After the black yao, which was as wide as the door panel, broke the sword and threw it into the fire, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without setting off the slightest wave.

However, Zhao Shenbi could clearly sense that under the scorching of this flame, the sword body immediately trembled and twisted, gradually melting into drops of pure black molten iron.

Thousands of resentful spirits escaped from the sword body, and as soon as they let out a terrible and painful roar, they were immediately burned and purified by the extreme flames.

In less than ten breaths, the huge Black Flame Extinguishing Sword completely disappeared, leaving only a cloud of pitch-black molten iron, boiling and surging in the furnace.

If anyone is lucky enough to see this scene, they will definitely beat their feet and chest.

Even those powerful old monsters of the Yin Moon Realm would probably feel very sorry when they knew that Zhao Shenbi actually melted the Black Yao Destruction Sword like this.

This sword, thousands of years ago, left a great reputation under the hands of the Dark Blood True Demon, and I don't know how many souls were harvested and how much blood was dipped under the sword.

Even if it's not an artifact, with its strange ability to devour flesh and soul, it's not much different from an artifact.

But at this moment, the Black Yao Breaking Sword was only the first material for Zhao Shenbi to forge this flying artifact.

The value of the first material alone is so great that it is enough to imagine how earth-shattering it will be when it is finally finished.

Zhao Shenbi's eyes were not wavering, his hands were sealed, and he shouted violently, "The first form of the Ancient Tibetan Forging Treasure Formula!"

With the launch of his palm, the molten iron fused by the Black Yao Severed Sword seemed to come to life, turning into thousands of slender ink lines, constantly intertwined in the air.

After a dizzying flicker, like the framework of a house, there was already a rough outline suspended in the flames.

Faintly visible, it looked like a castle.

Zhao Shenbi's hand turned to a one-handed seal, and the other hand rolled up his sleeve and flicked it, and it immediately rained heavily in the sky.

It's just that the composition of this torrential rain is not water, but a fist-sized grain of iron essence, like glass.

Falling Iron.

The Iron of the Fall, which weighs the weight of a small mountain, melts into molten iron in an instant. Zhao Shenbi's left hand flicked his fingers like flying, and then there were colorful light clusters flying into it.

Thundering Grass, Rootless Wood, Extreme Flame Demon Spirit, Mother Earth, Solar Dragon Singing Stone......

It's all there.

There are more than twenty kinds of strange treasures in total, some of which Zhao Shenbi obtained from the treasure hiding place of the Dark Blood True Demon, some of which he asked the Chiyan tribe to collect, some of which he scavenged from the cellar of the ghost group tribe, and some of which he didn't even know where he came from.

But they all have a great similarity - any of these treasures, in the outside world, is definitely priceless and rare, enough to cause a bloody storm.

But at this moment, they all melted into the fire!

Based on the Black Yao Destroying Sword, and assisted by such a complex Heavenly and Earth Treasure, to a certain extent, it is completely possible to refine a most basic artifact.

But Zhao Shenbi is obviously not willing to stop there.

A look of disapproval flashed in his eyes, and after taking a deep breath, he took a behemoth out of the ring.

From a distance, there is a dark blue zenith covering, and the rich water transport essence is gloomy and dignified, like an ocean falling from the sky, overwhelming people.

The fire of heaven and earth is a pause.

What's even more incredible is that after this dark blue top cover is put into the fire, it still maintains its shape under such a terrifying high temperature, and even continues to spew out water vapor, as if to extinguish this flame that has reached the extreme.

Zhao Shenbi felt no surprise, if this thing didn't have such terrifying power, it wouldn't be worth refining it as the shell of an artifact.

It was a turtle shell.

But it was not an ordinary turtle shell, but a sixth-order "Netherworld Xuanshui Turtle" comparable to a cultivator of the Divine Realm, a turtle shell that condensed its thousands of years of cultivation and strength.

The natal object of the sixth-order demon cultivator!

Seeing that this turtle shell was immovable in the flames, Zhao Shenbi frowned, and after forming a strange seal with his hands again, he shouted violently, "The art of removing armor!"

The Sumeru Origin Flame trembled in response, and immediately split into a thousand, turning into a thousand brilliant silver filaments, and frantically slammed along the weak points of the structure on the turtle's shell, knocking it out into a thousand hollows.

After a few moments, the Netherwater Turtle's shell finally collapsed completely, shattering into thousands of neat pieces, all of which merged into the fire.

Zhao Shenbi suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

There are hundreds of Thunder Fire Man Xuan Arrays as the foundation and auxiliary, but controlling such a terrifying ultimate flame, whether it is Zhao Shenbi's mental power or mind, the burden caused is too great.

As his momentum relaxed, the fire in the sky also had a tendency to be extinguished.

Zhao Shenbi's eyes were firm, and after wiping the blood from his lips, he said in a loud voice, "Come again!"

Another 300,000 blood source crystals flew out and fell into the formation regardless of the cost, making the fire more intense, the temperature higher, and the thunder in the flames became thicker and more violent.

Zhao Shenbi didn't dare to relax a little, and his mind became more condensed, using the forging technique of the ancient Tibetan vein to deeply calcinate, fragment, decompose, purify, fuse, and reshape the materials in the flame.

This process, although it is only a mechanized water grinding process, but it is an extremely test of the proficiency of the forger, and only a heaven-level forger like Zhao Shenbi, who has been tempered for thousands of years, can be handy and familiar with the road.

A full day and a night passed, Zhao Shenbi's whole body was completely soaked with sweat, and his eyes were also full of bloodshots.

And the remnants of the turtle shell of the Netherworld Turtle, as well as those various heavenly and earthly treasures, were finally completely refined by Zhao Shenbi and turned into an incomparably chaotic liquid.

Without the slightest breath, Zhao Shenbi raised his hands and shouted, "Get up!"

A chaotic liquid almost the size of a furnace exploded in the air, using the model and will in Zhao Shenbi's mind to quickly construct the flesh and blood along the skeleton built by the Black Yao Severed Sword.

The flames were steaming, and the thunder was shaking.

A quaint and majestic castle gradually revealed its outline, with no color other than pure red and black.

Zhao Shenbi's eyes were full of light, and he said excitedly, "Ning!"

The surface of the castle immediately fluctuated, and the black thunderbolts as thick as pillars, mixed with thousands of scorching fire lotuses, were driven by an invisible force to shrink rapidly towards the surface of the castle.

The castle is gradually taking shape.

In the sky above the clan land of the Chiyan tribe, in addition to the fire that will never be extinguished, dark clouds are everywhere, lightning and thunder roar.

A shuddering aura slowly appeared, and as the giant castle became more and more stable, it became more and more surging and powerful, almost crushing the bones of the person.

However, it always seems that there is still one step behind, and the castle is stuck at a juncture before it is fully shaped.

No matter how Zhao Shenbi urges, the thunder and fire that are about to be completely brought together are separated again under the action of some mysterious repulsive force.

And in the process of this constant repetition, the red and black castle began to show a tendency to be unstable.

Zhao Shenbi's face changed wildly, as if he had been struck by lightning, "Not good!"

Inside the castle, he felt the terrifying power of destruction, which was powerful enough to completely turn a small half of the territory into a wasteland.

And at this moment, this force is spreading from the inside to the outside, and it is about to explode completely!