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It's just that the holy fire in the furnace is burning very vigorously at this moment, roasting this Eight Snake Sword Casting Furnace to the point that the whole body is red, and the Yuan Tian ebony wood inside seems to have begun to change color.

Seeing that Yuan Tian's black gold wood turned red, Lao Zhuang finally let out a long breath and sighed: "It's done!"

Because Yuan Tian ebony wood was burned in the furnace for two days before, there was nothing at all, and now that the holy flame is lucky, the ebony wood really can't resist and begins to melt, it seems that the hard work of himself and these guys in the past two days has not been in vain.

But Zhu Xiaodan glared at him: "What's the end? It's okay to start now?"

Lao Zhuang was stunned: "I wish ...... Master, now that the flame is lit, and then Yuan Tian's ebony wood is burned into a puddle of black water, isn't it over the tray that falls into the bottom of the furnace?"

"Oh, how can it be so simple!" Zhu Xiaodan said: "That's right, this step you said is indeed right, but have you thought about it? This is Yuan Tian Ebony Wood! Do you know the origin of Yuan Tian Ebony Wood?"

"Yes. Lao Zhuang nodded honestly, not only did he know that all the swordsmiths here had heard of the legend of this piece of Yuan Tian Ebony Wood.

"Think about it, this wood goes up to the heavenly court, goes down to hell, and passes through the human world! Carrying 36,000 ghosts of hell! How can this furnace be cleaned up so easily!" Zhu Xiaodan shook his head.

Lao Zhuang and everyone were dumbfounded: "Can't clean it up?"

Zhu Xiaodan looked at the Yuan Tian Wujin Mu in the furnace, and said with a solemn expression: "Thirty-six thousand hell ghosts may break out of the furnace at any time!"

"What?" Lao Zhuang almost fainted, he knew that Zhu Xiaodan was definitely not lying.

"What then?" the rest of the swordsmiths were out of ideas.

"What else can we do? If these 36,000 ghosts break the furnace and break the wood, we can only suppress them by using the spirit of the craftsman. Zhu Xiaodan said lightly.

Craftsman!

The sword forging masters all felt that their legs were weak, and their minds were blank, of course they understood what Zhu Xiaodan meant.

All forgers, after a long period of weapon forging process, will sprout an ordinary thing in their body - the craftsman!

Craftsmen are the whole of a swordsmith, the result of their years of forging, or even their lives.

For a swordsmith, the craftsman is like a martial artist, a singer in his throat, and a philosopher in his thinking.

The Craftsman lives in the Swordsmith's body until he dies, and if he loses the Craftsman's Spirit, the Swordsmith will die!

The craftsmanship of the swordsmith also depends on the level of the craftsman, and the craftsmanship of those swordsmiths with outstanding craftsmanship is naturally superb, and these awesome craftsmen can even affect the weapons created by the master, thereby greatly increasing the power of the weapon, or changing the attributes of the weapon.

Now this piece of Yuan Tian black gold wood, everyone naturally knows what kind of goods it is, this wood was a medicinal tree in the heavenly court, it can be described as a divine product in the wood, but after being relegated to hell, it is full of resentment, and it also carries the soul of hell.

Thirty-six thousand hellish ghosts!

What is this concept? If these ghosts break out of their cocoons and escape into the world, they are afraid that they will be rivers of blood and the world will become purgatory.

And what Zhu Xiaodan said about using craftsmen to suppress these ghosts is to make the worst plan.

The swordsmiths present are all contemporary masters, and their craftsman's spirit is naturally powerful, if so many people join forces, the craftsman spirit can control and change all the weapons that are being forged.

But now in this Eight Snake Sword Casting Furnace, the forging is not an ordinary product! This is Yuan Tian Wujin Mu with 36,000 hell ghosts!

If these ghosts break through the furnace, will the craftsmen be able to resist them, will they be able to suppress them?

If you can't bear it, there is only one ending - the soul disappears and the person dies!

If you can't suppress the ghosts, the craftsman will inevitably dissipate, and the swordsmith who loses the craftsman's spirit will bleed in an hour, and he will die!

This is obviously risking his own life to accompany Zhu Xiaodan to gamble on this game!

Suddenly, the sword-forging room suddenly became silent, everyone was pondering, and no one spoke.

"Of course. Zhu Xiaodan saw everyone's frowns, so he smiled and said, "I'm just making a suggestion, if you don't want to, you can leave now." ”

After at least two swordsmiths heard Zhu Xiaodan say this, their buttocks couldn't help but move slightly, but seeing that the rest of them didn't move, these two people were really embarrassed, and they finally stood firm.

In fact, everyone is a little entangled in their hearts, we were invited by the Sanyang Sect to this life-killing valley to make weapons for him, what is it that gets up early every day to find out the dark picture? It's money!

When everyone came, they all dragged their families to come, hoping that with the development and growth of the Sanyang Sect, they would also make a little money, so that the family could live a good life earlier.

Now as soon as this Master Zhu came, he threw out the two sacred objects of the Eight Snakes Sword Casting Furnace and Yuan Tian Ebony Gold Wood, these two things can be said to be the ultimate dream of all sword casters, and it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to participate in such a top casting action of the Zhu family heirs, and it will definitely be passed on to future generations.

But is it necessary to take your own life?

Once they lose their craftsman spirit and lose their lives, what will happen to their families? Everyone is old and young, and who will they expect in their future lives?

However, I don't want to lose such an opportunity in front of me, so it's so difficult to do! Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and everyone tacitly understood it.

"Master Zhu, can the craftsmen of our people resist those 36,000 hell ghosts?" someone finally asked.

Everyone wanted to know the answer to this question, and they couldn't help but look at Zhu Xiaodan. Zhu Xiaodan pondered for a while and said, "I don't want to lie to you, if these 36,000 ghosts break the furnace and crack the wood, if our craftsmen like to suppress them, I'm afraid it's the praying mantis blocking the car!"

"Ahh......h Isn't this a plan to send you to death?

Thinking of this, a few more people swept their eyes out of the door, and their hearts were about to leave. Even Lao Zhuang lost his voice and said, "Isn't there no way to suppress them?" If he had known this, why did Master Zhu have to light the holy fire and take this risk?"

Zhu Xiaodan said, "Do you know how many ghosts there are in Yuan Tian's black gold wood?"

Everyone looked at each other, everyone had already heard about the legend of Yuan Tian Wujinmu, but they didn't know why Master Zhu asked like this.

"Isn't it thirty-six thousand?" replied the youngest swordsmith. (To be continued.) )