Xi Tong checked the condition of the sword-casting furnace, and it was worthy of being a work made by the Heavenly Realm, and it was intact, without even a single flaw.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed!

Xi Tong activated the demon soul on the back of his hand, and the east wind came.

Chonglou appeared in an instant, and it could be seen that he still cared about his sweetheart.

"Humph! Why did you call me here? ”

Xi Tong is very skeptical, whether Chonglou all starts with "hum", is this the way of dialogue between the Demon Venerable Body?

"Brother Chonglou, I want to do something earth-shattering, this matter will make Fuxi and Nuwa obstruct it regardless of their identity and face."

Rubbing his hands, Xi Tong smiled dryly: "The little brother is weak, he is not the opponent of those two, the only thing that can be thought of is you, the eldest brother, and I hope that the eldest brother will lend a hand and help." ”

"The younger brother is penniless, there is no way to repay, he is getting better and better, I will invite the eldest brother to have a dragon, a big sword, an electric light poisonous dragon drill, and two heaven......s of ice and fire."

Chonglou did not reject Xi Tong's title of "big brother".

He gave Xi Tong the Demon Soul, which already shows Xi Tong's special status in his heart, but he has a cold personality and disdains to say it.

Moreover, even if he wants to help, Chonglou will find other reasons, saying "I'm not here to help you".

Well, that's it.

"What can make Fuxi and Nuwa restless? I like it! Even if you don't, I'll do you a favor! ”

As for the strange things that Xi Tong said, Chonglou just snorted.

Dislike?

Still can't afford it?

After Chonglou understood Fu Xi's arrangement for Fei Peng Sansheng III, he knew that Fei Peng was the second sword built by Fu Xi.

Just like thousands of years ago, Fu Xi summoned the gods to forge a sword for the Xuanyuan clan and kill Chiyou, the father of Chonglou.

Chonglou can't help Fuxi, so anything that can make Fuxi unhappy, Chonglou will go all out.

It is precisely because of this that Chonglou's good impression of Xi Tong has increased and he is favored.

The heavy building stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky.

"Let's get started!"

Xi Tong nodded, thanked Chonglou, and then turned to Nightshade.

The sword-casting furnace opened, the magic sword slowly sank into the furnace, and the nightshade also stepped up step by step.

Magic Sword, Companion Twin Souls.

Anything is a heart-warming or even crazy treasure, however, Chonglou just glanced at it lightly and stopped paying attention.

He is the supreme of the demon world, and the only thing that can make his heart flutter is the battle, and the rest is not to worry.

Rise......

Xi Tong added fuel to the furnace, and the black-purple flames suddenly burst out.

There was a pleasant hum from the magic sword, as if it was returning to the mother's amniotic fluid.

Nightshade struggled in pain, and although she couldn't hold back, the trembling of her body showed the pain she was suffering.

"Yachi, Go!"

Magatama flew out and flew around the sword-forging furnace, avoiding the licking of the black-purple flames and releasing thousands of demon beast souls.

Turbulent like a sea, the souls that rolled like a tide fell into the flames, and suddenly there was a terrible wailing roar, and the sword-forging furnace instantly buzzed and trembled, and burst out like a blowout of intense flames.

However, this is just the beginning.

The souls in the Eight Qiong Hook Jade are billions, and at a pouring rate of 1 million per second, it will take 1,000 seconds to say the least.

1 million souls, this is a number that the layout person Fu Xi dare not imagine, and it is an unattainable luxury of the ghost clan.

At the beginning, Chonglou still looked flat.

Isn't it the soul of 100,000 living beings, think of me back then......

Millions of living beings? Miss me back then......

Millions of living beings......

What's above the millions?

Chonglou's grim face melted little by little, and his look of surprise spread little by little.

Chonglou felt a strange emotion flood through his body.

It's weird, but it's also very interesting.

Since his birth, there have been very few beings in the Six Realms who can surprise him.

Fei Peng counts as one, because every duel Fei Peng can show more powerful strength and more variety.

However, all the feelings he experienced on Fei Peng's body combined, and they couldn't compare to the impact that Xi Tong brought him.

Even Chonglou, who claims to be a demon, has never slaughtered that number of living beings.

Chonglou couldn't help but secretly think: If he is a Demon Venerable, what should the other party be?

Xi Tong, who had been observing the fire, felt that it was almost over, so he took out the Tiancong Cloud Sword, and the rolling blood waves flowed like a torrent and poured it into the sword-casting furnace.

As soon as the blood entered the sword-forging furnace, it mysteriously disappeared, and was refined into blood-colored energy by the furnace fire.

The blood-colored energy swirled and stirred in the furnace, absorbed by the formations and runes on the furnace wall, and then silently submerged into the magic sword.

Zheng!

The magic sword trembled, as if rubbing against the sword-sharpening stone.

Nightshade, who pinned the magic sword with both hands, no longer trembled, because the blood-colored energy was also nourishing her, causing her thin body to slowly solidify and manifest.

Zheng!

Zheng!

As blood and soul poured in, the clanging of the magic sword became stronger and more frequent, as if fencing was singing.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

With three sounds, the sword-forging furnace made an overwhelmed sound, and the totems and ornaments on the surface actually peeled off.

Counting it, it's been 9 times in a row.

At this time, Chonglou snorted.

"This sword-casting furnace and sword-casting workshop were all cast and built by the hands of the gods and fake humans."

"They are indeed meticulous and strive for perfection in the process of construction, but they design millions, and the limit is tens of millions."

"The strength of the demon beasts you invested in is low, so the sword forging furnace can last until now. If you continue, you'll probably fry! ”

Xi Tong also discovered this problem.

It's like a home wok, suddenly steaming a whale, it's strange if you don't blow up the pot.

Looking at the still abundant resources in the Eight Qiong Gou Jade and the Tiancong Cloud Sword, Xi Tong secretly hated in his heart.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if you miss it, you won't have a second time in your life.

In order to set up this bureau, Fu Xi doesn't know how many years he has been preparing.

The three armies did not move the grain and grass first, and before the Jiang State was established, the materials of the Sword Casting Workshop had already been collected and accumulated.

The stone of the five mountains, the water without roots, the 10,000-year-old phoenix perch, the Yinshan water soaked in copper, the thousand-year-old tomb soil......

Everything can make people exhaust their life's energy, and some materials are still hard to find.

If there was no god behind him, how could Longyang He De set up this stall in less than two years?

How long does it take to collect the same resources? How much work does it take?

What's more, the only one of the six reincarnations, the nightshade, encounters one is the blessing of 999 lifetime cultivation, and it is almost impossible to meet the second one.

Is this the end of it?

It has already refined hundreds of millions of souls and essence blood, and the power of the magic sword is already dozens or hundreds of times that of the original book.

However, Xi Tong is not satisfied!

There is a shortage in the way of heaven, but Xi Tong doesn't want to have regrets.

Either don't do it, or go all out.

So, Xi Tong jumped and jumped towards the sword-casting furnace.

[Some time ago, the mobile phone was broken, and I have been waiting for the manuscript fee to be sent to buy the long-coveted 998 yuan civilian machine. Today's manuscript fee is down, emmm, foreman, bring me another brick]

[I'll ask you if you will give a monthly pass, if you don't give it, I will really let Xi Tong jump]