Chapter 719: Improvement of the Red Maple Sword
"In that case, I will also bet the price of this incomplete method."
What Ye Yang took out.
It was the fragment of the Blue Sea Tide Rising Art that he and Queen Yama had obtained from the Dharma Real Person who killed the Netherworld Huangquan.
This thing can be stored in the storage bag by the Dharma Real Person, which shows how precious it is.
So this person was very satisfied. As soon as he got it, he felt that it was extraordinary. He wanted to observe it all the time. He felt that his cultivation that had restricted himself for many years also had the possibility of a breakthrough.
The two quickly completed the transaction.
The man carefully put away the fragment of "Blue Sea Tide Rising Art", fearing that it would be seen by others.
Then he took the Ten Thousand Years Dry Sword Grass respectfully in his hand and handed it to Ye Yang.
At this time, he had already sensed that the identity of the person in front of him was extraordinary. After all, the person who could take out such a method must have extraordinary ability.
"Senior, this is the Ten Thousand Years Dry Sword Grass. I hope it will be helpful to you."
The man solemnly handed the Dry Sword Grass to Ye Yang.
Ye Yang took it, held it in his hand, and felt it slightly, and a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows.
"Although the ten thousand year old withered sword grass in front of me has dried up beyond recognition."
But he knew very well that the herb in this state seemed to hide a more powerful force.
Ye Yang took the ten thousand year old withered sword grass, held it in his hand, and felt it slightly, and a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows.
This ten thousand year old withered sword grass is only the size of a palm, and it has dried up beyond recognition at this moment. The leaves are yellow and thin, and it really looks like a sharp sword body.
Only the tail has more or less been burnt.
There are sharp and jagged edges on both sides, exuding a faint spiritual charm.
Although it has withered, Ye Yang can still feel the powerful spiritual energy contained in it.
It seems to be able to revive at any time.
In particular, there is a sword energy rising from the ground inside it, rushing straight into the sky, sharp and unparalleled.
Ye Yang felt the sword energy, which was piercingly cold, and his heart was filled with waves.
This was not only because the Ten Thousand Years Dry Sword Grass itself was rare and precious.
It was also because of the sword energy contained in it, which made it unique.
It even seemed like a peerless divine weapon.
"Although this sword energy was suppressed in the dry grass, it seemed to be a self-generated thing, and it was sharp and unstoppable."
Ye Yang speculated in his heart, and couldn't help but marvel at the magic of the Creator.
"If I can use a special method to guide this sword energy, maybe I can really forge a peerless sword."
Ye Yang's eyes became hot.
He knew that such an opportunity was rare.
Especially for the improvement of the Red Maple Sword.
He no longer hesitated and put the Ten Thousand Years Dry Sword Grass into the storage bag, ready to use it carefully after returning.
Ye Yang thought as he walked.
"If the Red Maple Sword can really take advantage of the opportunity of the withered sword grass to reach a new level, then it will be one step closer to my goal."
After collecting the ten thousand year withered sword grass, Ye Yang and the Blood Medicine Saint did not travel far, but continued to stroll around the Tianxing Club.
Next, it was a normal transaction.
Although these cultivators in the realm of real people still have a lot of good things in their hands.
However, he already has rare treasures such as the ten thousand year withered sword grass and the remains of the Yin-Yang boy.
Although other items are good, there is nothing else that makes him excited.
It was not until the early morning that the Tianxing Club gradually ended.
And the Blood Demon Saint also exchanged some good things in this process.
The dragon and tiger golden rings behind him swirled around each other, emitting an amazing sound of golden swords and iron rings. Ye Yang could see that this thing was not far from the grade of the treasure of the meridian.
"This trip is worthwhile."
The Blood Demon Saint showed a smile in his eyebrows, and it was obvious that he was quite satisfied with the harvest this time.
As the sky gradually brightened.
The last trace of the sound of the transaction slowly disappeared, and the whole morning returned to peace.
