The snow fell for seven days and seven nights, and at dawn on the eighth day it turned into a rain of ice that froze to death, and winter thunder shook in the hazy sky, and lightning raged like a rampant silver snake through the cracks of the clouds.

Ma Boguang leaned against the entrance of the cave, looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, the tips of the two long eyebrows turned into two blades, and they were carving a dead branch that could be seen everywhere.

The blade was thin and sharp, and his fingers were slender and powerful, as if all the Yin Soul had been condensed on these two knives, these two hands.

He is carving a wooden hairpin, under his skillful technique, a finely carved hollow wooden hairpin was soon born, not much longer than the finger on the hairpin but with lifelike brushstrokes to depict a delicate picture of a hundred flowers, the layered hundreds of bouquets are not half the same.

What's even more stunning is that on the petals of more than a dozen of the flowers, there are hundreds of small mechanisms hidden, as long as you blow on the hairpin, these dozen or so wooden flowers will slowly bloom from budding to blooming, competing for beauty.

Even the best carvers in Pangea may not be able to carve such a masterpiece.

It wasn't until the end of the last knife that Ma Boguang turned his gaze to the wooden hairpin.

His gaze was deep and fiery, excited and melancholy, the usual slippery and obscene were gone, and there was a glimmer of light in the depths of his eyes that seemed to have been preserved from the distant past.

With a slight flick of the ghost, the wooden hairpin that had just been carved turned into powder.

Wu Ye sat beside the fire and gnawed on the wild boar's hooves heartlessly, tilted his head to look at the old man, and said in his heart what is going on with this old and unserious thing, every time there is thunder and rain in the sky, he is like a hysteria, and he has completely changed a person, and he has spent so much effort to carve a wooden hairpin, and after he is done, he will destroy it at a glance.

Wu Ye cheekily asked the old man for it several times, wanting to give Xiao Han a few, who knew that the old man seemed to want his life, and almost didn't shake down a pair of eyebrows.

Wu Ye is a little confused, Lao Ma is a yin soul, the yin soul wants to condense the entity to change the things in the yang world, as long as there are two ways, or it is a successful cultivation and deep soul power, or it is obsession and stubbornness to a certain level!

Lao Ma's soul power of hundreds of years of penance has been completely abolished by the Red Dragon Pool, and it is completely relying on a trace of obsession to persist, and it is incredible that he can still complete such a complex and exquisite work of art!

Looking at Lao Ma's eyes with a special story, Wu Ye felt for the first time that his understanding of the old man seemed to be only the tip of the iceberg.

He remembered that after Zhongyang Town heard that his opponent was the immortal Heavenly Realm powerhouse Long Aotian, Ma Boguang had already lost all thoughts and his soul was scattered.

As a result, at the core of his soul, there is an obsession entangled with a wisp of transformation into a wooden hairpin.

It was this obsession that pulled Ma Boguang back from the brink of annihilation, and mustered up the courage for him and Long Aotian to fight to the end.

It seems that this hairpin must be very important to him.

Wu Ye's curiosity was aroused, and he walked over with half a pig's trotter in his hand, squatted beside the old man, and watched with great interest as the old man rolled up the second dead branch and started a new carving.

This time he carved a picture of a hundred birds, and seven or eight birds that had been roughly formed were vivid, and when they were blown by the wind, there was a noisy sound of "chirping" from the hollowed out dead branches.

Even a layman like Wu Ye felt a strong artistic atmosphere, and he was sure that if this thing was sold in the market, it would be worth at least a few gold knife dollars!

"Old Ma, what are you doing old man?" Wu Ye asked with a smile as his eyes were full of golden knife money shining.

"Carving the most beautiful wooden hairpin in heaven and earth. Ma Boguang still looked at the sky very deeply.

"Then why are you ruined every time you finish carving? Even if you don't want to give it to me for nothing, let's just take it to the market and sell it!"

"Because these are not the most beautiful hairpins in heaven and earth. Ma Boguang said lightly, an absolute master.

Wu Ye had nothing to say, looking at the old man's dedication to carving, he was quite familiar, and after pondering for a long time, he remembered that the old man's body was full of this special melancholy, special literary and artistic, and special temperament, and the legendary Xiao Li flying knife was simply carved out of a mold.

