A few days later, early in the morning.

Before the hour came, there was a clanging hammer in the fire room.

In a casting room, the steaming heat was steaming, and the shirtless Yuan Ming was holding a casting hammer, continuously hitting the embryonic iron on the anvil, and the bright and bright red sparks were scattered and splashed in all directions.

His expression was focused, his eyes focused on the embryonic iron, and there seemed to be nothing else in his eyes.

His arm was tightly connected to the casting hammer, and it seemed to be a simple grasp, but in fact, he secretly operated the exorcism technique, pouring mana into the hammer, forming a sense of chaos like an arm's command.

Yuan Ming smashed down one hammer after another, his speed getting faster and faster, and he kept approaching that goal.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

The sound of eagerness is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and finally a unique rhythm has been formed.

Eight hundred and thirty-seven, eight hundred thirty-eight......

Nine hundred forty-one, nine hundred forty-two, nine hundred forty-three......

Yuan Ming was sweating like oil, and the beads of sweat on his forehead kept rolling down and falling to the ground.

"It's soon, it's going to be soon......" Yuan Ming clenched his teeth, but he kept chattering in his heart.

Nine hundred seventy-eight, nine hundred seventy-nine......

His arms had stiffened, and the thrashing movement had begun to deform slightly, but he was trying to control it so that the drop of the hammer would not deviate in the slightest.

But when manpower is exhausted, it cannot be overcome by will alone.

The moment the 981st hammer fell, the originally crisp and pleasant sound showed a trace of dullness that should not be there.

Yuan Ming knew that he had failed again.

He stopped, didn't make any more senseless hammer blows, and watched as the embryonic iron on the anvil cooled little by little.

The fire marten, who had been watching from the sidelines, also noticed Yuan Ming's loss, and quickly ran to him, stretching out his claws to grab the casting hammer, as if he wanted to help him continue to temper.

Yuan Ming touched its head and put the casting hammer aside with a smile.

He wasn't actually lost, but just reflecting, because the power of the divine soul was not weak, and his exorcism cultivation was quite smooth, but there was still some distance from being able to comprehend it, which was also the main reason for his failure to refine the embryo.

At this moment, a figure approached from a distance, and it was Fang Ge.

"Your progress is faster than I imagined, to be able to make such a big progress in just a few days, you can already hammer out nine hundred and eighty-one hammers in a row, which is enough to refine the spirit beast saddle sheath seat and the like. It can be said that your level has surpassed most of the disciples of the Fire Refining Hall. He came to Yuan Ming's side and stopped, glanced at Yuan Ming up and down, and spoke.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm still nineteen hammers away from that goal." Yuan Ming said.

"It's a thousand miles away, it seems that it is only nineteen hammers, but in fact it is still far away." Fang Ge nodded, with a serious expression.

Yuan Ming wanted to continue to say a few polite words, but swallowed back, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and said in his heart, Are you here to encourage me, or are you here to hurt me?

"I understand that my gap is not only a matter of 19 hammers, but also a big gap in strength, skill, and even concentration." Yuan Ming thought about it and said.

"It can be seen that you don't really like refining weapons, so I don't understand, Shizun She has already explained that you can refine embryos without sifting, but why do you insist on doing this, and even put in more effort than others?" Fang Ge's serious face showed a look of confusion and asked.

"Because I don't like detours." Yuan Ming looked at this serious senior brother and replied.

"Huh?" The squares are even more puzzled.

"When I encounter a mountain, I prefer to climb over it rather than go around it." Yuan Ming explained with a smile.

"Excellent! In this way, you will be very close to the goal of a thousand hammers. When Fang Ge heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

……

Night.

A full moon hangs in the western sky, and the clear moonlight splashes like water, casting it into the window.

Yuan Ming was sitting cross-legged in the room with his eyes closed, holding the incense burner in his arms, shrouded in a hazy light, practicing the "Dark Moon Formula".

Huo Touer leaned comfortably at his feet, her eyes slightly closed, half asleep.

Yuan Ming sat down and looked at himself, and he could clearly see the inner scene of his sea of knowledge, which had been basically suppressed by him because of the hidden dangers caused by the cultivation of the art of draping.

The dark red mist that permeated his sea of consciousness had been honestly driven to the edge, and he didn't dare to make another attempt.

Yuan Ming's hands pinched, and he silently recited the Dark Moon Formula in his heart, and his divine thoughts began to gather, and his strength continued to concentrate.

Suddenly, one of his thoughts came to him, and the power of his divine consciousness began to rush out of the sea of consciousness and explore towards the meridians around his body.

He is trying to complete the inner vision of all the meridians.

When the power of divine consciousness rushes out, two forces are first diverted, entering the Ren pulse and the Du pulse respectively.

These two are the two largest yin and yang veins in the veins of the human body, and as soon as the mind enters, you can clearly see that the Ren vein goes down from the forehead, past the center of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, the throat, and the middle of the chest, all the way down to the abdomen.

Among them, the acupuncture points are like a post station on a post road, lit up with lights everywhere.

The divine thought of entering the pulse of the governor, all the way to the introspection, along the back of the head and the middle ridge all the way down, along the way like the Great Wall, there are beacon towers, one by one acupuncture points correspond to it, burning with raging fire.

When the two divine thoughts were divided, Yuan Ming only felt a faint pain in his head, but it was still tolerable.