Ye Yang was anxious to go back and try the remains of the black and white boy and the power of the ten thousand year old withered sword grass. After bidding farewell to the Blood Demon Saint, he prepared to return to Feitian Gate alone.
Surrounded by the fierce wind and evil spirit, Ye Yang walked to the sky, and just halfway through the journey, he suddenly felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.
Seeing this, he stopped, looked back, and smiled.
Behind him, Ye Yang keenly noticed that a faint breath was following closely, like a long sword in the night and a cold breath.
Silent but disturbing.
He did not take action immediately, but pretended to be unaware and continued to move forward.
After walking for a while, Ye Yang's mouth curled up a meaningful arc.
He turned around and spoke.
"Daoyou, since you are here, why do you have to hide like this?"
After saying this, a trace of sword appeared in his eyes, and the bright lights gathered together, and a figure had already revealed its figure.
Dressed in a black robe, it was majestic.
It was the black-robed sword cultivator who had fought with him for the Ten Thousand Years Dry Sword Grass before.
That man obviously did not expect that Ye Yang had discovered his existence.
For a moment, his figure was a little stiff, but then a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward and was about to speak.
However, when the black-robed sword cultivator was about to take action, he couldn't help but show a look of shock and horror on his face.
Just a moment ago, he felt a powerful breath emanating from the other party that made him feel palpitating.
This breath was like a substance that pressed down, instantly solidifying the surrounding air. He was like a lone boat in the stormy waves, drifting without support and likely to capsize at any time.
The originally confident black-robed swordsman suddenly changed his expression, and his greedy eyes turned into fear.
Ye Yang did not say much, but just stared at the other party coldly, and that look seemed to penetrate people's hearts and make people shudder.
The black-robed swordsman felt this pressure, and suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar, covered in cold sweat, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Like a dead leaf in the autumn wind, he completely lost his previous momentum.
"Senior, senior, I... I didn't mean to offend, it was really..."
The black-robed swordsman stuttered, with obvious fear and pleading in his voice.
Ye Yang ignored it, just waved his hand lightly, and the powerful breath converged, like the tide receding, leaving only a dead silence.
Seeing this, the black-robed swordsman did not dare to stay for a moment longer, and turned around and fled in panic like a stray dog, fearing that he would be annihilated if he was a step slower.
But at this moment, he suddenly found a huge hand stretched out from the sky, and then clenched it slightly, holding him in it.
He wanted to struggle, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no possibility of breaking free.
"Come with me! There are some things I want to ask you."
The voice was like a god from the nine heavens, without the breath of worldly fireworks, but it made people feel awe.
The black-robed swordsman felt an irresistible force enveloping his whole body. Even if he tried his best, he could not break free from the invisible giant hand.
As the giant hand gently lifted, he felt as if he had traveled through space, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly until everything was fixed in a mysterious dark space.
"Where is this? If you want to know anything, please speak up."
"Senior, please let me go."
...
He was frightened in his heart, but he tried his best to stay calm on the surface.
But no matter how he begged for mercy, he could no longer see the man, and was only trapped in a dark cage.
…
On the other side, after locking the man up.
Ye Yang planned to leave him alone for a few days, and did not interrogate him, but returned to the quiet room.
He gently closed the door, completely isolating the noise from the outside world.
Then, Ye Yang waved his sleeves slightly, and the bodies of the black and white twins were quietly placed on the ground.
At this moment, Ye Yang had time to calmly watch the bodies of the two black and white boys.
At this moment, in Ye Yang's slight perception, he only felt that there was a black and white aura surrounding the two people's bodies, as if two small universes were attracting and repelling each other.
Ye Yang stared at the two bodies, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.
Because at this moment, he found that the two bodies were not only unique in appearance.
More importantly, the power contained in their bodies was extremely pure and powerful.
This is an existence that transcends the magic power quality of the real person realm.
Ye Yang then waved his sleeves, and two fist-sized black and white gas masses immediately emerged from his sleeves.
These were the residual souls of the black and white twins.
After they were nourished by the energy of the Cangyun Mountain's veins, their injuries had healed a lot.
