The sword-making pool was covered with Taoist talismans, and Yuan Jiujian cast the spell. The fire he imagined did not burn, but bone-chilling cold water emerged from the bottom of the pool.
"A skillful sword-making process is definitely not about burning it with fire or hammering it, but taking the right medicine. The Zanpakuto is enlightened by glacier lotus seeds, so burning it with fire will not work," Yuan Jiujian explained, "And in these Taoist talismans, it is
When I was young, I traveled around the world and accidentally collected the extremely cold water. I thought I would never have the chance to use it to make swords, but I never expected that God would do this."
Extreme heat and extreme cold can cause forged weapons to change. At Yuan Jiujian's level, the world he sees is no longer the same as what ordinary people see.
The cold water in the sword-making pool exudes a biting chill, which is somewhat similar to the glacier water Yan Shouyi saw in Mount Emei, but there are still fundamental differences between the two.
The glacier water itself is ordinary water, but it is bitingly cold due to the influence of glacier snow lotus, but the cold water in front of him is special in itself. If he compares the two, Yan Shouyi believes that the cold water in front of him is more terrifying.
"Here comes the knife!"
Yuan Jiujian waved his hand, and the Zanpakutō flew into his hand. This scene surprised Yan Shouyi.
Yuan Jiujian is clearly not the master of the Zanpakutō, but he is able to control the Zanpakutō at will, which shows how accomplished this old man is.
But when Long Feicheng becomes the soul of the Zanpakuto, this situation will no longer happen - no matter how strong Yuan Jiujian's control over the sword is, as long as Long Feicheng doesn't control him, there will be no chance.
I saw Yuan Jiujian taking out the sword forging materials that he had prepared long ago and smearing them on the Zanpakutō blade.
The Zanpakutō, which was so hard that it was as sharp as clay, actually became a little softer.
Yuan Jiujian dug a small hole at the handle of the knife again and reminded Yan Shouyi: "Take a drop of your blood essence."
"good!"
Yan Shouyi didn't ask why at all, he believed in Yuan Jiujian very much.
After forcing out a drop of blood essence, Yuan Jiujian used a blank Taoist talisman to dip it on it. The essence and blood instantly melted on the Taoist talisman, and he outlined the lines of the talisman, making the Taoist talisman no longer ordinary.
However, Yan Shouyi felt that this Taoist Talisman was incomplete and seemed to be missing something.
Then Yuan Jiujian held the Taoist talisman and said to Long Feicheng: "Take a piece of your soul!"
"Perfect!"
Long Feicheng didn't do any ink and just cut off his little finger and handed it to Yuan Jiujian.
Anyway, he is still in a spiritual state now, and the little finger that was unscrewed recovered in the blink of an eye.
The little finger left Long Feicheng's body and turned into dots of light. Yuan Jiujian also sent these souls into the Taoist talisman.
Long Feicheng's soul outlines a light blue rune on the basis of the original blood-red rune.
At this moment, the Taoist Talisman is complete.
"This is the Talisman of Harmony," Yuan Jiujian said with a smile, "it can help you two brothers have a harmonious mind."
After folding the Taoist talisman neatly, Yuan Jiujian put it into the handle of the knife.
At this moment, there was a vague connection between Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng.
The two seem to be able to communicate in their hearts through this connection, but the current feeling is too weak, as if the signal is not very good.
If the signal is strong enough, Yan Shouyi and Long Feicheng no longer even need to communicate through words, and can directly achieve "spiritual sound transmission" like gods.
"The next step is to forge sword souls!"
Yuan Jiujian wiped the Zanpakutō clean and then threw it into the sword-making pool.
When the Zanpakuto entered the pond, it immediately stirred up a thick layer of white mist, just like the black smoke produced by a raging fire.
Yuan Jiujian lifted up his robe and sat directly in front of the sword-making pool: "Long Feicheng, be prepared. Listen to my instructions and jump into the sword-making pool!"
As he spoke, he began to recite the incantation, and the talisman at the bottom of the sword-making pool also began to take effect, and the water in the pool seemed to be boiling.
When things came to a close, Long Feicheng was also a little worried.
Yan Shouyi was even more nervous.
The two of them stood next to the sword-making pool, feeling that they should say something at this time, but it seemed that there was not enough time for them to say anything more.
Suddenly, Yuan Jiujian shouted without warning: "Jump!"
"Jump!"
Long Feicheng rushed a few steps, but suddenly stopped at the last moment.
He turned around and smiled at Yan Shouyi:
"Brother Yan, see you later."
After saying that, he fell back fearlessly.
Long Feicheng's soul fell into the sword-making pool without causing any shock, and was instantly submerged in white mist and cold water.
At the same time, a faint blue light glowed in the sword-making pool.
Yan Shouyi let out a long breath.
What has happened is that there is no turning back.
Long Feicheng forged a sword with his own body. If he could not defeat the imperial master again, even his soul would be shattered and it would not be enough to wash away the guilt in his heart.
He silently found a corner to sit down and waited quietly for Yuan Jiujian to forge the sword.
Perhaps because he was too exhausted during this period, Yan Shouyi fell asleep leaning against the corner while waiting.
Two hours passed before he knew it, and Yan Shouyi was suddenly awakened by Yuan Jiujian.
"Yan Shouyi, the sword is ready."
Yan Shouyi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sword-making pool for the first time.
The sword-making pond is still obscured by the cold water and white mist, and the Zanpakutō cannot be directly seen.
Then he looked at Yuan Jiujian and saw that the little old man's face was full of exhaustion and he had to hold on to the wall to stand up.
However, Yuan Jiujian's eyes were full of excitement: "The Zanpakutō is finished. This peerless weapon will definitely go down in history. From now on, my name, Yuan Jiujian, will also be famous for generations to come!"
For Yuan Jiujian to be so excited, it can be seen that the recasting of the Zanpakutō was not only successful, but also greatly enhanced in power.
But Yan Shou only cares about the current situation in Longfei City.
"How is Xiaolong? Why did I fall asleep just now..." Yan Shouyi blamed himself a little. He felt that he should not have fallen asleep at this time.
Yuan Jiujian smiled and said: "That's a side effect of the Qixin Talisman, not your fault. Now you and Long Feicheng can communicate with your thoughts!"
Just like me and Sanyuan?
Yan Shouyi thought in his mind, but the connection between him and Sanyuan was still somewhat meaningless. The two could only communicate vaguely and could not talk directly.
He tried calling Long Feicheng in his heart.
"Xiaolong? Can you hear me?"
However, the sword-making pool was very quiet, and there was no movement.
"Little dragon?"
Yan Shouyi shouted a few more times, suddenly feeling that something was not going well, and quickly said to Yuan Jiujian: "Senior, Xiaolong didn't respond to me?"
Yuan Jiujian frowned and looked confused: "Hiss...that shouldn't be the case! There is nothing wrong with my sword-making technique..."
The two hurriedly lay down next to the sword-making pond, shouting the name of Long Feicheng towards the sword-making pond, and even started to think of ways to salvage the Zanpakuto.
Just when the two of them were anxious, Long Feicheng's voice suddenly came from the sword-making pool: