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Imperial Realm.

The boundary stone is huge, and the words on it are magnificent, with majesty but with a hint of gentleness.

Inside the Imperial Realm, an iceberg began to melt slowly. When the iceberg melted, a snow-white beast stood up from the water, shook the droplets on its body, looked at its surroundings, and then licked its paws and stretched its waist.

I opened my mouth as if I was about to growl, and then ... And then...

Ha~~~

Yawned.

The little beast was really ready, and took two steps cautiously, and the comfort and softness of stepping on the grass made the little beast jump.

After jumping for a long time, the little beast stopped, looked around in confusion, and for a moment, suddenly realized that he patted his little head and shook his head.

What time is it?

Ye Ling left the forest where the lightning strike wood was, and he was not as calm as he was in front of the old tree. Put the lightning strike wood branch given by the old tree in your hand and look at it carefully.

The branch was charred black, and Ye Ling slashed at the branch with a knife.

Hammer -

There was a sound of gold and stone handing over, and a few drops of blood flowed from Ye Ling's palm.

The hardness of this branch was really beyond Ye Ling's imagination, making Ye Ling believe that what the old tree said was true, and this branch was really comparable to some sect master-level magic weapons.

"This branch ... Yeling held the branch and scratched her head, "What should I do?"

This branch is said to be a branch, and it is too long and too thick. So Yeling didn't think about what to do with the branch.

You can't just take this and pick it up.。。。

Ye Ling had a headache, I really didn't know what to do, I was originally a physical stream, my body was comparable to some magic weapons, and Ye Ling really didn't know how to use weapons.

Midnight.

Ye Ling didn't continue to study the branch, but concentrated on cultivating.

Cultivating his own imperial canon, he also cultivates the gods to break the doom.

Speaking of which, this exercise created by the Divine Venerable for someone, Ye Ling has been cultivating, but now he has encountered some bottlenecks, and the cultivation of the gods to break the doom is completely caused by Ye Ling forgetting the exercises he should practice when he lost his memory.

But now that Ye Ling has regained his memory, why does he continue to cultivate the gods to break the doom?

The truth is only known to Ye Ling.

The gods are doomed... God... Doom... bid farewell

Ye Ling's eyes lit up suddenly. The Divine Destruction was created by the Divine Venerable, and the weapon used by the Divine Venerable is the sword!

Ye Ling hurriedly flipped through the gods to find a trace of the written record of the gods' swordsmanship.

。。。 Ye Ling slowly looked through it little by little.

Finally, in the last chapter, I found a word-

Chop!

Ye Ling frowned, looking at the word.

This was originally an exercise created by the gods for someone, so why did there be a chopping word at the end?

Is this what the deity means? What exactly does the deity mean?

What does this word mean?

Ye Ling was a little dazed, and immediately looked firmly at the southeast.

The place where the cave where the deity has left its mark is located.

In this place, tens of thousands of years ago, there were still many people who came to watch the exercises of the gods, and now although there are some people here to watch, they are basically negligible.

Ye Ling closed his eyes, and was even more determined to go to the Divine Venerable to sit down.

Ye Ling's heart was as calm as water, and he thought about what shape his weapon should be made.

But. Now how can I build a weapon, this branch is extremely hard, and I have no way to build a weapon.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Ling stood up, stood stiff for a long time, sat down, got up again, and sat down again.

Finally, Ye Ling gritted his teeth and walked towards the forest where the lightning strike wood was.

"Little friend, what do you mean by going and returning?" the branches of the old tree swayed.

Ye Ling put his hands behind his back, holding the lightning strike wood branch given by the old tree in his hand, and smiled slightly embarrassedly, "Senior... ”

Lao Shu glanced behind Ye Ling, and said with a smile, "Isn't there no way for Xiaoyou to take this branch?"

Ye Ling's intention was broken by Lao Shu's words, and he blushed slightly, "Don't say it so bluntly, I'll be very shameless." ”

"Hahahaha. The old tree laughed and said, "This branch of the lightning struck wood is really not something that a cultivator like you can get, and even if a saint wants to use it, it will take some thought." ”

"But you didn't leave there, you know you can't get it and you know to come back to me, that's good!

The old tree laughed as he stretched out his branch and took the branch from Ye Ling's hand.

"Little friend, what do you want to do with this branch?"

Ye Ling looked at the old tree and said, "Sword, I want a sword." ”

"What style?" the old tree continued.

Ye Ling frowned for a moment, moved his hands in unison, and sketched the outline of a sword in the air, "The long sword, about three feet and five inches long, and about five inches wide. ”

Old Shu thought about the sword that Ye Ling wanted to forge, and the branches trembled, "Are you sure you want to make such a long sword, I will say more, this is no longer like a long sword, more like a broadsword." ”

Ye Ling nodded, but then asked, "Is the hardness of this lightning strike really comparable to a sect master-level magic weapon?"

"Yes. ”

"Okay, I'm tired of my seniors. Ye Ling arched his hand to the old tree.