"Old Ma, you don't want to use the most beautiful wooden hairpin in the world to seduce Long Aotian's wife, do you? Although this hairpin is indeed beautiful, I don't think there is much hope. ”

The two eyebrows that were being carved quickly paused suddenly, and the old man smiled, and three words were clearly written with an undisguised contemptuous expression:

"She deserves it too?"

Wu Ye is even more strange, isn't this old silver stick Chao Siwan trying to get his hands on Long Aotian's wife and become the greatest silver thief in the past?

After scratching his scalp for a long time, he gnawed two pig claws, thought of a possibility, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he came up facelessly, and said with a smile: "Ma Lao, when you were young, you also liked women, right? ”

"Click!"

The wooden hairpin being carved is broken.

The old man glanced at him with some annoyance.

"Guess right?"

Wu Ye whistled, regardless of the old man's gloomy face, and asked like a cannon: "What kind of girl? Who is her surname? Is she beautiful or not? Is your body good? Is it that people simply rejected you, and then you couldn't think about it for a while, so you gave up on yourself and threw yourself into the flower picking world, wanting to paralyze yourself in the way of being a silver thief, forcing yourself to forget this girl, and as a result, after many years, you found that you still could never forget her, but the soul has passed away, and you have no choice but to carve a wooden hairpin to see things and think about people... ...”

Under the persecution of the old man's ghost qi that was about to condense into ice, Wu Ye wisely stopped his mouth and stuffed a pig's trotter into his mouth: "Okay, everyone has their own secrets, if you don't like to mention it, I'll stop talking and don't ask, really!"

"If you're full, let's open the light to the demon core when you're full!" Ma Boguang turned the broken wooden hairpin into powder and diverted the topic.

"When you're full, let's get started!"

Wu Ye wiped his hands on the oily placket, as if nothing had happened just now, but the curiosity in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and his heart said that he could stimulate the old man to be a non-silver thief, and this old lady was really enough, more than a hundred years ago, there must have been a period of lingering compassion, carnal desire, and burning passion, and the old man was also a person who came over!

Packing up all these messy thoughts and throwing them into the horns of Zhihai, Wu Ye took a deep breath and came to the center of the cave.

On a large flat bluestone, nine angular gravel are arranged in a circle, all of which are broken pieces knocked from the whetstone.

In the middle of the gravel, there is a pebble-like wolf king demon core, which is inconspicuous at first glance.

Next to the big bluestone is a basket woven by vines, the basket is covered with a thick animal skin, every gap is tightly blocked, it is full of ice water, and there are crystal clear ice cubes sinking and floating, all collected from the top of the mountain above 500 zhang.

The evil aura on Wu Ye's face was swept away, replaced by an extraordinarily solemn look, and a cautious light surged in the depths of his half-squinted eyes.

His breathing became lighter and lighter, and the rise and fall of his chest became weaker and weaker, calm as a virgin, peaceful as an old monk, only his ten fingers trembled slightly, simulating the layers of ripples that collided when the waterfall fell into the deep pool.

When the ripples trembled to the extreme, Wu Ye's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands turned into a gray phantom, enveloping the nine gravels!

The fingers popped out hundreds of times in an instant, and the nine gravels immediately spun at high speed like a spinning top, attacking the demon core in the middle together, and each slight collision knocked the demon shell wrapped around the demon core into a slight gap, or knocked down a small fragment.

After the collision, some gravel swirled and slid towards the outside of the bluestone platform, but was bounced back by Wu Ye at the moment when he was about to fall off the stone platform, as if there was an invisible barrier restraining these irritable stones.

There was a slight rustling sound in the air, which was the sound of the rubble and the demon core constantly colliding and rubbing.

At the beginning, you can still see the trajectory of the collision between the gravel and the demon core, and gradually the speed is getting faster and faster, and it is completely impossible to distinguish the location of the nine gravel and the demon core, including the hands, everything on the bluestone platform has turned into a gray mist, Wu Ye simply closed his eyes, and only used the most subtle touch of his fingertips to perceive the location of the stone and the demon core.

Obviously, he didn't move his horse, but he seemed to have fallen into the most cruel cultivation, sweating all over his body, his canine teeth were deeply embedded in his lips, and a wisp of blood bit out at the corner of his mouth.

Ma Boguang floated above the bluestone, and a ray of disbelief bloomed in his ghostly eyes.

