A golden flame shot up from the surface of Xiaojin's body, surrounding all the wind stones and burning fiercely.
The blazing fireworks caused the surrounding temperature to rise linearly, and the material around the cave melted rapidly. It was originally just a cave of tens of square meters, but it melted into the size of a football in just a few moments, and continued to melt at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. Everything was in a state of anger.
Transform into nothingness.
Ye Xiong was secretly shocked. He didn't expect that Xiao Jin's flames would become so powerful in just one hundred years.
Based on its foundation at this moment, it would probably be able to fight even if it faced Miao Honglian's red lotus demon fire.
It's not in vain that I put so much thought into it.
Under the burning of the flames, the wind stone gradually liquidized and floated in the flames.
Ye Xiong didn't dare to let the wind stone move even a little bit. As long as the wind stone left the flame for even half a second, the liquid state would immediately turn into a solid state again.
Lu Qing did not dare to let the liquids connect together, because if they were connected together, the requirements for flames would be higher. He could only let the wind stones turn into tiny water droplets, and prepared to wait for all the wind stones to melt, and then instantly
Enter the sword mold.
"Xiao Jin, come on." A familiar voice came.
Ye Xiong heard the sound and went away, only to see the old sky in mid-air, with Netherworld cheering it up.
Only then did he realize that the cave had long since disappeared. Not only the cave, but also the entire planet, burned by Xiao Jin's almost perverted flames, had become a sinkhole. From a distance, it looked like the planet had been smashed out by a meteor from the sky.
A big hole.
This fire power is really terrifying!
It is indeed a flame transformed by fire.
Even though the flames were so terrifying, not all the wind stones in the air were melted, and a few of them were still solid.
Burn the small gold pieces one by one. After one piece melts, use the residual heat of the flame to keep the wind stone in a liquid state, and then use the main fire to attack the next one.
The speed started very fast, but gradually, the speed became slower and slower, indicating that it was also on the verge of exhaustion.
"Xiao Jin, hold on a little longer." Ye Xiong encouraged.
One day, three days, one week.
A week later, finally, the last wind stone was melted.
"Very good, that's all."
Driven by Ye Xiong's vitality, all the small water droplets in the air gathered together and turned into a puddle of water.
"Into the mold."
In mid-air, all the water droplets entered the sword mold in an instant.
Xiaojin's flames instantly stopped, and his body became extremely dim, like a spark in the wind that was about to be extinguished at any moment.
"Xiao Jin, quickly enter the Bodhi tree to rest." Ye Xiong said urgently.
He couldn't destroy Xiao Jin just to make a sword.
Xiao Jin turned into a little spark, entered his body, and disappeared.
Ye Xiong's eyes fell on the sword model. Just when he thought he had finally succeeded, there was a sudden explosion.
The hard sword mold could not withstand the huge heat emitted by the solidification of the wind stone, and was exploded.
"No way!" Ye Dazhong was worried.
It's hard to succeed, it's going to fall short.
Just when his heart was about to reach his neck and eyes, a gray sword floated in mid-air, and the sword took shape.
Ye Xiong grabbed the sword with his right hand, took a look at it, and felt a mixture of joy and sorrow.
Fortunately, the sword was finally cast and not broken; unfortunately, the sword was too ugly!
The surface of the body was uneven and pitted, like the surface of the moon; the most unacceptable thing for him was that the tip of the sword was not formed, because before the liquid flowed into the tip of the sword, the sword mold had already exploded, so the tip of the sword was very flat and looked like
Like... popsicles.
"This is not so much a sword as a fire stick." Ye Xiong couldn't laugh or cry.
Two women descended from the sky and came to him, also wanting to see the difference in the sword he spent more than a hundred years forging.
"The sword is for fighting, not for wives. It doesn't matter if it's ugly, as long as it's easy to use." Isa comforted her.
Ye Xiong nodded, thinking that was the case. The ultimate purpose of weapons was to fight.
"Don't you like to show off? Although this sword is ugly, when others look down on it, it makes a big splash and shocks the world. Don't you just like this?" You Ming said.
Hahaha!
Ye Xiong couldn't help but laugh.
Those who know me, You Ming, this sword is simply a pretentious artifact!
Ye Xiong condensed the Buddha Demon Sword and slashed hard at the Gray Sword. When the extremely powerful Buddha Demon Sword slashed through the sword body, it left only a faint trace. After wiping it once, the trace no longer existed.
The powerful defense was definitely something he had never seen in his life.
Next, he poured all his vitality into the sword body, and the sword suddenly glowed brightly, and the black devil's two vitality alternated.
If Ye Xiong injects so much vitality into an ordinary sword, it will definitely buzz. If it is worse, it will even explode.
However, this sword, apart from being radiant, has no feeling at all, which shows that Ye Xiong's current level of vitality is far from reaching the maximum load of the sword.
A sword struck out.
The monstrous sword light seemed to split the sky in half.
What satisfied him most was that using this sword to perform tricks consumed much less energy than condensing the Buddha and Demon Sword himself.
Looking at this ugly sword, Ye Xiong liked it more and more.
"Have you given the sword a name?" You Ming.
"Not yet. Please help me think of a better name for this sword."
The two women began to ponder, and after a moment, You Ming said: "This sword is made of wind stone. It is best to bear the word wind, and it was obtained in a storm zone. How about calling it Storm Sword?"
"The Storm Sword feels a bit ordinary, it would be better to call it the Wind and Thunder Sword." Ye Xiong said.
"The Wind and Thunder Sword is good, but there is no thunder attribute in this sword."
"It will happen in the future."
Ye Xiong had already had the idea that as long as he put the sword into the green thunder bamboo and attracted the thunder and lightning power of the green thunder bamboo, he would bring it with him sooner or later.
"This sword was forged in Kyushu civilization, why not add the word Kyushu?" Isa suggested.
"Kiuzhou Wind and Thunder Sword, what a domineering name, I like it." Ye Xiong burst out laughing.
After putting away the sword, Ye Xiong immediately entered the inner world to check on Xiao Jin's condition.
In order to help him make the sword, Xiao Jin spent too much money, and Ye Xiong was really worried about it.
In the inner world, on the Bodhi tree, on a leaf.
The Bodhi Holy Fire has fallen into coma, and the golden light on its surface is very weak and will dissipate at any time.
Fortunately, the bodhi tree can bring it a source of energy to nourish it. I believe that given time, Xiaojin will be able to recover.
Ye Xiong came to the Green Thunder Bamboo. The Green Thunder Bamboo, which used to be only a bamboo as thick as a finger, has now grown into a clump of bamboos with lush leaves and green thunder all over the body, winding around in circles, which is extraordinary and sacred.
"Raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while. If you don't give my sword the thunder attribute, I will kick you out."
It has been more than two thousand years since the Green Thunder Bamboo entered his inner world. In fact, apart from asking for things, it has never contributed anything. If it doesn't contribute a little bit this time, he will really curse.
Ye Xiong cut off a piece of bamboo and inserted his sword into the bamboo joint.
Endless thunder and lightning instantly entered the sword body.