Chapter 462 (1/2)

With the Zixiao sword inserted into the socket of the boulder, the originally calm pool began to wriggle, followed by a more magical scene.

I saw that the water, which was wriggling, turned into a stream by stream. It seemed that the blood was flowing towards the boulder, and finally poured into the boulder.

Although the pool is not big, the water in it will never be broken. Countless small streams of water flow into the boulder and finally disappear.

As the pool water poured into the boulder, the Zixiao sword that was inserted on the boulder began to change. Standing beside the pool, Zhou Yang could clearly feel the fierce sword spirit from the Zixiao sword, as if a peerless sword was being bred.

”Fusang, put your sword in the sword pool and temper it. Maybe you can make a good sword.”

At this time, Zhou Yang looked at Fusang and said with a smile.

”Well.”

Fusang nodded and saw a thin sword appear in her hand. She threw the sword into the pool.

When the thin sword enters the pool, you can see a stream of water climbing up the thin sword and finally pouring into the thin sword.

With the flow of water into the sword, a wisp of smoke escaped from the sword, followed by a sound of tempering.

”It's really a sword pool. As soon as I put my Qingming sword in it, I can feel that I'm going to break through the boundary of imperial soldiers and advance to imperial soldiers.”

Looking at the thin sword emitting the green spirit, Fusang's face showed a look of surprise, which made him feel so incredible.

This sword pool really deserves its reputation!

”Jianchi has existed for countless years, even he didn't know when he appeared. It can be said that this is the origin of sword Qi in the world, so it's unusual.”

Zhou Yang said with a smile.

This sword pool is absolutely a magical existence in today's world, and it is also the place that countless craftsmen dream of.

With the help of this, it is absolutely not difficult to make a peerless sword.

”It's just that the old guy here is stubborn. If he wants to, he can use this place to refine some magic weapons.”

Zhou Yang smiles and looks around. He says with some pity.

”It's not an immortal's job to speak ill of others behind their back.”

Zhou Yang's words just finished, the sound of sword pool in the air over there sounded.

”I didn't say bad things behind my back. I said it honestly. Besides, I'm not an immortal now. I'm just an unknown little monk. ”

Zhou Yang doesn't care about Jianchi's accusations.

”Oh, yes, sir.”

Fusang couldn't help laughing and echoed.

Bit by bit, two days have passed unconsciously. During this period, you can clearly feel that the breath of Zixiao magic sword is more and more powerful.

At the same time, behind the Zixiao sword, the shadow of a peerless sword becomes more and more solid, as if the destroyed Zixiao sword was about to reappear. On the other hand, Fusang's Qingming sword has broken through the boundary of the emperor's weapons and successfully stepped into the ranks of the Immortal Emperor's weapons.

On one side, Zhou Yang sat on the ground with his eyes closed tightly. At this time, a continuous stream of powerful Qi poured into the sword pool, and water flowed into Zixiao and Qingming. The whole process was completed at one go, and it seemed so perfect.

”I didn't expect you to control Hongmeng's Qi. It seems that your Qi has gone against heaven.”

At this time, the sound of Jianchi sounded in Zhou Yang's ears.

”I have been very lucky. Why do you want to temper Hongmeng's Qi?”

Zhou Yang opened his eyes and looked at the distant world. With a smile on his face, he asked.