But he could not enter the black fire domain at all. As soon as he approached, his consciousness body showed signs of collapse.

As a last resort, Xia Wushuang finally took out the magic furnace. Then he used his mental power as bait to attract the black fire to fall into the furnace, disperse the original low-end flames, and turn the entire furnace into a small world of black flames.

This seemingly simple process is actually full of pain.

Because the mental bait that Xia Wushuang extended was burned by black flames, it will be directly destroyed and it will not be taken back. This is like a cruel self-kill. Although every trace of mental power lost is pitifully small, the feeling of a soul being stabbed with a needle must not feel good as long as it is not super shaking.

Fortunately, Xia Wushuang persisted with her tenacious will and guided enough black flames into the furnace.

"I look so hungry. I feel like this magical furnace is about to explode." No. 7 pointed at the distorted body in front of Xia Wushuang, like a magic furnace to be melted, and said with an ugly look on his face.

"Don't you want the crow's mouth, okay?" Xia Wushuang glared at No. 7, with a bad look. If he couldn't even handle the artifact furnace, then he wouldn't think of using the precious black flame refiner here today.

No. 7 hesitated for a moment until he saw that the magic furnace was just twisting, but it was still firm and not cracking. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then...... first refine the Sword of the Night, or the Wrath of the Stars?"

Xia Wushuang thought for a long time and said, "Let's practice the 'Broken Night Sword' first. The 'San Ye vs. Sword' plus the 'San Jue', I refined these two accessories eighteen years ago. However, because I had no fusion heart, it has been dragged to the present..."

"But..." No. 7 hesitated for a moment. He said, "Sanye's sword is probably already connected to the spirit now? I often feel that these two swords will burst into particularly terrifying damage in your hands. Just merged like this, are you willing to bear it?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Wushuang glanced at the endless black sea of ​​fire in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "What can I do? Sway for a while, I guess I'm almost making the "Butterfly Double Swords". Then I can throw these two Sanye Swords that once shared my life and death with me?"

"The path of spiritual equipment evolution. In fact, it is the same as the way to prove the emperor. If you want to become a super artifact step by step, you will definitely not survive without progress."

"Then it's up to you. The psychic energy value is 8,000, it's not high, it's not low. I just hope you don't hate this newly formed artifact."

Xia Wushuang smiled when she heard this. She shook the Sanye Swords in her hand and sighed with emotion: "These are all 'children' that I have pulled together. Can I still hate them?"

As he said this, the two long swords in his hand trembled slightly, as if he felt the arrival of doomsday, and he squeezed together and shivered.

These two secondary artifacts were infected by Xia Wushuang's special Avian evil aura for many years, and they were indeed psychic.

Seeing this scene, even Xia Wushuang felt a little unbearable. He pondered for a moment. He turned his head to No. 7 behind him and said, "Anyway, there is no shortage of materials, why don't I practice another pair of Sanye Swords? How about leaving these two swords for my children in the future?"

Number 7 shook his head and couldn't help laughing. This guy is so weird. He looked righteous just now, but now he is starting to care about his old love again.

However, just as he was about to speak, the two swords in Xia Wushuang's hand suddenly moved.

These two psychic swords seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and turned into two children, one blue and one blue, holding hands and flying directly to the cover of the magic furnace.

Then, in the shocked eyes of Xia Wushuang and No. 7, the two children said nothing, and resolutely jumped and flew into the furnace of black fire.

"Ah! It turns out that those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to Mo are black. These two psychic swords are as stubborn as you, and they are so stubborn that they feel outrageous." No. 7 shook his head. Although it turned into two children's shadows, Sanye actually had no intelligence on the sword itself.

As for why the two swords turned into two young children, why did they resolutely jump into the black fire.

In fact, it was all because Xia Wushuang had always subjectively regarded these two swords as his "children" and constantly instilled in them that the stubborn feeling of not being bent into them, which led to such a strange scene now.

These two swords have been spiritually connected. I would rather be destroyed than be passed on to others.

