Han Li’s palms gently slid forward, and the boring and milling marble in the palm of his hand slowly flew into the silver flame under the envelope of a fairy spirit.

The silver flame bounced a few times, wrapped the fist-sized white stone into it and slowly burned it.

However, as time went by, the white stones remained in their original state without any change.

Han Li's face is unchanged, with one hand and one slap in the face, the sound of screaming in the mouth.

I saw the black stone building around the fire pit, suddenly there was a red circle of light shining, a rune of ancient styles emerged, and jumped up and down.

After the rune of the silver flame in the pond, it suddenly rose for a while, and the silver light was covered with a layer of red light. The firepower change was not obvious, but there was a strange fluctuation.

With the appearance of such fluctuations, the boring and milling marble finally changed a little.

After a burst of "Zizi" sound, it finally melted in the silver flame wrap, from which a drop of waxy milky white liquid floated in the flame.

A scent of sandalwood, which is full of scent, suddenly overflows the entire chamber.

When Han Li saw it, the palm of his hand slammed back, and he had completely melted into a liquid-like boring and milling marble, and immediately flew out of the flame under his sacred spirit.

The other hand explored the past, and in the palm of his hand, there was a black stone bottle covered with red and red lines, and the boring and milling stone was inserted into it.

I saw the milky white stone flowing into the mouth of the bottle. The stone bottle immediately lit up a circle of marks, and the whole bottle became like a red iron block, which was very hot.

Han Li was holding a layer of blue light on his hand. After sealing the bottle, he placed it on the stone table.

Then, with the palm of his hand waving again, a piece of enamel gold floated up and fell into the firepit.

This time, he did not incite the law to push the squad on the fire pond. Instead, he turned to the high stone slab in the middle of the cave. He sat down on the knee and let the silver of the fine flamingo The flame smelts this piece of gold by itself.

Under the scorching flame, the petal-like lines on the surface of the enamel gold illuminate the red gold, which contrasts with the silver fire, but there is no way to melt it.

Han Li just glanced at it, then closed his eyes and adjusted his interest, no longer to see.

After seven days and seven nights.

In the fire pool, the silver flame is still burning, and the seemingly indestructible gold has completely turned into a red color. It is like a piece of ice that is melting, with a drop of gold melt droplets falling down.

Below it, there is a black stone bottle that is twice as large as before, and the golden melts are all connected one by one.

After a whole day, the enamel gold was completely melted.

Han Li opened his eyes and went forward to collect the black stone bottle, and then took a piece of enamel gold from the air and put it into the fire pond...

Three months later.

In the cave, Han Li stood beside the fire pit, holding the book of the beast in one hand, and his brow looked at him with a slight gaze, and he stroked back and forth in the void.

On the stone platform beside him, there are thousands of yellow sheets of paper piled up in a mess, each of which is drawn with a strangely twisted pattern.

The more the paper is placed on the bottom of the paper, the thicker and more messy the lines are drawn, and the closer the paper is to the top, the thinner the lines are drawn and the more dexterous it looks.

On the top four sheets of paper, the lines drawn are already very fine, and they look like four round large flowers, very delicate.

In the upper left corner of the stone platform, which is filled with paper, there are only a dozen goose-necked bottles of different sizes and materials, which contain all the spirits needed for the sword.

Since this time, in addition to refining various spirits, Han Li has spent most of his time studying the technique of melting gold swords recorded in the book of the animal skin, and practicing the pattern of the pattern in the book.

Although it has been depicted thousands of times, he is still not satisfied with the plaids he can currently draw. He always feels that the quotation he has drawn is a little bit worse, so he has been slow to refine. .

After a while, I only heard the sound of "啪".

Han Li closed the book and closed his eyes. It seemed to be in a state of contemplation. Standing still in the same place, only the right **** and the index finger were close together, and the small amount of movement on the side of the body seemed to be a practice in the void.

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly seemed to be a flash of light, his eyes slammed open, and he turned to the firepit.

I saw the **** together, the golden light on the palm of the hand was bright, and the layers of gold scales were turned up, covering the two fingers.

He bent down and squatted by the firepit, pointing his fingers to the next one, and inserted it straight into the rock on the left side of the fire pit.

I saw that it was closed and condensed, and the confusion was full. The mind was filled with the spiritual meaning contained in the pattern, and the fingertips flowed out and carved on the rock.

At first, his finger movement speed is very slow, and he can move the inch position for a long time. The speed will gradually increase as soon as he goes backwards. At the end of the pen, the dragon snake is actually smeared with a whole stroke.

Its shape is exactly the same as that of one of the four sheets of paper, but it is magnified several times, and it extends all the way down from the stone platform. Most of it is engraved on the ground.