Just like Wu Ye's eyes were a little suspicious of his own eyes when he looked at his carving just now, Ma Boguang at this moment became more and more unable to understand Wu Ye's freak.

Ma Boguang thought that he had seen enough ruthless people, murderers, and madmen in the Yin Fu Sect, but he had never seen such a crazy monster as Wu Ye.

The method of polishing the demon core that Wu Ye is performing, called the "shattering method", is the most exquisite of the nine kinds of light opening techniques of the Yin Fu Sect, which is to use the powerful friction generated when the fragments of the light opening stone rotate at high speed, and collide and rub with the demon core thousands of times, and finally grind away the demon shell, polishing the infinite demon power contained in the demon core.

This kind of sword is completely different from the ordinary consecration technique, the best polishing effect, the shortest time, but to master, but it is also the most difficult, the fingertip flexibility, fingertip perception and arm control and even the breathing rate of the contemplation master have extremely harsh requirements.

For Wu Ye, the difficulty is even more doubled.

Because he is a martial artist who cultivates "claw skills", most of the killing moves in "Five Tiger Fist" are inspired in the form of "tiger claws", and his ten fingers have already been tempered into ten iron hooks.

The stronger the fingers, the thicker the calluses on the fingertips, and the more sluggish the perception of subtleties, at least in the case of acquired martial artists, this is a truth that cannot be both.

Of course, Wu Ye's qualifications were not suitable for cultivating the Crushing and Grinding Method, but when he heard that this method was the most exquisite consecration technique, he was determined not to learn this method.

Well, he rubs the coarsest bark every day, rubbing every callus and even the skin off!

He said that his phalanges were too stiff and not flexible enough, and he used a stubborn stone to completely smash the phalanges! Between crushing and repairing again and again, he exercised the flexibility of his fingers.

Saying that his perception is too poor to perceive the subtleties of the demon core, he raises a raging fire, throws countless stones into it, and waits for the stones to burn red, and then tries to clip out the hot stones with his fingers, feeling the change in temperature and the edges and corners of the stones!

Even if the Nine Refining Demon Body can repair the damage of ** again and again, the pain will not be reduced in the slightest, Ma Boguang has also seen countless cultivators in the Yin Fu Sect torture people with extremely cruel methods, but he has never seen this method to torture himself!

Finally, Wu Ye pulled his hands out of the gray mist!

The gray mist suddenly dissipated, and tens of thousands of ravines crisscrossed the hard bluestone platform, nine broken stones rotated at high speed, and the demon core also rotated lightly in the center of the bluestone platform, and the bluestone platform had been drilled out of a shallow stone nest.

Wu Ye's hands were steaming, as if they had just been roasted in the stove, and the skin of his ten fingers was all polished, revealing a shocking amount of flesh and blood, faintly emitting the smell of burning.

"Whew!"

Wu Ye inserted his hands into the ice water, and suddenly a cloud of white mist burst out, and the ice quickly melted, and even a string of boiling bubbles rolled on the water surface!

After lowering the temperature of his hands with ice water a little, and not bothering to wipe the sweat on his forehead, Wu Ye's hands turned into a cloud of gray again, enveloping the high-speed rotating stones and demon cores, and the sound of "rustling" sounded in the cave again.

The whole process was repeated three times, and when the last ice cube turned into steam at Wu Ye's fingertips, he stopped all his movements, allowing the stone and demon core to spin silently on the bluestone platform.

Finally, both the stone and the demon core fell silent.

The original angular gravel has been ground into nine round stone eggs, as if it has been washed by the current for thousands of years, and it is natural, and there is no trace of polishing.

In the center of the bluestone platform, there is a jade fruit lying quietly, and the pale cyan surface is covered with very fine lines, like the tendons of leaves.

This is the true face of the demon core!

Wu Ye couldn't wait to hold the demon core in his palm, and a strange thought suddenly rushed into the sea of knowledge.

There seemed to be a wolf howl in his ears, and the endless horizon of the Northwest Wasteland seemed to appear in front of him.

In an instant, Wu Ye seemed to have turned into an iron-backed wolf, lurking in the wasteland, hunting, fighting, commanding thousands of beasts, attacking the towns and villages of the human race, and in an instant, it seemed that decades had passed.

"What a great illusion!"

A moment later, with a heavy sneeze, Takeno came to his senses.