The old tree stopped talking, put the lightning strike wood in front of him, and began to forge Ye Ling's weapon, the long sword.

Ye Ling looked at the old tree for a moment, then sat down cross-legged.

Long.

The branches of the old tree lightly touched Ye Ling a few times, and Ye Ling opened his eyes, "Is it done?"

"Nope. Lao Shu said unhurriedly, "Little friend, the old man watched your exercises, did you also practice the Thunder Method?"

Ye Ling looked at the old tree in confusion and nodded lightly.

"Good. The old tree shook its branches, "Little friend, for a while you are like this branch that has been releasing your thunder power." ”

"Yes," Ye Ling didn't ask Lao Shu why, and simply agreed.

"Let's get started!" exclaimed the old tree.

Ye Ling's body was covered with thunder, and a purple thunderbolt slashed towards the thunderbolt wood.

The sky suddenly became dark, and Ye Ling and Old Tree were so focused on forging their weapons that they didn't notice the change in the sky.

"It's done. The old tree screamed, and Ye Ling hurriedly collected his work.

The old tree branched out and wanted to pick up the floating jet-black sword.

Zizi-boom-boom

Before the branches of the old tree touched the long sword, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and slashed straight at the long sword.

The lightning strike wood in the forest began to tremble.

"How can it be so early?"

"Obviously there is no millennium!"

"What the hell is going on?"

The old tree also had a grim face, and hurriedly withdrew the branches, for fear that this thunder would affect him and wait for the lightning to strike the wood to be robbed in advance.

When Ye Ling saw the thunder fall, he ran straight in the direction where the thunder fell.

Boom -

The old tree stopped trembling and looked at the shallow pit that appeared on the ground.

This is what I just got from the thunder.

"Little friend... Little friends... Are you alright?" the old tree's voice trembled a little.

"Poof... Phew, Bah, Bah... ”

Ye Ling came out of the smoke and dust blackenedly, holding a long sword in his hand.

The old tree looked at the long sword and said, "Is this still a long sword?"

This sword really can't be called a long sword.

The sword is three feet six inches long, five inches and nine minutes wide, and has a center thickness of three inches.

The sword was jet black, and after the thunderstorm, the sword became more sleek.

The tip of the sword is slightly rounded, and the tip of the long sword is not as sharp as that of the long sword made of gold and iron, and the surrounding area is not very sharp, but it is very smooth.

The whole sword is completely one, because it was originally carved as one.

Ye Ling looked at the sword in his hand and weighed it, the weight was also very suitable, the quality of the lightning strike wood was already very large, and the weight of this sword was far more than that of a long sword made of gold and iron, Ye Ling's strength was just right to hold a sword of this weight.

Very satisfied, Ye Ling was very satisfied with this long sword.

Whether it was appearance, weight, or hardness, Ye Ling was very satisfied, regardless of his current appearance, and waved the sword in his hand.

Whew-Whew-

The sound of the sword breaking through the wind rang in Ye Ling's ears.

"Ahem-" the old tree trunk coughed, "Little friend, I don't think this sword is a long sword anymore, right?"

Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile, "Yes." "How can this sword have a long sword like this, it is more like a heavy sword or a broadsword.

"Little friend, the old man used the remaining branches to make another spear for you. The old tree's branches handed a spear to Ye Ling's eyes.

Ye Ling looked at the spear in front of him. The jet-black color is the same as his own sword, the spear is long, the head of the spear is flat, similar to Yeling's heavy sword, the tip of the spear is still sleek, and the surrounding area is not sharp. There was a little bit of thunder surging on the spear.

Ye Ling looked at the spear and then at the heavy sword in his hand, "Can the lightning strike wood change shape?"

"No, you can't. The old tree replied, "Thunderbolt wood is born in thunder and dies in thunder, but lightning strike wood is incomparably hard and cannot be deformed. ”

"That... Ye Ling stretched out his voice, "My lightning strike wood is eight feet long, how can this spear be more than a ruler?"

"Xiaoyou is really observant. The old tree complimented, pointing to one of the spears, "Look here." ”

Ye Ling stared at it with wide eyes for a long time, and said, "Nothing?"

The old tree was also stunned for a moment, looked at the spear around the branches, and said for a long time, "Originally, there was a connection point on this spear, but now... Gone. It seems that the thunderstorm just now has made this gun more complete. ”

Ye Ling nodded, took the spear from the branch of the old tree, and put it away. Pick up the long sword and bow it to the old tree. road

"This time it's really leaving. ”

"Let's go, let's go. "The branches of the old tree swayed.

"Really gone. Ye Ling gave up his hand again.

"Let's go, let's go. ”

"I'm really gone. ”

Lao Shu is really impatient this time, what do you mean by your kid's death, isn't it annoying to say so many times!

"Get out!"

Ye Ling turned around and ran without looking back, muttering in his mouth,

"Why are you so picky, last time I left to give me a branch of lightning strike wood, why didn't you give me anything this time?

It's so picky—"

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