The clock suddenly surged violently, as if a ladle of hot oil had been poured onto the fire, and the flames leapt up fiercely, with the momentum surging violently.

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but tense up, the most critical moment had arrived.

  The wildly surging clockwork bellows erratically, like a ferocious monster, its cold and violent breath spreading in all directions, even affecting the subtle meridians of Zuo Mo, as if pierced by needles.

  Su hastily withdrew her spiritual energy, at this time her spiritual energy not only couldn't help Zuo Mo but would instead distract him.

  She opened her eyes and saw Zuo Mo sitting in front of her, his whole body slightly trembling, with a layer of fine white frost on his forehead, and white air escaping from him.

  What an awesome cold fire!

  Accidentally startled in his heart, he stared at Zuo Mo with some tension. If this fusion failed, the sword embryo would definitely be ruined.

  Zuo Mo's heart was also suspended in mid-air, he had done everything he could, and all that was left was to leave it to fate.

  As time passed, the turbulent flame gradually subsided, and the violently rising blaze also continuously contracted back, eventually stabilizing.

  New bamboo shoots are taking shape!

  The clock tower in front of me has undergone a heaven-shaking change compared to before. Firstly, its shape has increased by about one-third, but the biggest change is still its structure. The previous clock tower was milky white

  The color, but now the clock bamboo fire, unexpectedly appears layered, and one layer is three layers.

  The outermost was still the milky white flame as before, while the middle one was a deep red flame. What surprised Zuo Mo the most was the black flame at the very center. Although it was thin, it was easy to distinguish.

  Distinguish it clearly. The three layers of flame are distinct and clear at a glance.

  The white flame is Zhong Sun Huo, the deep red flame is the lava fire refined from Lie Huo Dan, what is that thread of black flame on the surface?

  Zuo Mo was somewhat curious.

  After investigation, he finally understood. This extremely thin black flame turned out to be the toxin left from refining the Black Lotus last time! If it weren't for this anomaly, he wouldn't have noticed that his flames were

  The kind actually contained a trace of such a potent toxin. What he didn't expect was that the toxin could also turn into flames!

  The new flame and the previous Zhōng Chūn Huǒ are extremely different, controlling them is a completely different feeling.

  The cold air was greatly reduced, but the conversion between ice and fire was smooth. However, what confused Zuo Mo was the thin black flame inside, what use could it have? These three layers of flames

  Among them, Zhong Sun Huo's fire is the lowest grade, followed by Lava Earth Fire, and the highest grade is this unclear black flame on the left. Thinking about it, Zuo Mo also thinks it's normal, this thread of black flame is the result of refining the Four

  The ink lotus seeds obtained are actually fourth-grade ink lotus seeds!

  Congruent fire is just a secondary type of fire.

  He wasn't in a hurry either, slowly exploring the new flame, which was a completely new kind of fire that wasn't even mentioned in the "Yin Fire Pearl Chapter". This also meant that Zu Mo would have to figure it out on his own.

  Immersed in exploring new sparks, don't forget the passage of time.

  Su noticed that Zuo Mo's body had calmed down, the white frost on his forehead disappearing, and he let out a breath of relief. Seeing that Zuo Mo seemed to be meditating, he didn't rush him, and simply sat cross-legged beside him to recover his spiritual energy.

  It doesn't matter how long I've waited, nor does it matter if I have to wait a few more days.

  Left Mo this seat is three days.

  When he reopened his eyes, apart from the fatigue in his pupils, there was also a hint of unhidden spirit.

  A great calmness in the midst of serenity.

  Another day passed, and Lemo, who had recovered to his best state, was finally about to start refining the sword embryo.

  Left Mo did not allow Su to be a bystander, if someone was beside him, it would be easy to get distracted. He came to a quiet room, where all the materials he needed were already prepared, and there was also a small pile of crystal stones for Left Mo.

  Failed to recover spiritual power.

  Zuo Mo smiled, and the pile of crystal stones naturally submitted. From now on, until the refining was successful, he would stay in the quiet room. Su Yu personally held a sword to guard the door.

  He took out a jade slip, on which was recorded the symbol arrays to be engraved on each sword embryo and the refining method of the sword embryo. The refining method did not have any unusual places, Zuo Mo only scanned it briefly

  The eyes see clearly, and the heart is at peace.

  His mind was soon absorbed in the four symbolic arrays.

  These were four arrays he had never seen before, and this alone was enough to fill him with interest. In order for the alchemist to complete the refinement smoothly, the jade slip's explanation of the four arrays was very detailed.

  。

  After finishing watching, Zuo Mo couldn't help but take a cold breath.

  Four-Treasure Array!

  Four completely different four-product arrays!

  He only understood now why Su had been unable to find anyone to refine the sword embryo. Each of the four sword embryos required a different fourth-grade talisman array, and there were four different arrays in total.

  And...

  There is also a strange connection between the four arrays.

  Zuo Mo thought he had made sufficient preparations, but only now did he discover that the difficulty of refining sword embryos was far higher than he had imagined!

  He shook his head helplessly, this job was a big loss! The difficulty level was absolutely worthy of a lion's roar, and he could have made a fortune with just one stroke. Zuo Mo deeply regretted losing such an excellent opportunity, especially

  He is now penniless.

  His attention returned to the symbol arrays, and the first step he needed to take was to decipher these four symbol arrays.

  If you can't read the array, how can you engrave the array on a sword embryo that is not too large?

  If it were before the trial of swords, he would definitely pat his butt and leave. Four completely different four-product arrays are absolutely beyond his ability range. However, after strengthening the fire species and going through the Kunlun symbol

  After the baptism of the Jade Gate, Zuo Mo's confidence had reached its peak.