Ma Boguang looked at him with a very strange look:

"Xiao Wu, if it weren't for watching you grow step by step with your own eyes and knowing that you are indeed an acquired six-fold martial artist, Lao Ma would really wonder if you were a cultivator pretending to be!

Wu Ye looked at the bloodstained demon core and asked, "What is the Demon Realm?"

Ma Boguang said helplessly:

"You don't even know what the demon realm is, so you dare to casually grab the demon core with your bloody and blurred hands? The demon core condenses all the essence, qi, and spirit of a demon beast, and naturally contains incomparably powerful demon thoughts, if someone touches the demon core for the first time, this demon thought will form all kinds of illusions in his mind, and this kind of illusion is called the demon realm! Only by strengthening the divine soul, seeing the original heart, and breaking the demon realm, can this demon core be truly refined! On the contrary, if the divine soul is not strong enough and the will is not strong enough, people will be trapped in the demon realm, become a slave of the demon core, and become a humanoid demon beast!"

"So dangerous?" Wu Ye was taken aback and blurted out, "You didn't say it just now!"

Ma Boguang said: "I just wanted to say, you just hold the demon core in the palm of your hand, and let the demon core touch your wound, the demon mind runs into the body along the wound, of course, it immediately opens the demon realm! Although it is the lowest grade demon core, the illusion of the demon realm is not strong, but the acquired martial artist enters the demon realm, it will take at least a day and a half to break free, you only need half a pillar of incense to break the demon realm, it is incredible! How is your divine soul cultivated, how can it be so firm?"

Wu Ye smiled, and said in his heart that this bull head fake has also been a bad guy for thirty years, and black and white impermanence have rubbed mahjong on the same table, and when he saw the judge, he dared to release it three times in a row without changing his face, what a big scene has not been seen, and the spirit is naturally extremely firm!

The demon core was polished, and after Ma Boguang's identification, the spiritual power contained in this low-grade demon core was basically polished, and Wu Ye was in a good mood.

He pulled out the tiger tooth sword and rested it on the bluestone platform.

According to Lao Ma's instructions, there are two ways to use the demon core, one is to grind the demon core into powder, and then fuse various materials to make rune ink, which contains a strong aura and is the best raw material for "ghost painting talismans".

The second is to replace the rune crystal with a demon core and inlay it into the tiger tooth battle knife to re-stimulate the power of the rune soldiers!

Wu Ye had already decided that the second method would be adopted.

The way of the runes is mysterious, with the cultivation of his acquired martial arts, he can only draw some of the most superficial auxiliary spirit runes at the moment, as for those powerful attack surname spirit runes, but he can't draw half of them.

Even if it is an auxiliary rune, it is not always successful, and it is often wasted that several runes are wasted, and a useful rune cannot be drawn.

At this moment, it is the eve of the big war, and it is related to whether he beats Shen Tianshi out of or Shen Tianshi beats him out of, so naturally he can't take risks, and it is safer to directly enhance his attack power.

Therefore, when he used the "crushing grinding method" to polish the demon core, he polished the demon core according to the shape of the rune crystal, and at this moment it was implanted in the crystal hole of the tiger tooth war knife, which was actually a perfect fit, and it was exactly the same.

"Whew!"

A long wolf howl came from the demon core again, and the originally dim tiger tooth battle knife instantly shone brightly, and the blue mang flowed quickly along the trajectory of the rune, condensing into a wolf head shape on the blade!

A strange scene happened! Under the light of the wolf's head, the blade suddenly twisted, and gradually grew a row of wolf-like serrations, adding a touch of ferocity and fierceness to the original domineering, of course, it looked even less like the blade used by the frontal character.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Wu Ye had an indescribable feeling that the tiger tooth battle knife had undergone a radical change from a moment ago, it was like a ...... Lived!

Ma Boguang said with a smile: "Fortunately, the iron-backed blue wolf is also a demon beast with the surname of the wind, and the demon core contains a large number of wind primordial spirits, which are in harmony with the runes on this rune soldier, so that the power of the rune array can be stimulated; ”

Wu Ye couldn't put it down, and said in his heart: "Obviously there is a row of wolf teeth, it doesn't seem appropriate to call it 'tiger teeth' again, should we take a new name, call it 'wolf teeth', in case you can get a more powerful demon core inlay next time, wouldn't it be another time to change the name?"

After pondering for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out: "Fangs!"

(To be continued)