A sudden rain of blood, the annihilation of an inaccessible sect, and the death of a spear master at the peak of Huayuan, these three things brought the long-disappeared Thirteen Taibao back to people's attention.

Everyone talked, speculated, and slandered the reason for their return, using various points of view to deconstruct this matter, and all the deconstructions had a common basis, the strongest judgment force of the Evil Moon Sect, rising again.

At the same time, sixteen small sects near Yunzhou received a gilded black background Death sticker with eight words written in blood: Either submit to obedience, or destroy the door.

Different people have made different choices, some sects have surrendered to the Evil Moon Sect, and some have chosen to resist, and the final result is naturally the same as that of the Baizhen Sect.

After a bloody storm, the momentum of the Evil Moon Sect completely shook Yunzhou, and even the three major sects began to re-examine this opponent.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Han Chuang, he is in the mud island of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, waiting for his heavy sword to be released, just like a father waiting for his child to be born, hope and worry coexist.

He was standing in the courtyard of a wooden house in the middle of a plum blossom forest, and there was a stone wall behind it, and a crack was cracked in the center of the stone wall, and sparks were rising outward from the crack.

In the center of the crack, a sword was inserted.

A heavy sword made of dark iron, the side of the sword body is engraved with detailed patterns, lifelike, and the pattern of the five beasts on the front is even more vivid.

Han Chuang is no stranger to these five beasts, they are the five beasts in the five fists of the Book of Changes, the tiger leaps into the deep mountains, the crane roars for nine days, King Kong beats his chest, the snake swims at the bottom of the pool, and the dragon soars among the clouds.

The flames burned, and sparks swirled around the sword, turning the heavy sword into turquoise.

Helian Qingshi stood beside him with a serious face, staring at the color change of the heavy sword with his eyes, this is the last step in casting the sword, when the sword body is cast, it will be roasted with the ground fire, and finally the blood of the spirit will be sacrificed to the sword, so that the heavy sword can be made psychic, only the psychic sword can really be regarded as a divine weapon.

Of course, for the sword forging itself, this step is not necessary, but a sword that is not psychic, no matter how sharp it is, is just an ordinary sword.

Helian Qingshi never casts an ordinary sword, if he wants to cast, he will definitely cast a psychic divine weapon.

Shen Biliu hugged the stone ape and walked out. She looked so lonely, and the expression on her face was almost sad, but it was the stone ape, with a relaxed face, writhing in Shen Biliu's arms.

Shen Biliu nodded to Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing, walked straight to Helian Qingshi's side, looked at the heavy sword inserted in the center of the earth fire, and sighed.

"Do you really need to sacrifice a sword with this little thing," she said.

Helian Qingshi nodded and said, "That's right, if you want to become a sword, you must use spiritual objects to forge a sword, and this heavy sword is a special sword, and ordinary attributes are useless to it at all." ”

Shen Biliu glanced at the stone ape and said, "Is it really going to be fine?"

The corners of Helian Qingshi's mouth opened, and he laughed softly: "Don't worry, I have also sacrificed the sword with my own blood, isn't it okay now?"

Shen Biliu smiled bitterly: "Is it okay not to advance an inch?"

Helian Qingshi shook his head and said, "That's not the fault of the sacrificial sword, but the fault of Shen Shuyue." ”

Shen Biliu was silent, she didn't speak again after all, handed the stone ape to Helian Qingshi, and left.

Helian Qingshi glanced at Shen Biliu who was far away, and sighed silently, maybe forgetting about each other in the rivers and lakes is the best result for them.

Han Chuang walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Old man Helian, let everything be as it is." ”

The word fate is easy to say, but it exhausts the helplessness of life.

In the daytime, the light was bright and dazzling, and what was more dazzling than the light was the sword light that bloomed from the sword's body, blending with the earth and fire, forming a strange scene, like a mountain peak in the rain and mist.

Helian Qingshi handed the stone ape to Han Chuang and said, "When I say sacrifice to the sword in a while, you can take some of its essence blood and sprinkle it on the sword, and leave the rest to me."

Han Chuang glanced at the stone ape in his arms and said apologetically, "Little monkey, I'm sorry, I need a few drops of your essence blood." ”

Essence blood is different from ordinary blood, it is the essence of the spiritual object, ordinary essence of the blood hair, the spiritual object needs to be killed, tempered by secret methods, and there is a method of extraction, which requires the consent of the spiritual object.

Han Chuang promised Shen Biliu not to hurt the little monkey, so he asked for its opinion.

At this time, Xiao Bai's voice sounded in his heart: "The master doesn't have to ask it, I just need to oppress it directly with the power of the bloodline, and I don't dare not take out my own essence and blood." ”

The level division of demon beasts is very strict, Xiaobai's strength is stronger than that of the stone ape, and the bloodline is more noble than the stone ape, and it is not impossible to force it to hand over the essence blood.

But Han Chuang was unwilling to use this method to force the stone ape, every living being has the right to choose by himself, this is the truth he learned from Xuanbi.

After listening to Han Chuang's words, the stone ape was stunned thoughtfully, a struggling expression appeared on his face, and after a long while, he hissed weakly and nodded.

Han Chuang and the others saved its hostess, so it would be too much to take a few drops of its essence blood - demon beasts know more about gratitude than humans.

Helian Qingshi glanced at the color of the sword body, which was gradually changing from turquoise to Yin Hong, and he shouted, "Okay, you guys are ready!"

Han Chuang drew out his long sword and put it between the veins of the stone ape, and the stone ape also had a lot of human nature to force the essence blood into the veins.

The body of the sword turned completely red, red like blood, and at this moment, I heard Helian Qingshi shouting: "Quick!

Without hesitation, Han Chuang slashed the stone ape's wrist with a sword, and Yin Hong's blood shot into the air, condensing into a brilliant blood crane in the air.

