The hot room, the rhythmic sound of striking iron echoed in the room......

At the moment when the sword blank was formed, his consciousness was born.

Planing, polishing, inlaying, quenching, steel grinding, countless spiritual powers flow into his body through layers of processes.

As the process progressed, he realized that he was the soul of a sword, an ethereal and illusory special being.

It is said that he is the soul of the sword, but in fact he cannot control his body, and can only vaguely sense the existence of things outside.

Maybe the sword body hadn't been forged yet, or maybe he was too weak as a soul, and it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

"Hahahahahahaha Arrogant laughter woke him from his slumber.

A muscular man with a naked upper body stood in the open ground with a long sword held high and looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

If anyone sees this strong man, they will definitely be able to recognize him immediately.

He is really a famous craftsman who has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for many years, and every weapon forged by him is sharpened like clay.

"Master Zhi, after a few years, you have finally come out."

"This sword ......"

A delicate man dressed in blood-red clothes appeared in front of the strong man without warning, and his eyes froze after seeing the long sword in the hand of "Zhi".

Although the long sword was completely inserted into the wooden sheath, the sword aura and edge inside could not be hidden.

"Humph! This is the sword that Lao Tzu spent years building! ”

"You're watching!"

When the snow-white sword was pulled out of its scabbard, the wooden scabbard cracked open and shattered into numerous pieces of wood.

The snow-white sword is long and narrow, not the traditional "four-sided" but an "eight-sided sword", the sheath is unpretentious, and the edge of the sheath is exposed, and it is known to be a peerless sword before it is wielded.

The smith gripped the hilt of the sword vigorously, wielding the sword at random without any sense of beauty.

To the consternation of the man in red, the air around the forge was easily sliced through with just a few random swings, leaving a few white marks in the disembodied air where the long sword passed.

"Kamihi, as the name suggests, is sharp enough to make the slash disappear."

The master craftsman "Ji" released the hilt of the sword, and the long sword called "Kamikure" plunged deep into the ground like cutting tofu.

"A mortal can even create such a demon sword......," the man in red muttered in a low voice.

"According to the agreement, I have already helped you build the sharp blade you want, and the ...... you promised me" The famous craftsman "Ji" looked at the man in red gloomily, he didn't care what this mysterious man did with this sword, he cared if the other party could give him what he wanted as promised.

"What I promise you, I will naturally do."

The handsome man in red walked up to Shen Yin step by step, his left hand gently caressing the hilt of his sword.

I saw that he held the hilt of the sword with a slight force, and the long sword was pulled out of the ground by him.

Seeing the man in red pull out his long sword so easily, he raised his eyebrows.

Although the "Shen Yin" is sharp and easy to insert, it is not easy to pull it out, and the fact that this person can pull out the sword so casually shows that his power is unfathomable.

"It's a good sword."

"He's thirsting for blood, Master." The man in red wielded his sword casually.

It's obviously a random waving, but it's very good-looking.

"What I promised you has been done, Master." The man in red suddenly put away his sword and said inexplicably.

"What? ......" Osamu frowned and was about to ask something, when he sensed that something was wrong.

He couldn't feel the presence of his upper body anymore.

Originally, there was no abnormality in the abdomen, but after Jaeji's hand was put on, a bloody wound opened in the abdomen that ran through the waist and through the front and back, and a strong pain suddenly emerged at this moment.

"You ......"

The forging master was unconsciously cut off by the "Shen Yin", a large amount of blood spurted out of the wound, and the next moment, the upper body and lower limbs were completely separated and fell directly to the ground.

"The immortality you want, I'll give it to you now."

"Isn't it immortal to become a ghost, hahahaha." The man in red looked at the body of the famous craftsman "Zhi" divided into two parts, and laughed heartily in a rare hearty way.

If this craftsman fails to build it, he will not take his life.

But since this person was able to create such a sharp weapon, he naturally would not let this person survive in the world.

In this way, he alone has such weapons.

"It is easy to break the waist of a strong man in a standing state, and it can also make the other party not perceive any pain, which is worthy of the name of "Shen Yin".

"What a good sword......

The sword strikes out and sees the blood to seal the throat, even if you encounter such a sharp weapon......

The face of the man in red suddenly became ugly, and just now for a moment, he vaguely felt that this long sword was exuding human emotions.

"Although it is a demon sword, it has only been forged for less than a year, and it actually has a "soul"?!"

"Do you mean ......?"

The man in red frowned slightly, and in order to confirm the guess in his heart, he once again waved the long sword in his hand.

As the sword fell, the forger's body was split into several pieces.

This time, the sadness emanating from the "Shin Yin" was even stronger.

"The weapon of killing, to feel sad because of the killing of a person, is really a waste of the creator's hard work."

After the words of the man in red fell, "Shen Yin" actually burst out with an astonishing killing intent towards him, if it weren't for the strength of the sword spirit was not enough to control himself, this demon sword might have already swung at him.

But it's normal to think about it, the forger may be equivalent to the existence of his father to the "Shen Yin", and killing his own father with his own hands and dismembering his body is indeed a painful thing for this sword with a soul.

"Anger? Hate? Hahaha! It's so boring to bring you back like that. ”

The man in red held the "Shen Yin" in his hand and threw it hard, and with a clang, the "Shen Yin" directly penetrated the forger's head and inserted it into the ground.

"Absorb spiritual power, gather resentment, and turn into a demon to take revenge on me, Shenyin!"

The man in red laughed loudly, and his right foot stepped the ground, and the sky collapsed and the whole ground shook violently under this step!

This kind of power is absolutely impossible for humans to have, and I thought it was a person with a strange personality, but I didn't expect it to be a monster that could transform into a human form.

After a strong tremor, the ground began to collapse, and the "Kamikush" and the body of the forge were buried in the ground, where they were buried among the boulders.

As for the man in red, he was long gone.

Immersed in the many rocks and mud, the sense of "divine concealment" has become clearer.

"Man in Red Shirt" ......

Although he didn't know the name of the handsome man, the other party's appearance and aura had been deeply imprinted in Shen Yin's mind.

"Absorb spiritual power and gather resentment?" The last words of the man in the red shirt continued to echo in Shen Yin's consciousness.

Although he didn't know how to absorb the spiritual power of the outside world, the seedlings of hatred were indeed planted.

The limbs of the Forge were scattered and lost as they struck the rock, but the Forge Blade's head was still firmly pierced by the blade of the Hidden Sword.

No matter what the reason for the forger to forge him, he has the grace of creation after all, which is equivalent to the identity of his own father or master.

Not only did he kill the forger with his hand, but also split his body, which was undoubtedly a great shame for Shen Yin.

With a strong grudge against the Sequoia man, he spent the first year.

Shen Yin didn't know how to absorb spiritual power, so he could only immerse himself in endless hatred, and ten years were like a day, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Yin spent the first ten years of his sword life in the dark underground.

Ten years without any maintenance, surrounded by muddy earth and seeping rainwater, the blade of the sword did not lose its luster, but became brighter and more transparent.

The snow-white sword body and gray hilt exude a penetrating coercion everywhere.

Twenty, thirty, and fifty years have passed, and the forger's head has long since been decomposed by microorganisms.

However, the resentment in Shenyin's heart did not decay with time, but instead accumulated deeper and deeper.

In seventy, eighty, and ninety years, the world above has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

In the ninety-ninth year, a white-haired boy broke out of the ground.

Since that day, there has been an "Fu Fu God of Mourning" in this world, and on the day of the transformation of the "Fu Fu God", Shen Yin smelled a similar smell to the man in red shirts on his body.