What sounds resounded throughout the cave?

When Seven Killings heard the sound and looked back, he saw hundreds of old craftsmen and young and strong laborers working hard to toss a huge bronze plate with a thickness of inches. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Seven Kills took a closer look, on the huge bronze plate, there were nine tiny pure silver cubes, each cube was only the size of a finger's belly. If it weren't for the fact that these nine cubes reflected the red light of the lava torches around them, I would have thought that there was nothing on the bronze plate if I didn't look closely.

At this time, these old craftsmen were lifting the log rolling out of the back of the bronze plate and placing it in front, and then more than 200 people were pulling ropes hard in front, and more than 100 people pushed both sides of the bronze plate, and the entire bronze plate slowly advanced a little in the rumbling rolling sound of the log.

The one-armed old man drank: "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and help?"

Seven killings shouted, and more than a dozen strong half-sized young men stepped forward to help, and only after being tired of sweating did they push the bronze plate to the place designated by the one-armed old man.

Seven Kills couldn't help it, and wheezed while wiping his sweat: "Second Grandpa, what are these main ingredients?"

The one-armed old man said angrily: "How do I know this?

Seven Kills wondered, "How can such a small thing be re-made like this? How can we put these nine little things into the Ding?"

The one-armed old man thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "Look, when you are old, you are easy to forget things, and you seem to explain it like this:

The red droplets from the small box are dropped onto the small silver squares to make them lighter, and then the silver squares are placed into the nine transparent vessels called bottles. Oh, I forgot to mention that the bottle can't be opened, and it must be opened with a drop of the purest Black Flame blood on the top.

And then what? Let me think, yes, and take those nine little green sticks and put them into the mouth of the bottle, and wait until the little sticks don't have the slightest green and become transparent.

When this step is completed, the mouth of the bottle will be automatically sealed as soon as you take out the small stick, and then shake it vigorously. Until the bottle is all like clear water, only the small silver square metal is left in it, and there must not be the slightest impurity.

Finally, just put the nine bottles directly into the nine great tripods, it seems like that's all, let's start if you understand!"

The crowd was in a fog when they heard it. What kind of mess is this? They all asked the old man to repeat it.

The old man, with his extraordinary memory, stumbled over a dozen more times, until everyone memorized it well.

Sure enough, after the nine silver-white cubes were dripped with nine drops of red liquid, they became very light, and at least Seven Kills could pick them up with one hand.

The one-armed old man said, "It's time to open the bottle, the blood of the pure Black Flame Clan?" ”

Seven Kills hesitated: "My blood, it's better to tell the patriarch about this kind of thing first!"

The one-armed old man sneered, "Why? Don't you dare?

Seven Kills' faces were flushed, and he shouted, "When have I ever been afraid of him? When the sky falls, I won't frown at Seven Kills! Isn't it just nine drops of blood? Come on!"

After Seven Kills finished speaking, he took out a bronze dagger from behind his waist and slashed it hard into the palm of his hand, and the blood and tap water were bubbling non-stop.

The stone shouted: "It's very good, the boss is the boss, and he is more ruthless than others in self-harm!"

Seven Kills laughed and scolded: "Get out, do you want to come?"

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle and put his bleeding hand on top of the bottle, and the blood flowed into a thin line and dripped up, and with a poof, a hole the size of a dragon's eye automatically opened directly above the bottle.

But the container seal, which can be opened with only a drop of blood, is already stained with the blood of the Seven Killings at this time, and a large amount of blood keeps flowing down the mouth of the bottle into the bottle.

At this time, Seven Kills didn't understand anything, ignored it, and continued to concoct the same method, and after a while, all nine transparent containers were opened.

It's just that after everything is completed, the seven killings have become pale and dizzy. The stone hurriedly took out the hemostatic herbs, chewed them into a paste, and smeared them on the wound in the palm of the Seven Killers.

The Seven Kills Ignorant are fearless, and a small inadvertent move has caused Jiuding to meet the requirements of the Black Flame Clan to a certain extent although its true colors remain unchanged after it is baked, but since then Jiuding has become an object that can only be mobilized by Seven Kills, and it has also become his unique weapon that later dominates the universe.

Everyone followed the process until the transparent strips that had become dull were removed from the bottles, and all nine bottles were resealed with a poof.

Everyone was even more excited by the strange experience just now, and they rushed forward to shake the container called the bottle.

Unexpectedly, this simplest process tossed half of the lives of hundreds of people in this cave. Everyone took turns to play, and it took ten days and ten nights to meet the requirements.

Fortunately, I don't know what material these bottles are made of, and they have not been damaged countless times when they accidentally fall to the ground, and finally even the one-armed old man can't help but shine on the stage, holding the bottle with one arm and head and shaking it vigorously, vividly staging a scene of the originator of overdose of ecstasy.

Everyone recuperated for a whole day, and it was easy to pick up the lost half of their lives.

The one-armed old man said in a deep voice: "Go to nine people, take a bottle for each person, and throw it into the tripod at the same time!"

Seven Kills didn't throw the bottle, but sat on a big rock from afar, ready to watch a good show.

After the nine bottles were thrown into the nine red tripods at the same time, the dark red molten liquid in the tripod began to boil violently. Not only that, but the whole cave was faintly trembling.

Looking at a group of panicked people, the corners of Seven Kills' mouths turned up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in Seven Kills' minds, and all the words that Seven Kills couldn't understand were muttering.

Seven Kills' face turned pale in an instant, and he turned his head nervously around, trying to figure out the source of the voice.

After waiting for a while, the voice sounded in my head again, but this time I could understand what Seven Kills said: the phase fusion tower was assembled!

Your Excellency, you need to be shaped, please instruct!

Seven Kills' brains went blank, and he muttered, "Isn't it refining Jiuding?"

The voice sounded again: Jiuding!

Ding, an alloy invented and manufactured by the highest level of indigenous life in the local area of the planet, the main components are tin, lead, copper, iron, gold, silver, carbon, silicon, etc., the purpose is unknown, and it is predicted to be a container.

Lord, are you sure you want to shape the phase fusion tower into the shape of a tripod?

Seven Kills still said stupidly: "Jiuding! Jiuding! Jiuding?"

The voice said again: "Jiu Ding, Jiu Zun Ding! The order is confirmed, and the execution begins!"

It wasn't until Seven Kills was hit by two slaps from the stone that everything he was familiar with in the world returned to his mind, and all the disappeared sounds gradually became clear.

A voice roared in his ear: "Boss, boss, what do you want? Asleep? Look, Jiuding is out!"

Seven Kills woke up like a dream, thinking that he must have met a mountain spirit and a ghost just now, and the voice must be a ghost and a ghost talking nonsense, so as to achieve the purpose of confusing himself.

He has always been known for his boldness, and he has long thrown the strange sound just now out of the clouds, and ran to see the newly baked Jiuding.