As long as it is a magic weapon, unless it is just refined and has not yet recognized the master, or it is like the human emperor's pen and earth emperor book that has its own weapon spirit, and has gone through a long time without the master, the original master's essence, blood, or thoughts, or only recognize the original master's weapon spirit.

Even if the original owner of this magic weapon is dead, the same is true.

No matter who gets this kind of magic weapon, if you want to turn it into your own, you must first erase the essence, blood or thoughts left by the original owner, completely refine it, or be recognized by the spirit of the weapon, otherwise others will not be able to use it.

Ling Yun is doing this now.

His realm is not enough and cannot be refined on a large scale, so he can only take it slowly one by one. This is the time to grind water and consumes a lot of time.

Also, after coming out of the capital, he got too many spoils through the two battles of the Demon Subduing Conference and the Tianshan Mountain to save his mother. There were many high-level magic weapons he liked. Now he had to refine them one by one, which would of course take an extremely time-consuming time.

The higher the magic weapon, the more difficult it is to refine it, and the more time and energy it consumes.

Fortunately, what Ling Yun lacks the most is patience. He is not only patient, but also very focused in doing things.

Soon another two days and two nights passed.

On the fourth morning of Lingyun's retreat in refining weapons.

Now, he was holding a red flying sword in his hand. This was the one from Di Heyi, who was at the peak of foundation building, and it was actually a low-grade treasure.

Among all the spoils Ling Yun obtained, except for Kunlun’s Gangfeng Flag, the highest-grade one was Di Heyi’s red flying sword, so Ling Yun put it at the end.

"Please spare your life forever."

In Lingyun's hand, the red flying sword was trembling violently, and a faint thought came out. It was the spirit of the red flying sword, which was begging Lingyun.

"Although you have spiritual consciousness, it's a pity that it's too rough. I will wipe out your spiritual consciousness and refine it again. Your new master will definitely make you shine."

Ling Yun was unmoved at all. After he issued an idea, he immediately spit out the Yin and Yang Five Elements Fire, wrapping the red flying sword body, and starting to refine it.

After five hours, Ling Yun finally completely refined the red flying sword.

"Huh...it's finally done!"

Ling Yun stood up, slapped a set of Tiangang Demon-Subduing Fist, and practiced a set of Sky Destroying Palm to stretch his muscles and bones, and move his whole body.

Then he sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes and rested, used the Qi Yin and Yang technique, and practiced for four hours in one breath.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Ling Yun stopped practicing and slowly opened his eyes.

"Xian'er, we are going to start refining weapons again, come and help."

In the past three days, Ling Yun refining those magic weapons was just a preparation for refining weapons, just to get the materials needed for refining weapons.

Now that everything is ready, he finally started to refine weapons on a large scale.

Ling Yun first refined it was of course Ye Xingchen's double slash of demons.

Just like refining his own Green Shadow Flying Sword, Ling Yun was very attentive. He did not hesitate to spend his divine energy, and also allowed the Heavenly Demon Double Slash to merge with an innate sword fetus, which also absorbed the sword energy of the Heavenly Demon Sword, and finally refined a pair of brand new Heavenly Demon Double Slash for Ye Xingchen.

"It's really worthy of being the same raw materials as Gan Jiang Moye, but it's actually a pair of top-quality treasures."

Ling Yun is very satisfied with his masterpiece.

Next, Ling Yun started to refine magic weapons one by one for Qin Dongxue, Tie Xiaohu, Wang Chongxiao and others according to their expectations.

Time passed, and another day and night later, magic weapons were refined by Ling Yun. Not only those in front of him, but also Ling Lie, Ling Xiao and the Ling family, Cao Shanshan, Zhuang Meifeng, etc. As long as the realm reaches the third level of Qi training, there are many, and everyone has a share.

However, due to the limitations of materials, these magic weapons are all top-grade spiritual weapons or top-grade spiritual weapons, and it is impossible to reach the level of treasure weapons.

Finally, Ling Yun asked Xian'er with a smile, "Xian'er, what kind of magic weapon do you want?"

Bai Xian'er shyly shook her head: "Brother Lingyun has been busy for five days and is already very tired. Xian'er doesn't want it."

"I'm not tired."

Ling Yun shook his head and said with a smile: "You have been with me for five days, and you can't let you suffer in vain, so no matter what magic weapon you have, you have to give you at least one."

Seeing Ling Yun's unquestionable expression, Bai Xian'er had to think seriously: "Then, I want to be the same as Brother Ling Yun, Flying Sword!"

"good!"

Ling Yun immediately agreed. With a divine thought, he took out the masterless red flying sword again.

