It is also strange to say that the small piece of wood that Wei Ziyan peeled from the heart of each pine and cypress tree was as black as ink, as if it had been dyed with black lacquer, and placed it on the stone table, Zhou Jianlai felt that they exuded a cold aura.

There were a total of more than 60 pines and cypresses in the small courtyard, which were all cut down by Wei Ziyan, and more than 60 pieces of pitch-black wood were peeled out and stacked on the stone table, making the surrounding air cold and biting.

"Master, what is this?" Zhou Jianlai asked curiously.

"This is the yin wood that has absorbed the endless resentment and grown, and it is a good material for making space items. The old man originally wanted to keep it to make a coffin for himself, and by the way, he brought them with him. Wei Ziyan pointed to the room, "But now that you are sending the old man to the end, then there is no need." You only have one arm, and it is usually inconvenient to carry a sword, so the old man will use them to cast a sword box for you, a sword box that can hold ten thousand swords. ”

"Thank you. Zhou Jianlai's heart was very warm, but when he thought that the master was explaining the aftermath, he couldn't help but have a sour nose, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Wei Ziyan put down the blood-drinking sword, and with a pull of his hand above the stone table, he led the Yin Wood to the air in front of him, and then pinched it with both hands, and the power of space slapped on the Yin Wood one by one.

More than sixty pieces of yin wood are fused together, and every time Wei Ziyan slaps the seal, there will be impurities peeled out of it. Wei Ziyan did not throw away these impurities, but all of them were brought to the stone table and put away.

After a cup of tea, Wei Ziyan tempered all the impurities in the yin wood, and then the handprint turned, and the yin wood that was kneaded into a dough began to extend its shape.

Wei Ziyan's expression was solemn, and there was a fine sweat on his forehead, which showed that he was not easy.

Half an hour later, a pitch-black scabbard hung in front of Wei Ziyan, and the speed of his hands was already so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.

Zhou Jianlai, who was sitting on the opposite side of the stone table, stared at Wei Ziyan's hands, frightened, like sitting on pins and needles, his body was already soaked in cold sweat.

He tried his best to control himself so that he was not afraid, but he could clearly feel the seal made by Wei Ziyan's palm, and every blow contained the power of destroying the world, and his intuition told him that the pitch-black scabbard hanging in front of Wei Ziyan was extremely dangerous, and if it was not controlled well, it might explode.

The overall feeling was that Wei Ziyan was fiddling with a star that could explode at any time, and once he missed, everything within a radius of several miles would be torn apart by the violent power of space.

Zhou Jianlai's fear was the fear of the destructive power in the depths of his soul, and it was not something he could control.

Suddenly, Wei Ziyan grabbed the pitch-black scabbard in his hand, and the pitch-black scabbard turned out to be life-like, struggling violently in his hand, wanting to get out of his hand and fly away.

"Fingertip blood, sprinkled on it!"

"Name!"

Wei Ziyan drank twice in a row, his voice was hoarse, and he sounded tired.

Hearing this, Zhou Jianlai hurriedly bit his fingertips, flicked the red blood on the pitch-black scabbard, and at the same time thought about it in his mind, and said, "Just call it 'Nian Shi'!"

Blood sprinkled on the pitch-black scabbard, like water sprinkled on a sponge, was instantly absorbed by it, and then the pitch-black scabbard erupted into a thousand streamers, spinning and flying around the scabbard.

Wei Ziyan suddenly let go, and the pitch-black scabbard immediately escaped into the void with ten thousand streamers, but just as half of its body had already submerged into the void, Wei Ziyan's right hand shook it violently, only to hear him shout angrily: "Cheng!"

Rumble!

Zhou Jianlai's soul was all gone, because he saw that the sky had fallen, and the space in all directions was distorted.

But in the next moment, everything was back to normal.

But Zhou Jianlai was very sure in his heart, it was definitely not an illusion just now, the sky really fell.

"Not bad, you try. Wei Ziyan looked at the pitch-black scabbard in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, turned to face the stone table, and handed the scabbard to Zhou Jianlai.

Zhou Jianlai excitedly held the scabbard with both hands, and his hand was slightly cool, and he no longer had the cold and piercing feeling before. It feels like iron but not iron, like wood but not wood. There are beautiful flow patterns on the surface of the scabbard, which should be formed naturally, not intentionally carved by Wei Ziyan. Surrounded by flow patterns, three big characters jumped into Zhou Jianlai's field of vision - ten thousand sword boxes!

Zhou Jianlai stared at these three words for a moment, and then hurriedly rummaged up and down, but did not see the word "Nianshi".

I only heard Wei Ziyan smile and said: "The old man tried his best to forge it by luck, and he should give it a domineering name! Ten thousand sword boxes, it can hold ten thousand swords! Open it with his mind and take a look." ”

Zhou Jianlai, who was sitting on the opposite side of the stone table, stared at Wei Ziyan's hands, frightened, like sitting on pins and needles, his body was already soaked in cold sweat.

He tried his best to control himself so that he was not afraid, but he could clearly feel the seal made by Wei Ziyan's palm, and every blow contained the power of destroying the world, and intuition

Tell him that the pitch-black scabbard hanging in front of Wei Ziyan is extremely dangerous, and if it is not well controlled, it may explode.

The overall feeling was that Wei Ziyan was fiddling with a star that could explode at any time, and once he missed, everything within a radius of several miles would be torn apart by the violent power of space.

Zhou Jianlai's fear was the fear of the destructive power in the depths of his soul, and it was not something he could control.

Suddenly, Wei Ziyan grabbed the pitch-black scabbard in his hand, and the pitch-black scabbard turned out to be life-like, struggling violently in his hand, wanting to get out of his hand and fly away.

"Fingertip blood, sprinkled on it!"

"Name!"

Wei Ziyan drank twice in a row, his voice was hoarse, and he sounded tired.

Hearing this, Zhou Jianlai hurriedly bit his fingertips, flicked the red blood on the pitch-black scabbard, and at the same time thought about it in his mind, and said, "Just call it 'Nian Shi'!"

Blood sprinkled on the pitch-black scabbard, like water sprinkled on a sponge, was instantly absorbed by it, and then the pitch-black scabbard erupted into a thousand streamers, spinning and flying around the scabbard.

Wei Ziyan suddenly let go, and the pitch-black scabbard immediately escaped into the void with ten thousand streamers, but just as half of its body had already submerged into the void, Wei Ziyan's right hand shook it violently, only to hear him shout angrily: "Cheng!"

Rumble!

Zhou Jianlai's soul was all gone, because he saw that the sky had fallen, and the space in all directions was distorted.

But in the next moment, everything was back to normal.

But Zhou Jianlai was very sure in his heart, it was definitely not an illusion just now, the sky really fell.

"Not bad, you try. Wei Ziyan looked at the pitch-black scabbard in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, turned to face the stone table, and handed the scabbard to Zhou Jianlai.

Zhou Jianlai excitedly held the scabbard with both hands, and his hand was slightly cool, and he no longer had the cold and piercing feeling before. It feels like iron but not iron, like wood but not wood. There are beautiful flow patterns on the surface of the scabbard, which should be formed naturally, not intentionally carved by Wei Ziyan. Surrounded by flow patterns, three big characters jumped into Zhou Jianlai's field of vision - ten thousand sword boxes!

Zhou Jianlai stared at these three words for a moment, and then hurriedly rummaged up and down, but did not see the word "Nianshi".

I only heard Wei Ziyan smile and said: "The old man tried his best to forge it by luck, and he should give it a domineering name! Ten thousand sword boxes, it can hold ten thousand swords! Open it with his mind and take a look." ”