  He decided to take on this challenge!

  According to the explanation on the Jade Slip, he began to comprehend the four symbol arrays. Only then could it be seen how great a help the Kunlun Jade Slip was to him! After comprehending the left Mo of the Kunlun Jade Slip, his vision and thinking had risen.

  A few steps.

  Four kinds of four-product arrays, which are naturally not lacking in obscure and difficult-to-understand places, let alone four different four-product arrays.

  But Zuo Mo managed to roughly figure out four formations in just five days.

  At the moment when the four arrays appeared before him, his heart was filled with an indescribable sense of accomplishment, all fatigue vanished, and he felt exhilarated to the point of wanting to throw back his head and let out a long roar.

  Zuo Mo didn't adopt Lin Xian's suggestion of using the Double Linked Ring Four Turn Fire Formation, he intended to take this opportunity to try out his new flame.

  Anyway, it's not his own stuff, he thought recklessly.

  Four pieces of ferrite were placed in front of him by Zuo Mo. The last time he cut the ferrite, they were not uniform in size. However, this was not a big problem for him.

  He sat in the array with a Five-Colored Pagoda floating before him. The Five-Colored Pagoda greatly enhanced his ability to control the five elements, and controlling fire was naturally included.

  He flipped his palm, and a new flame appeared three inches above the tip of the Five-Colored Pagoda. Zuo Mo decided to name the new flame "Ink-White Flame". Anyway, no one had specified its name, so it was up to him.

  Affection

  Black core, deep red inner flame, milky white outer flame.

  Ink melts white fire burns quietly, without a bit of its previous ferocity, tame beyond compare.

  Zuo Mo's eyes turned serious as he tossed the smallest piece of Cold Magnetic Iron into the Ink Melting White Flame.

  His spiritual power began to infuse the Mò Fēng White Flame, which suddenly surged violently, enveloping the Hán Cí Tiě in a dense, fiery shroud. The first step he needed to take was to use the flame to refine and purify the impurities within the Hán Cí Tiě.

  This is a water mill work, which requires a lot of time. However, Zuo Mo was not included in this, his divine sense was strong and he could easily see the distribution of impurities in the magnetic iron. As a result, efficiency

  Increased significantly.

  It took just one day for all impurities in this piece of ferrite magnet to be completely removed.

  During this period, a stable spiritual power input is required. With the help of magic seals and the Five-Colored Pagoda, this extremely arduous process was quite easy for him.

  Next is to forge the cold iron into a sword shape.

  Zuo Mo took a deep breath, suddenly increasing the input of his spiritual energy. The Ink Fire and White Fire surged upwards again, colliding with each other in the quiet room, producing a crackling sound as the icy cold and scorching hot auras clashed.

  In the flames, the magnetite gradually melted until it melted into a pool of iron water.

  Surprisingly, the iron water is not crimson, but presents a peculiar blue-black color, releasing a strong chill.

  Under the white flame of the ink melting, the five-color pagoda suddenly rotated with a "drip" sound, spinning faster and faster, soon turning into a five-colored illusory shadow.

  Molten iron in the flames seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly changing shape.

  Time ticked away, and sweat beads began to form on Luo Mo's forehead as his breathing grew more rapid, looking rather strained. Yet under his control, the Five-Colored Pagoda continued to rotate at an unchanged speed.

  On the contrary, it is still accelerating!

  In the flames, molten iron flows slowly, until a faint sword shape appears.

  At this time, Zuomo Fang had the opportunity to catch his breath and make some adjustments. The spirit gathering array around him had been completely consumed and turned into powder. He took advantage of this opportunity to quickly redeploy a new spirit gathering array.

  The real show is about to begin!

  Zuo Mo stared with wide eyes, not daring to relax in the slightest.

  The molten iron gradually solidified, and suddenly, the blue-black molten iron presented a bright blue color.

  Zuo Mo's spirit suddenly lifted, his two hands like blooming flowers, a series of seals shining with light, striking into the Flame Sword Embryo.

  The sword embryo was motionless.

  No, the power of the flames is still not enough!

  Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and urged on the spiritual power again. The black flame at the very center of the molten white fire was like a thin, long black tongue that licked the sword embryo.

  At the same time, the hand seal moved again!

  A ray of light was once again cast into the flames.

  The bright blue sword embryo suddenly burst into a brilliant light, the talisman's light hit the sword embryo, and the lines of the talisman's light were like branding on the surface of the sword embryo, clear and visible.

  Zuo Mo didn't dare to hesitate in the slightest, his eyes wide with anger, his entire body's spiritual energy surging to its limits, every single hair on his head standing upright. He was like a powerful whirlpool, the spiritual energy of the gathering array being pulled by an invisible force, going wild

  People rushed towards him.

  A large amount of spiritual energy surged into her body, and although she had a magic pattern, Mo Yan still felt pain like a knife cut.

  But at this time, he had no leisure to cry out in pain. His hands moved faster and faster, shaking continuously, as the glow of his incantation poured into the fire sword embryo.

  Such intense and extreme refining lasted for a full three hours.

  A thread of fresh blood quietly flowed out from his mouth and trickled down.

  Dazzling hands with ten fingers suddenly condensed, paused in front of the body, and the last ray of light accurately hit the sword embryo in the flames.

  Hiss!

  Sword embryo lightly hums!

  Only a sword embryo light burst surged, immediately a dark, until dispersed.

  A small blue-black sword floated quietly in mid-air.

  Ten days later.

  The guard standing outside the door suddenly looked up, with a look of surprise in his eyes.