In the foundry room, the old swordsmith and his apprentices were still busy.

The charcoal fire, which emitted high temperatures, dyed the entire foundry red.

A group of sturdy foundries were clanging the swords in their hands.

The old swordsmith sat leisurely on the Taishi chair, drinking tea while looking at his busy disciples, and would give them some guidance from time to time.

Since Wang Zhiqun came to power, the entire Sect of All Living Beings has a higher demand for weapons.

That's why Wang Zhiqun went all the way to invite the old swordsmith back.

As for what exactly is the purpose of the Sect of All Beings in crafting these weapons?

In his opinion, the duty of their blacksmiths is very simple, that is, to create weapons that can be used, and it is not their business whether the owner of the weapon will use them to do evil, or to punish and eliminate evil.

Each weapon will meet a different owner, perhaps, a weapon will meet many masters in the life of the master, whether these masters are good or bad, is not at all something that their foundry can manage.

Cold iron is also considered a high-quality material in the world, and there are so many cold irons that can allow their apprentices to practice, which is the reason why the old swordsmith stayed.

Ning Rong'er, who was dressed in a white dress, walked to the sword-casting room with two divine swords, and knelt directly in front of the old swordsmith.

"Old man, please help me. ”

Saying that, Ning Rong'er dragged the long sword in her hand up.

"Isn't this Xuanyuan Gongzi's sword, how can this be?"

Seeing the sword in Ning Rong'er's hand, the old swordsmith's brows were twisted together, and he even forgot about this Tianshan woman and knelt down in front of him.

This sword was built by his own hands, and it was hammered thousands of times, and after thousands of hammers, there were no impurities in this sword, and a sword like this could fully withstand the force of ten thousand catties.

He couldn't even think of someone who could break the sword in half.

After a long time, the old swordsmith reacted, quickly put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked to Ning Rong'er's side, and helped the eldest lady of Tianshan Mountain up.

"Miss Ning, how could this sword be injured like this?"

The old swordsmith couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, according to Brother Xuanyuan, it should have been slashed by a very powerful enemy with another sword with a sword spirit!"

Ning Rong'er shook her head and said.

Listening to her words, the old swordsmith's brows tightened, this sword was forged by his own hands, and when it was cast, the blade of the sword was natural, and it absorbed a lot of blood, it can be said that this is a chosen sword, he couldn't understand what kind of sword could cut off such a sword.

Even if that sword possessed a sword spirit, it would be impossible to cut this demigod sword, which was already close to a divine sword, into two pieces.

"Master, please help me!"

Saying that, Ning Rong'er knelt on the ground again and kowtowed three times.

"Miss Ning, you don't have to be like this, you hurry up, you are the descendant of Tianshan Mountain, you are the master of sword casting, I really can't stand your worship, old man!"

The old swordsmith let out a long sigh and took another step forward, wanting to help Ning Rong'er up from the ground.

He can't stand Ning Rong'er's worship, all the people in Tianshan are sword casters, isn't it a sacrifice of his own life to worship himself?

"Master, I want you to promise me one thing, as long as you promise me this thing, I will get up immediately!"

Ning Rong'er is still very stubborn.

"Miss Ning, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, as long as I can do it old man, I will definitely do it!"

The old swordsmith said with a long sigh.

"Master, the matter of forging the sword will be handed over to you, in fact, I came this time to use my body to sacrifice this sword!"

"What? You're going to sacrifice your sword?"

The old swordsmith was very surprised, as a swordsmith, he naturally knew about the sword spirit, every sword will produce their own spirit, but it takes a certain amount of time for the sword spirit to be generated.

Of course, there is one kind of sword spirit, which is sacrificed with the flesh and blood of the master's closest relatives.

Two of the top ten divine swords, the cadre Mo Xie is a human sacrifice, so he will live in the ten great divine swords.

