Murong Zi was also infected by Ye Chen's emotions, he no longer hesitated, the power of the Martial King climbed to the peak, the huge forging furnace spun rapidly, the rumbling sound was deafening, the underground world was trembling, the magma was boiling, and the flames spewed out by each of the nine fire dragons were even more amazing.

"How?" Murong Zi said in a low voice, but there was some concern in his voice, and he waited for a long time and still didn't get any response.

I'm afraid I'm not dead, right?" he said to himself.

Of course not.

With Ye Chen's toughness, it would be too embarrassing to die so easily, the outside world was earth-shattering, but the forge was as calm as ever.

But if you let your guard down because of this, it's no different from suicide.

The crisis is brewing in calm, this is a real melting pot, with tens of thousands of years of precipitation, it is definitely a rare thing against the sky in the world, Ye Chen deeply understands and remains in awe of it, and now he is in the sea of fire, and the heat has increased thousands of times at once, and there is no gradual process.

Ye Chen was caught off guard, his soul was burned through and distorted and was about to dissipate, he felt that he was trapped in the Burning Fire Purgatory and couldn't extricate himself, at this time he had no choice but to run the Holy Gate Secret Method to stimulate his soul power to become stronger, protecting the fragile primary instrument spirit and gritting his teeth and persevering.

Bearing such pain, every minute and every second was incomparably torturous and long for Ye Chen.

I don't know how long he held on, but his consciousness was blurred, and all he could see was endless darkness.

A little light in the palm of his hand is the only light, it is the instrument spirit that Ye Chen desperately wants to protect, it is mentally incomplete but grateful for everything Ye Chen has done for it.

It emitted a faint light to envelop Ye Chen, and while Ye Chen was protecting it, it was also protecting it in its own way.

"It's going to make it. Ye Chen whispered, these words were said to the machine spirit and to himself, the primary machine spirit trembled, this was its response.

They supported each other to bear the pain together, maybe it was a psychological effect, at this moment, they actually felt that this raging fire that could burn through the soul was not so difficult.

"How's it going?" asked Outside, Wind Whisper.

"Alive. "Murong Zi said that their lineage has been operating in this place for thousands of years, and his master entrusted everything to him before he left, and he lived up to expectations and ran it in an orderly manner, and his spiritual sense was completely integrated into this place.

So in which direction or even what happened in a certain period of time could not be hidden from his eyes, at this time he could sense the situation in the forging furnace, a little soul fluctuation was so weak that it was almost undetectable, as if it could be worn out at any time, Murong Zi also felt that he was not far from death, after all, it was his own forging furnace, and he knew how bad and cruel the environment inside would be when he drove it with all his might.

But one minute, three minutes, and half an hour passed, and that little mental fluctuation was still there, indicating that Ye Chen was not dead.

This guy's strength of soul power, mental firmness and indomitable tenacity are really sensational, is this really what a person should have?

Murong Zi was shocked in his heart, and he also began to secretly look forward to it, while keeping the forging furnace running normally, after the passage of time, the red flame spear that turned into liquid fused together, but there was one thing that was really mindful.

"It's the blood of the Heavenly Dao, isn't it?" Feng Yin asked, after all, he had been friends for thousands of years, and he could guess some of the other party's feelings.

"Well, after withstanding such a high temperature, it still doesn't move. Murong Zi frowned and said, to be honest, this situation is a bit unusual.

"You mean to be more vindictive

Output?" Windmoan asked.

"Maybe it's not feasible, increasing the output can indeed make the forge heat up, not to mention whether Ye Chen can survive it, let's just say that the red flame gun itself can't withstand it and will directly turn into gas. Murong Zi's face was solemn.

"What should I do?" said the wind anxiously.

"Could it be that I have overlooked some key details?" Murong Zi also fell into a deep groan.

At this time, Ye Chen in the forging furnace didn't have the extra strength to think too much, he didn't have time to take care of himself and was deeply numb, but suddenly, the fluctuation guidance of the primary instrument spirit made him more sober.

He opened his eyes and saw a droplet.

Is that a drop of blood? Looks familiar?

Ye Chen's brain almost lost the ability to think, but instinct drove him, and he hugged the fragile machine spirit to approach the drop of blood step by step, and then stretched out his hand to touch it.

Coax.

An invisible force swept in, Ye Chen couldn't resist and fell down, but the pain in his body was reduced a lot, and faintly, he saw the instrument spirit in his hand rising into the sky and merging into that drop of blood.

"Something unusual happened again. At this moment, Murong Zi from the outside world felt something, and a very unfamiliar spiritual fluctuation caught his attention.

"Brother Ye's soul power was ejected. Feng Yin whispered, his speed is not slow, with the power of the Martial King to help Ye Chen stabilize his soul, this look is also shocking, that guy's soul is seriously damaged, it is really fortunate that he can still take a breath, hurriedly recuperate for him, so that he can feel better after a long time.

"Broken. ”

On that side, Murong Zi cheered up and shouted.

"What's broken?" asked Windyin in surprise.

"Blood of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Really?!"

"Hmm. Murong Zi nodded excitedly, he opened his eyes and could see that the originally sturdy shell was actually shattered little by little, and the drop of blood contained in it was like breaking into a butterfly, and it flew out and flew towards the red-burned red flame spear without any traction.

