On the funeral peak in the deepest part of the battlefield, Wu Huan's body, which had been sitting cross-legged for a long time and had not moved, suddenly opened his eyes, and almost at the same time, the fine blood instantly occupied all the whites of Wu Huan's eyes, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and the whole face was covered with protruding blood vessels, which was extremely terrifying, and two bloody tears were left along the corners of his eyes, in fact, not only the corners of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears were bleeding, and it could really be called seven orifices of blood, and it was even more turbulent under the starry sky, and the shock wave composed of soul power swept across the entire starry sky, and countless big stars were washed out of position, and the starry sky was suddenly in chaos。 Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You two dead fat men remember it for me!" The disintegration of the doppelganger brought a greater impact on Wuhuan than expected, and it took three months for Wuhuan to completely recover from the impact, and it was very distressing to lose a clone Wuhuan but remembering that the two fat men were still alive and kicking outside, it was a burst of anger rising, if Wuhuan knew that it took nearly a year for the two of them to recover their peak afterwards, I don't know if there would be a balance in my heart.

After complaining, Wuhuan buried his head in climbing the mountain again, and walked to the top of the Burial Soldier Peak little by little in the rhythm of walking three steps back and two steps, the starry sky of Zhihai continued to expand under the impact of the mind of ten thousand soldiers, and there were more and more big stars in the sky, and a two kinds of golden Burial Soldier Peak mixed with each other floated and fell above the sea of stars, if you look closely, you will find that the Burial Soldier Peak in the sea of Wuhuan is a little different from this one in the outside world, the mountain is more precipitous, the momentum is more sharp, and although the two are very similar but not the same under the adjustment of a hundred battles.

After countless cycles of sunrise and sunset, Wu Huan finally climbed to the top of the Burial Soldier Peak, and his soul realm also climbed to the middle level, shining like a silver moon on the entire sea of knowledge and stars.

Wu Huan, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, couldn't help but think at this time, now that a person has reached this position, where is the next path of cultivation?

The road related to oneself cannot tolerate the slightest sloppiness of Wuhuan, after thinking about it for a long time, Wuhuan still has no clue, but none of the predecessors have countless experiences that are suitable for him, even if Huo Li's road of using himself as a furnace to temper himself and transform himself into the strongest of heaven and earth feels that it does not match himself.

"Damn, I really have a headache!" Wuhuan sat for a long time with a blank face, and when he was really bored, he unconsciously took out a bunch of materials and melted them into juice under the smelting of his own fire, and kneaded them at will in a boring state of mind, just like a child playing with plasticine to make the shape he was interested in.

One will be a knife, another will be a sword, and then a protrusion will be directly turned into a sledgehammer, kneading with both hands, all kinds of spirit soldiers are circulating in their hands, playing with an inexplicable ethereal spirit swept in, the heart moves at will, and Wuhuan completely falls into an instinctive casting, and the materials in his hands are becoming more and more irregular, not limited to common spirit soldiers, and the posture has become strange.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Huan's movements in his hands suddenly stopped, and his consciousness returned again, and when he saw the things in his hand, he smiled bitterly, and he was bored enough to be distracted.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing, the sword is not a sword, the sword is not a sword, and if you say that it is a stick, some people believe it!" Phantom Shiyuan's voice suddenly sounded and teased, it is true that the style of the thing in Wuhuan's hand is sword-shaped, but it is not sharpened, like an iron rod, if you take a closer look, this iron rod still has a little arc, like a knife, but the top is suddenly tightened, as sharp as a cone.

"Say it's a sword, it's not sharp enough, it's not sharp, it's not sharp, it's not a stick, it's not long and it's not heavy, you won't be distracted just now!" Phantom Shiyuan continued to tease, in the depths of this desolate battlefield where birds don't, chickens don't lay eggs, and there is not even a single grass, ridiculing Wuhuan has become one of the few pleasures in the fantasy world.

"How is it possible, I ......" Wu Huan wanted to refute, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but it quickly disappeared, and the unspoken words were directly gone.

"Hey, hey, boy, you won't get distracted again, it's not a good precursor to Alzheimer's!" Phantom Shiyuan teased.

"Old ghost, you say it again!" Wu Huan suddenly whispered.

"Cut, I'm angry, isn't it!"

"Speak quickly!" Wu Huan suddenly roared, very urgent.

"Listen, you kid......" Phantom Shiyuan was stunned for a moment, and when he heard Wu Huan's urgency, he didn't ridicule and repeated again, but before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Wu Huan.

"It's not this sentence, it's the previous sentence!" said Wu Huan.

"Let's say it's a sword......" Illusory Fate repeated.

"Sharp, sharp, heavy......" Wuhuan didn't pay attention to the phantom world, but said something to himself.

"This kid can't have thought of something, right?" Phantom Shiyuan muttered but didn't bother Wu Huan, just like this, Wuhuan was alone, sometimes muttering and sometimes pondering, and the sun behind him walked from under him to the top of his head again and again and then set back.

Wu Huan's thinking took a long time, and when he exhaled a long breath, a kind of vitality actually appeared in him, this feeling is said to be enlightened, and the popular point is to figure out the problem that has plagued him for a long time.

"What did you think of?" asked Phantom Shiyuan.

"What is a spirit soldier?" Wu Huan asked instead of answering the Phantom World Yuan.

