dmims Chapter 188
Chapter 188
The moment Ye Lang's refining technique was made public, the world was amazed.
"It's so powerful, I just blinked, Grandmaster Ye has already completed thousands of patterns, his soul power is so strong."
"Grandmaster Ye is too powerful!"
"No wonder Grandmaster Jianwu will choose him as his successor, his Divine Soul talent must be at full level."
"Originally, I thought that Grandmaster Ye would compete with Grandmaster Zhao, and I was a little out of my strength, but now I found that Grandmaster Ye is also very powerful."
Before the competition began, everyone was almost not optimistic about Ye Lang.
As he first revealed his talent for refining, they gradually changed.
Fu Li looked at Ye Lang's refining technique, his eyes burning.
Instrumentation!
It must be because of the instrument code that Ye Lang has such strong strength.
Instrument Codex, he must get the Instrument Codex.
Fu Li's gaze couldn't help but fall on Zhao Guanlou.
Zhao Guanlou's technique of engraving the instrument pattern is not as gorgeous and flamboyant as Ye Lang, but every tool pattern is very stable, and he has not kept his hand, and has been trying his best.
As long as Zhao Guanlou does not produce a moth, winning Ye Lang will not be a problem.
Ye Lang, that fool, so consumed the power of the divine soul, he must not be able to hold on to it later.
Fu Li temporarily let go of his heart.
At this time, Ye Lang was completely immersed in the refining vessel, forgetting his surroundings and Zhao Guanlou.
His eyes were only his Chaos Sword, and after the Chaos Stone was mixed with the Five Elements Stone and the Thunder Stone, it was refined and fused by Ye Lang with divine fire, and gradually became a sword embryo under the control of spiritual power.
After the sword embryo was formed, Ye Lang sacrificed it with blood and carved tens of thousands of patterns.
As the sword body was covered with the sword pattern, Ye Lang began to burn with divine fire again.
Unlike the traditional refining method, the refining method he used did not need to be tempered, but only calcined with divine fire.
Although the Nine Ghost Devouring Soul Fire is not an excellent flame for refining, it is superior to a high level and can melt Chaos Stone.
Ye Lang repeatedly calcined the sword embryo with the Nine Ghost God Fire, repeatedly engraved the pattern, and waited until the sword embryo was completely formed.
He added other refining materials, and along with the same extremely precious refining materials, he merged them into the Chaos Sword.
The audience went from initial shock to complete numbness in the end.
"Phoenix wood, spring water, 10,000 years of cold iron, pentite essence... Each of them was an existence that could refine magic weapons alone, and Ye Lang actually put them all in one sword. "
Grandmaster Ye's Chaos Sword, I don't know what level it will be in the end?"
"Grandmaster Zhao is refining a third-grade Dao weapon, and if Grandmaster Ye wants to defeat Grandmaster Zhao, his Chaos Sword must be at least fourth-grade."
"Fourth-grade Dao Weapon, can Grandmaster Ye hold it? The young lord of the demon race and the lord of the Demon Dao Sect all went, and they felt ill-intentioned. "
Don't worry, it's useless for them to snatch the Chaos Sword, the Chaos Sword has been recognized by Grandmaster Ye in advance, and it can only be used by Grandmaster Ye."
No need to read the comments, Ye Lang also knows how many malicious people are surrounded outside.
So in order for them to not be able to grab the Chaos Sword, Ye Lang has been throwing his heart into the Chaos Sword.
The system looked at his posture and was a little distressed: "I said you are leisurely, although spiritual power points can help you generate heart blood, but it takes at least 100 million spiritual power points to drop heart blood, you waste it like this, do you want to upgrade?"
Ye Lang took the time to reply: "Upgrading is a small matter, and the Origin Sword is a big thing."
"But, after the upgrade..."
"Don't talk, I'm refining."
Ye Lang interrupted the system and continued to carve the sword pattern.
As his connection with the Chaos Sword deepened, his perception of the Chaos Sword became deeper, and he could better understand what the Chaos Sword lacked, and what the Chaos Sword lacked, he would add what kind of artifact patterns he added.
At this time, the Chaos Sword had already weighed a thousand catties, and Ye Lang's spiritual power in his body had consumed more than half, and it was already a little difficult to hold that heavy sword.
And he was still adding refining materials to the Chaos Sword.
Fu Li looked at Ye Lang's miserable white face, sneered in his heart, and did not measure himself.
On the other hand, looking at Zhao Guanlou, he had already completed the final process, just waiting to trigger the thunder and split the sword.
Seeing this, Fu Li shouted loudly, "Senior brother, I'll help your sword through the Thunder Tribulation."
"No need."
Zhao Guanlou replied.
Fu Li brushed the corner of his lips, if he didn't need it, he didn't need it, anyway, he wasn't sincere.
He looked at Ye Lang again, at this time, Ye Lang was still adding materials to the sword, although his face was white, but the whole person's expression was extremely focused, as if he was not affected by Zhao Guanlou's thunder calamity at all.
Fu Li waited for Zhao Guanlou's thunder tribulation to end, and immediately sneered at Ye Lang: "Ye Lang, my senior brother is refining a three-grade Dao weapon, I advise you to admit defeat now, lest you... Hmm..." As
he spoke, Fu Li found himself speechless.
At this time, a voice came from his ears: "Junior brother, don't be a villain." "
Good you Zhao Guanlou, idiot!
Fu Li was so angry that he actually used a forbidden spell on him.
Who is he for, and he is not yet for him to win?
Although Ye Lang's current state is not good, as long as his Chaos Sword is successfully refined, the level must not be low.
What he had to do now was to make Ye Lang's refining successful.
If you can't interfere with words, then he will put a video.
Fu Li sneered twice, took out his mobile phone, and played a song on the side....
[Good day? Did I hear you right? [
Although I know that the occasion is not right now, I still want to say that I am really happy to hear the song of Good Days in the Immortal Cultivation World. 】【
Fu Li real damage! 】
[Poisonous Grandmaster, how can you do something vicious and stupid? [
Other families deal with competitors to kill and kill, and Fu Li to deal with opponents is to put a good life. [
It's infuriating and funny.] [
Why is he so stupid?] 】
......
Fu Li didn't know, he thought that his vicious tricks were childish in the eyes of the earthlings.
Originally, everyone's hostility towards him was very deep, but now it has eased a lot.
However, they were still very worried that Ye Lang would be affected.
Unfortunately, they didn't know that no matter what they did or what kind of noise they made, it didn't matter to Ye Lang.
The system had already isolated all sounds for him, even if the thunder was so loud, Ye Lang did not react.
Ye Lang's headache now is the loss of spiritual power and the loss of divine soul.
"System, how many spiritual power points do I still have?"
"What do you want to do?"
"How many more, tell me."
"A little more than 300 million."
"100 million spiritual power points, fill up my divine soul and spiritual power."
"You want to be beautiful."
The system jumped to his feet in anger, and in the next second, Ye Lang was revived with blood.
This is also the first time he has cheated on the system.
Originally, he had known this function of the system for a long time, but because of his own reasons, he had never used it, and now he used it, and it felt good.
Ye Lang, who had returned to his heyday, still had that miserable and weak face.
This is also the disguise that the system helped him.
Whenever Fu Li felt that Ye Lang was about to be unable to hold on, Ye Lang seemed to be able to hold on for a while.
His mobile phone had already been snatched away by Zhao Guanlou, and he couldn't speak, couldn't play music to disturb Ye Lang, and Fu Li was a little anxious.
But seeing Ye Lang's pale face and vain breath, he seemed to see a little hope again.