

Seeing that he had finished engraving at this moment, he was about to raise his head before turning his head to one side and looking elsewhere.

During the whole process of carving the talisman, Yuan Ming was so nervous that he almost stopped breathing. It wasn't until he raised his head that he exhaled a long breath, then stood up and came to Silver Cat.

"Xiying, help me take a look, how about it?" He couldn't wait to ask.

He believed that Silver Cat's vision was definitely higher than his.

However, Xiying didn't even look at it. He just heard a voice in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it."

"Then give it a try." Yuan Ming smiled after hearing this.

With that said, he sent the herring sword into the furnace of the casting furnace.

"Why are you in a hurry? You have to light a fire to activate the spirit-gathering array and refine the spirit stones, and then you can send the sword in to imbue the spirit." While speaking, Silver Cat had already stood up.

Yuan Ming withdrew his sword with some embarrassment and began to rummage through the storage bag for materials to ignite the fire.

"No need to look for it, it's time for it to help." The silver cat Xiying looked at Huo Gan'er on the ground.

Hearing the sound, the latter stopped licking his fur and looked at Yuan Ming in confusion.

"Its natural flame is much better than ordinary charcoal fire. Moreover, it is not smelting. It just lights the fire to activate the magic circle. It is enough." Xiying explained.

After hearing this, Yuan Ming picked up Huo Guan'er and pointed it at the casting furnace.

"Huo Greedy'er, do me a favor and give you something delicious." Yuan Ming smiled, took out a pill and fed it to Huo Greedy'er.

Huo Gan'er took the pill, looked at the direction of Yuan Ming's finger, and quickly understood.

Its eyes were shining brightly, its cheeks were bulging, and it suddenly opened its mouth to spit out a ball of blazing flames, which landed accurately on the flame rune in the center of the fire pit.

The next moment, the flame runes lit up, and streaks of red light spread along the runes of the magic circle, lighting up the five surrounding spirit gathering runes one by one.

The entire talisman array then lit up and bloomed like a five-petal fire lotus.

A high temperature suddenly rose in the furnace, and because the door was not closed, a wave of scorching air suddenly spurted out.

Yuan Ming stared nervously at the changes in the fire pit, and soon saw that the red spiritual stones began to have fine lines like spider webs, spreading upward from the bottom.

Along with a crisp sound of "click", all the spirit stones were shattered.

Streams of spiritual power overflowed from it and turned into trickles, gathering towards the top of the magic circle, forming a red spiritual mist, which was restrained by the magic circle and did not collapse.

"That's enough." Xiying reminded him at the right time.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming immediately sent the long sword into the furnace.

The herring sword entered the fire pond and was immediately lifted up and suspended in mid-air by an invisible force.

The red spiritual mist surrounded the sword body, but did not pour into the sword body.

"Close the furnace and seal the door, and then start to transfer your mana into the casting furnace. Use your mana as a guide to drive the spiritual power into the sword." Xiying reminded again.

Yuan Ming did not hesitate, immediately closed the door and pressed it on the casting furnace.

The scorching heat spread through the stove, making Yuan Ming almost retract his palm.

But he knew in his heart that this was the critical moment for spiritual infusion, and he must not give in at all, otherwise he would definitely fail.

He immediately started the Nine Yuan Jue, mobilized the mana in his Dantian, followed the meridians of his arm, and poured it into the casting furnace.

Immediately afterwards, just like the scene when he saw the three-hole master refiner the day before yesterday, cyan light lit up under his palm, and traces of light flowed along the lines of runes on the casting furnace, lighting up the entire casting furnace.

Yuan Ming could clearly feel that his magic power was flowing into the bottom of the furnace along the runes on the furnace body, and was combined with the spirit gathering array.

At the same time, the burning sensation in his hands subsided.

Then, he saw a ray of green light rising from the center of the spirit-gathering array, like a towering tree growing out of the sea of ​​fire, all the way to the herring sword.

The herring sword that had been suspended suddenly started to tremble violently at this moment.

The spiritual energy that was floating around on its own was like an ownerless thing that had found its owner. Following the guidance of Yuan Ming's magic power, it was injected into the herring sword.

The green light on the herring sword flourished, and the white marks on the sword also lit up like stars.

The ice runes engraved on it first lit up a little, and spiritual power began to enter it, filling and lighting up the lines of the runes bit by bit.

When the entire rune is completely lit, the spiritual filling is completely completed.

Just when Yuan Ming felt that his mana was rapidly draining, he suddenly discovered that the runes that were already on the ground connected to the casting furnace were flickering with light at this moment.

He immediately used his other hand to cast a stream of magic power on the rune.

As his mana fell, the runes on the ground immediately lit up, and an earth-yellow magic circle immediately lit up. A not very strong but steady stream of spiritual power rose from the ground and merged into it. In the casting furnace.

Yuan Ming suddenly felt the pressure lighten, and his mana was not draining so fast.

"I underestimated this one called Black Wood. The layout is really good, and he even has the support of a ground magic circle." Xiying couldn't help but sigh when he saw this.

Yuan Ming was fully focused at the moment and did not dare to be distracted at all.

But the process of imbuing the spirit was very slow. After a long time, the lines of the ice runes were only half lit up.

Yuan Ming noticed that his mana was draining too fast, and for fear of insufficient follow-up, he immediately took out a spiritual stone and held it in his hand, recovering with all his strength while insisting on output.

Time passed bit by bit, and the spiritual energy in the spirit gathering array was also consumed rapidly.

Silver Cat Xiying looked at the changes in the furnace body, his eyes flashed slightly, as if he noticed something was wrong.

"Yuan Ming, what runes are you carving?" Xiying asked.

"Ice runes and wind runes." Yuan Ming said again.

There was deep suspicion in the silver cat's strange-colored eyes, and he stepped forward and waved his cat's paw.

The sealing door on the casting furnace was immediately opened, and the scorching wave of air swept out again, but it turned a blind eye.

When it saw the ice runes on the herring sword that were about to be filled with spirit, the emotion in its eyes changed slightly. It no longer communicated with Yuan Ming's thoughts, but directly spoke:

"This is not an ice rune at all, but a rarer extreme cold rune!"

Yuan Ming was stunned when he heard this, and didn't even notice Yinmao speaking.

The description of the runes he saw in Master Blackwood's notes were ice runes. They just said that their power was stronger than the ordinary five-element runes, without much explanation.

"That's it." Yuan Ming said.

Hearing this, Xiying did not answer his words, but just said: "If there are any more spirit stones, throw five more in."

Yuan Ming heard its eager tone and did not dare to delay. He quickly took out five spiritual stones and threw them into the casting furnace.

The silver cat's eyes lit up, and an invisible force captured the five spirit stones, leading them to accurately land on the five spirit gathering talismans.

The spiritual stone settled and was immediately affected by the magic circle, turning into a spiritual mist that rose up and wrapped around the Qingyu Sword.