Now the two black and white gas masses were transparent and bright, and there were clusters of light spots like morning stars slowly rotating inside.
It was like two deep cosmic stars, emitting a reassuring light. At this moment, as soon as the black and white gas masses appeared, they seemed to sense something and floated up.
They slowly rotated around the black and white corpses.
After a while, the black and white gas masses fell to the ground, and the Golden River Bank merged into the two corpses.
Ye Yang held his breath and concentrated, carefully observing this scene.
I saw the black and white gas masses merge into the bodies of the black and white twins, as natural and harmonious as a long drought meeting a sweet rain.
As the gas masses were completely integrated, the two bodies were also undergoing subtle changes.
The originally slightly withered face gradually regained its vitality, and there seemed to be a faint light flowing under the skin. More importantly, the spiral horn of the extortion money emitted a jade-like light.
It exuded an indescribable vitality.
Ye Yang took a step closer, and at this moment, the two sides had a strange fusion.
Ye Yang felt an indescribable powerful breath, which was slowly rising and gestating.
(II)
Suddenly.
The eyes of the two bodies on the ground suddenly opened.
But this time, the eyes were no longer empty, but full of wisdom and power.
"What is this?"
At this moment, Ye Yang suddenly had a strange feeling, and felt that the body in front of him, which was originally a dead body, seemed to have a trace of vitality.
In addition to this vitality, there was also a special breath, like a rolling torrent, both ancient and mysterious.
"Get up!"
At this moment, the divine consciousness that belonged to Tiangang Zhenren rushed out crazily, and the divine consciousness fell on his body.
As soon as Ye Yang's consciousness entered the black and white twins, he immediately felt a majestic and unfamiliar aura.
This aura was different from any power he had encountered before, but it was more ancient and powerful.
"This is..."
Ye Yang was secretly surprised, and at the same time, he carefully spread his soul and tried to establish a connection with this aura.
At this moment.
The aura seemed to notice Ye Yang's caution and slowly became softer.
Then.
Suddenly, a low and wise voice sounded in Ye Yang's mind.
"Outsider, why are you here?"
Ye Yang took a deep breath to calm down the turmoil in his heart. His guess came true. Sure enough, the bodies of these two teenagers were not simple.
"Who are you?"
When the voice heard Ye Yang's question, it revealed a playful smile.
"In this world, true knowledge is so small and yet so great. The fact that you can feel my presence shows that you are not ordinary."
Ye Yang felt a gentle force brushing through his soul, and that force seemed to be checking something.
"It's a remnant soul, or some kind of powerful existence manifested itself through the bodies of the black and white twins."
Ye Yang took a breath.
The next moment, before the mysterious aura could continue to speak, he withdrew his consciousness.
But that aura was very violent, roaring and shouting constantly.
"Don't go, don't you want to know my secret? Aren't you curious about my existence?"
But Ye Yang didn't care about him, but withdrew his consciousness, and then used several magic techniques to seal the body.
Because he had already vaguely guessed the other party's identity.
The other party is not a monk from this world, but a visitor from outside the world.
He didn't want to have contact with the other party before he had adequately dealt with it.
After doing all this.
Later, Ye Yang took out the precious thousand-year-old sword grass.
This thousand-year-old sword grass is the most important treasure in Ye Yang's plan to improve the red maple sword.
It looks dry and inconspicuous, but its preciousness can make countless sword cultivators bend their backs.
When Ye Yang observed carefully, he could see that the edge of its leaves still maintained a shape as sharp as a sword.
As if ready to break out of the ground at any time and cut off all obstacles.
Ye Yang gently stroked the ten thousand-year-old sword grass, feeling the weak but firm vitality it conveyed.
"If this kind of treasure can be put to good use, it will definitely make Hong Maple Sword's promotion path smoother."
Ye Yang thought to himself, a firm light flashed in his eyes.
Subsequently.
He carefully took out the Red Maple Sword from his arms.
