Mo Fan retracted his thoughts and took out his left hand. The insulated iron ball in the air shone brightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Mo Fan took out a gold glove and slowly put it on his left hand.
The golden gloves were made of unknown materials, but Mo Fan actually held the iron ball that was emitting a terrifying heat wave in his hand while wearing it.
Tsk!
The iron ball rubbed violently against the golden glove, and streams of green smoke floated out from above, showing how terrifying the heat of the iron ball was.
But the golden gloves were not melted. Mo Fan took the iron ball and frowned, quickly came to the iron platform next to him and placed the iron ball firmly on it.
boom!
In his right hand, a golden hammer suddenly appeared. A ray of light flashed, and the golden hammer hit the iron ball hard.
It is very simple to strike while the iron is hot. Mo Fan held the golden hammer and kept hitting the iron ball. The golden hammer was wrapped in light visible to the naked eye. Every time it was struck, a bright golden light flashed in the basement.
The dazzling golden light made it almost impossible to open one's eyes. Mo Fan's entire body was slowly covered with a layer of golden luster.
"The Clear Sky Hammer is really the Clear Sky Hammer."
There was nothing wrong with Xiao Chen at this time. He leaned against the wall and looked at the golden hammer in Mo Fan's hand in disbelief.
The Haotian Hammer, the legendary golden hammer that can turn decay into magic, is the artifact coveted by casters. It's a pity that this is the power that comes from the blood. Only those who awaken the Haotian Martial Spirit can have it, and it is impossible for outsiders to obtain it.
This was completely beyond Xiao Chen's expectation. He didn't expect that there really were descendants of the Haotian Sect in the world. No wonder he would easily say that he wanted to forge heaven-level soul weapons.
For those who have awakened the Clear Sky Hammer, as long as they have enough materials, it is absolutely easy to forge a heaven-level soul weapon.
Xiao Chen's heart boiled when he thought of this. After working hard for such a long time, it was definitely worth it to get a real heaven-level soul weapon.
Because the iron block was shot into the source of Dou Sheng, its hardness is several times harder than ordinary iron blocks. Cracking, crackling, it had been beaten several thousand times before it began to slowly deform.
The left hand wearing a gold glove kept changing the position of the iron block. Under the violent blows of the right hand, the left hand still controlled the iron block accurately.
This kind of multitasking technique is simply difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Usually, two people will work together at this time.
But Mo Fan was able to do it with only one person, which only shows that the descendants of the Clear Sky Hammer have talents in this area that even outsiders cannot match.
When the golden light flashed thousands of times again, the bright iron block finally took the rough shape of a knife. Mo Fan shot the sixth-level thunder-attributed demon core into it with a flick of his finger.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the Clear Sky Hammer hit the area where the demon core had just been embedded. An extremely bright light lit up, and the entire basement was filled with golden light.
Xiao Chen's eyes could no longer be opened, and then the golden light disappeared, and crackling electric lights jumped from the blade embryo.
"What a powerful demon core with thunder attribute." Xiao Chen was secretly shocked.
Nao Jiao, who had shot out the source of the Fighting Saint, had a faint shadow on her body, looking extremely weak. She stared closely at the heavenly weapon that was about to take shape, and the scene in front of her became blurry again.
In the scorching sun, in the desolate desert, a scarred man in black, holding a broken sword in his hand, walked slowly on the yellow sand, leaving deep footprints.
"Master Wooden, am I going to die soon?" A girl's voice suddenly floated above the broken sword.
The man in black was covered with horrific sword wounds, and blood dripped from his body onto the yellow sand with every step he took. Under the terrifying high temperature, his blood was not cut open by the temperature.
Above the continuous footprints, in this desolate desert, there was a road paved with blood, and the high sun made his figure look extremely sad.
Hearing the sound coming from the sword, a look of determination appeared on his face, and a smile appeared on his pale face, and he said: "You won't die, there are still three miles to go before Fengqing Palace is overthrown, they The palace master owes me a favor, and I will use their sacred stone to seal you."
There was a faint whisper from above the broken sword, and the girl inside seemed to be crying, with unparalleled sadness in her voice.
The man in black suddenly stopped, with a painful expression on his pale face, and said slowly: "Are you crying? I am so useless that I actually made you cry."
Above the nine heavens, in Fengqing Palace.
"Sang Mu, my father is in retreat and it is inconvenient to see you. Please leave."
"You don't want to see me, or you don't dare to see me." The man in black said calmly.
"You are so shameless. You, a dying man, actually came to us to ask for the sacred stone. What a big joke. Get out of here. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being cruel."
"Fengqing Palace, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, can't even keep its word. It's really unbelievable. However, I will determine this divine consciousness today."
"You are looking for death... How dare you kill me."
Before the young palace master of Fengqing Palace finished speaking, a blood hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and he looked at Sang Mu with a dead look. He never imagined that a dying man would dare to take action against him.
Sang Mu looked at the young master of Fengqing Palace who fell down with an indifferent expression, and said calmly: "Since you don't want to give it, then I will get it myself."