The Red Flame Spear was originally very stable, but after the blood of the Heavenly Dao was fused, it was equivalent to injecting a soul into it, and with a coax, the divine power was scattered and even the sound of wind and thunder exploding could be heard, and there was a dragon roar from the foreign land.

"What a powerful breath. ”

"The blood of the Heavenly Dao has been fused into the Red Flame Spear, what the hell is going on?"

The two great martial kings were surprised, they had lived for thousands of years and had a wide range of knowledge, but they still couldn't explain the scene in front of them, and when they were stunned, the red flame spear fused with the blood of the Heavenly Dao flew out and plunged deep into the ground with a sonorous sound.

The two hurriedly came up to take a look, and the recast Red Flame Spear was still in its original form, but the little blood light on the tip of the spear looked extremely red and violent.

"This is the blood of the Heavenly Dao that has been detached. Murong Zi said.

"Pull it out and take a look. The wind groaned beside him.

"Okay, take a look. Murong Zi didn't bother, this gun was built by him himself, he didn't believe that it would be directly eaten to death, thinking, he grabbed the gun with one hand, as expected, the moment he touched it, a violent force wanted to bounce him away, this is something that can be predicted in advance, after all, he is not its real owner.

The strong man of the Martial King was fearless, and he was not at ease with that power, so he wanted to mention it directly, but he used a little force to keep the red flame spear motionless.

"What are you doing?" said Feng Yin angrily.

"It's a bit heavy. Murong Zi was also a little embarrassed, but he was surprised in his heart, the strong man of the Martial King waved his hand at will, and he was still there

Thinking about it, he increased his strength, and was finally able to pull it up from the ground and weigh it in his hand.

"It's heavy. Murong Zi frowned and said.

"Really? I'll take a look. Feng Yin snatched it, and his arm sank, and he said in surprise: "This is 50,000 catties, right?"

"Well, even if it is not the power of repulsion, there are more than 20,000 catties, which may be nothing to us, but if a martial artist wants to manipulate and kill the enemy, it is ......" Murong Zi's words were no longer spoken, because he couldn't imagine it.

"Maybe it's much easier for Ye Chen, as the master, to manipulate?" Feng Yin asked.

"Perhaps, everything will have to wait until that guy wakes up. Murong Zi faintly looked forward to it.

......

When Ye Chen woke up, he didn't know what time it was, and the trauma to his soul made him feel painful.

"Wake up, well, much sooner than you thought. One said.

"Senior...... By the way, what's wrong with the Red Flame Gun?"

Seeing Murong Zi's face, Ye Chen immediately remembered what happened to him, and struggled to get up and ask worriedly under excitement.

"It's quite successful, do you want to take a look?" Murong Zi said with a smile.

"Good. Ye Chen looked at the old man's smile a little ambiguously, but he couldn't care about it, when he reacted, the other party had already thrown the recast red flame spear over, Ye Chen didn't want to reach out to pick it up, but the moment he touched it, his arm sank, and his body fell directly forward, fortunately, Feng Yin was paying attention to it, otherwise he would already be underground.

"Why is it so heavy?" Ye Chen wiped a handful of sweat and asked suspiciously.

"What else do you want to ask in the forging furnace?" Murong Zi asked.

"Hmm, I just remember that I was protecting the machine spirit, and then the blood of the Heavenly Dao appeared, and when I reached out and touched that drop of blood, the machine spirit melted in, and then I didn't remember anything. Ye Chen recalled.

"It turned out that the machine spirit was fused into the blood of the Heavenly Dao. Murong Zi showed a clear expression, and if it looked like this, everything would make sense.

"What the hell is going on?" the wind groaned still puzzled.

"In fact, we have all fallen into a misunderstanding, the rebellion of the blood of the Heavenly Dao lies in its growth, if you want to activate this characteristic, you must give it spirituality, as for how to give it, I heard that some people have tried to add their own souls and even mature machine spirits, it has more or less undergone some changes, but the strength is limited. ”

"That kind of technique is not completely correct, one's own soul or mature instrument spirit, the former has almost no growth after leaving the body, but the latter has matured, which is inconsistent with the initial setting of the blood of the Heavenly Dao, so in the end it will be indecent. Murong Zi explained.

"You mean that something with enough growth potential is needed to fully activate the characteristics of the Heavenly Dao Blood?" asked Wind Yin.

"Ten have** is like this, and the primary spirit of the Red Flame Spear conforms to this characteristic, so that it can perfectly fuse with it to produce evolution. Murong Zi said.

"Then this condition is too harsh, isn't it? The primary machine spirit is not so easy to find, and it is very fragile and can be easily worn out, and the possibility of success is very small. ”

"So Ye Chen, this kid is really lucky, he can get such an ungodly thing by mistake, this gun...... If it is used now, it will definitely be an unimaginable peerless divine weapon!" Murong Zi said in a low voice.

"Luck is also a form of strength. Ye Chen said, he was also full of joy, stretched out his hand and gently touched the Red Flame Spear, but no one noticed that the drop of blood condensed in the tip of the spear became more cold and clear......