"Senior Hong, I owe you another favor!"

It's a sudden, and it's dangerous.

At the moment when the eight dry thoughts dissipated, Zhao Chu replaced the Fox Ancestor Ancient Sword with the Ming Dragon Sword, completing an almost impossible feat.

It's like catching a cliff jumper with his feet off the ground, and it's like directly changing someone's heart, which is almost impossible.

Even if it is the human emperor Yuan Langtian himself, even if he is the founder of the infant slashing sword.

But he still couldn't do it.

All of this originated from the Hong Cliff in Zhao Chu's mind, the martial monarch of the Great Yan Realm.

At the critical moment, Hong Cliff broke through a hole from the seamless exercises, and then refilled it, adding a little bit of possibility in this impossible state.

"You still have a long way to go. ”

As usual, the cliff still disappeared with a word.

Zhao Chu scratched his head.

He didn't care about Yuan Langtian's shocked fat face, and hurriedly took a deep breath and began the fusion of the next dry thoughts.

Time is still running out.

Outside the cave, there was a deafening loud bang everywhere, it was the iron fist that hit Ji Dongyuan's body, and it was the hideousness that Zhao Chu hated into the bone marrow.

10 minutes, it seems to be a snap of a finger.

But for Ji Dongyuan in the storm, every second is a matter of life and death, how can he not worry.

......

On the other side of the dry wall.

Yuan Langtian hugged his head and thought hard, how did he replace the dry device on the way.

It's simply impossible!

When he created the Infant Dry Sword Technique, he even thought about this problem, and then found that it was impossible.

But Zhao Chu just did it.

Absolutely true.

What kind of genius is a mere foundation builder?

......

Outside the Sixth Cave!

"Haha, it's my turn this time...... With so many big demons in the middle stage of foundation building, hundreds of punches can't break a turtle shell, I don't believe it!"

Outside the cave, the demons are eager to try.

One by one, the fierce demons with great strength took turns to bombard the turtle shell.

Seeing that the green light on the turtle shell was getting dimmer and dimmer, more than 70 fierce demons also took turns to bombard a round.

Bombardment!

It continued, the fist wind was like a storm, non-stop, and each punch was enough to crack the mountain.

The green tortoiseshell was like a stubborn rock in a rainstorm, and the more tenacious he was, the angrier these demons became.

Five minutes later!

Ji Dongyuan in the turtle shell, more than half of the meridians were broken, and he was already seriously injured.

The only remaining spiritual power he had was all supporting the tortoise shell, and if it weren't for the Wood Spirit Five Elements Body, he would have been killed five minutes ago.

You must know that there are close to a hundred big demons in the middle stage of foundation building, and such a sleepless bombardment can't withstand even the Jindan powerhouse.

Tragic!

In the eyes of the fierce demons outside the cave, Ji Dongyuan was just an unusually strong magic weapon of the Black Fox Clan.

And for Zhao Chu, Ji Dongyuan is his brother.

When he is helpless, there is always someone who pulls him to drink.

Zhao Chu sensed Ji Dongyuan's state with his divine power, and his eyes were about to split.

......

Airplanes!

Finally, the fusion of the ninth dry thought ended.

At this moment, the sword body of the Ming Dragon Sword is densely covered with exquisite lines, and when you gaze at it carefully, it is like a treasure that the craftsman has worked hard for, just its luster is like the brightest star in the night sky, which is impossible to ignore.

Zhao Chu didn't have time to admire the sword.

And the last drawer.

Under the guidance of Yuan Langtian, Zhao Chu finally opened the last drawer.

Dust!

It was a grain of earth-gray dust, as if it had been abandoned for a thousand years, and when it hit the ground, it instantly became indistinguishable from ordinary dust.

But Zhao Chu carefully comprehended it and found some differences.

The dust seemed small, but he couldn't ignore it.

In the blink of an eye, the dust was still the same dust, but in front of his eyes, a piece of peeled earth appeared, which was enough to be a man high.

A trance.

The man-high earth gathered again into a speck of dust, humble and unbearable.

"That grain of dust weighs a hundred pounds!"

Yuan Langtian said in a deep voice.

"A grain of dust, a hundred pounds?"

Zhao Chu was speechless.

In the previous life, there was no need to say that even if it was iron, 100 catties could not be compressed to the size of a fist.

And here, even with all kinds of mysterious genius treasures, he is proficient in the art of forging.

If he wants to forge a piece of raw material weighing a hundred catties into the size of a fist, it is already the limit of the limit, and even just an ideal state, he has not done it.

After all, the inside of an object has density.

This is a technical problem that cannot be overcome.

And a grain of dust contains a hundred catties of weight, which is simply incredible.

Imagine that.