"Watch swords as humans and give them special feelings." This is actually the legendary secret technique of "raising swords".

If Xia Wushuang had a wide range of knowledge, he should remember that there was such a myth in ancient times. It said that "Qin Weng, the sword, had no girl at the knee, so he missed the ancient sword at night and slept ten years later. He dreamed of ripples in the lake water, and a koi carp jumped up. One of them appeared, calling him father, so the "Qin Li" sword emerged from the sky, and there was a sword in the world, and it was difficult to compete for power.

Of course, Xia Wushuang didn't know that he had accidentally raised a real "spirit" sword. At this moment, he used the blue flame as a shield to wrap the two flashes of Sanye's sword in the center, hoping to use his own thin power to prevent them from being burned by the black flame as much as possible.

He had a premonition that as long as he protected these two light spots, the newly generated "Breaking Night Sword" would still inherit the previous psychic attributes.

However, in less than a second, the blue flame carefully arranged by Xia Wushuang collapsed in the magic furnace. The power of the black fire was simply sensational. The scorching temperature burned everything, and the two light spots were covered and slowly disappeared into the thick black.

Black symbolizes silence. This color, which should have seemed peaceful and mysterious, represents extreme horror in the flames.

In the entire soul world, only Xia Wushuang's sigh was resounding. How terrifying the temperature of the destruction Black Flame was, with his current strength, it was impossible to estimate. Perhaps it could even burn the gods to death, but it was extremely cruel anyway.

Soon, the swords of Sanye turned into a purple and blue solution under the burning of black flames. They were glued together and were influenced by Xia Wushuang's will to form a circle in the shape of Tai Chi. Although they were incompatible, they existed harmoniously, and looked full of unique magic aggregates.

The black fire in the furnace was burning, as if it was churning, trying to pour out the furnace and burn everything.

Xia Wushuang frowned and carefully put the red scattered blade in his hand into the magic furnace. Then, he inputted some pure magic power into the wall of the furnace to boost the flames of the black fire and concentrate the heat, and melted the scattered blade thrown into the furnace.

"It's very dangerous! I feel that the stove is really going to explode." No. 7 just watched from the side and felt a sense of fear.

Xia Wushuang ignored him. He watched the black flames coming out of the furnace, and actually felt a little worried.

This black fire is very dangerous. Even if his consciousness is as strong as a god, these black flames have almost unsolvable destructive characteristics, completely ignore any divine nature, and can severely injure or even kill him.

So, in such a dangerous situation, he was so weak that he didn't even dare to close the furnace lid. He was afraid that as No. 7 said, if he closed the furnace lid, the furnace suddenly exploded, and then black flames splashed... That kind of picture was really not too beautiful, even if he was lucky enough to die, he would inevitably have to take off more than a dozen layers of skin.

Be careful first.

While Xia Wushuang was silently chanting "Goddess of Lucky" in her heart, she also put the heart of fusion into the black flame furnace.

The prayer seemed to have really taken effect. Xia Wushuang's lucky value increased countless times invisibly in a way that was invisible to the naked eye. The level refined by the artifact was successfully completed in a shocking gaze of No. 7. The three-color spiritual equipment solution, catalyzed by the heart of fusion, was completely eliminated, and it was quickly merged together at an astonishing speed, turning into a pure black, and everything seemed so harmonious.

"It's still a long sword, still a slightly arcuate sword body, no change is needed." Xia Wushuang missed the sword against Sanye while suppressing the black flames, causing the black spiritual solution to slowly be shaped.

The long black sword body, the small arc of the sword body flashing in dark light. The five-foot-long sword is amazing in length, giving people a sense of domineeringness and a sense of mystery. It seems to be the holder of a night king, and it is impeccable in both appearance and shape.

However, at this moment when the great power was about to be completed, two rays of light suddenly separated the flames and suddenly flashed.

boom!

A thunderous sound suddenly came out in the furnace, like a war drum thunder. The black flame was hit and immediately rushed out of the bottleneck of the furnace and erupted out of the furnace!
Chapter completed!