Chapter 462

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.

"Forget it, although Hongmeng's spirit is good, but who knows what you're worried about? I want to spend some time safely."

"Ha ha ha, in that case, forget it." Seeing Jianchi's refusal, Zhou Yang laughed and shook his head.

As time goes by, it's two days in the twinkling of an eye.

Two days later, over the sword pool, there was a magic sword shining with a sharp sword. It was so fierce that it could kill the sky. It seemed that it could kill the enemy without the master's urging!

This is a kind of lawless spirit of emperor, which gives people a feeling of wanting to surrender.

"It seems to have succeeded."

Zhou Yang looked at the imaginary sword, and then he looked at Zixiao on the boulder, with a knowing smile on his face.

The virtual shadow of the magic sword is the projection of Zixiao. At this moment, under the tempering of countless sword pools, Zixiao magic sword has had a surprising growth. It seems to have become an immortal weapon, and this is not the most perfect shape

State.

You know, Zixiao in those days, however, killed the way of heaven. What an adverse existence it was.

I'm afraid there are few magic weapons in the world that can be compared with Zixiao! This is a thing against the sky, from the very beginning of her birth is destined to be extraordinary.

"This is the greatest recovery I can achieve. It depends on her own nature to what extent she can grow up next. Feiyang, you have to remember that her fate should not be controlled by anyone. "

In the air, the sound of sword pool sounded again, with a trace of fatigue.

"Don't worry, I won't let her do it again."

Zhou Yang nodded and affirmed.

"Take your things and get out of here."

Jianchi's voice rings again. Obviously, he has done what he should do. It's time for Zhou Yang and them to leave.

This sword pool is destined to make him a legend in the world forever.

Zhou Yang didn't say much. He spread out the palm of his hand, and Zixiao on the boulder flew to his hand.

On the other hand, Fusang took back the sword of Qingming, which had evolved into a high-level weapon of Xiandi. His face was full of joy.

Finally, Zhou Yang left with Fusang and Tieyi

The vast sea gives people infinite reverie, but also makes people feel deep despair. In such a place, most people are afraid that they will not be able to go out for ten or twenty years.

Both will die. On the endless sea, a huge warship comes slowly. Looking closely, it seems that there are two people standing on the deck of the warship.

These two people are no other than Zhou Yang and Fusang.

"Sir, what is the existence of that sword pool? Why always give a person a kind of strange feeling

Standing beside Zhou Yang, Fusang asked curiously.

"How do you feel?"

Zhou Yang smiles and turns to ask.

"I can't say it's just strange. According to my husband, he is already an independent living body, but why don't you want to leave the sword pool? "

Fusang shook his head. She couldn't tell the feeling.

"You're going to ask him."

Zhou Yang laughed and said.