In the quiet courtyard, Hong Yuan closed the door again.

This time, the incinerator was secretly removed, instead of cultivating skills such as the "Blood Rain True Sutra". Next to him, piles of hard deep-sea meteorites.

Throw a meteorite into the incinerator and recite the recipe to urge it. Soon, the hard meteorite melted into red-hot metal. Under the control of the formula, the molten iron rotates rapidly, gradually forming a heavy tripod. In the process, the control elf carved a rune on the tripod. In the end, the tripod in the incinerator was made entirely from blood splatters. After a buzzing sound, it suddenly shrank to the size of the palm of your hand. Then, suddenly, it swelled, and so on. For a long time, a heavy quad tripod, large and small, finally appeared.

Under the leadership of the Blood Bat King, Hong Yuan focused on regular alchemists.

The cupola stolen from the Medicine King Nakaki is indeed a treasure that can be used not only for alchemy, but also for alchemy. This quadrangular tripod is finely machined and weighs thousands of kilograms. Several ordinary warriors can't lift it together, but it can be big or small, and even after refining, it can be carried into the body. This is not a square tripod, but an extraordinary treasure.

The real masters, the big killers in their hands are often made by their own hands. Unfortunately, this piece of Great Alu is too barren for better materials.

The Blood Bat King sighed and regained silence.

As Hong Yuan's revisions got higher and higher, he appeared less and less. Maybe it can travel thousands of miles, maybe it can heal in the dark, maybe it can refresh people.

A true warrior dreams of reaching the pinnacle of spiritual practice and soaring in the daytime. This big tripod is called Chaotian Ding! ”

Hong Yuan put down the four-cornered tripod in his hand, put it down in one breath, and continued to be busy, refining another Chaotian tripod.

He has his own True Martial Ding, which has been handed down by the Red Gate for thousands of years. The Ding Zhenwu in front of him was not made for himself, but for 800 prisoners to kill people.

Hong Yuan benefited greatly from the war with Wang Heng.

The most impressive thing was the moment when the king's body was hit by two large tripods at the same time. The unparalleled influence of the violent force was highly praised by him.

The resurrected King Hong is strong enough. If he fought alone, even Hong Jiu, who had four powerful spiritual weapons, would not be an opponent. However, under the impact of two large tripods, he was seriously injured. If each of the 800 death row inmates had a big tripod and set off at the same time, wouldn't it be God who prevented the killing of God and the Buddha who stopped the killing of Buddha?

In a very short period of time, it was not possible to quickly improve the situation in all the death row cells. Hong Yuan proposed another way to fully stimulate and superimpose the strength of 800 people on death row through front-line operations and joint offensives. If the strength of 800 people is superimposed, even if it is seven times the power of major events, its power is unimaginable. In one hit, it's equivalent to a super master who is 800 times stronger than you. Who can stop him?

Chaotianding is made of thousands of kilograms of deep-sea meteorite iron, which is suitable for black-top iron cyclists.

It's not as mysterious as Vibrator Ding, but it's best to use local materials and quickly replace damaged ones. Its attack power is not as terrifying as the tens of thousands of kilograms of Red Nine, but it is neither light nor insignificant, which is suitable for the revision of most death row prisoners. Too light to produce great power, limited in power, too heavy to lift.

A messy tripod looks simple.

As the undercurrent swells in Shudu, a pedestrian walks 100 miles away on a large mountain and follows a rugged mountain path to the top of a towering mountain.

There were dark clouds in the sky, and it was pitch black one or two meters away, and I couldn't even see the terrain under my feet clearly. The wind of the night was as cold as a knife, stinging the face. Apes in the distance are chirping, and wild beasts are roaring. It sounds scary. However, a group of people carried quadrangular tripods weighing thousands of kilograms on their shoulders, gritted their teeth, walked on the edge of the cliff mountain stream, and walked to the top of the mountain step by step.

Life is a great practice, and forbidding righteousness is also a kind of practice.

Hong Yuan walked at the front of the team, carrying a heavy tripod - Zhenwu Ding on his shoulders.

The Zhenwu Ding Ding that has been passed down by the successive generations of Grandmaster Hong Amen is also made of some materials. It is so mysterious that it can be not only big or small, but also heavy or light. As long as there is a strong push, it can be as light as a feather or as heavy as a mountain.

When we control Zhenwuding at 8 kilograms, Hongyuan can just bear this weight. It is a bit difficult to increase to 10000 kg. This is the limit of 17000 kg. With each step, you take a deep breath. With tenacious will and faith, we must move forward step by step, and challenge our limits together with death row inmates.

From Shou Adu to the nameless mountain 100 miles away, Hongyuan's trip took less than a day. However, it took almost a day and a night to get from the base to the top with a large tripod. On the way, there were many dangers, and many places suddenly collapsed as soon as they passed, and they were almost buried in the abysses and mountain streams.

The way up the hill is very difficult. By the time we reached the top of the mountain, it was already dawn. The sun rises over the horizon. The golden light gradually pierced through the clouds, dispelling the boundless darkness. When we looked up, the mountains and valleys in the distance gradually came into our eyes, covered by a brilliant golden light. The earth awakens, the heaven and the earth recover, and the heaven and the earth ripple with vitality.

Standing on the clouds overlooking the earth from a high place, looking at the overlapping mountains with a telescope, an indescribable shock arises. Everyone couldn't help but kneel down and crawl in the cold wind like a knife, feeling the power of nature with their hearts. This is not the worship of heaven and earth, but the devotion to spiritual practice, and the charm and practice of nature from the depths of one's soul.

In the first battle of Qin Shi Huang Ah Ling, Hong Yuan gave the soul of the Black Ding Iron Horse Brigade and dispelled the hostility, dissatisfaction and numbness of the prisoners. The two-day and one-night ascetic trekking successfully aroused the prisoners' pursuit of strength, made them feel the charm of cultivation, and inspired them to pursue the hearts of warriors who will always pursue the peak of strength!

"The way of self-cultivation is the way against the sky." The greater the power, the stronger the enemy we encounter. We never know what difficulties we will encounter tomorrow, what enemies we will encounter tomorrow, and we may die at any time. But as long as we persevere, there will always be a glimmer of life. Overcoming oneself in the midst of difficulties and challenges, constantly challenging the limit, this is the charm of practice, this is the true martial arts.

Hongyuan looked back at the golden horizon and said, "Brothers, today you are not my followers, nor are you a humble death row prisoner, but my brothers" Tell me, are you afraid of future dangers, are you afraid of death, and are you ready to meet challenges at any time?

"I swear to die with this young master!"

One by one, the death row inmates raised their heads and looked at the vast embankment on the edge of the cliff, their eyes full of fanaticism.

At this time, they felt sincerity and sincerity in their eyes. At this time, for them, Hongyuan is no longer a noble little lord, but a brother who can share weal and woe. Spill blood together, move forward together, retreat together, feel each other's heartbeats At this time, don't say that you want to follow Hongyuan to kill demons. Even if Hong Yuan's blood burst open the floodgates and let them kill a courtier or elder, the prisoner would not blink.

"Follow me!"

Hong Yuan's gaze swept over the faces of the prisoners, turned around, carried Zhenwuding on his shoulder, jumped from the edge of the cliff, and flew to a piece of rubble seven or eight meters down. Following him, he jumped ten meters and rushed down a steep hill. Behind them, were the prisoners. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" for free for the first time.