This world was born because of Zhang Daoyi, this is his home field, at this time he has taken the advantage, and there is little hope of breaking the game in the big day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's the great day that Rulai can turn the fake into the real and manifest the legendary magic sword in this world in the form of drawings, which shows that he has also controlled the rules of my illusory world a little bit in the past ten years!" Thinking of the magic sword, he also admired the talent of Da Ri Rulai.

The consciousness of the Great Day Nyorai and the consciousness of the Half God were pulled into this world by him at the same time with the reincarnation tribulation, and the Half God was already lost in the reincarnation at this time, but the Great Day Nyorai was completely unaffected by the reincarnation tribulation, and millions of years of practice have made the will of the Great Ri Nyorai as strong as a vajra, even if it is his reincarnation tribulation, it is difficult to shake him in the slightest.

Half of the gods are far worse than the great sun, so Zhang Daoyi said that he has the heart of God but does not have the will of God.

Half of the gods were born as gods, and their souls are perfect, but success is also like this, and failure is also like this, compared to Zhang Daoyi and Dari Rulai, who have come to this day step by step, his will is like tofu dregs, vulnerable.

The soul and will are one and the same, he is invincible in the heart, but the will is lacking, so he was easily pulled into reincarnation by Zhang Daoyi.

"But since you've revealed your form, I can't let you get better!"

If before, Da Ri Rulai was hidden in the shadows, and with the means of Da Ri Rulai, it would be difficult for him to grasp its appearance, but now Da Ri Rulai jumped out by himself, and after he came out, it would be difficult to hide it.

……

Jiang Guo Palace.

A slender middle-aged man in a black robe was discussing the matter of the magic sword with Long Yang.

This person is the leader of the monks summoned by Long Yang, and he is also the best swordsmith in Jiang Kingdom.

"Master, how long will it take for the magic sword to be cast?" In front of the scorching sword-casting pool, Long Yang asked.

"It will take thirty-six days before it can become a sword!" The black-robed man said lightly.

"Can't you hurry?" Long Yang asked urgently, now that Yang Guo's battle is more fierce, it is already a little difficult for him to hold on.

Although his martial arts are strong, he is still insignificant in the face of millions of troops, and Yang is not without masters.

"Can't!" The black-robed man shook his head, "This sword combines the aura of the five directions, captures the essence of the sun and the moon, and absorbs the demonic nature of the universe of heaven and earth. ”

"Thirty-sixth? Must be thirty-six days? Long Yang smiled bitterly, thirty-six days is too long.

"Definitely!" The black-robed man nodded.

"Boom!"

At this moment, suddenly an earth-shattering loud bang sounded, and the palace shook for a while, and then a large hole was directly broken in the roof of the palace, and countless fragments fell one after another, all of which smashed into the sword casting pool.

"What's going on?" Long Yang was puzzled, "These things entering the sword pool won't have any effect on the magic sword, right?" ”

"No, the sword embryo of the magic sword has been formed, and now it is just a matter of refining the edge through this furnace fire, and these things fall into it, it will not hurt!" The black-robed Fang Shi said lightly.

"Boom!"

Just as he was speaking, a thunderclap sounded on the ground, and a purple-gold divine thunder with the thickness of an arm fell suddenly, and the black-robed Fang Shi couldn't dodge, and was actually slashed.

A heavy smell of burnt paste and repeated black smoke continued to emerge from the black-robed alchemist.

"Master, are you alright?" Seeing this, Long Yang asked with concern.

"I'm fine!" The black-robed alchemist waved his hand, but there were still a few puffs of black smoke coming out of his mouth.

Long Yang tried to touch the black-robed Fang Shi, but his hands were injured by the purple-gold arc.

"Master, are you really okay?" Long Yang was a little skeptical.

"I have deep internal strength, and a thunderbolt can't help me!" The black-robed Fang Shi said calmly.

"Boom!"

At this moment, another purple-gold divine thunder came from the sky, directly hitting the black-robed alchemist.

"Poof!"

Withstanding this divine thunder, the black-robed Fang Shi directly spewed out a mouthful of reverse blood, and the bright red blood sprayed three zhang away, staining the ground red.

"Master, are you alright?" Looking at the black-robed monk who vomited blood, Long Yang spoke.

"I'm fine, let me breathe, with my protective true qi, this is just a small injury!" The black-robed Fang Shi waved his hand indifferently.

As he spoke, he squatted up directly, assumed a strange pose, and began to breathe.

The golden true qi of the supreme yang passed through his physical body and the void, and its momentum was incomparably great, shaking the void, as if there were thousands of ancient chariots driving by.

"What a profound skill!" Seeing this vision, Long Yang couldn't help but open his mouth and praise.

There could be such a vision between the exercises, and Long Yang guessed that he might have entered the realm of the legendary grandmaster.

In this era of competition among countries, every grandmaster is enough to sit in a country, but even if the grandmaster master is trapped in thousands of troops, he will be grinded to death, thinking of the current situation in Jiang Guo, Long Yang gave up the idea in his heart.

It is already a great favor that the other party is willing to forge a magic sword for him, and what kind of face does he have to let the other party die and live for him.

Moreover, Jiang Guo's crisis at this time is no longer solvable by a grandmaster, and if you want to solve this crisis, you can only use the power of the magic sword!

"I hope the magic sword really has the legendary divine power!" Thinking of the magic sword, he sighed.

Now the magic sword is his only hope, and he can only pin his hope on the magic sword.

As the crown prince of Jiang State, it is his responsibility to protect her people, although he does not want to provoke a war, but for the sake of his people, he has to take up arms and fight the enemy!

"Boom!"

At this moment, a divine thunder fell from the void again, and under this divine thunder, the black-robed Fang Shi took three steps back, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it.

"Master, are you really okay?" Long Yang was a little speechless now, and he felt that this master was a little fond of guiding thunder.

"My true anger is gone!" The black-robed Fang Shi clutched his chest and muttered.

"Prince Longyang, you get out of here quickly, the magic sword is too strong, and it has already suffered from the jealousy of heaven, even I, the swordsmith, have suffered the curse of heaven, and the curse of the magic sword will not stop if it is not destroyed."

"Now I'm going to close this place to avoid heavenly punishment, Prince Longyang, you will come back in thirty-six days!" The black-robed Fang Shi said hurriedly, and just as he was speaking, another purple gold divine thunder attacked, causing the black robe Fang Shi to convulse for a while.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

"I'm leaving!" Long Yang said that he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, this Fang Shi would be hacked to death.

……

After Long Yang left, there was a sudden flash of bright Buddha light in the eyes of the black-robed alchemist, after the Buddha's light, the eyes of the black-robed alchemist completely changed, his eyes at this time seemed to contain the universe of heaven and earth, there was a kind of transcendent indifference, and finally he whispered: "Emperor Shakti, the victory or defeat has not yet been decided!" ”