In the Qijiao Mountains, Sang Mu, who had snatched the sacred stone, returned to the cave with only one breath left.
With a look of absolute despair, he looked at the broken sword in his hand. The light flashed and the broken sword was embedded in the sacred stone. "After a thousand years, I hope you will find a master who will not make you cry."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Suzaku Seal planted in his body by the Palace Master of Fengqing Palace exploded. A flash of flames flashed through his body, and a fiery red Suzaku flew out of his body, and the Thunder Emperor Mulberry Tree turned into dust.
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Phew!
With a slap of Mo Fan's palm, the Nine Nether Yellow Spring water in the large vat stirred up a wave of water and landed on the completed soul weapon. The sudden fire is completed, and the last step of the heavenly soldiers is completed.
When the yellow spring water dissipated, a long black sword appeared on the stone platform, and countless electric lights bloomed from the blade.
Everyone in the basement could feel the terrifying power contained in the lightning, and Xiao Chen even felt a tremor in his body.
At the same time, in the sky above the blacksmith shop, dark clouds continued to thunder, and streaks of lightning ripped out thunderbolts in the air. This was a vision of the birth of heavenly soldiers.
Feeling the strange phenomena in the world, Mo Fan quickly said: "Master Xiao, come here quickly and recognize the master, otherwise this soul soldier will become ownerless."
Xiao Chen came to his senses and quickly walked over to the soul soldiers on the iron platform. The shape alone perfectly meets Xiao Chen's requirements. The streamlined blade is almost comparable to the Tiansuo Zangetsu Sword after the swastika in Bleach.
Looking at the new heaven-level soul soldier, Xiao Chen held back his excitement and held it in his hands. The lightning disappeared in an instant, and the black blade was filled with restrained brilliance.
From the moment Xiao Chen held the handle of the knife, the vision of heaven and earth outside the house immediately disappeared, the thick dark clouds dispersed, and the sun hit the ground again.
"It's such a good sword. Let's call you Yueying. You will be my Yueying sword from now on. I will never let you break again." Xiao Chen said in admiration.
At this moment, Xiao Chen suddenly found that the surrounding space began to distort. After a moment, he found himself on a desolate mountaintop platform.
Feeling that there seemed to be a pair of eyes behind him, staring at him, Xiao Chen quickly turned around. He saw a pale man in black looking at him.
Xiao Chen was shocked. This man appeared behind him, but he didn't feel anything at all. And just standing there quietly like that gave Xiao Chen supreme pressure.
He quickly released his consciousness, but was surprised to find that his consciousness could not escape within this space.
But he calmed down immediately, because he didn't feel any murderous intent in the man in front of him.
"Who are you and where are you here?" Xiao Chen said to the man in confusion.
The man looked at the Yueying knife in Xiao Chen's hand and said slowly: "Yueying, what a good name."
The next moment, the knife in Xiao Chen's hand suddenly appeared in the man's hand. Xiao Chen was startled and was about to make a move. But he found that his body seemed to be imprisoned, unable to move at all, and he could not even close his slightly opened lips.
The man held the Moon Shadow Knife, posed in a strange posture, and then made no movement. On the top of the mountain, the cold wind kept blowing, making the tips of his hair dance, completely exposing the pale water chestnuts.
Even if Xiao Chen is a man, he has to mentally say that he is a man of unparalleled magnificence. If placed on earth, he would definitely make those so-called idol male stars feel inferior.
Slowly, Xiao Chen understood what the posture of the person in front of him meant. It was a starting position of the Origin of Fighting Saint, a variety of attacking techniques.
This person seems to want to teach him how to fight the saints and let him realize something. The strength of the person in front of him must be extraordinary. This opportunity cannot be missed.
Xiao Chen quickly calmed down and observed carefully. When he was fully focused, Xiao Chen found strangely that the person in front of him seemed to be moving, but he was clearly standing where he was and not moving at all.
There seemed to be a set of extremely mysterious sword skills that appeared in his mind, but the next moment, the sword skills were astonishingly powerful. But it turned into a sword technique that destroyed the world, and a moment later it turned into a spear technique that shook the world like a violent storm.
When his mind became clear, the scene in his eyes changed to the man standing motionless with a knife in his hand.
Xiao Chen tried to simulate a killing move in his mind to attack the person in front of him, but every time he got close, he would be cut through by the person with a knife. No matter what the attack method was, it would be broken.
He also used his attacks that were a thousand times more violent, breaking all laws with one move, and moving the world with one sword.
Xiao Chen flicked his fingers and suddenly found that he could move, and the Moon Shadow Knife returned to his hand. Xiao Chen quickly said: "Thank you, senior, for your teaching. I dare to ask senior for his name."
The man did not answer Xiao Chen's question, but said to himself: "The source of fighting saints, the energy of attack, don't worry about weapons, don't worry about tricks, one move can defeat all methods, and one move can move the world."
"Remember not to make her cry."
After saying that, a huge Lei Peng flew from the bottom of the mountain, and the man jumped on the Lei Peng and fled away.
This strange space disappeared, and the scene in the basement returned to Xiao Chen's field of vision.