The cannon fodder female partner becomes a god by practicing involution

As of now, the refining is far from over.

Shen Qingluo separated a ray of consciousness, passed through the fire ball, and landed on the prototype of the flying sword that emitted golden light.

The brand of divine consciousness was immediately struck, and he was initially recognized as the master.

Under her deliberate control, the flames on the refining furnace gradually decreased, and the golden light became more dazzling.

At the same time, Shen Qingluo used his parallel fingers as a knife, cut his fingertips, and forced out a drop of blood essence containing his own cultivation. He wrapped it with spiritual power, passed through the layers of flames, and landed on the prototype of the flying sword.

The blood was absorbed instantly, and no trace of its existence could be seen with the naked eye.

The prototype was completely stable, and the condensation of Feijian officially began.

Many jade slips record that this process can take as little as half a year, as long as one year or even several years.

There is no necessary relationship between the power of the magic weapon and the time it takes to refine it. Shen Qingluo started to refine the magic weapon in an orderly manner based on the methods mentioned by his master and the contents recorded on the jade slips.
Time goes by, the seasons change, and a year passes in the blink of an eye.

The flowers outside the courtyard are blooming and falling, and the mountains of middle-grade spiritual stones that were originally piled up in the courtyard have been devoured by Qingluan.

Considering that the master needed absolute silence when refining treasures, he swallowed all the spiritual stones in his belly without making any noise.

After a whole year of condensation, now, the natal magic weapon has finally been completely refined.

The moment he put away the fire, there was a muffled thunder in the sky.

The originally cloudless clear sky began to gather clouds of calamity.

In Lianyue City, Yunhua immediately noticed the strange phenomenon and immediately took action to cover it up.

Her real body is in seclusion in the sect. So far, nothing has gone wrong, so this clone has remained in the city.

After covering up the vision of the calamity cloud, it will be difficult for other monks to detect it. This can save a lot of trouble.

Over the courtyard, dense black clouds gathered in layers.

A moment later, there was a clicking sound, and a thunderbolt as thick as a thumb fell, instantly hitting the newly refined flying sword.

The latter made a buzzing sound, and the thunderbolt disappeared, leaving the sword intact.

Immediately afterwards, another click sound sounded, and the second tribulation thunder struck down instantly.
The master cannot interfere with the magic weapon to overcome the tribulation, otherwise it will damage the power of the treasure.

Because of this, Shen Qingluo only watched and did not help.

The lightning tribulations of the natal magic weapon are fixed, and there are nine in total.

From the current point of view, the possibility of surviving is very high.

The second calamity thunder struck, but the flying sword was still intact.

At this moment, Shen Qingluo's ears suddenly heard two clicking sounds in succession.

The third and fourth thunderbolts appeared at the same time, merged into one, and struck hard towards the flying sword.

Shen Qingluo looked at this scene with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The numerous jade slips in the Alchemy Hall did not mention such a situation, and Master never mentioned it either.

Something happened, and before she could think about it, something happened again.

The golden flying sword suddenly rose into the air and slashed down at the two thunderbolts that merged into one.

Accompanied by several click sounds, the Tribulation Thunder split into two parts and sank into the sword body at the same time.

The electric arc on the flying sword kept flickering and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It looked as if it had directly absorbed the power of the thunder.

Seeing this scene, Shen Qingluo couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

Looking upward, the black calamity clouds in the sky kept rolling and never fell. After a while, two familiar clicking sounds were heard again. The fifth and sixth thunderbolts merged into one, and they were aimed at the flying sword again.

Immediately afterwards, the golden sword light collided with the thunder and devoured it again.

In mid-air, the calamity clouds rolled more and more violently, and at a certain moment, Shen Qingluo heard three clicking sounds in succession.

The last three tribulation thunders appeared at the same time and merged into one body, which was as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

Powerful coercion instantly spread to the surroundings, and the flying sword pierced the sky, followed by a long roar, and instantly cut down the thunderbolt.

At this moment, a giant beast suddenly appeared on the sword, which looked very much like the mythical beast Xuanwu.

When the phantom appeared, Jie Lei was completely swallowed by the flying sword.

After that, the force of the sword continued unabated, and it struck the calamity cloud that was still rolling, splitting it apart in one fell swoop.

Shen Qingluo looked at this scene and suddenly remembered that she had captured a sea beast with a trace of Xuanwu blood when she was on Dongxuan Island and encountered the backflow of sea water.

After being reminded by the system, she purified her blood and obtained a needle-sized trace of the blood of the mythical beast, which she then swallowed and refined.

A year ago, when she was condensing the prototype of the flying sword, she invested a drop of blood essence.

Perhaps because of this, the flying sword was contaminated with the aura of the mythical beast Xuanwu.

Just as she was thinking about whether this situation was good or bad, the system, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"Congratulations to the host, for successfully refining the natal magic weapon. After this treasure is refined, it will have a hint of the coercion of the Xuanwu divine beast. When facing the enemy in the future, as long as you use this sword, you can cancel all the enemy's spiritual pets to help."

Shen Qingluo had already expected it, so he was not too surprised when he heard these words.

Speaking of mythical beasts, there was one beside her.

Even if the refined flying sword does not have this ability, the enemy's spiritual pet will not be able to provide any assistance as long as Qingluan is around.

But then again, Qingluan exists independently and has its own thoughts, and its future is unknown. However, the same cannot be said for the natal magic weapon. It is a treasure that belongs entirely to Shen Qingluo and was refined by her own hands.

Thinking of the previous tribulation thunder, she had doubts in her heart. She took this opportunity to ask: "Why do two tribulations merge into one, or even three rays merge into one from the third tribulation thunder?"

The system quickly gave an answer: "This is also affected by the blood of the mythical beast Xuanwu. The mythical beast should only exist in the fairy world. Jie Yun sensed a trace of the Xuanwu breath contained in the flying sword, so it increased its power."

After hearing this, Shen Qingluo suddenly had a bad premonition.

"I have refined the Xuanwu blood. When I give birth to a baby in the future, I will survive the thunder tribulation. Will the power of the thunder tribulation also increase?"

"Theoretically yes, but the host must not forget that you have merit and can weaken the power of the thunder."

"One side strengthens, the other side weakens, and the two cancel each other out?"

"No, the trend of weakening is greater. The host should not underestimate the merit value. Even just a little can reduce the power of the thunder. The host has gained a total of two hundred points."

"If that's the case, that's for the best."

After the calamity cloud dissipated, Xuanwu's shadow disappeared and the flying sword fell from mid-air.

Shen Qingluo waved his sleeves and brought a burst of spiritual power to take it in front of him, and observed it carefully. The golden light flowed from the sword body, and the blade was extremely sharp.

Just at this time, a breeze blew by, and fallen leaves flew in the distance and slowly drifted down.

Several of them happened to land on the golden flying sword. Before they came into contact with the sharp sword edge, they were split into two pieces by the sword energy and fell to the ground on both sides.

This magic weapon is of the highest quality as soon as it is refined.

Shen Qingluo held the hilt of the sword, thought for a long time, and finally gave the treasure a name, Jiuxuan Yunxiao Sword.

The word "nine" comes from the nine thunder tribulations experienced by this sword, "xuan" comes from the "mysterious" of Xuanwu, and "yunxiao" is a combination of one word each from the Lingyun sword and the Chongxiao sword. (End of chapter)