The sky was bright, and there were snowflakes in the sky again, but there was no snow in the mountain behind Huangjue Temple.

An Qisheng and the great monk of Sanyin walked towards the back mountain unhurriedly.

Huangjue Temple was originally hollowed out by several mountain ranges, although many temples are lined up, but there are still some shadows of the original mountains.

The mountain behind Huangjue Temple, the place where weapons are refined, is one of them.

Boom! Boom!! ......

There are still miles away from the back mountain, and there is already a heat wave accompanied by the sound of gold and iron knocking on the pavement.

An Qisheng looked at it from afar, and saw that the smoke and flames on the back mountain were thick, and the scorching sky was a little dense, and the air was full of the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.

That mountain was originally a volcano.

"The place where the world casts soldiers, headed by my Huangjue Temple and Wanjian Villa, is not much different from the Dafeng Imperial Court's land of casting soldiers......."

Sanyin sighed slightly:

"For more than a thousand years, I don't know how many gods and soldiers in the martial arts have come from my Huangjue Temple."

"Refining soldiers for thousands of years is indeed extraordinary."

An Qisheng bowed slightly.

In the light of his eyes, there was a very strong sense of war in the mountains behind the Huangjue Temple, which was the imprint left by the creation and recasting of a divine weapon.

Indelible, not to be ignored.

These brandings may seem useless, but they are also very useful for forging soldiers.

Just like the ancient academy with a thousand-year-old literary atmosphere, it often gives people the feeling of washing people's hearts.

"The little monk has been in charge of the Casting Soldier Valley for many years, and there are sixteen divine weapons built by himself, but unfortunately, there is no one who can really survive the baptism of thunder and achieve the divine vein with the divine soldiers."

Sanyin said and glanced at An Qisheng:

"The strength of the Taoist physique is unparalleled in the world, and no one can compare with it throughout the ages, but the baptism of thunder is by no means easy, and the Taoist must be careful, careful."

Sanyin said it quite sincerely.

The divine vein is the highest pursuit of the people of the rivers and lakes, and it is also the most dangerous level, he has condensed the qi vein himself for many years, but he has not been promoted to the divine vein.

It's because this threshold is too dangerous.

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many talents have fallen in front of the divine veins.

"Thank you, Master, for the point."

Anqisheng thanked him.

He had a good impression of this great monk.

In the past three months, Huangjue Temple has indeed done its best, especially this great monk, who has been running around in many mines of Huangjue Temple for three months to get all kinds of spiritual materials for him, and he has to receive this heart.

If you change to an ordinary sect, you are willing to gamble and lose, and you may not be so dedicated.

He was not surprised that the best materials were hidden.

It can only be said that the gate faction, which has been inherited for thousands of years, does have its own uniqueness.

Of course, An Qisheng was not completely advantageous, he also paid for the gold and silver required for the materials, thanks to Zhao Changying, he was not short of money.

However, the top materials are all priceless, and he naturally took advantage of them.

"The little monk also has selfish intentions."

Sanyin smiled and said: "Dao Changtian's talent, the qi vein crosses the divine vein is rare in ancient times, and the non-soldier master is almost nothing, if you can rely on the divine soldier I created for you to promote the divine vein, and even leave a name in history, it will not be in vain for me to cast soldiers for many years!" ”

An Qisheng shook his head with a smile, looking at the smoke and fire in the distance, and his eyes were a little leisurely:

"But I don't know what the legendary eight heavenly and human divine weapons look like."

In the Jiufu Realm, what he cares about the most must be the eight Heavenly and Human Divine Weapons.

Speaking of the Heavenly Divine Soldiers, he remembered the King's Sword again.

Tong Zhengyang came to Xuanxing with the royal sword, how to look at it is also a little strange, especially that the royal sword will recognize itself as the master.

He had a lot of speculations in his heart, but unfortunately, he could only see them when he returned to Xuanxing.

"It has been more than 700 years since the Heavenly Divine Soldiers disappeared, but I don't know when they will reappear in the rivers and lakes."

There is also a hint of yearning on the three seals:

"There are refining and cultivation of divine soldiers, of which there are three points for refining and seven points for raising, and the achievement of a divine weapon depends on the master, not just on its material! Originally, the Eight Great Divine Weapons were not all cast from those legendary materials......."

The most important soldier caster, no one wants to see the celestial gods more than him.

Between the two talking.

It's close to the Valley of the Forge Soldiers.

The heat wave in the valley here is rolling, scorching heat, in the middle of winter, some monks in the vicinity only wear close-fitting short beats, and the monks who beat gold and iron in the valley are even more naked and sturdy.

An Qisheng's eyes moved.

These monks have a restrained aura and a strong physique, not only have a good true qi cultivation, but also have horizontal training.

It is much higher than the martial arts of the thousands of warrior monks in the martial arts arena before.

"Casting soldiers is also practice."

As if seeing An Qisheng's curiosity, Sanyin explained:

"But when I entered my Huangjue Temple, I ran for three years to observe his mind, three years of miscellaneous servants to grind his patience, three years to lecture in the hall, read through the Buddhist scriptures, three years to know my precepts in the precepts, and then ten years in the martial monks' hall, to practice martial arts, and after that, it was my three years in the valley of the soldiers, to boil my body and hone my will......."

"I entered the temple at the age of six, and I have already come to this point."

An Qisheng sighed.

The system of Huangjue Temple is not good, but it is not stable, and after these 25 years of training, it must be a calm person.

Although there is a lack of grinding understanding, it is difficult to give birth to young geniuses, but there is no doubt that they are all mainstays.

"If you can't stand up yourself, how can you teach others the Dharma?"

Three Seals:

"I am so brave and ruthless, how can I persuade others to put down the butcher knife?"

