Po Luo nodded.
Seeing that Shi Fan Ling is not going to help them, then they have to overcome all difficulties themselves.
A group of witches and wizards flew up to the top of the volcano, where the fire was soaring into the sky and extremely hot. The witches and wizards had thick armor made of horn-like material all over their bodies, which could not completely resist the scorching heat.
Po Luo also arranged a hard barrier for each of the witches, but it still made it difficult for them to breathe, as if they were in a sea of fire.
How could you stay there for three days in such harsh conditions
Po Luo thought about it and decided that she couldn't stay here for three days. She chose to put the materials on the top of the volcano, then flew down the mountain with a group of gods and witches, and returned to Shifan Ling.
Shi Fan Ling said: "You should watch the materials melt and stay there for three days to show your piety."
Po Luo didn't speak.
There was a trace of sarcasm on Shifanling's lips, and Po Luo said: "If we stay up there for three days, our witch clan will definitely be buried in it. This must not be done."
It's really not necessary.
Shi Fanling sat down cross-legged and looked at the top of the volcano. There was the sword-making material on the top of the volcano, but the red fire blocked everything and he couldn't see it. He closed his eyes, thinking about Meng Li's presence there. It was experiencing the pain of burning fire.
Po Luo looked at the flaming red stones on the ground. They were so hot that he couldn't sit on the ground. He didn't know how Shi Fanling sat down.
She said to the witches: "Let's pray for Meng Li together."
After that, Shi Fanling could hear the sound of incantations that lasted for three days. The prayers of the witches and wizards were actually not without effect. There was a unique and gentle force flowing towards the top of the volcano.
In the past three days, Meng Li went through hell. She didn't know where she was sent, but she could feel that the material was being burned by fire, and her soul also felt the pain of burning fire.
And the material did not give up extracting her power just because it was being burned. It was still extracting it at a constant speed.
It hurt so much that Meng Li just wanted to destroy himself. She wanted to destroy herself all the time in order to be free. She didn't want to endure this inhuman torture for a second.
Meng Li didn't expect that he would face such a weak willpower moment so soon...
There are also Wenqing, You Yun, Shifanling, and there are people she cares about in this world. Does she really want to give up
She had endured so much for so long, and the pain had never left her in the past few years.
She also wanted to see the light, and she tried her best to encourage herself, but her wailing became more tragic and sharp. After two days, she didn't want to live anymore. Her willpower was finally destroyed, and she really couldn't stand it anymore.
She didn’t know how long it would take. This was just the beginning. It was so painful. Her mind was filled with thoughts of ignoring the urge to self-destruct. She really didn’t want to care about the rest. She didn’t want to care about anything. She just wanted to Escape quickly, get rid of the pain that is worse than death, and leave everything else behind. What does the vast number of creatures have to do with her, and what does the vast world have to do with her...
"Meng Li, hold on." When Meng Li's willpower was at its weakest, the voice of Shifan Ling came from her mind.
Since she came in, she has never heard another sound. The boundless darkness inside frightened her, and the depression made her go crazy. Suddenly hearing the voice of Shifan Ling seemed to make Meng Li see the light. .
"Where are you? Where are you?" Meng Li looked for him hesitantly, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"This is just a ray of consciousness that I left deep in your soul. It will appear when your willpower is weakest. Please persist and never give up." Shifanling's voice came again, Meng Li broke down and burst into tears: "But I am in so much pain, so much pain."
"I will be free if I die."
After she finished speaking, she expected Shifan Ling to respond to her, but unfortunately there was no more Shifan Ling's voice. Meng Li fell into the boundless and lonely darkness again, this darkness that made people mad, this made people anxious. The darkness, and the excruciating burning pain.
How much sin did she, Meng Li, have to commit to be burned by fire like this? Where on earth was she, and what kind of fire was she being burned by
Shi Fanling looked up at the top of the volcano and murmured: "It only took two days. Two days destroyed her willpower. This eternal night fire is so powerful."
Po Luo was concentrating on reciting the incantation and was not interrupted by Shi Fan Ling's words.
Shi Fanling sighed deeply, closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and recited an unknown mantra in his mouth. Every word from his mouth seemed to turn into power, and he headed towards the top of the volcano. The power entered Among the materials for making swords.
The material in the firelight is now red and in a semi-melted state.
Meng Li was awakened by the World Order when her willpower was weakest, causing her to give up her intention of self-destruction. She just suffered in it alive, her wailing never stopping.
"It's been three days." The witches stopped chanting and stood up. Shifanling took out a box and handed it to Po Luo. Po Luo nodded: "Thank you."
She flew up with the witches and wizards to the top of the volcano. The whole clan formed a circle in mid-air with a very pious attitude. With a pious attitude, they took out all the materials and put them in the box given by Shifan Ling. inside.
At first she thought the box was too small. After all, the material was one meter long, half a meter wide, and half a meter high. Even if it melted, the box would not fit in it. Who would have expected that the box would fit just right. For some reason, after the material melted, It actually became a lot less.
Everything was actually planned by Shi Fan Ling. Po Luo frowned, feeling that this Shi Fan Ling was unfathomable.
How could this material be reduced so much out of thin air? Could it be that part of it was lost after melting? She remembered, however, that Shi Fan Ling initially asked her to bring all the materials with her, but she was afraid that she would not finish the materials.
Po Luo picked up the box and felt it carefully, but found that the weight was the same as when it was delivered to the top of the volcano. This proved that the material was still that heavy, but the volume had changed and there was no loss.
In the past, when I saw so much material, I thought it was more than enough to make one sword, but now it seems that I can only make just one sword.
Po Luo took the box and a group of witches and wizards down to the top of the volcano. Shifan Ling looked at the faces of the witches and saw that they all became extremely bad.
The first time they went to the top of the volcano had a great impact on them. After they came down, they prayed for Meng Li non-stop for three days to bless him. They went up to the top of the volcano again without any respite. Once again, the witches and wizards couldn't bear it anymore.
Being so far away from the top of the volcano, they felt fear just looking at the top of the volcano. The surrounding area was extremely hot and the soles of their feet were extremely hot. They had reached the limit of their endurance. That was all. They just wanted to leave quickly.