Han Chuang flicked the wind in his palm, and the blood crane suddenly flew towards the sword body.

Listening to the sound of "Zi", the mist was billowing, Helian Qingshi hurriedly formed various complex handprints, and one by one the marks hit the sword body, only to see the blood stains attached to the sword body, little by little by the heavy sword.

It was really devouring, Han Chuang clearly felt this, and could even hear the joyful laughter emitted by the heavy sword.

The stone ape seemed to have been drained of all its strength, curled up in Han Chuang's arms, the physique of the demon beast, let the wound love you instantly heal, but the loss of essence and blood cannot be said to be made up, and now it is weak, not even as good as an ordinary beast.

Seeing its sluggish appearance, Han Chuang couldn't help but ask Xiaobai, "Is it okay little monkey?"

Xiaobai said: "Don't worry, master, it's just that the vitality is seriously injured, with the elixir you prepared for it, it will be able to recover soon, maybe it can be blessed by misfortune." ”

The one who knows the monster best will always be the monster.

Listening to Xiaobai's words, Han Chuang finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sleeping stone ape with a relaxed expression, and said, "Little monkey, don't worry, you will recover soon." ”

The stone ape raised its eyelids slightly, glanced at Han Chuang, snorted twice, and closed its eyes again, it was so tired that it became a difficult thing to even raise its hand.

At this moment, a dragon's groan resounded through the sky. Rolling dark clouds obscured the light, and the originally clear sky instantly became dark.

"What's going on?" Han Chuang asked.

"Divine soldiers have spirits, they will respond to the thunder, success will be the achievement of divine soldiers, and defeat will become waste. It was Nie Qingqing who spoke, and her expression was extremely serious at the moment.

Helian Qingshi glanced at Nie Qingqing in surprise and said, "I didn't expect that Miss Qingqing still has research on sword casting. ”

Nie Qingqing's face instantly climbed with two red glows, and said shyly: "I just know a little bit of fur, how dare I get an axe in front of you." ”

Helian Qingshi laughed loudly: "Qingqing girl doesn't need to be modest, she can know that the Heavenly Thunder Forges Soul, I'm afraid it's not just a little bit of skin." ”

Nie Qingqing smiled awkwardly and said, "I was fortunate enough to see the Heavenly Thunder Soul Forged once. ”

Helian Qingshi said: "That is also a rare experience. ”

Han Chuang glanced at the two of them helplessly and said, "Should the two of you focus on the sword?" ”

Helian Qingshi laughed and said, "Don't worry, although the old man's sword-forging technique is not foolproof, it can be successful eight times out of ten." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a "boom", and a purple thunderbolt slashed on the sword, and the sword body trembled and buzzed.

At this time, even Shen Biliu, who had already entered the room, walked out and stared at the heavy sword with a shocked expression.

Another bolt of lightning struck the sword, and the sword body suddenly flourished.

Helian Qingshi's eyes lit up, and he said, "It's almost done, it's almost done." ”

Although he said just now that there was no need to be nervous, the clenched fists betrayed him, and any sword forging was always possible to fail before it succeeded, and all he could do was to minimize this possibility.

And Han Chuang was even more unbearable, every time a bolt of lightning struck the sword, he would tremble, as if the lightning was slashing on his body.

Eight bolts of lightning slashed down in a row, and the brilliance of the sword body suddenly dimmed.

Helian Qingshi suddenly said urgently: "Oops, the spirituality is not enough, Han Chuang, quickly use your essence and blood to make up for it." ”

Lack of spirituality means that the essence blood absorbed by the sword body is not enough, and it cannot be condensed into a divine soul, this kind of thing often happens, after all, no one knows how much essence blood is needed to condense a sword soul of a divine soldier.

As soon as Han Chuang heard this, he didn't hesitate to see his wrist slashed, and a burst of essence blood shot out, spilling on the sword's body, he suddenly felt as if his body had been drained, and he stumbled a few times, if it wasn't for Nie Qingqing's support, he would have fallen to the ground.

Helian Qingshi was not idle, the moment Han Chuang spilled his essence blood, he immediately punched his hand seal on the sword body, and his palm flew in the air, Han Chuang and the others only saw a faint shadow, and the handprint that entered the sword body.

Like the blessing of the handprint and Han Chuang's essence blood, the brilliance on the sword body flourished again.

At this moment, a purple lightning bolt as thick as a baby's arm suddenly broke through the dark clouds and slashed heavily on the sword.

There was a "boom", like someone beating a war drum in the sky, and this sound chiseled into Han Chuang's ears, making his chest feel stuffy.

- There was a thud, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Brother Han!"

Nie Qingqing helped Han Chuang to step aside.

Han Chuang glanced at her weakly and said with a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

He was indeed fine, and it could even be said that he was happy tightly.

Why?

The thunderbolt just now slashed at his sword, just like slashing on him, instantly paralyzing his whole body, if it weren't for his body being tough enough, I'm afraid he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, but now he only suffered some minor injuries, but it made him feel the existence of the sword soul.

That's right!

It was the sword soul, at that moment, he felt that on the heavy sword, there was a condensed power of a living being, and it was connected with his mind, and it was self-evident how important it was to have a sword that was in line with his own mind.

After this lightning, the clouds disappeared, the color cleared, and the sky returned to a clear place without a trace of clouds, blue and blue, like a piece of unblemished amber.

Helian Qingshi suddenly shouted excitedly: "It's done, it's done, the heavy sword is finally cast." ”

Han Chuang raised his eyes and saw that under the wall of the earth fire, the earth fire dissipated, and the heavy sword in the middle of the pitch black ink was quietly inserted between the gaps.

Faintly, Han Chuang heard the call of the heavy sword.