Early in the morning, Zhang Ye slowly opened his eyes after a night of meditation, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
As usual, went to Xianhua Xiaoyuan to pay respects to Female Emperor Shifu.
This time was much better, Wang Siqi was no longer wearing a green gauze dress, but instead sat elegantly in her colorful and ornate clothes.
"Master, I've come to pay my respects." Zhang knelt down and kowtowed.
King Siqi usually doesn't even open his eyes or speak.
But this time after Zhang Ye led "enlightenment" , Wang Siqi restored her usual virtue.
She slowly opened her eyes, stretched out her soft and boneless body, and lazily said: "Xiao Ye has come, come on, come over and massage your master's shoulders."
"What's wrong?" Zhang Ye felt a bit annoyed, "Master, I'm busy, I still have to go cultivate."
"Less talk, more action." Wang Siqi said with a sly smile, "You don't do anything, what's the point of paying respects? Come here."
When Zhang Ye gave her a free massage, Wang Siqi slowly closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
During the time of "filial piety to the master", Zhang Ye was constantly praised, what a good boy, what a good apprentice and so on, constantly said by Wang Siqi in that sticky voice. Listening to it made Zhang Ye even more embarrassed than usual.
Finally ended, Zhang Ye slipped away from Xianghua Xiao Yuan and didn't return to Tianying Peak, but instead ran to Tan Siqin's place to pour out her troubles.
Listening to him ramble on, Tan Siqin looked at him with a strange expression, "Then what do you think I should do? Go strip her naked and hang her up for a beating?"
"Uh..." Zhang Ye scratched his head.
"Admit it, I'm no match for her." Tan Siqin shrugged and said, "In the Tai Xuan Gate, except for the Master's brother, no one is a match for her. Don't look at how sticky she is, but actually fierce."
@#￥。
Zhang Ye was driven away by Tan Siqin with a gloomy face...
Hurriedly fleeing back to Tianying Peak, Zhang Ye shut himself in and refused to come out.
Hiding in the room, Yi Huading was summoned out.
Following Zi Yi's orders, Zhang Ye used the Jinyang Sword with the strongest killing intent to cut off a small part of the Bella Sea Demon's skeleton.
He didn't know the value of these skeletons at all.
It's really a loss to use so many precious bones to forge nine flying swords.
Then, Zhang Ye infused his magical power, and Yi Huading continued to spin and enlarge.
He put the seven flying swords of Yu Jizi into it, and then selected two of the six ownerless fourth-grade flying swords that caught his eye, and also put them into Yi Huading.
Inserted the demon bone, Zhang Ye's palm pressed on the Yi Hua tripod, and at the moment when his magical power was activated, a loud rumble sounded.
The six yang fires blazed up, burning fiercely and endlessly, unceasingly and continuously.
Zhang Ye closed his eyes and precisely controlled the Six Yang Fire Formation.
Moreover, at his current level, he could already divide his spirit.
Similar to the departure of the yuan Shen, Zhang Ye's part of the spirit left his body and entered Yi Huading, beginning to communicate with the nine flying swords and the demon bones. At the same time, he communicated with the Liuyang fire.
Coordinating in several aspects, Zhang Ye was not relaxed at all, and his forehead was sweating in an instant.
The increasingly strong Liuyang fire, with Zhang Ye's spiritual cooperation, stripped and drove out the yin-yang energy of the nine flying swords and the power of the five elements.
Seven-colored auras separated and floated in mid-air, five-colored glaze, hovering above the surface of Yihua Ding.
Zhang Ye further urged on the Liuyang Fire Array, and the raging flames began to roar continuously, slowly melting the demon bones.
The melting waters of the demon bone flooded nine flying swords at once.
At this time, Zhang Ye began to accurately control the fire, under the command of Purple Clothes, slowly compressing the six yang fires, getting smaller and smaller.
Slowly simmering, the nine flying swords turned bright red but did not melt, sizzling and crackling.
The waters of the demon bone continuously infiltrate every flying sword, merging and strengthening their bodies.
The most critical moment has arrived, and Zhang Ye is getting more and more uncomfortable, almost as if his true energy is drying up.
At this moment, all the demon bones were refined and merged into the nine flying swords.
Following Zǐ Yī's orders, Zhāng Yè gritted his teeth and split off a part of Yì Huá Dǐng's primordial spirit, merging it into the Jiǔ Kǒu Jiàn (Nine Mouths Sword) to draw a grand formation. At the same time, the colorful aura floating above began to concentrate downwards.
Nine flying swords danced up in the midst of raging flames, forming a cycle of nine interconnected swords. Under the forging of the Six Yang fires, they continuously rotated.
The aura of yin and yang and the five elements merged into a single entity, which was then completely absorbed into the Nine Swords.
Zhang Ye displayed his entire set of skills, with true energy flowing through the nine connected swords, distributing yin and yang, balancing the power of the five elements.
Rumble...
At the last moment, the nine swords scattered and burst out of Yihua Ding together, emitting a glassy glow.
Zhang Ye was like a deflated balloon, limp and completely drained.
It was successful, but the process was extremely dangerous.
Even if it's not a new fourth-grade flying sword, but a re-melting one, there are only nine fourth-grade flying swords in total. If they don't form an array, that's still manageable, but once they do, the sword array's power will far surpass Zhang Ye himself.
So the final impact was extremely strong. If Zhang Ye hadn't been accustomed to the intense training of the Golden Body, he would have probably died from a burst of nerves in that instant.
"It's finally done, I was worried that I would be swallowed up by the sword array." Zhang Ye let out a sigh of relief.
The purple-robed figure appeared in his mind's eye, saying: "Of course there is a possibility. But I believe that with your innate talent and encounters, it won't be so easy for you to die - this is why I dare to have you take the risk of refining the Nine Palaces Sword Array. Of course, this is also the limit; otherwise, I would teach you to refine all thirteen flying swords together."
"Kill me, I won't take the risk again. The suffering of refining the sword array is really unbearable for a human being. My split-out divine soul is in it, which is equivalent to directly receiving the forging of the Golden Body of Extreme Fire, too painful."
"Never mind, this time is equivalent to skipping levels for a challenge, that's why it's so extreme. Later on, we'll find some more gentle work and it won't be so bitter."
Zhang Ye finished his cultivation and put away Yi Hua Ding.
Because Zhang Ye's divine consciousness participated in the refining of the flying sword, as soon as it came out of the furnace, it had already recognized its master.
The four-product sword formation of the Jiugong Fen Guang Jian array, its power is comparable to a sixth-rank flying sword. In theory, it requires a cultivator with six layers of divine sense to fully control it.
Zhang Ye's actual strength was at the second layer of Splitting Spirit, but in reality, he was slightly stronger than an average third-layer Splitting Spirit cultivator. The difference wasn't huge, but firstly, his innate talent was exceptional, allowing him to communicate with treasures like the Flower of Law to the greatest extent possible, reducing friction. Secondly, although the Nine Palaces Sword Array coordinated seamlessly, it wasn't a single entity after all, making it easier for Zhang Ye to confuse and control each palace individually.
Now it's finally settled, but there is still one thing that he is worried about.
Entering the Sea of Knowledge Hundred Flowers Valley, Zhang Ye asked Purple Clothes: "In the past, Xiao Jinyu was always following Xiao Bao to upgrade and break through together, why hasn't there been any movement this time?"