The blade lengthens little by little, like a knife but not a knife, like a sword but not a sword, with only a single-sided blade, the entire blade is smoother, like a perfect work of art.

The spiritual patterns flowed like mercury on the blade, and the terrifying cold air was released along the tip of the blade, causing the temperature of the entire refining room to drop suddenly.

His hands suddenly stopped carving and let the short sword float in the air. He took out a few spirit stones, extracted the spiritual energy inside, and injected it into the short sword.

To increase the spirituality of the short sword, most alchemists dare not try this way. If they forcefully improve their spirituality, their weapons will most likely be scrapped.

The stronger your spirituality, the more stringent the quality of weapons.

After absorbing three spirit stones, the short sword makes a buzzing sound, forming a small vortex inside, full of spirituality.

Each weapon grows little by little from the mortal weapon to a certain extent, and can give birth to the spirit of the weapon. Liu Wuxie's blood knife in his previous life can transform into a human race by himself.

Before I had time to rest, I continued to carve spiritual patterns, and the mysterious energy filled the entire refining room.

"Next, we will draw the formation!"

The formation pattern emerged in the void and was injected into the blade when it appeared.

"KaKaKa..."

The moment the array pattern was injected, the blade became unstable, making a crackling sound, and could explode at any time. Liu Wuxie was too risky to do this.

Do not hurry or slow down, continue to inject the array pattern, and more cracks appear on the blade, which is a sign of explosion.

"Success or failure is here!"
Chapter completed!