He had long guessed Bai Xian'er's thoughts. This top-quality flying sword was specially kept for her.

In the end, the two of them worked together to refine the flying sword and turn it into a brand new flying sword. The grade was upgraded to two levels in a row, becoming a top-grade treasure weapon.

"Xian'er, just let's recognize your master with blood."

Since Bai Xian'er was right in front of him, Ling Yun did not delay, so he directly asked Bai Xian'er to recognize his master with blood.

After Bai Xian'er completed the blood-dropping recognition of his master, Ling Yun smiled and said, "In the future, Xian'er will not have to worry about his masters below the middle stage of foundation building. As long as he sacrifices this flying sword, the other party will die if he doesn't escape."

"Thank you, Brother Lingyun!"

Bai Xian'er's pretty face turned red with excitement, and she controlled her flying sword to shuttle quickly, playing non-stop.

Ling Yun's retreat to refine weapons started on the morning of September 28th, and it took five days and five nights in total. It is now late at night on October 2nd.

At this point, Lingyun’s weapon refining was successfully completed.

However, that night, Ling Yun did not leave the seclusion immediately because of this crazy weapon refining, his energy and divine energy were consumed too much, and he needed to adjust his breath and make up for it.

As for Bai Xian'er, although she had been busy for two days and two nights, her realm was lower than Ling Yun and she continued to consume her mana, so she could no longer hold on.

Therefore, after the two of them started to practice seriously, sitting cross-legged, focusing on themselves, and recovering their physical condition.

No words all night.

At six o'clock in the morning on October 3, Ling Yun woke up from his cultivation state and opened his eyes. His exhaustion was wiped out.

The next moment, he was invisible.

brush!

Lingyun rose directly into the sky from the Huntian maze, climbed straight to the sky and began to practice the Dayan Star Gathering Treasure Art.

Three hours later, Ling Yun finished his practice and returned to the formation at the top of the Earth Peak.

"No, I still have to remove this mountain protection formation."

Ling Yun's eyes flashed, and after a little thought, he decided to take the initiative to break the mountain protection formation again.

He repaired the mountain protection formation to absorb sword energy to refine weapons. Now that he is about to leave the seclusion, of course there is no need.

boom!

The three peaks of heaven, earth and man shook again, and Ling Yun pulled out the blue giant sword and re-entered the Taixu ring.

brush!

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yun put away the Huntian Misty Array, and the vast white mist that had covered the top of the Earth Peak for six days and six nights suddenly disappeared. The light of the sky finally came here again.

"Xian'er, go find your sister Xingchen and tell her about the situation of our refining tools these days."

Lingyun bathed in the sun and told Bai Xian'er.

"good!"

Bai Xian'er agreed and flew away.

After Lingyun saw Bai Xian'er away, he thought for a moment, then flew straight to Tianfeng and went to see Qin Qiuyue first.

brush!

Ling Yun appeared on the cliff of Tianfeng, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he found out everything here.

It was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

Qin Qiuyue and Ning Lingyu are naturally here, but not in the mourning hall, but in the stone house next to the mourning hall.

In addition to the two of them, there are Qin Dongxue, Qin Chunfeng from the Qin family, and Ning Boping from the Ning family, who are also in there. They are gathered together and are discussing things.

Today is exactly the first seventh day of Ning Tianya, and it is also the last day for Qin Qiuyue to keep a spirit for him.

These people gathered here, obviously discussing the burial issue of Ning Tianya.

There was already an extra coffin in the mourning hall, and there was naturally Ning Tianya's corpse.

Outside the mourning hall, on the edge of the cliff, Di Xiaozhen was tortured to death. Her body was covered with mud, mixed with her own blood, and she was frozen into ice. She was now dying and was breathing.

"Sin deserves it!"

Ling Yun was too lazy to pay attention to a dead person, so he took a big strode and headed straight to the stone house.

"mom!"

"Yun'er, have you come out of seclusion?"

Seeing Ling Yun arrive, led by Qin Qiuyue, the others stood up from the house, met him one after another, greeted him.

Ling Yun entered the house and after some greetings.

"Yun'er, we were discussing how to bury your Uncle Ning."

Qin Chunfeng spoke: "What your mother means is that the fallen leaves return to the roots. She plans to ask Senior Ning to take your Uncle Ning's body back to the Ning family for burial, so that other people from the Ning family can take a last look at him."

"Uncle Qin and Uncle Ning's funeral will be decided by my mother."

Ling Yun knew that Qin Chunfeng said those things just to tell him the result of the negotiation, and he didn't need to make any decisions on these things.

He turned to look at Qin Qiuyue: "Mom, are you still following me?"
To be continued...