After engraving the first picture, Han Li paused for a while, then slowly took a breath and went to the right side of the fire pit to continue to sculpt...

After a long while, Han Li straightened up and slowly opened his eyes. He saw that the maps around the fire pit had been completed. Although they were different in position, they were related to each other and seemed to be one and the same.

He nodded with satisfaction, his hands in front of him, the fine flamingo flashed out of his body, flew into the fire pool, turned into a silver flame, and burned.

As the silver flame illuminates, the entire cave begins to get hot.

Han Li’s palm waved, and a series of blue light came out. After a hovering in midair, the blue light converges, revealing a 72-handed green bamboo bee cloud sword, neatly hanged in front of him, sword body blue light Blinking, making a burst of trembling sound.

"go with"

Han Li spoke lightly and his sleeves slammed.

All the green bamboo bee clouds immediately swept back, and they retreated into the fire pool at the rear.

Just listening to the silver flame, there was a sharp whistling, and the flaming silver flame suddenly burst out, and the 72-handed green bamboo bee cloud sword was drowned in.

Han Li immediately sat down on the knees, and the **** pulled out a weird law, and the mouth snorted silently.

As the sound of the cymbals continued to sound, the sound of the cymbals was suddenly heard in the circle around the fire pit. Four thick golden beams were shot obliquely from the surrounding and merged in the middle of the fire pit. A golden light curtain hangs over the green bamboo bee cloud sword and the fine flamingo.

After a while, Han Li was separated, and he flexed slightly in front of him and went up.

The sound of a pop-up bottle was simultaneously sounded, and the spirits in the dozens of goosenecks flew out and poured into the golden light curtain.

Through the golden light curtain, Han Li can clearly see that the molten gold of the enamel grain is scattered by itself, covering the green bamboo bee cloud sword, and each handle is completely wrapped up.

Immediately thereafter, several other spirits were also divided into seventy-two points, and the bits and pieces were blended into the striated gold melt wrapped in the bee cloud sword.

Seeing this situation, Han Li reopened his eyes, and his consciousness suddenly let go, putting his heart into the golden light curtain.

I saw a golden light curtain trembled slightly, and the surface was shining brightly, and instantly turned into a multicolored color.

At the same time, on the 72-year-old green bamboo bee cloud sword, it also began to shine, as if hanging a rainbow, it became full of radiance.

After such an hour, Han Li opened his eyes again, a mouth, a baby fire sprang from the mouth, hit the colorful light curtain, without any hindrance, it was straight and silver flames merged together.

"call……"

The two kinds of flames meet and rise up in an instant, turning into a flame beam, and all the green bamboo bee clouds are covered.

At this time, the difference is steep!

A dozen mouthfuls of flying swords can't stand the burning of this fusion flame. They are actually struggling wildly, and they are all out of the sword and cut away in all directions.

When Han Li saw it, the gods and gods suddenly rushed away, and they were intimately connected with each of the flying swords in an instant, and they were suppressed for the first time.

"I don't think there are still some stubborn swordsmen who are not fully integrated. The hiding is really deep..." Han Likou sighed, but his heart was somewhat gratified.

Fortunately, these swords are attacked at this time. If he is at war with others, I am afraid that the moment when the green bamboo bee cloud sword is out of control, it may cause irreparable consequences.

In the flames, the green bamboo bee cloud sword wrapped up by various spirits, a group of swords that have not yet been merged, spilled out from the sword body and broke straight.

However, the spiritual power transformed by it has not lost, and it has been absorbed back by Feijian.

Han Li saw this, without a bit of slack, still carefully controlled the fusion of baby fire and silver flame, and constantly burning seventy-two flying swords, the rainbow color above the flying swords gradually faded and became blurred...

After seven or forty-nine.

Within the golden light curtain above the fire pit, the seventy-two flying swords are white as jade, transparent like ice, and look like transparent.

Compared with the original, all the swords of the flying sword seem to have been stretched and the blade has been widened.

Han Lie looked blankly at the strange green bamboo bee cloud sword, and the palm of his hand waved again.

On the top of the stone platform, the stopper of the last black stone bottle flew out by itself, and the milky white spirit contained in it floated up and entered the golden light curtain. It was divided into seventy-two drops and dripped on each. Above the sword.

"Drip..."

This sound is soft, such as the early spring rain, such as the splash of Lingquan, such as dead wood spring.

All the flying swords trembled at the same time, and then the surface of the spirits suddenly lit up. At the same time, the golden light was dazzled, and numerous golden ray were ejected, intertwined with each other, like a small lightning forest, and the sound of "噼啪" continued.

If there is no golden light curtain on the outside, I am afraid that these lightnings will overflow and the mountain will be blown up.

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