"Xiao Yang continue, don't be afraid, what are you afraid of if you hang a few more times? And I'm at the bottom, hehe. The sharp weapon laughed a few times, and continued: "It's a rare opportunity to farm monsters here, to train your reflexes, not to mention comprehensively improving your combat level, isn't this also in the learning stage?" ”

"Well, big brother with sharp weapons...... Brother Pear, I won't be a deserter, even if I hang up ten more times, I won't leave. Yun Feiyang was a few years younger than Xiao Fan, and he was also called "Brother Pear", at this time, he straightened his posture and answered seriously, and the perseverance of the young man was highlighted.

"Ten more hangings, is that your goal?" Berserk Pig asked.

His words were not only ridiculous, but also full of malice, Xiao Fan immediately reprimanded: "Little pig, you can do it!" PK heads-up, you ...... Flyer is no worse than anyone else! ”

"Little pig, what are you talking about, ......" Qian Mao didn't continue, but his heart was dirty but self-explanatory.

Raging Pig's face turned red, and Ne said, "I'm sorry Ha Xiaoyang, I'm joking, forgive me!" After a pause, he continued: "Our friends are together, we are used to talking nonsense, it is fate to be able to farm monsters and level up together, Xiao Yang, brother is serious, don't go to your heart." ”

Yun Feiyang said with a smile: "It's okay, it's an honor for the little brother to be able to play with all the masters." ”

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"If you want to kill it, you should have killed it a long time ago, why wait until now?" Ji Qingqing smiled, and under the silver metal helmet, her beautiful face showed a bright and gentle color.

"So you're imprisoning me here to help you refine your equipment?" The middle-aged man asked, "Take it out, what is it this time?" ”

Ji Qingqing stretched out his right hand, held the hilt of the sword on his left waist, and slowly pulled out the long sword in the sheath, the blue light of the sword body and the cyan of the stone pillar refracted each other, and the loops were intertwined, and in an instant, the light in the hut seemed to be a little brighter.

The middle-aged man's pupils seemed to have a bunch of needles flashing away, and he blurted out: "Heavenly Thunder Sword!" Then he said, "How did your father's Heavenly Thunder Sword become like this?" ”

This sword is the weapon worn by the sword god during his lifetime. This sword is refined by the sword god himself, and then placed in the deep space between the thunder and Tiangang to temper and intensify the years, the sword is cast for the first time, the sky presents hundreds of millions of colors, spreading the entire Yanyun Continent, countless demons, undead evil monsters died instantly, and the gas turned into smoke and dust. Its sword qi condensed and spawned heaven and earth, creating endless artifact-level weapons and equipment.

Once the Heavenly Thunder Sword is unsheathed, the bright and brilliant place is like incandescent light, and it is inherently full of righteousness, and ghosts and demons will smell and avoid it hundreds of miles away. But now the entire sword body was enveloped by a layer of miserable blue mang, and the strong undead death qi was deeply imprisoned, and it was obvious that it had long lost the power of thunder.

"What father? It's just a foolish person who rejoices in his achievements! Ji Qingqing's face was angry, in the past ten years of sleep and awakening, he had obviously pondered the events of the year countless times, and he had already made up his mind in his heart. She then asked, "Uncle Wan, the prestige of this sword was obvious to you and me back then, can it be restored now?" ”

The middle-aged man is obviously the character of the Demon Dao plot, the craftsman god who has served under the Protoss for many years: Mr. Wanjian.

"I'm sorry, I can't ......" Mr. Wan Jian's expression seemed to be three points apologetic, but with seven points of self-deprecation, "The weapon of the sword god, how to build it, how to refine it, and how many genius ideas are implied in it, the old man doesn't know anything, he really can't do it, and he can't start." ”

Ji Qingqing smiled slightly, as if he had expected it, he didn't care at all, the long sword was retracted into the sheath, and he took out something from nowhere. As a craftsman, Mr. Wan Jian's natural eyes are far sharper than ordinary people, and he can see clearly at this moment, it is space storage equipment, which is tied to Ji Qingqing's armor waist, and there is an inconspicuous gray silk thread in the bright yellow belt.