Boom! Boom! Qiang~~

With the sound of gold and iron knocking, the two walked into the Valley of the Soldiers.

Under this Forge Valley is indeed a volcano that is still active, and the temperature inside it is very high, which is also the reason why there is a cold spring drawn from afar, otherwise the temperature is so high that ordinary people will be burned to death as soon as they enter.

Many of the great monks who struck gold and iron were sweating profusely, and their bodies like copper and iron were flushed red.

In such an extreme environment, it is a great test for the human body, not only the progress of horizontal kung fu is extremely fast, but the internal force of true qi is also in an extremely active state all the time.

It's really a three-year iron here, which is a huge gain compared to ten years of penance outside.

This Forge Soldier Valley, the more you go down, the lower the temperature, the real place of casting soldiers is in the volcano.

When he arrived here, with An Qisheng's physique, he sensed a trace of heat, and the monk of Sanyin had already supported his true qi.

When you go down the last step, you will see a sea of red flames.

In the midst of the sea of fire, there is a huge cold iron platform with a length and width of hundreds of zhang.

The world is known as a pound of cold iron and a tael of gold, although it is exaggerated, but it can also be seen that the preciousness of cold iron, the cold iron used in this platform is more than 10 million catties?

Except for the Huangjue Temple, which has been open for thousands of years, I am afraid that no one can have such a big deal.

At this time, there were more than a dozen old monks on the platform wearing only a pair of animal skin shorts and striking iron.

Those old monks were about the same as the three seals, all of them with strong muscles and angry muscles, holding a hammer with a terrifying handle, and striking pieces of strange metal under the slapping of the splashing magma fire.

The existence of the Qi Vein Network is enough to support people to act as usual in an extremely cruel environment, which is difficult for a simple physical body to do.

Of course, this does not include today's Anderson.

With his physique at this time, he may not be able to take a bath in the magma, but swimming is not a big problem.

If you dissect it, you will find that his skin at this time is different from the composition of human skin, flesh, muscles and bones under the penetration and interweaving of qi veins.

Any muscle fiber is much tougher than steel bar.

"Senior Brother Sanyin! The Governor of the King's Power! ”

Seeing the two of them, an old monk put down the hammer and stepped over to meet them.

This old monk's name is Miki, he is the junior brother of Sanyin, and he has not been out of the Casting Soldier Valley for many years, and he has been striking iron almost every day.

The old monk gave a salute and shouted:

"Senior brother! The body of the gun has been laid, and it is waiting for you! ”

The body of the gun is not difficult to build, especially when An Qisheng has no requirements for the body of the gun except for toughness, it has already been built.

Only the gun head, whether it is the selection of materials, heat, strength, or sudden fire, is extremely difficult.

It's not easy to build.

Sanyin is the first casting division of Huangjue Temple, and this last step is naturally the safest for him to operate.

After all, the materials used in this spear were top-notch, and once it was scrapped, they couldn't forgive themselves.

"The last process, but I didn't do it."

Hearing this, Sanyin shook his head.

"Huh?"

Miki was stunned: "If Senior Brother doesn't come, who can come?" The material used in this spear head is no less valuable than a city, and if it is scrapped......."

Sanyin didn't answer, An Qisheng paced forward, and replied with a smile:

"I am the master of the divine soldiers, and this last step should naturally be taken by me."

In the past three months, although he has been waiting for the return of the three seals, he has not been idle.

Every day, I boiled my body, carried my true qi, and while I dreamed of deducing martial arts, I also learned to strike iron by the way.

With his current learning ability and inhuman control over his body, learning to strike iron is naturally not a problem.

Not only can you learn it, but you can also learn it well.

"The Elder of the Imperial Power?"

Not only Miki, but also some other old monks also looked at it and were shocked.

Although they knew that the body of this kingly Taoist was shocking, striking iron was not something that could be done with great strength, and there were many skills in it.

"You, can you do it?"

Miki couldn't help it: "This batch of materials is too precious, and the second batch can't be found in the temple for the time being." ”

"I know what I know."

An Qisheng didn't defend himself, his body moved slightly, and he had already appeared in the middle of the platform like a ghost, and casually picked up the sledgehammer that Miki had put down.

With a slight sense of his senses, this thousand-pound hammer came to life in his heart.

Its material composition, where there has been wear, where is the most ...... All the information has been discerned by him.

His speed was extremely fast, and several old monks kept staring at him, but they didn't see his movements clearly, let alone that he just picked up the hammer casually, and it was as familiar as if it had been used for decades.

It's too late to say no.

I saw An Qisheng picking up the hammer weighing a thousand catties like pinching firewood.

Gently weigh one or two, and smash it casually!

This smash, the hearts of the old monks are jumping!

It was obviously a casual smash, but the moment the hammer fell, the air around it seemed to flee with a wail, and ripples spread out.

In the rippling void like the surface of the water, the black hammer head turned red under the violent friction!

What a terrifying power this is?

Dan Jin is a big one, and every finger is full of strength, let alone today's An Qisheng?

He seemed to smash it casually, but in fact, the strength of his whole body had been rolled into his wrist, and it seemed to drop the hammer gently, but in fact, it was no different from him smashing it with all his might!

And he can shake the tens of millions of pounds of Huangjue Bell with his bare hands, what about the power of a hammer?

Rumble!

It seems that a thunderbolt is exploding under the hammer!

The huge cold iron platform sounded in response, emitting a long-lasting humming sound like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar.

The boiling and boiling magma around it was like a curtain and rose ten feet high!

Under the crackling magma that fell like rain, the old monks were dumbfounded, as if they had seen ghosts and gods, and they forgot to dodge for a while.

Is this still human?

This is still a person?!