After a hammer of money told the prince the secret of the ghost black market, his aura changed obviously, as if he could finally let go of the heavy pressure on his back.
After a short break, the master craftsman in the world raised the Bijing Hammer again: "I will tell you this big secret. As long as you hold the unold coffin and release the soul of No. 0, you will be able to release the gods and ghosts. The black market is completely wiped from the world! If one day you feel that the black market is not saved, just do it!"
The prince's hollow eyes looked at the fire: "Even if the black market of gods and ghosts is truly evil, I will never let Zero harm other innocent creatures for this reason."
One hammer of gold smiled and said: "The law of punishment...I admire the most. Just ask me casually. If it is true that the day when the black market of gods and ghosts must be destroyed, is there any way you can have the best of both worlds?"
Although the prince shook his head, he did not seem to be embarrassed at all: "There is no now, but as long as you are willing to think, there will be no unsolvable problems in the world."
The smile of the gold medalist is even more obvious: "Haha! Yeah, I have come up with a way, you are like a craftsman!"
The prince looked at the gold medal with sympathetic eyes: "Whether it is the magister or the master craftsman, they are all using their own creativity and skills to turn their thoughts and visions into entities after being tempered. So, you I'm all the same...craftsman, right?"
Thousands of dollars bowed his head: "The craftsman... can see you, rest assured to tell you the secret, this is really great!"
The prince looked at the back of the golden hammer: "Similarly, it is a great honor to see the magical forging skills of the golden hammer!"
"Do you say that my forging technology is like magic?" The eyes of a hammer of gold gradually glowed with compelling brilliance: "Unfortunately, I have no chance to see the stunning stunt of the curse of natural disasters!"
After hearing the words of a thousand dollars, the prince suddenly had a bad feeling: "What does this sentence mean?"
He smiled without saying a word, he looked back at the prince, and his whole person seemed to merge with the lingering smoke.
His withered body suddenly regained its burly shape as if it had been moisturized by an elixir.
He is like a grandmaster gathering his mind, holding the Bijing hammer and closing his eyes intently.
From the body of a hammer of gold, the prince felt an awe-inspiring power that was very similar to magical power converging, and he was about to come out with the breath of a hammer of gold like a wave of waves!
A hammer of gold opened his eyes, and those eyes looked like two fires in a furnace: "The fire of my remaining life will be ignited on this immortal coffin!!"
"clang!!!"
The first hammer, a dazzling light radiated from the whole body of the gold hammer, a huge and pure power, flowing down the Bijing hammer to the magic silver coffin!
"clang!!!"
With the second hammer, Qingyue's agitated voice hovered, and the clouds in the sky swirled down, and a huge light enveloped the entire Wujinfang!
"clang!!!"
With the third hammer, the burly body of a golden daughter withered again, and there was a fire mark like embers all over her body, and it made a crisp sound of collapse.
"clang!!!"
The fourth hammer, the Bijing hammer burst out a strong light, and the powerful force like a tornado tore the entire waste kiln to dust in an instant!
The golden body is rapidly turning to ashes, but his eyes are brighter than ever.
This king is in the casting world, with an indescribable look in his eyes: "I have left my life's experience on the coffin of the immortality. If I meet someone who is qualified to pass on, I will entrust the secrets on it to me. he!"
The prince's cold face finally moved, and he took a step forward: "What are you going to do? I just want to reinforce the magic silver coffin!"
"After finishing this job, I don't have much nostalgia for this world! Thank God for letting me meet you, and I can finally leave with peace of mind..." A hammer of gold raised his head, looking forward to the depths of the sky: "Zero The devil, the ancestor’s coffin, and the secrets of the black market of the gods and ghosts are entrusted to you, the Prince of Persia!!"
"clang!!!!"
For the last hammer, only the arm holding the Bijing hammer was swung down in the air...
The Bijing Hammer lost its master, like a tear piercing the prince’s eyes...
A hammer of gold was completely turned into a blazing and dazzling pile of ashes, and the magic silver coffin screamed abruptly, emitting a brilliant sacred brilliance, as if it was mourning that the blood of the hammer of gold was cut off.
Immediately afterwards, in the ashes of a hammer of gold, a certain unstoppable willpower rushed into the sky with the light that illuminates the entire sky!
The prince knew that although the shell of a golden hammer was reduced to ashes, but the will was sublimated into an immortal light and soared away...
When a hammer of gold ran out of life energy and swung the first hammer, the power that made the heavens and the earth changed their colors, alarmed the entire black market of gods and ghosts.
The powerful and determined upper army of soldiers was also shocked by the huge power that spread out from Wu Jinfang.
And those craftsmen who listened attentively, thumping their chests and tearing up the records, sat on the ground and cried loudly.
The onlookers didn't know the truth, but they were experts who heard it very clearly. It was the sound of a hammer of gold that burned out their lives!