What a person is to be compressed into dust that is just visible to the naked eye, ten times smaller than a grain of sesame seeds.

Although he was shocked in his heart, Zhao Chu, under the guidance of Yuan Langtian, quickly refined this hundred catties of dust.

According to Yuan Langtian's account, whether it was the Taishang Dao Foundation Chapter, or the Ruthless Dao Empty Scripture, or the magic sword forged by the Yuanying powerhouse, as well as the Nine Dao Dry Thoughts......

Everything is for this grain of dust to lay the foundation.

Zhao Chu was calm.

The Ming Dragon Sword is one meter three long, and it does not weigh more than nine catties.

An insignificant speck of dust, whose weight was even ten times greater than that of the Ming Dragon Sword, was simply terrifying.

Buzz Buzz!

The heavy dust had just fallen on the Ming Dragon Sword, and the sword body felt a little uncomfortable.

Although a hundred catties would not crush the Ming Dragon Sword, such a heavy thing still made its blade a little bent.

"Run the withered sword mantra!"

Yuan Lang Tiandao.

Zhao Chu didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly ran the magic trick.

In an instant, the purple rays of the Ming Dragon Sword were flourishing, and the lines where those dry thoughts converged, like mountains and rivers, were suddenly ignited by a layer of purple flames.

This moment.

The gravity in Zhao Chu's hand disappeared suddenly, and the Minglong Sword, which was bent by 100 catties of dust, also straightened up instantly, as if someone had taken away the dust.

But the dust was still on the sword.

And Zhao Chu took a closer look, and on the edge of the blade of the Ming Dragon Sword, a mottled rust the size of a grain of dust appeared, like a small gap, which seemed to have been corroded by the years for 10,000 years, and the wind blew away.

100 catties of dust were completely fused into the Ming Dragon Sword.

"This withered weapon can withstand 10,000 grains of such dust, and when you gather 5,000 grains of dust, you will have the qualifications to completely kill the Yuan Infant. ”

The dust has not yet fully fused.

Yuan Langtian had already finished his guidance, and he watched the dust melt into the sword body little by little, and his pious eyes were like watching a baby be born, waiting for him to go on a long journey.

"Ten thousand?"

Even if he is as calm as Zhao Chu, he can't stand the loss of voice.

10,000 grains of dust, what is the concept.

One grain is 100 pounds.

1,000 grains is 100,000 catties!

10,000 capsules, that's a terrifying 1 million catties!

This is a desperate number.

In Zhao Chu's impression, when he was at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, he once punched out 2,000 catties.

And now he is infinitely close to the late stage of foundation building, and he blasts out with one punch, which is only about 8,000 catties, and when he reaches the peak of foundation building, the limit is only 9,999 catties.

This is the opposite of burning the Heavenly Fortune Crystal Dust at the beginning, which is also the achievement of a monk in the foundation building realm.

He is infinitely close to 10,000 catties, and the second Ji Dongyuan only has a strength of 5,000 catties.

The foundation is not ten thousand.

Even if he is a strong Jindan, he blasts out 20,000 catties with one punch, and he is already an outstanding powerhouse.

One-tenth of a withered sword, just 1,000 grains, is 100,000 catties!

Thinking about it made Zhao Chu desperate.

If the cultivation is perfect, the weight of 1 million catties is a mountain.

Zhao Chu swallowed hard.

Although this world, with physical knowledge to explain some things, is very pale.

But Zhao Chu also understood a truth, the smaller the volume and the heavier the weight, the lethality of the thing is superimposed geometrically.

1 million catties is actually very ordinary, just find a mountain peak, it is already beyond this weight.

But you use a mountain peak to bombard, and even the Jindan powerhouse is not afraid.

The size of the mountain peaks is too large and can be easily destroyed.

But the weight of an entire mountain, concentrated on a single sword, is terrifying beyond words.

Zhao Chu didn't dare to imagine it at all.

If it is a sword weighing 1 million catties and slashing on yourself, what is the scene?

In fact, there is no need to chop at all.

It's just that it is simply placed on his body, even if it is a ruthless Dao Void Classic, it should be crushed through in an instant, and his body, like tofu, can be crushed through without any obstacles.

"Shocked? That's the power to jump out of the sea level. ”

"Those sharks dominate the sea, kill gods when they see gods, but they don't understand the power of land at all. Just like the primordial infants of the Northern Realm, they are forever obsessed with the pursuit of power, and that is only quantity. ”

"After natural selection, the world is seen differently. If you cultivate the withered sword in advance, even if it is 1 million catties of gravity, on top of this withered weapon, it is still nine catties. ”

"You are armed with weapons that surpass the realm of Yuan Ying, and it is an understatement to kill them. ”

At this moment, Yuan Langtian was as tall as a towering giant peak.

