There is no day and night in the underworld, and the wasteland is eternally silent, and I don't know how long it will take, but the flames in the distance are finally gradually extinguished.

"Is it finally alright?" Yama Ai stood up excitedly, like a little girl waiting for a present, she could barely suppress her desire to rush over.

"Don't come here!" Ye Wentian's loud shout came from afar, his voice clearly revealing a thick exhaustion, but joy and excitement could be heard in the exhaustion.

The entire hollow was scorched and melted by the heat, turning into lava and flowing towards the center.

Ye Wentian sighed, another piece of clothing was ruined, it seems that he will have to save more clothes in the future, but to his relief, after four full hours of fusion, the prototype is finally refined, and there is a long-handled battle axe lying quietly in the lava, this battle axe is full of black light, and there is a faint dark gold in the black light, the length is a full five meters, the huge axe surface is daunting, but unfortunately the axe blade is dull and has not yet opened.

The top of the tomahawk is a hideous ghost head with a single horn, and the end of the handle is a skull.

Ye Wentian lifted the tomahawk up, and it was very heavy to start, at least a thousand catties! Leave the lava hollow, find another flat ground and sit down, while the high temperature of the tomahawk has not decreased, it is the best time to engrave!

The golden light of the Sumeru ring flashed, and the spiritual power pen 'Root of Fall' appeared in his hand, Ye Wentian calmed down the feeling of weakness in his body a little, and bit the tip of his tongue to beat his spirit and prepare to engrave.

"Blood Floating Massacre!" With a broken drink, Blood Floating Massacre automatically flew out, flickering and volleying into a giant tower with a height of 100 meters and crashing to the ground.

The entire ground trembled, and Ye Xinyi and Yan Moai were also startled, the blood qi emitted by the Blood Floating Slaughter was too strong.

Filled with the spiritual power pen with the water of the sea of blood, Ye Wentian immediately lay on the axe surface of the battle axe and began to engrave the magic circle, a magic circle that had been practiced for a long time came to mind, and through the precise control of the true eye, I saw that his arm was steady without the slightest trembling, and the tip of the pen of the fallen root slid gently, leaving a series of crimson traces on the axe surface, and the crimson water of the sea of blood met the blazing axe surface, and immediately made a sneering sound, and the blood-colored steam dispersed.

This circle is the primary agility that he has not completed, and the primary agility as a basic circle can be classified in the auxiliary class, which can be engraved not only on people, but also on weapons.

With the stroke of the spiritual pen, mysterious red marks appeared on the axe, and these traces were combined to form a more complex meaning, each time the inscription is completed, this part of the circle will emit a faint light, this is the essence of the refiner: the circle inscription!

The refiner is the most noble and rare profession in the entire world, and it is difficult for one out of hundreds of millions of people to appear, and regardless of the complex refining process, only the level of inscribed magic circle can be stuck in the master99. 9% of people, in order to engrave an effective magic circle, not only needs a deep understanding of the magic circle, but also requires countless times of practice, plus a pair of absolutely stable hands and countless gold coins.

Ip Mantian is not short of talent or hard work, he also has a unique golden hand and a unique pair of true eyes!

An hour later, an intricate red circle appeared on the huge axe, and when the last stroke fell, the crimson light suddenly shone, and every line seemed to come to life.

This is not the end, in order to leave a weapon for Enma Love to protect himself, Ye Wentian stabbed the spiritual power pen on his thigh, dispelled the fatigue with the help of pain, turned the battle axe over and continued to engrave another magic circle.

After another hour, the two magic circles were all inscribed, and the temperature of the battle axe finally cooled down completely, and Ye Wentian raised the battle axe and turned into a streamer of light and drilled into the Blood Floating Massacre.

At the bottom of the Blood Floating Massacre, Ye Wentian appeared in the red mist with a battle axe, at this time Tuoba Ming was already dying, and his burly body was no longer human, and after he saw Ye Wentian, he didn't even have the strength to curse.

"That's it, I'll send you on my way!" Ye Wentian held the battle axe with both hands, and slashed it fiercely across Tuoba Ming's neck, and the unopened axe blade actually flashed a fierce black light, and with a snort, his head slipped off in response to the sound and fell into the sea of blood.

The black blood splashed on the blade of the axe quickly seeped in, and Ye Wentian immediately threw the battle axe into the sea of blood.

As soon as the tomahawk sank into the sea of blood, although it had cooled, it suddenly rose into a monstrous wave of blood, and billowing crimson steam rose with a sneer.

......

"He's out!" Enma Ai saw a figure flying out of the blood tower from afar, and the blood tower automatically shrank and flew back into the ring, and he was also carrying a giant battle axe in his hand, and he could feel the terrifying ferocity from so far away.

The figure shook suddenly, and slowly fell forward, and Enma Ai suddenly accelerated, catching him before he fell.

"You're too consumed!" After Yan Moai caught Ye Wentian, he immediately found that his breath was very weak, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was seriously ill.

Throwing himself into Enma's soft arms, Ye Wentian struggled to lift the tomahawk and smiled weakly: "It's okay, I finally succeeded, you see this is ......" Before he finished speaking, his eyelids closed heavily, and he was completely unconscious, and the heavy tomahawk fell to the ground with a clatter.

Yan Moai didn't look at the tomahawk, she sat down on the spot, hugged the sleeping Ye Wentian tightly in her arms, and helped him adjust his posture, so that he could lie on her chest as comfortably as possible.

"You, you're so tired, get a good night's sleep!" Yan Moai gently rubbed Ye Wentian's hair and leaned her face on the top of his head, at this moment she no longer looked like a ghost sister who needed to be taken care of, but a ghost sister who knew how to care.

Ye Xinyi didn't bother in the past, she tightened herself in her loose clothes, and the aura emitted by the battle axe made her very frightened, as if one more look would stab her soul.

Ye Wentian hadn't slept for a long time, and the long-lost sleepiness completely overwhelmed him, and he felt like he was sinking into deep water, all the way down......

After sleeping for two days, Ip Man opened his eyes, and his first reaction was to rub it, feeling soft, like a cloud on his pillow.

"You're awake!" Enma Ai looked down in surprise.

"Ahh

Enma Ai was not embarrassed at all, but leaned over and said with a smile: "Don't be ashamed, you have slept in my arms for two days, not to mention that I have also slept in your arms before, let's settle down." ”