"Ever since the whole martial arts besieged my Qianji Gate, we already knew that there would be this day! Thousands of doors up and down, are well prepared! If you have a blood debt, you have to pay it with blood! ”

Feng Zhiyi nodded, and without further words, he stepped aside and said, "According to the promise, I saved you, and the Thousand Machine Weapon is mine." You're not against that, are you? Feng Zhiyi also secretly observed the Thousand Machine Monarchy, if he showed a little unwillingness or perfunctory expression, then when the Thousand Machine Weapon was about to be released, then he would definitely have to be ruthless!

The red eyes of the Thousand Machines King Quan stared at Feng Zhiyi and said: "The stronger the autonomy of the Thousand Machines weapon, the stronger the strength required!" I don't have as much strength as you, so I can't suppress it, although I am the master of the Thousand Machine Gate, but I am not its master, even if I use the secret technique of our Thousand Machine Gate, temporarily control it, but, he is still yours in the end, because ......... I'm sure I won't survive the next day! ”

Feng Zhiyi was silent, he felt the death intent scattered on the body of the Qianji Wangquan, and the decisive momentum in it did not look like a fraud at all, but it was not ruled out that he had profound acting skills. So Feng Zhiyi didn't say much, and stayed quietly aside, leaving the space to the Thousand Machines Throne who needed space.

........................

"Hmph..... Hum...... Hmph......"

"Moo.........."

"Baa Baa ......"

Groups of brutes were brought to the outside of the forging room by the people of the Martial Arts League, and all kinds of feces for a while made the people of the Martial Arts League cover their noses and frown! But those elders in charge still commanded the disciples to drive the beasts to the forging room!

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"You get those out this way!"

"Ahh I stepped on cow! ”

“...........”

There was a mess outside the forging room, although the martial arts league was a group, but it was a group composed of various sects, the leaders of the martial arts league, although the martial arts were strong and respected, but they were also from a certain sect, so it was inevitable that there would be selfishness when they ordered each other. So it's a mess too!

Even if the bad command brings a lot of time to Kazenoki and the others, it won't be long! In a short time, these brutes were driven into the forging room in 66 succession!

One by one, the disciples drew their weapons. Just poke a sword in the ass of the voice! These beasts were in pain, and immediately began to run! And in the alley of the forging room, there was also a sense of vibration like a landslide!

And these brutes broke into the alleyway, and immediately touched the mechanism, all kinds of hidden weapons, and shot out from all kinds of tricky corners. Seeing the blood sealing their throats, one by one the beasts died tragically on the spot.

But as time passed, they advanced inside while cleaning up the corpses of the beasts, and after losing a few people and all the beasts, all the hidden weapons in this narrow passage had been cleaned up!

These people from the Martial Arts League also came to the big iron gate of the forging room! This door is the last defense of the forging room, and if you break through it, Kazenoi and the others will have nothing to rely on!

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

.............

Feng Zhiyi listened to the sound of slamming the door outside, turned his head to look at the Qianji Monarchy, and said, "They're coming in, when are you doing!" ”

"It's coming, it's coming! Just tonight! "The king of Qianji didn't look back, his eyes were staring at the sword pool, his eyes were full of fanaticism and hatred!

Those who deceive me will have to die one by one! Even if it is to fill my life, I will not hesitate to do it! Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but the Qianji Monarchy never feels that he is a gentleman! At best, he is just a blood-spattered five-step horseman!

How to endure the hatred of destroying the door? His martial arts are low, and if he wants to fully control the thousands of changes, he has to practice for at least ten years! Wait a decade? And then the revenge of one sect after another? At that time, how many of these elderly enemies will still be alive? If you count it like this, just wait for decades, and wait for them all to die, wouldn't you be able to deceive yourself that your revenge has been avenged?

The Thousand Machines Monarchy doesn't want to do that self-deceptive thing! While the enemies are here now, revenge is now!

The wind also felt the negative energy emitted by the power of the Thousand Machines, thoughtful!

The fluctuation of the sword pool is starting to get bigger and bigger! Yellow foam from the molten iron. It's churning, like boiling water! The iron bar wandering in the sword pool is getting faster and faster!

And he looks impatient, like a fish that has been disturbed! Qianji Wangquan clenched his fists tightly with both hands, his eyes stared at the sword pool, his body kept trembling, Feng Zhiyi looked at him with some crazy eyes, and silently took out his spear!

It seems to be the last moment! Qianji Wangquan took out a wooden box from the ground, and as soon as the lid was lifted, there were more than ten Tianzi grids evenly arranged inside! And in each Tian character grid, there are also some unknown powder materials.

According to different quantities, the Thousand Machines King Quan twisted the powder out of the lattice and sprinkled it into the sword pool! And the boiling sword pool suddenly seemed to explode! There were waves of turbulence!

A scorching breath spread out in all directions, and Feng Zhiyi also felt that the air around him seemed to be burned dry! And the clothes on the Qianji Wangquan also began to gradually burn yellow, as if they were directly carbonized by the high temperature!

And the fluctuation of the sword pool is getting bigger and bigger! Molten iron kept gushing out of the sword pool, scorching the ground around it and making the temperature of the forging room higher and higher!

At this time, a huge bubble appeared in the sword pool, and the red molten iron kept flowing on it, but faintly, a columnar object could be seen inside.

As time passed, the bubble in the sword pool became bigger and bigger, and it gradually surfaced out of the sword pool, like a big egg gradually emerging from the water!

At the same time, the surging water in the sword pool began to gradually ease, but the pool water was getting shallower and shallower, because the molten iron was circling and was attracted to the foam!

Qianji Wangquan took out another knife and cut it on his wrist, and then Bobo's blood flowed down his wrist and into the sword pool! However, the sword pool, which was full of high-temperature molten iron, did not instantly steam the blood of the Thousand Machines Monarchy, but instead turned the blood into slender silk threads, flowing down the molten iron and onto the foam!

After a while, the foam was wrapped in blood-red silk threads, like a ball of thread! And the Qianji Wangquan also seemed to have lost too much blood, pressing his hands on the edge of the sword pool, and his face was extremely pale! But what doesn't change is the madness in his eyes!

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