These are just a matter of a few words, but not so easy to do. Just mobilizing so many spirit swords that have not been sacrificed is an extremely difficult task. The newly added spirit swords must be reorganized and the magic weapons must be upgraded while mobilizing the spirit swords. The burden on the mind is extremely heavy, and the entire refining process cannot be interrupted at all. It needs to last for at least several days. Ordinary fusion cultivators cannot bear it, and only those who have truly reached the level of a Saint of Artifact can complete it.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye. The sword embryos on the ground had been used up, and the sword formation in the air was completely formed. Hundreds of spirit swords of different colors were flying all over the sky, really overwhelming, as if they could cleanse everything between heaven and earth. The Heavenly Scythe Saint pointed forward, and hundreds of spirit swords hummed at the same time, instantly flying in the direction he pointed. He pointed again, and hundreds of spirit swords gathered together in an instant, forming an incomparably huge sword, with the power to destroy the world, and it seemed that it could pierce the sky.

This is the case when the magic weapon has not been refined. If it is refined and nurtured for a period of time, the power of the sword formation will probably be even greater. Not only was Qingyang jealous, even Saint Tianjian showed a bit of reluctance. However, think about it, Qingyang is the first one to take on the mission of Xuehe State, all the spiritual cultivators know about this, and he has the support of Saint Lord Wumeng and Saint Lord Wangri behind him. If he keeps this magic weapon, it will not only affect his image, but also hit the morale of the front line. It is not worth it.

Saint Tianjian pointed again, and the hundreds of spirit swords seemed to have received an order, all flew back and landed in the yard, neatly spread on the ground. Saint Tianjian looked at the spirit swords on the ground and sighed, "What a great treasure! No wonder you are able to suppress many Void Refining cultivators with your Spiritual Transformation cultivation. This magic weapon can at least improve your strength by several levels. I'm afraid no one in the younger generation can match you. It's a pity to let you go to Xuehezhou to die. Now I ask again, are you willing to change your mind and join my family?"

Qing Yang said without hesitation, "How can I go back on my word after accepting the mission?"

After seven days of overloaded operation, Saint Tianjian was extremely exhausted even though he was a cultivator who was undergoing tribulation. Seeing that Qingyang was unwilling to change his mind, he did not force him and said, "In that case, you can go back. I will give you a month to practice and familiarize yourself with the magic weapon. After the final battle between spirits and demons begins, you will have to infiltrate the demon clan. Saint Wumeng will tell you how to act later."

After he finished speaking, Saint Tianjian tapped his hands several times, and the spirit sword on the ground made another buzzing sound. With a burst of spiritual light, Qingyang instantly regained contact with his magic weapon. However, the connection was not as strong as before. It felt vague, and it was very difficult to drive. If he just drove the previous spirit sword, the effect would be slightly better. Qingyang knew that this was the result of the upgrade of the magic weapon. After all, his heart had added so many spirit swords, and it took time to refine and familiarize himself with them.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I'll take my leave." Qingyang respectfully bowed to Holy Lord Tianjian, then collected all the spiritual swords on the ground, left the temporary weapon refining workshop and returned to his residence.

After returning, Qingyang didn't see anyone. He went into seclusion in his tent to refine his magic weapon. The magic weapon was his lifeblood, and he had to refine it as soon as possible to avoid affecting his strength.

The more sets of magic weapons there are, the more difficult it is to refine them. Hundreds of spirit swords are a challenge for Qingyang at the moment. No wonder Saint Tianjian gave him a month. Qingyang worked day and night, and practiced hard every day, almost forgetting everything about the outside world. It was not until a month later that he had a preliminary grasp of the whole set of magic weapons, but it was just barely enough. Mobilizing so many spirit swords at the same time puts a heavy burden on his body, and Qingyang's mind cannot support it. It is estimated that he has to reach the realm of refining emptiness before he can do so.

As for the power of the sword formation, Qingyang was not very clear. Apart from the fact that it was difficult to activate it at his current level, it was also because it could not be used in the temporary tent. So even though the magic weapon had been refined, it could not be used yet. He still had to rely on the previous forty-five spirit swords to fight the enemy.

Qingyang ended his retreat and left the tent, but he didn't expect that the Flower-faced Grandma and Yuanbao Boy had been guarding outside for another month. The final battle between spirits and demons was about to begin, and the young master was about to follow the demons to the Blood River State. This time it might be a farewell forever, and they hoped to stand guard for the last time.

Qingyang didn't say much. He just called the Flower-faced Granny and Yuanbao Boy into the room and removed the branding on their souls. The two were free men from then on, but there was no joy on their faces. Instead, there was sadness. Their eyes were red, but they didn't know what to say.

Qingyang simply did his best to be a good person and took out some more pills to give to the two. The Flower-faced Granny gave him several bottles of Yangxu Pills to improve his Lianxu cultivation, and the Yuanbao Boy gave him a Huanxu Pill to break through the realm. Qingyang had three Yangxu Pills, so one less would not have any impact. Of course, they were not given away for free, but at a slight discount according to the market price. These pills were difficult to buy regardless of their relationship, and even selling them to them at the market price would be a huge favor, not to mention a discount? Even so, the Yuanbao Boy did not have enough spiritual stones, so the Flower-faced Granny lent him some to barely pay Qingyang.

Hearing that Qingyang had ended his retreat, many Void-Refining cultivators with whom he had a relationship, such as Yang Hai, Venerable Blue Beard, and Venerable Brown Armor, came to visit. Some of them came sincerely, some just wanted to watch the fun, and some felt that Qingyang would not need many things after going to Xuehe Province, so they wanted to see if they could get some bargains.

Qingyang has lived for hundreds of years, so he naturally knows how to deal with these people. He will treat those who are sincere with sincerity, and he will also deal with those who are not. Anyway, he will not let others take advantage of him for free.

Yang Chi, Wan Yuan, Ju Dao Ren and other subordinates also came to visit Qingyang one after another. Of course, many of them felt that Qingyang would surely die after going to Xuehe Province, and they would not be able to take care of them in the future, so there was no need to do these nonsense things. Qingyang did not care about it. Whether in the mortal world or in the world of immortal cultivation, people have left him, and he did not know if he could come back. Why think so much?

The final battle between the spirits and demons is drawing closer, and a tense atmosphere is spreading throughout the camp. The usually bustling market town is now closed. Except for Qingyang and a few cultivators on guard duty, there are very few cultivators out there. They all seem to be making final preparations in their own tents.

On this day, someone finally came to inform Qingyang, and Qingyang immediately followed him to the central tent of Wuhuo City. Only Wumeng Saint Lord was in the tent. When he saw Qingyang again, he said with regret: "You finally accepted this mission. The mountains are high and the road is long. I am afraid that we will never meet again."

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Mayor, but some things have to be done by someone." Qingyang said in a tragic tone.