Burial of the Heavenly Gods.

In front of Hongchen and Lin Hao at this time, the original huge pit had disappeared, and was replaced by a huge altar.

The weird sword in Duan Hongchen's hand was obtained from here, the sword was originally inserted at the bottom of the pit, and when the black qi on the sword dissipated, it was exposed and turned into a rusty appearance.

Originally, Duan Hongchen had seen many such swords here, but none of these iron swords were intact, and the better ones were buried in the ground and turned into stone. Others are either rusty fragments, some may have only left a trace of outline, or more have long since turned into dust and ashes, disappearing between the vast world and the world.

At that time, Duan Hongchen had already entered and exited the Burial Heaven God Domain more than once, and he knew better than anyone that all those intact utensils were left by foreign adventurers.

However, when he encountered this sword, his original perception changed!

Duan Hongchen was sure that this sword was not brought by an outsider, and the ancient aura on its body, the traces left over from the years, was not much weaker than those dead corpses.

When Duan Hongchen made this discovery, he became curious about the rusty iron sword.

On the one hand, it looked ordinary, and the stinky iron sword on the sword body was actually inserted in a place filled with evil energy, and it seemed that it had not been infected and corroded by evil energy.

In this case, no matter who it is, anyone with a little bit of insight can probably guess that this sword is definitely a treasure!

Duan Hongchen naturally thought of it, and he could sense that this sword, like these living dead, had already gone through an unknown number of years, this was definitely a peerless thing!

Sure enough, Duan Hongchen guessed correctly!

When Duan Hongchen really approached the sword, he realized that the reddish-brown thing on the sword's body was rusty, and it was clearly a piece of blood!

This sword must have been stained with the blood of unimaginable existence, and the dried blood gradually merged into the sword body, so that this sword was not corroded by the years and the evil spirit here.

With a little excitement and curiosity, Duan Hongchen pulled out the sword.

However, just as Duan Hongchen pulled out that sword, all of a sudden, there were many visions, and Duan Hongchen seemed to see endless demons and monsters pouring out from all directions.

Who was Duan Hongchen, although he didn't have the strength he had today, but he instantly reacted to what he should do! He didn't have time to think about the reason for the appearance of these demons, let alone appreciate the divine soldiers who had just arrived.

Duan Hongchen only knew that if he wanted to live, he had to kill them one by one, and kill all these things that stood in front of him that he didn't know what they were.

He picked up the sword in his hand, which had turned black, and slashed at the demon in front of him one after another.

That sword was really an extraordinary weapon, and the demons and monsters that made him rush in couldn't withstand the power of the sword at all, and all the demons who were cut down didn't even have time to call for help, so they just turned into ashes and disappeared.

Although the divine soldiers were sharp, it was a pity that they did not bring much help to Duan Hongchen.

The demon army seemed to be endless, and if Duan Hongchen killed one, two or three would pop up directly, and then continue to rush towards him.

In this way, Duan Hongchen was tirelessly killing, and those demons were still appearing, and the density became larger and larger.

In the end, despite the unknown sword in his hand, no demon could resist Duan Hongchen's sword.

But even so, Duan Hongchen still can't move an inch! The so-called "quality is not enough, quantity is made up" is so clearly reflected at this time!

Duan Hongchen didn't know how long he had been killed, from day to night, and from night to day. Time kept passing, and in the end, Duan Hongchen didn't know how many days and nights had passed, it could be more than ten days, it could be a month, or it could be longer, and he couldn't remember it himself.

On the way, Duan Hongchen was tired and tired, and he kept reminding himself that he couldn't fall down, because once he fell, I was afraid that he would never have a chance to stand up again!

Until I don't know when, Duan Hongchen couldn't hold on anymore, and he didn't know if he had a mental breakdown, or he couldn't bear the trouble of tiredness anymore, and his consciousness finally came to a standstill.

When Duan Hongchen woke up again, he was still in the posture where he had just drawn his sword. There have never been any demons and monsters, and time has just passed, everything is an illusion, an illusion imagined by Duan Hongchen.

The sword in Duan Hongchen's hand no longer looked rusty, but was covered with a layer of black qi as black as ink, wrapped in a strange and ominous aura.

After thinking about it for a long time, Duan Hongchen finally determined that the black qi reflected in his eyes on the sword body was just an illusion.

Because this sword was born early, the sword itself has great flaws, and the power it exudes has a disturbing effect. Once the mood is lacking, it will be affected by this sword, and it will fall into an illusion and cannot extricate itself.

To this day, Duan Hongchen still vividly remembers the scene of that day, and the illusion he saw that day was nothing more than his fantasy of danger. It's just that Duan Hongchen has long lost awe in his heart, and those illusions can't have any effect on him at all.

"How long will it take?" Looking at the altar in front of him, Duan Hongchen asked Lin Hao.