Mr. Wan Jian was afraid that Ji Qingqing would be angry, so he added: "Then again, Qingqing, if the Heavenly Thunder Sword recovers as before, it will be unfavorable to you first......

"Therefore, Qingqing imprisoned with death qi, making it difficult for the sword qi to devour the master. Uncle Wan doesn't know that the power of this sword in the past is still there, but I ...... Hehe, the famous Mr. Wan Jian, it seems that this is no more than that. Ji Qingqing smiled, and when she said this, her expression was a little proud.

"You did it!" Mr. Wan Jian's expression was not surprised, but frightened. But soon he tightened his brows again, seemed to be deep in thought, and then his expression calmed down again, and his eyes turned to the object in Ji Qingqing's hand, the thing was oblate, the gray charcoal was not like charcoal, and the stone was not like stone, with his extensive experience and knowledge over the past thousand years, he couldn't identify it through his appearance, and couldn't help asking: "What is this?" ”

"Soul Scroll." Ji Qingqing said and reached out and handed it over.

Between the characters in the plot of the Demon Road, there is no system setting of transaction, Mr. Wan Jian watched it repeatedly after taking it, and a faint golden red halo appeared leisurely in the palm of his left hand, and he used this halo to reflect the soul knot in his right hand, and the thing stretched and changed when it met the light, turning into a two-foot-long short staff, the body of the staff was smooth and flat, the handshake was slightly curved, and the grip was deeply engraved with a circle, all of which were miniature carved faces of demons and monsters, and at this time Mr. Wan Jian's face finally showed a sudden color.

"Very good Warlock Staff." Mr. Wan Jian nodded in approval.

Ji Qingqing said: "Can you transform it into a weapon for the special use of the Nature's Messenger, can Mr. do it?" ”

"This ......" Mr. Wan Jian hesitated slightly, and suddenly his eyes became firm, and he said word by word: "It shouldn't be difficult!" ”

"How long will it take?"

"In a moment." Mr. Wan Jian replied, not only did his hands appear with a golden red halo at the same time, but his deep pupils also revealed a strange trace of golden red glow.

"Okay." Ji Qingqing asked, "Do you need me to recuse yourself?" ”

"It's better when you see it with your own eyes."

"How can you ......?"

Before Ji Qingqing finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and the world in front of him quickly retreated and reappeared, and the whole hut seemed to have become a cloth bag doll, rolling out in the deep forest and wilderness all the time.

"Qingqing, you are now in a state of mind that has entered the demon path, you might as well stay in the demon world for a few years, reflect on the past, as well as Ling Zun's expectations for you, and those immortal heroic souls of your god clan......

It seemed that it was just a slight flower in front of him, Ji Qingqing was already in a strange new domain, with buildings and pavilions high into the sky everywhere, and a tight architectural pattern lined up one after another, dividing the originally wide road into narrow streets and alleys.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing left but the incredibly tall buildings, and the pavement is extremely clean and has a dark sheen everywhere. The thin streams of wind shuttling from all sides are like passing through the hall, they squeeze, collide, bounce, and scatter each other, passing through the streets and alleys, and from time to time emitting a faint whimper-like wind horn, like the miserable and miserable screams of ghosts, and the scene is very gloomy.

Ji Qingqing groaned slightly, and it was already clear that Mr. Wanjian was a craftsman god, and naturally had a unique understanding of weapons and equipment, and once that artifact-level warlock staff fell into his hand, it would become his key to breaking the enchantment in the blink of an eye. In the moment of breaking the enchantment, he used the original effect of the warlock staff to open the entrance to the demon world, and at the same time, what kind of small means he used, Ji Qingqing didn't know, but he turned against the guest and sent her into the demon world.

(End of chapter)