Zhao Chu looked at the back of this fat man, and for the first time felt that this human emperor was not simple.

"The root of the withered sword technique, you don't need to delve into it, if you want to understand the mystery, you need at least the strength of Yuan Ying. You just need to understand that a speck of dust is a piece of Tianyuan treasure, and that's enough. ”

Yuan Langtian gave Zhao Chu a look with a long way to go.

10,000 dust, to put it mildly, but when it comes to really cultivating, how can it be so simple.

You must know that in the Northern Realm, a piece of Tianyuan Treasure is enough to make the Yuanying Emperor start a war.

Even with Zhao Chu's chance, he has only accumulated six yuan now.

......

"Master, how much dust does your withered grass contain!"

It would take a little time for Zhao Chu to melt the dust, he looked at Yuan Langtian and suddenly remembered the withered grass at the beginning.

In retrospect, it seems that the more it was assimilated by the dust, the more terrifying it became.

"9,999 grains, one grain is still one short of 10,000 Great Perfections!"

"It's a pity, even if you are perfect, there are even more terrifying existences above the heavenly selection. In the face of them, this 1 million catties of bombardment is just a real speck of dust!"

Yuan Langtian smiled bitterly.

"The dust you fused with at the end is the source that supports the dry wall, and in three minutes, the dry wall should collapse, and I have lost the opportunity to talk to you. ”

"The Dry Sword Technique is a token, and there should be some forces in the Northern Realm that can help you. ”

"This dry wall itself is ten Tianyuan treasures, which can be regarded as a little care left for you by the teacher. ”

"If it is possible, to unify all the Yuanying in the Northern Realm to face the Yuanying Catastrophe in 8 years, this is the last chance, remember, remember!"

Yuan Langtian's picture flickered, and Zhao Chu nodded solemnly.

He didn't interrupt Yuan Langtian, but just recorded the latter's words in his mind word for word.

"By the way, remember to go to the ninth cave, if my calculation is correct, in three days, the ** I left in the Northern Realm should also be opened...... With a withered sword in your hand, you will find the true treasure in the secret realm!"

Yuan Langtian's picture has blurred.

"Isn't it a treasure?"

Zhao Chu frowned.

"Meta-weapon?"

The last picture that Yuan Langtian left for Zhao Chu was a disdainful sneer.

The understatement of contempt is that he didn't see the Yuan Qi in his eyes.

What is it exactly?

It will take another three minutes for the dust of the dry vessel to fuse.

Although Zhao Chu's body couldn't move, the last of the 110 drawers was finally opened.

"Shenji Dan, beyond the existence of Xianji Dan, the key to my breakthrough Jindan!"

Zhao Chu solemnly placed this fist-sized elixir in the Qiankun ring.

Yuan Langtian had already said that the last drawer was the Shenji Dan that he had never taken.

"This first grain of dust is the general outline, the fusion is slow, and then the Ming Dragon Sword can automatically refine the Tianyuan treasure, I don't have to worry about it, I just need to hunt for treasures!"

The dead wall collapsed.

Ten pieces of Tianyuan treasures flew over, but before Zhao Chu's palm touched it, that treasure actually contracted violently, and was finally directly absorbed by the Ming Dragon Sword.

Zhao Chu frowned!

Ten grains of dust, like ugly spots, were scattered all over the body of the Ming Dragon Sword.

Zhao Chu took out all the remaining six again.

Sure enough, it was directly refined by the Ming Dragon Sword.

"In this way, the weight of the Ming Dragon Sword today is ...... 1700 pounds!"

Zhao Chu was speechless.

......

"There is a loud noise inside, as if something has collapsed, it must be a secret treasure, let's quickly smash this turtle shell!"

"Huh...... This turtle is not a magic weapon, but a human ......"

"This man seems to have seen it somewhere...... Wooden slaves, wooden slaves of the Black Fox Clan!"

......

Due to the collapse of the dead wall, all visions disappeared inside the cave.

Although Zhao Chu couldn't move, he was blocked behind the collapsed ruins and was not discovered by the demons for a while.

With a strange scream fell.

Ji Dongyuan's turtle shell was completely shattered, and at this moment he was gathered in the air by a fierce demon, and he was already dying.

"A ruin, no treasure at all. ”

When the dust fell, a big monster screamed, trembling with anger.

"I know, this must be a trap left by the Black Fox Clan, and he left the wooden slave here to attract the attention of others...... The real secret treasure must be somewhere else, let's hurry up and search for it!"

"I don't think it's too late, let's torture this wooden slave first!"

One after another, Ji Dongyuan was like a prisoner about to be executed, and at this moment he had been thrown high in the air, and as his body swayed, drops of blood fell to the ground.

It's a care when you're an older brother.

"Zhao Chu, you must succeed!"

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