At the beginning, the master of sword casting got two pieces of divine iron, but he couldn't make a sword for a long time, Mo Xie couldn't bear to watch his husband tired, and he couldn't bear to see his husband being punished by the king, and finally jumped off the sword pool.

After Mo Xie jumped into the sword pool, the two pieces of divine iron melted, and the two divine swords were also baked.

Then the cadre Mo Ye was called, male and female double swords, where there are cadres, there will be Mo Evil, and where there is Mo Evil, there will be cadres.

"Brother Xuanyuan's sword doesn't have a sword spirit, I am willing to be the sword spirit of this sword to heal the wounds in his heart!"

Ning Rong'er said with a serious face.

"If that's the case, your soul will be trapped in this sword forever, and you won't even be able to enter reincarnation at that time, Miss Ning, sacrificing yourself is not a trivial matter, I hope you can think about it carefully!"

The old swordsmith closed his eyes, and even dared not look at the woman in front of him, he had been casting swords all his life, but he had never tried this sword-casting technique, in his opinion, the sword kills, it is not the fault of the sword, nor is it his own fault, it has a lot to do with the owner of the sword, but using this method to sacrifice the sword is the fault of the swordsmith.

At the beginning, Mo Ye and his wife had no way to do that.

"As a disciple of Tianshan, I naturally know the consequences of worshipping the sword with my body, as long as I can be by Brother Xuanyuan's side every day, what is there to be afraid of!"

Thinking of Xuanyuan Po, a touch of tenderness appeared on Ning Rong'er's face.

These days, whenever she sees Xuanyuan Po's sad face, she will feel inexplicably distressed, and these days, whenever she looks at Xuanyuan Po holding this broken sword in a daze, she will feel like a knife.

She knew that Xuanyuan Po didn't love her, but this couldn't change her feelings for Xuanyuan Po.

If you can be by Xuanyuan Po's side, even if you turn into a sword spirit, there is nothing you can't do.

After all, when Xuanyuan broke and carried that long sword, it was much more than when he accompanied him.

"Miss Ning, I ...... old man"

"Master, don't say it, all this is my willingness, as long as I can help Brother Xuanyuan, I am willing to do anything!"

After speaking, Ning Rong'er knocked her head to the ground again and raised the broken sword in her hand above her head.

"Hey......"

The old swordsmith let out a long sigh, and finally took the demigod sword that had been cut in two.

Then the old swordsmith retired his disciple, took Ning Rong'er to the side of the sword pool, and after making the mold, put the sword in.

The temperature in the furnace was very high, and soon the broken sword was burned red.

However, the two broken swords did not mean to melt, nor did they come together, as if they were two pieces of incompatible scrap metal.

At this time, Ning Rong'er jumped to the edge of the sword pool, looking at the sword that was broken in half, her face changed with various expressions, and the red fire dyed her face a pale red.

"Baby, don't be afraid, with your mother with you, we will stay with your father in the future and never leave!"

Ning Rong'er stroked her belly, her face full of kindness.

"Miss Ning, are you pregnant with Xuanyuan Gongzi's flesh and blood now?"

Hearing Ning Rong'er's words, the old swordsmith's brows tightened.

"yes, it's been almost three months!"

Ning Rong'er said with a smile.

Originally, when Xuanyuan Po came back, she wanted to tell Xuanyuan Po about the matter, but Xuanyuan Po came back with that lost soul, and she had no chance at all.

In order to be able to make Xuanyuan Po recover faster, Ning Rong'er could only do this.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, think about the child in your belly, after all, he hasn't been born yet, and he hasn't seen the world yet!"

The old swordsmith took a step forward, wanting to stop Ning Rong'er.

If Ning Rong'er really jumps like this, I'm afraid he won't be at peace in his heart for the rest of his life.

"Master, please tell Brother Xuanyuan that Rong'er didn't leave, Rong'er and the baby just stayed by his side in another way!"

Saying that, Ning Rong'er jumped into the sea of fire.

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