When he thought about the fate of Tiandu Kingdom, Wan Dong couldn't help but sigh. I am afraid that this disaster cannot be avoided no matter what, and it will be a pity for the people of Tiandu Kingdom. There are also soldiers from the Tiandu Kingdom who still don’t know what kind of sacrifices they will have to endure.
Looking north, Wandong's eyes seemed to have traveled thousands of miles and saw Jinge City in Tiandu Kingdom. There, Xuan Feng, the commander-in-chief of the Iron War Dynasty, was leading 800,000 iron cavalry to surround a small Jinge City with water. On the city wall, Wan Haoxiong stood proudly like a god, as if he could even carry the day. His cold eyes looked directly at the enemy who was as dark as a sea in front of him. Behind him were the soldiers who had a determined look on their faces and had already put life and death at risk. And behind the soldiers, they shared the same hatred with them and refused to retreat until they died. The people of Tiandu Kingdom. An incomparable sadness surged in Wandong's chest.
"Dad..." Wandong called softly, and big drops of tears kept splashing from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, and then smashed to the ground, shattering to pieces.
The love between father and son is endless, blood is thicker than water!
Because of Mu Lian's relationship, Wan Dong once deeply resented Wan Haoxiong. But when his body was shattered by Li Baiyi and his soul was regenerated, his hatred for Wan Haoxiong also disappeared without a trace.
Could it be that everything Wan Haoxiong did to him came from love? As a son, what right did he have to resent a father who gave him life and raised him with all kinds of hardships
When he yelled at Wan Haoxiong and wanted to sever the relationship between father and son; when he did not hesitate to destroy his cultivation in front of Wan Haoxiong; when he hugged Mu Lian and ignored Wan Haoxiong's suffering. What kind of pain should Wan Haoxiong's heart feel when he begged and angrily jumped off the cliff
Wandong simply didn't dare to think about it any more. He was so filled with guilt that he didn't know how to face it.
Turning his head, Wandong saw the box full of purple gold. His mind suddenly moved and he shot out with his right palm. There was just a click, and the entire wooden box exploded. The purple gold in the box was immediately swept into the air by invisible energy.
Wandong let out a low roar, and all the Tao Qi in his body was activated. Thousands of golden lights radiated out like a peacock opening its tail, instantly covering all the purple gold.
Such a big movement immediately alerted the entire Dingshan Palace. Xu Wenchuan, Ning Shan, Hu Jingqi and others hurriedly came over. No one knows what kind of demon Wandong is planning to make the situation so huge and terrifying!
Not only was all the Tao Qi in Wan Dong's body mobilized, Wan Dong also used the Xuantian Enlightenment Art to crazily mobilize the surrounding heaven and earth essence. In the blink of an eye, the entire world changed color. Countless heaven and earth essences, like a drifting heavy rain, landed in Dingshan Palace. Then, they were quickly absorbed by Wandong's Tao Qi, turned into golden light, and shot towards the pieces of purple gold floating in the air.
With deep guilt for his father in his heart, Wandong has reached the point of desperateness. There is only one iron-clad thought in my heart, and I will never waver!
"Old prince, my master... what is he doing, forging swords?" Wang Yangde looked frightened and asked Xu Wenchuan stammeringly.
Xu Wenchuan looked bitter and shook his head repeatedly. What kind of sword was he trying to make? The noise was too big.
At this time, the purple gold wrapped in Wandong's Dao Qi costs about fifty or sixty yuan. If it is to make a sword, five or six yuan is enough. Why use so much? Moreover, by melting fifty or sixty pieces of purple gold at the same time, the rate of Dao Qi loss is absolutely astonishing. In Xu Wenchuan's opinion, this move was simply crazy!
In fact, the consumption rate of Dao Qi in Wandong's body at this time was even more terrifying than Xu Wenchuan imagined! Even if Wan Dong was promoted to the ninth level of Zhen Qi, he could not sustain such consumption. If it were not for Xuantian Wushen Jue, which could absorb the essence of heaven and earth as quickly as possible and transform it into Tao Qi to replenish Wan Dong, Wan Dong would not be able to survive. To do so would not only be madness, but suicide!
Even the swordsmiths in the Taoist world don't dare to be so crazy!
Xu Wenchuan and others could only worry at this time, but no one dared to step forward to stop it. Even if they stepped forward, they could not stop it!
About half an hour later, Wandong's face had turned almost snow-white and was already wet with sweat. Even with Xuantian's Divine Enlightenment Technique, the rate of consumption of Tao Qi was still too much for him.
But what makes Wandong happy is that the fifty or sixty pieces of purple gold were finally completely melted and gathered together under Wandong's thoughts.
The heat of melting purple gold is many times more intense than that of ordinary iron. Even though Wandong's Tao Qi blocked most of the heat conduction, Xu Wenchuan and the others still couldn't bear it and kept retreating backwards.
In just half an hour, the Tao Qi in Wandong's body had been depleted by 80%. If it weren't for Wan Dong's will that was as strong as steel and his strong belief as support, Wan Wan would not have been able to bear it.
"Oh! What on earth is this kid going to do?" Seeing that Wandong's expression was very wrong, Xu Wenchuan just stamped his feet anxiously and kept chattering.
At this juncture, no one dared to intervene rashly even if they had the ability to stop it. If one thing goes wrong and Wandong is disturbed, no one dares to think about the consequences.
"Look! It doesn't seem like what my master forged is a sword!" Wang Yangde suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the purple-gold liquid slowly flowing in the air, with a look of surprise on his face.
"That's right, the sword won't be so thin or so long..." Hu Yue muttered.
"Is it a stick?" Wang Yangde shouted again.
Everyone's faces showed a strange look. This purple gold was so precious, and Wandong actually used it to cast a stick. It was really a waste of natural resources. A stick made of purple gold is, to a certain extent, inferior to a stick made of ordinary iron.
As a weapon, the stick requires a certain weight. Since ancient times, most people who use sticks have amazing arm strength. Only in this way can the power of the stick be unleashed. But purple gold is much lighter than ordinary iron. If it were made into a sword, it would be light, sharp, and invincible. But if it is cast into a stick, it has some inherent shortcomings. At most, it is stronger than those sticks made of ordinary iron, but its power is greatly reduced.
"It's not a stick! Look!" Xu Wenchuan's expression suddenly changed.
Everyone hurriedly looked around and saw that after the purple-gold liquid stretched to a certain length, the top suddenly expanded to both sides.
"It's a gun! It's a gun!" Wang Yangde was the first to shout. Everyone also came back to their senses, nodded one after another with admiration on their faces! (To be continued)