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.

"To make a skillful sword, it is definitely not about burning it with fire or hammering it, but to take the right medicine. The Zanpakuto is enlightened by glacier lotus seeds. Burning it with fire will not work," Yuan Jiujian explained, "And these Taoist talismans are the cold water that I accidentally collected when I was traveling around the world when I was young. I thought I would never have the chance to use it to make swords, but I didn't expect God's will to be like 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. It is only bitingly cold due to the influence of glacier snow lotus, but the cold water in front of him is special. If the two are compared, Yan Shouyi believes that the cold water in front of him is more Scarier.

"Here comes the sword!"

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 can 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 not happen again - no matter how strong Yuan Jiujian's control over the sword is, as long as Long Feicheng does not cheat him , it’s no use either.

I saw Yuan Jiujian taking out the sword forging materials that he had prepared long ago and smearing it on the Zanpakutō blade.

The extremely hard Zanpakutō, which was as sharp as iron and was sharpened like clay, actually became a little softer.

Yuan Jiujian dug a small hole at the handle of the knife again, reminding Yan Shouyi: "Take a drop of your blood."

"Okay!"

Yan Shouyi didn’t ask why at all, he believed in Yuan Jiujian very much.

Forced 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.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Jiujian held the Taoist talisman and said to Long Feicheng: "Take a piece of your soul!"

"That's it!"

Long Feicheng didn't do any ink, just cut off his little finger and handed it to Yuan Jiujian.

Anyway, he is in a spiritual state now, so take it offThe little finger 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 pattern based on the original blood-red rune 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 to be in harmony."

Stacked the Taoist Talisman neatly, Yuan Jiujian folded it again 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 the soul of the sword!"

Yuan Jiujian wiped the Zanpakutō clean and 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 fire.

Yuan Jiujian lifted up his robe and sat directly in front of the sword-making pool: "Long Feicheng, be prepared. Listen to my command and jump into the sword-making pool!"

　With that said, 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 uneasy.

Yan Shouyi was even more nervous.

The two 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 that, He fell back fearlessly.

Long Feicheng’s soul fell into the sword-making pool without causing any disturbance, and was instantly submerged by white mist and cold water.

At the same time, a faint blue light appeared in the sword-making pool.

Yan Shouyi let out a sigh of relief.

Things have come to this, and 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 was still obscured by cold water and white mist, and the Zanpakutō could not 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 immortal!"

For Yuan Jiujian to be so excited, it shows that the recasting of the Zanpakutō was not only successful, but also greatly increased 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 Am I like 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 to call Long Feicheng in his heart.

"Xiaolong? Can you hear me?"

However, the sword-making pool was very quiet, and there was no movement.

"Xiaolong?"

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, showing confusion: "Hiss... shouldn't be! There is nothing wrong with my sword-making technique..."

The two of them hurriedly lay down. Next to the sword-making pond, the name of Long Feicheng was shouted towards the sword-making pond, and they even started to think of ways to salvage the Zanpakuto.

Just when the two were anxious, Long Feicheng’s voice suddenly came from the sword-making pool:

“Hahahahaha! I scared you!! ”