This sword, which was intertwined with his life, had witnessed Ye Yang's countless life-and-death battles.
The sword was as red as blood and glowed faintly in the quiet room, as if it had a life of its own.
At this moment, Ye Yang gently stroked the sword body, feeling the power contained in the sword.
"Let's get started!"
Ye Yang whispered softly, with a firm light shining in his eyes.
Then, he took out several precious spiritual materials from the storage bag he carried with him.
Except for the Ten Thousand Years Withered Sword Grass just obtained.
There is also a thousand-year-old cold soul and a piece of ancient deep-sea black iron.
As well as the exquisite broken jade and cracked gold and stone refined by countless monks of Feitian Sect.
These materials were all collected by him, and each one is extremely precious.
Ye Yang sat cross-legged, placed all the materials in front of him, formed complex seals with his hands, and recited ancient mantras.
As he cast the spell, the spiritual energy in the cave began to fluctuate, forming air currents visible to the naked eye surrounding him.
These spiritual energies gradually gathered into a vortex, and were eventually sucked into the material in Ye Yang's hand.
The thousand-year dead sword grass first emitted the light of sword energy, and then the thousand-year cold soul released a pure white edge.
The ancient black iron emits a thick black light, giving people a sense of indestructibility.
"go!"
As Ye Yang's mind moved, the Tiangang realm magic power in his body surged out like a river bursting its banks, quickly gathering between his palms.
This powerful energy was directed to the spiritual material in front of him in an instant, forming a strong resonance with it.
The moment mana poured into these spiritual materials, the ten thousand-year-old sword grass suddenly shattered, leaving only a sky-reaching sword light, which almost turned into a substantial light, splitting the space and wrapping around the red maple sword.
Ye Yang clenched the Red Maple Sword in his hand, feeling the warmth and resonance coming from the sword, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy in his eyebrows.
After absorbing the essence of the ten thousand-year-old sword grass, the red maple sword seemed to have life.
The tip of the sword trembled slightly. At this moment, there was no wind, and it trembled slightly. The sword energy danced in the air like a dragon.
Thousand-year-old sword grass, a spiritual material coveted by countless sword cultivators, can bring new life to any magical weapon.
At this moment, as the Red Maple Sword merged with the Ten Thousand Years Withered Sword Grass, an unprecedented force burst out from the sword body, as if the sky was about to be split open by it.
In the sky, there were dark clouds and thunder roared. As the Red Maple Sword was waved, silver thunder and lightning seemed to be summoned.
It shot down from the clouds and wrapped around the sword, making the entire sword like a thunder blade.
Ye Yang waved gently, and every movement of the Red Maple Sword was accompanied by the flash of thunder. The sword energy tore through the air and made a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"disease!"
Ye Yang shouted softly, and the Red Maple Sword drew a perfect arc in the air. The sword energy crisscrossed and formed a large airtight net.
As the sword light flashed, the red light flashed, thunder surged, and the entire space seemed to shake.
Mountains and rivers change color, ghosts and gods are frightened.
For a moment, sword energy and thunder intertwined, almost splitting the space.
At this moment, under the influence of the magic power of the Tiangang Realm, the ancient deep-sea black iron gradually melted, turning into a black-red luster flowing like lava.
It slowly covers the sword body, adding a different kind of solid shell to the Red Maple Sword.
Then, Ye Yang took out countless spirit stones, and then the spirit stones suddenly exploded.
They turned into tiny spots of light, which were constantly absorbed by the Red Maple Sword and transformed into purer energy.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sword body trembled slightly, and Ye Yang could feel that the Red Maple Sword in his hand was changing.
With the continuous infusion of mana, some strange patterns began to emerge on the surface of the Red Maple Sword. These patterns were like ancient runes, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
Every inch of the sword was absorbing the essence brought by these precious materials, and it seemed that a new life was awakening inside the sword.
"Boom!"
After a slight explosion, the Red Maple Sword suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the entire cave like daylight.
Wherever the sword passed, the air made a "chi chi" sound, as if even the space was cut open.