According to Lin Hao's meaning, the defect of this sword is just because it was born early, which caused it to be imperfect, and there is nothing wrong with the sword itself.

If Duan Hongchen wanted to forge the sword, he had to understand the breeding environment of this sword, and then think of a way to conceive this sword to a perfect state.

When Lin Hao and Duan Hongchen came here, the two of them set up this altar, and on top of the altar was a sword-casting pool, which was specially prepared for the purpose of sacrificing this sword.

According to Lin Hao's meaning, this sword itself was conceived by various negative forces in the Burial Heaven God Domain, and if you want to complete the sword sacrifice, you need to collect more resentment, anger, and unwillingness and other emotional remnants in the Burial Heaven God Domain.

This is simply the Burial Heaven God Domain, an ancient battlefield, and the most important thing here is those living dead who are unwilling to die, as well as the remnants of the spirit body that do not want to dissipate, they are the best sacrifice targets!

So Lin Hao and Duan Hongchen set up this altar to specifically sacrifice those living dead and ghosts, and get their negative emotions to conceive this sword.

"Conservative estimate, it will take about three hundred years!" Lin Hao spoke, his gaze was slightly hot, a divine weapon that was born and perhaps not weaker than the Seven Great Treasures was about to appear in his hands, which was a temptation that no refiner could solve.

"Three hundred years, so long!" Duan Hongchen raised his eyebrows, knowing that he was only twenty-five years old now, three hundred years was twelve times his age, he naturally felt that it was a long time.

"Three hundred years is just a conservative estimate, but it's not long, you must know that this sword has been gestation for no longer known how long, maybe since the existence of the Burial Heaven God Domain, this sword has begun to be conceived. Now there is only one last process left, if we let us forge the sword ourselves, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in our lifetime!" Lin Hao said as he stared at the sword-casting pool in the middle.

Duan Hongchen was also silent when he heard this, he learned from the mouth of the old monster Qing Mingzi that this sword should have gradually tended to perfection 100,000 years ago. And to this day, this sword is still flawed, which shows how strong this sword is!

"Dayan fifty, Tianyan forty-nine, this last process, I'm afraid it has to be completed, once this sword is born, it must be comparable to the existence of the seven great treasures, and it will be worth it if it takes hundreds of years to exchange!" Lin Hao's words really sound like nothing wrong, three hundred years can be cast into a divine weapon that has been born for hundreds of millions of years, no matter how you look at it, it is not a loss-making deal.

"Since that's the case, that's the only way to go!" Three hundred years, Duan Hongchen didn't feel pity, he was just a little surprised, after all, since he started cultivating, it had only been more than ten years.

Duan Hongchen is a sober person, for the goal in his heart, don't say it's just three hundred years, even if it really makes him wait for hundreds of millions of years, he may not be unwilling to wait!

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Eastern Regions, Poor Heavenly Daoist Sect.

The origin of the Poor Heaven Dao Sect is extremely mysterious, 30,000 years ago, a force suddenly rose in the Eastern Regions, and the master of this force called himself the Poor Heaven Dao Lord.

The strength of the Poor Heaven Dao Lord is extremely strong, it is said that he has approached the Forbidden Supreme, and the other party swept the entire continent back then, and no one can cover its edge, and single-handedly opened up the Poor Heaven Dao Sect.

Since then, the sect masters of this faction have all called themselves the Poor Heaven Dao Lord, and there have been six generations of Dao Masters since the tenth generation, and now it is the seventh generation of the Poor Heaven Dao Sect that controls the Poor Heaven Dao Sect.

On this day, somewhere in the depths of the Poor Heavenly Dao Sect.

At this time, the Poor Heaven Dao Lord was extremely humble, and his demeanor was extremely respectful: "Meet the king god, the ancestor of the past generations!"

In front of the Poor Heaven Dao Lord, there were five huge pieces of cold ice placed on both sides, and the surface of the ice was engraved with runes, which was the self-sealing of the Poor Heaven Dao Lord of the past dynasties, freezing the vitality!

In the first position on the right side of the five pieces of ice, there was a middle-aged man with a few strands of silver in his hair, he was the first generation of Poor Heaven Dao Lord. Thirty thousand years have passed, and he has not sealed himself, and he is not even dead!

Directly in front of the two sides, in the main position in the middle, sat a young man, the young man's face was flat, a wide black robe was loose but solemn, a pair of eyebrows were as black as ink, his face was calm, and there was no slightest fluctuation on his body. He sat there as if he were a statue, not at all like a living person, and in fact it was, in his current state, he was not human at all!

Obviously, the status of this young man is higher than anyone else, and he should be the "king god" in the mouth of this generation of poor heavenly masters.

No one knows that the Poor Heaven Dao Masters of the past dynasties are still alive, and no one will know that the person who really created the Poor Heaven Dao Sect is not a generation of Poor Heaven Dao Masters at all, but this young man who is known as the "King God".