If the flying sword is forged and smelted, it can reach more than 100,000 refinements, and it can be forged, a magic weapon in a dual form!

This means that if you are not convinced, you can let the slashing sword switch between the flying sword and the heavy sword!

If this matter is spoken, it may be appalling in Suzaku Country, but in the Rain Realm, it is not surprising. The real magic weapon is not blindly pursuing power, but more about change.

It is said that the lost 'Thirty-six Changes of Tiangang' and 'Seventy-two Changes of Earth's Evil' that have been lost by the ancient gods and demons are extremely profound changes in the arts...

After collecting all the miscellaneous thoughts, Chang was dissatisfied and began to control the earth fire, separating and cutting off the Kungang sword bone in the sword, and on the other side, at the same time, he controlled the fire with his divine thoughts and calcined the ribs of the bone emperor.

The ribs of the Bone Emperor are the bones of the master of dry bones, with a trace of spirituality, a trace of arrogance, and he does not want to become a material for a magic weapon, and it does not melt in the fire of the earth.

It is this trace of spirituality that allows the Bone Emperor to perform the 'Bone Search Technique' to explore the whereabouts of this bone and determine the identity of Chang Weiwei.

Spirituality cannot be withdrawn, but it can be erased!

Often dissatisfied, his eyes showed a cold light, and his sword thoughts swept away, submerged into the ribs, and scraped hard, scraping a trace of spirituality in the ribs, scraping them clean, and a trace of white gas steamed in the flames and dissipated.

In this way, no matter how powerful the Bone Emperor is, this bone will no longer be able to be explored.

The ribs were calcined in the flames for three days, and finally melted into jade bone liquid, and Chang was not satisfied and no longer waited, and immediately controlled the fire and forced Kungang out of the sword!

The sword bone was withdrawn, and the slashing sword almost fell to the grade, and almost immediately, often disobeyed and attracted the bone, which melted into the sword body, and the original light as water, the starry slashing sword, suddenly began to transform!

The three-foot starlight became seven feet long, the blade was one foot wide, the sword body was like white bones, snow-white and lightless, and there was a thick and depressing killing machine, sharp and domineering!

This is a heavy sword, a white bone giant sword! Its grade has reached the peak of the middle grade! It has improved by more than a great realm!

"Cut off the sword, the shape of the heavy sword, refined!"

But everything is not over yet, when the sword body is condensed, he often refuses to flick his sleeves, sweeps the water of the sword pool, pats the storage ring, and takes out the 'thunder water' in the hall of merit.

This water is the condensation spring water used to refine the primeval divine soldiers, and the effect is to add a trace of thunder to the primeval divine soldiers!

The only pity is that this thunder water is too scarce, and the ancient gods and demons refining divine weapons often have a pool of thunder water, and now, often disagreeing with only one bottle... The magic weapon of condensation is not enough, it can only be diluted and improvised...

With a shake of the Ding furnace ring, the moon cold spring water obtained from the Demon Palace was mixed into the sword pool and mixed with the thunder water.

Moon Cold Spring is actually a famous condensation spring, but compared to thunder water, it is too ordinary. The condensation fountain is ready, the last step, the condensation sword body!

As soon as the metallurgical furnace was struck, the furnace fire was suddenly extinguished, and Chang was not convinced by the scroll, and the sword was immediately swept into the sword pool, and in the pool water, there was a sizzling sound of steam.

And with the transpiration of the thunder water, a trace of thunder light, separated from the water, submerged into the giant sword, and on the sword body, an obscure thunder pattern was outlined.

Sword Cheng!

Chang disobeyed the one-handed move, and moved the giant sword into his hand, but suddenly his wrist sank, and the blade of the sword fell to the ground and sank three feet into the ground.

It's so heavy! This weight is at least 10,000 catties! I'm afraid that no matter how powerful the thunder is, just by swinging it at a divine martial artist, that power will be extremely terrifying. If you are negligent, you can even slash Shenwu with one sword!

Drink!

With a cold snort, the silver light around his body appeared, and he was often unconvinced, and his strength rose sharply, and with a 'poof' sound, he pulled out a giant sword from the ground and stabbed the ground with a sword!

After a loud bang, the ground was often disobeyed by a sword, flattened by a zhang, and the incision was like a mirror... You must know that the rocks on the ground are enough to defend against the full force of the early martial arts warriors!

"The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked... The sword is sharp, and there is no contention between heaven and earth! In this way, the retreat is over... Time flies so fast, this is the life of a warrior..."

Often unconvinced, the giant sword changed back into the form of a starlight flying sword, and was absorbed into its body.

And he sat down cross-legged, breathing the mana in his body.

It seems to be a little later than expected... It's just that, the difference of a few days shouldn't be a big deal for a warrior who keeps a year on the day.

No one knows, and Chang is not convinced of what he did in Shiguan. As the time of Chang Busui and Bai Feiteng's appointment to fight approached, many old masters began to rush to the Demon Palace, waiting for this rare master duel.

Above the outer valley of the Demon Palace, thousands of feet in the air, there is a four-sided purple jade high platform, which was built by the ghost finch for this duel.

This purple jade empty platform is similar to the hanging jade platform of the Tianli Sect back then, which also marks that after the fall of Tianli, the Demon Hall officially became the first demon sect of the Vermilion Bird Country.

There are new young masters such as Chang Dissatisfied, and the momentum of the Demon Hall is like the sky.

One after another, streamers came through the sky. The old monsters who melt the spirits, each stepping on the sky, the people with rich family resources, or the immortal clouds, the famous old monsters of the gods, have taken the building boat and traveled grandly.

Maintaining the security of the ghost sparrow and being responsible for receiving guests are the five hundred eagle guards of the Demon Palace, each of which is cultivated above the sixth layer of the vein, and their faces show indifference.

And the commander of the Eagle Guard, Eagle Yang, is responsible for receiving those who have status.

Ying Yang, a middle-aged man in black armor with a scar on his face, rode a three-zhang long silver condor, speeding through the sky.

Often when you meet a master who is flying away, you will immediately meet it, but your expression and attitude are different according to the other party's cultivation.

Ying Yang, an elder in the late stage of the Demon Palace, is also the leader of the Eagle Guard, and has his own arrogance.

For the master of melting spirits, he only greeted him slightly, and only to the masters of Shenwu would he greet him with a smile. And for those 'Top Ten in the Vermilion Bird Country', or even more honorable ancestor-level figures, Yingyang's attitude is even more respectful.

"Commander Yingyang, I am fortunate to be fortunate to meet, in the Lower Purple Light Sect Elder, Song Xing. ”

"It turned out to be Elder Song Xing, fortunately I will be lucky..."Eagle Yang Pi didn't smile, because Song Xing was just a mid-stage elder of the Soul Fusion.

"Old man Qingchengzi, a casual cultivator, I have seen the leader of Yingyang..."

"Oh? it turned out to be Qingcheng Daoyou, Daoyou should come with me into the Ziyu Empty Stage!" Ying Yang's tone was slightly soothing, because this Qingchengzi was an old monster in the early stage of Shenwu, although he was a casual cultivator, he should not be underestimated.

"The concubine is Mrs. Yunhua, and she is here to go to the grand event of the Demon Palace. ”

"Hey! I didn't expect that Mrs. Yunhua had come to watch the battle, and she had missed the distance, so she would accuse herself!" Eagle raised his eyes respectfully, and occasionally with heat, he scraped Mrs. Yunhua's delicate body and swallowed his saliva.

(End of chapter)