"Damn, you don't think about things stupidly, what else can a spirit soldier be, that's a weapon, aren't you just a weapon, why did you think about it for so long and finally forgot your old job, congratulations!"

"What's a weapon?" Wuhuan still asked.

"Come on, Baizhan kid, this master is crazy!" said Illusory World Yuan speechlessly.

"You can fight, no, you can kill, no, what you hold in your hand is a weapon!" Bai Zhan replied without paying attention to the illusory world.

"Is this a weapon?" Wu Huan said as he picked up the things he had made before, the flames in his hands melted into iron juice together, and a boxy piece of iron appeared in his hand with both hands pressed into the air.

"Yes!" Hyaksan affirmed.

"Cut, isn't this just an iron brick, what kind of weapon!" Phantom Shiyuan pouted in disbelief.

"Really?" Wu Huan finally responded to the illusory world, and the soul mobilized its own true element together to emerge into countless instrument patterns from the void and hit into this iron block, after the instrument pattern was finished, Wu Huan began to draw the inscription with his hand, and the inscription was thousands, but the illusory world saw that it was all an inscription, and the most basic inscription effect was --- aggravated.

Wu Huan's casting action was very fast, and after a while, a green-level spirit soldier was freshly baked, this spirit soldier had no other characteristics, it was a huge piece of iron, and it was very heavy, very heavy, and after blessing an unknown number of weighted inscriptions, a palm-sized piece would not be much lighter than a hill.

"Is this a seal or a brick?" asked Phantom Shiyuan.

"What do you say!" Wu Huan didn't care about the illusory world anymore but the flames in his hand rose again, and the newborn spirit soldier turned into a puddle of liquid again after a while, and then Wu Huan pointed in and twisted a filament and flicked it out, and the puddle of liquid was suddenly made into a filament dozens of zhang long.

"Is this a weapon?" Wuhuan asked again.

"No!" Phantom Shiyuan should have said yes, but he just didn't say it.

Wu Huan smiled slightly, and the inscription of the device pattern rose again into the filament, a filament glowing with green light flew in the air, Wu Huan took out a piece of raw ore and threw it directly into the sky, and with a shake of his hand, the filament crossed the surface of the raw ore, and in the blink of an eye, the fist-sized ore was fossilized into a pile of sand and gravel scattered with the wind.

"Is it only sharp!" "Phantom Shiyuan was thinking about the inscription that Wu Huan had broken into the filament before, and it was all the same as before--- sharp.

"Is this a weapon?" Wu Huan asked the Phantom World for the third time, and the filament in his hand was melted by him again, and a long needle that was more than three feet slender was sharp, and the tip was sharp and pressing.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" Phantom Shiyuan said that he had surrendered.

"Whether it is a spirit soldier or a mortal soldier, as long as it is a weapon, it is nothing more than a composition of several characteristics, the tip of the sword, the sharpness of the blade, the thickness of the sword spine, the characteristics of different swords are different in all aspects, the spine of the heavy sword is extremely heavy, sharp and sharp, but secondly, the thin sword is extremely sharp, sharp and heavy, it doesn't matter, not only swords, knives, guns, sticks, halberds, axes, etc., the essence of the so-called weapons is actually the same, nothing more than these characteristics!" Wu Huan said slowly.

"So what! Weapons are originally a certain medium to release combat power, and the characteristics you said actually have no effect on your combat power, and it is more related to your refining level, if I was not wrong just now, you cast it casually and naturally, and created a spirit soldier full of spirituality, this should be what your forger said about the heart-beating realm!"

"That's right, but one thing you said is wrong, weapons don't necessarily have to be cast, my hand, the fist is heavy or strong, the palm can be sharp and incomparable, and the finger is indestructible!" Wu Huan spread out his hand and grasped the fist into a palm and raised his fingers.

"It makes some sense, but it seems to be the same as your senior brother's 'Battle Body Soldier' concept, he tempered his body into the first soldier in the interstellar world!"

"It's very similar, but I can't do his extreme, he pays attention to me, I only take that kind of artistic conception, not to mention that our cultivator's own true yuan doesn't have this characteristic except for tangible things?" Wu Huan asked rhetorically.

"Oh, I want to hear it!" "Phantom World Fate motioned for Wu Huan to continue.

"The fierceness of the fire, the sharpness of the wind, the hardness of the ice, the thickness of the earth, the fierceness of the thunder, these attributes can be said to be weapons, there is a saying in sword cultivation that everything in heaven and earth can be a sword, so everything in the world is not my weapon!" Wu Huan roared in a low voice, and the prototype of his own enchantment suddenly opened, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi within a radius of hundreds of zhang rioted, and one after another incomplete spirit soldiers appeared in the air, and the Phantom World Yuan could feel that these spirit soldiers were not transformed by Wuhuan True Yuan, but manipulated the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in this enchantment, and they were moving.

"You use the Burial Soldier Peak as the center to command this Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to fight for you!" Phantom Shiyuan was surprised, because what Wu Huan thought was really enough to shock him.

"This is just a preliminary assumption, I vaguely feel that there is a common point on top of these characteristics, whether it is sharp or sharp, there must be a limit to it, so what is their limit?" Wu Huan said a little confused.

"The limit of everything is destruction, damn, you kid won't have comprehended the law of destruction!"