The formation engraved by Fang Yi now is not the talismans made in the past and written on yellow paper with a brush stained with cinnabar. Instead, the formation is directly mobilized by spiritual consciousness to draw the spirit in his body, and then penetrated it into the embryo of the flying sword. If Fang Yi had not had the spiritual cultivation level higher than his level, it would have been difficult to complete this task.

The formations that penetrated into the flying sword were listed in the ancient heritage, and Fang Yi could only read and half understand them, but this did not prevent him from drawing a picture. In the past six months, Fang Yi had practiced countless times. Although his spiritual sense was consumed at this moment, Fang Yi still gritted his teeth and persevered, and penetrated the magic arrays into the flying sword.

The formation was engraved with spiritual consciousness, just a matter of thought. In the eyes of Wei Mingcheng and others, it was only a few breaths. Fang Yi's forehead was covered with bean-sized sweat beads, dripping down his cheeks. The people watching knew that Fang Yi should have reached the most critical moment.

Just after Fang Yi entered the last formation, the flying sword floating in the air suddenly made a crisp sound, like a dragon's roar. The sound was deep and long, and the people's hearts trembled, and they felt that the flying sword seemed to be coming back to life.

"It's time!"

At this time, Fang Yi was really exhausted. Both the mental power and the spiritual energy in his body were almost exhausted. However, Fang Yi knew very well that if this last step could not be completed, he could only get a sharp weapon, not the natal flying sword he wanted.

With the last remaining trace of mental power, Fang Yi suddenly stretched out his index finger and a heavy point in his heart. As the finger fell, Fang Yi let out a muffled groan, and his originally rosy face turned pale in an instant.

"puff!"

Just as the people around were almost raising their hearts to their throats, Fang Yi suddenly opened his mouth and squirted, and a mouthful of red blood sprayed on the flying sword in front of him. After spewing out the mouthful of blood, Fang Yi seemed to have been exhausted, and his body actually collapsed directly.

It was strange that when Fang Yi's blood stained the flying sword, the flying sword, which originally looked inconspicuous, suddenly burst out with a ball of light. The light was as bright as the sun, which made everyone close their eyes.

In just a few seconds, the light slowly dissipated, but the blood that Fang Yi sprayed on the sword was gone. I don’t know if it was absorbed by the flying sword or it was evaporated by the extremely bright light.

Without Fang Yi's spiritual control, the flying sword fell straight from the air, but no one paid attention to whether the flying sword was refined at this moment. Wei Mingcheng and Si Yuanjie were surrounded by Fang Yi, and Bai Chuxia even took the lead and hugged Fang Yi in his arms.

"Fang Yi, you, don't scare me!"

Tears flashed in Bai Chuxia's eyes. She had also seen Fang Yi refining pills many times. Many times, he almost exhausted his true energy and mental power in his body, but never once, he fell down like this time.
Chapter completed!