However, after these two streams are divided, there are still seven meridians on the head and face: Zuyang Ming stomach meridian, Zu Shaoyang gallbladder meridian, Zu Yang bladder meridian, Hand Yang Ming large intestine meridian, Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian, Hand Sun small intestine meridian and Zu Yin and liver meridians.

Divine thoughts also need to enter these seven meridians at the same time, and then they need to be divided into seven more paths.

In order to make progress in the cultivation of "Dark Moon Jue", Yuan Ming turned his heart sideways, and his mind was born.

In the next moment, the seven divine thoughts that he had scattered entered these meridians at the same time, and he began to look inwardly at himself.

For a while, the internal scenes of the veins and the big points around the body were all clearly displayed in Yuan Ming's mind.

Yuan Ming's mind also seemed to explode, and there was an unbearable sharp pain.

He gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the urge to open his eyes and give up the impact again, but his body was already shaking irrepressibly.

It is a sharp pain that causes muscle spasms all over the body.

The gluttonous man leaning at his feet was awakened by Yuan Ming's strange appearance, and couldn't help but open his eyes.

It looked at Yuan Ming's pale face, sweat oozing from his forehead, and trembling all over, and couldn't help but squeak in a hurry.

At this moment, it suddenly saw a silver shadow standing on the ancient pine tree outside the window, and immediately arched its back and grinned towards it.

The shadow walked gracefully, gradually out of the shade of the tree, revealing a body of silver-white soft hair in the moonlight, shining all over its body, looking noble and elegant.

The little fire marten did not relax its vigilance because of the beautiful appearance of the silver cat, but there was a faint fire in its bared mouth.

However, the silver cat did not pay any attention to its warning and intimidation, and still walked along the branch with graceful steps, and landed on the windowsill with a slight leap.

Just when the mink felt threatened and was about to attack, its eyes suddenly met the silver cat's heterochromatic eyes.

There was a psychedelic and eerie light in his pupils, and the little fire marten noticed that the object in front of him had changed, as if he had seen a hill of fire crystals and fire jade.

Its eyes were psychedelic, and the corners of its mouth couldn't help grinning, revealing a smile-like arc, but it seemed to think that Yuan Ming was in danger, and forcibly struggled, trying to resist this temptation.

But when those fire crystals and fire jades rolled down towards it, it still couldn't resist the temptation and couldn't help but pounce.

It's not that it's spineless, it's just that there are too many fire crystals.

The silver cat glanced at the little marten that was rolling on the ground and kicking its legs, sticking out its tongue and licking the air, and its eyes were full of disdain.

Then, her eyes fell on Yuan Ming.

At this moment, Yuan Ming's face was not only pale, his brows were furrowed, and his face was painful.

His divine consciousness had almost poured out, and he wanted to go through all the meridians in one fell swoop, and then go straight to the dantian, incorporating all the three interior scenes into the inner vision, and completing the complete self-contemplation.

But halfway through, he felt that his scattered consciousness was beginning to be a little weaker.

"Could it be that the strength of the divine thought is not enough?" Yuan Ming was puzzled.

With only a slight hesitation and hesitation, the remaining divine consciousness power in his sea of consciousness began to diverge out, surging towards the meridians.

Yuan Ming's divine consciousness expanded in an instant, and the twelve canons and the eight veins of the strange meridians were all penetrated by the inner vision at this moment.

"Idiot."

At this moment, the voice of the silver cat suddenly sounded from Yuan Mingzhihai.

Yuan Ming suddenly felt that the voice was very different from before, and it seemed far away from him, a little erratic.

Before he could respond, he felt that his mind was suddenly empty, and a strong chaotic killing intent surged up in the sea of consciousness, which was difficult to contain.

In his sea of consciousness, the dark red mist that had been suppressed began to spread wildly, and there was no longer the power of divine sense to suppress and resist, and it began to comprehensively erode Yuan Ming's sea of consciousness.

And Yuan Ming's divine thoughts scattered in the meridians were like soldiers who were fighting outside, and they were smashed by Huanglong, and they wanted to return to the rescue, but it was too late.

Seeing that his sea of knowledge was about to be completely invaded, a clear moonlight shrouded him, and an ethereal and mysterious chant sounded in Yuan Ming's ears.

In his sea of consciousness that had been eroded, a light suddenly brightened, and the dark red mist was suddenly forced back.

Yuan Ming finally got a chance to breathe, and his divine thoughts immediately began to retract and return to Zhihai, and after a long time, he regained his stability.

His eyes suddenly opened, the bottom of his eyes was bloodshot, and he was already soaked in cold sweat.

Yuan Ming's eyes condensed slightly, first glanced at the gluttonous child who was rolling on the ground, and then looked at the windowsill again.

A beautiful and mysterious silver cat was sitting gracefully on the windowsill, and a pair of alien eyes were looking at him with disdain, just as he had looked at the stupid little marten before.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming got up and thanked the silver cat.

The silver cat glanced at the incense burner he was holding, ignored it, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to leave.

"Stay." Seeing this, Yuan Ming hurriedly retained.

The silver cat paused, hesitated for a moment, turned half of its head sideways, and looked over.

"Your Excellency's previous gift of the "Stygian Moon Formula" was to see that I had the disadvantage of the technique of draping, right?" Yuan Ming asked.

"It's still saved...... Not stupid. The silver cat finally responded, but there was still nothing good to say.

"Sure enough, I owe you a favor." Yuan Ming didn't care, and said sincerely.

(End of chapter)