They cried to themselves, because the last few falling hammers that moved the world was a realm that they could never reach in their entire lives.
They also cried for money, because the king of the foundry fell, and the blood of Wujinfang was cut off from generation to generation. I don't know how many times it will take before there will be a legend who can reproduce such magical skills again.
Since then, there will be no one in the world!
The prince looked guiltily at the ashes of a hammer of gold, a commission, but did not expect it to end in this way. He tortured himself in his heart: Are you the murderer who caused the death of a thousand dollars
The prince looked around at the surrounding ruins, Wu Jinfang had been razed to the ground, and the apprentices who did not know that Master had passed away were buried under tools and carbon dust and still unconscious.
The prince grabbed the chain and carried the magic silver coffin, feeling a huge heaviness on his shoulders.
A hammer of gold for him burned his life to improve the ultimate sound, not only retains the secret art of the king of craftsmen, but also seals the disaster of world extinction, and it is directly related to the fate of the gods and ghosts black market and the entire world.
But at this moment, he did not have time to look at the reborn magic silver coffin, because the cries from a distance entered the ears of the prince, and at the same time, the sound of well-trained footsteps was advancing here neatly and uniformly.
The upper legions of the four demi-human races found that the situation was different and began to surround here.
The prince walked quickly to the ashes of a golden hammer, and reached out to pick up the Bijing hammer that fell into it: "I will definitely find someone worthy of your secret!"
The thick smoke and dust that Wu Jinfang turned into ruins began to dissipate, and the prince's figure gradually blurred like a light smoke that faded with the wind.
After the prince left, You Zhongtong, who led the cat-man high-ranking army, rushed to the original site of the abandoned kiln first.
"Meow..." Standing on the shoulders of a sturdy cat warrior, You Zhongtong looked at the mess in front of him, his mind filled with unreal feelings.
The forging sacred place that the ghost black market is so proud of suddenly turned everyone into ruins unexpectedly.
As the patriarch of the cat, You Zhongtong's regret, sadness, self-blame, and bewilderment became a mess in his heart: "Meow... not only the black market of ghosts and ghosts, the death of a thousand dollars is the loss of the entire world. It's so sad...not at all. Time to say goodbye..."
You Zhongtong's keen eyes locked on the remaining ashes of a hammer of gold all at once. He jumped off the warrior's shoulders and carefully observed the ashes: "This ashes... has the whole body and body burned out? Why did he do this?"
You Zhongtong raised his head and said to a catman officer: "A hammer of gold has burned his life. The last work he left behind must be extraordinary! Where is it?"
The Catman officer replied at once: "Report to the patriarch! The final work of the one-shot daughter is two armors, which have been transferred to the werewolf army to escort the two clients to their respective residences."
You Zhongtong squinted his eyes while looking at Ash. Suddenly, the fur on his whole body stood up, and he made a sharp hiss in rage: "Stupid! The two armors have been built, why would they burn out their lives and cause celestial phenomena? "
"A single hammer of gold has clearly created something more important than your own life! I didn't even notice such a simple thing, what's the use of keeping you?" You Zhongtong hissed his paw in the air and waved, the catman officer's face Shang immediately showed a horrified expression, and then his head was weirdly spinning more than a dozen times on his shoulders, and finally he made a sour sound of flesh and blood falling into the dust.
Seeing the patriarch furious, the faces of the other cat warriors were depressed and heavy, as serious as a gloomy dark sculpture.
"Meow! I'm mad at me! Meow!!!" You Zhongtong screamed in anger, staring at the corpse, and instructed the cat soldiers: "Give me an order to unite with the other tribal armies and bring the Cat People Autonomous Region immediately. Martial law! If anyone is found to be carrying someone with exquisite workmanship, or who is suspected of carrying a piece of gold, no matter who he is, he will be detained for review! Also, immediately control the onlookers and these apprentices, and ask what is inside Wujinfang. what happened!"
The catman warrior took his order and left, while You Zhongtong said to Ash with emotion: "Meow...you must have entrusted that masterpiece made at the cost of life to someone you trust very much. People? But even the patriarch of Chéng Rén, who watched you grow up, didn’t know anything about it... It can be seen how deep your resentment towards the Lord and the ghosts and the black market is..."
"Meow!" You Zhongtong's pupils and nose suddenly twitched at the same time. Cats have been inextricably linked to magic since ancient times, and the cat people are extremely sensitive to magic!
You Zhongtong's body twisted restlessly, as if he was about to pounce on the prey: "The traces of magic power... Meow... Someone has used magic here..." His eyes suddenly let out a faint fierce light: "Also. The aftermath of the power of magic silver! And it's a big one! Is that the prince of Persia? Meow hee hee... The arrogant underworld executioner, how dare you take away the legacy that should belong to the Lord... I'm here Go and tear you to pieces!" (End of this chapter)