"Boom!"

As soon as he drank it in his mouth, the fist containing explosive frenzied violence slammed into a zombie's body, and the huge anti-shock force shook Sean to the point that his internal organs rolled, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.

And Wu Zhuang, who was hit with all the strength of the explosive punch in his body, still seemed to be fine, just paused, and rushed up again.

Rumble!

Sean, who was pale, roared in his body, and his strength surged, and his strength finally got his wish, and he entered the realm of Great Perfection.

"Retreat."

Sean drank decisively and quickly withdrew from the Soldiers' Tomb.

After retreating, Sean breathed a little, and immediately went to the royal casting room in the imperial city, Wei Shanhe was not stingy with him, and took out the best refining materials for the royal family.

Star meteorite, heavy, hard, is extracted from meteorites that fell from space, extremely rare and precious, a very small lump, with a weight of thousands of catties.

Thousand Blade Mine, extremely sharp, but easy to crumble, Sean has bloodstone chalcedony, which just neutralizes its fragile properties, and there are several materials that increase strength, along with his own, which is enough for him to create a satisfactory sword weapon.

Under the calcination of Xingchen's fury, even the fire-resistant characteristics of the Ten Thousand Soldiers Jin Jing had to be obediently surrendered, and after a sharp three-inch sword tip was formed, it exuded a chilling piercing aura.

Smelting, after Sean first smelts the most difficult to melt starfall iron into a liquid, he throws various materials into a furnace to smelt into a liquid.

"Cold Star Iron, which can increase the chill in the weapon, exudes a heart-warming coldness, purple heart copper, increases the fit of various materials, blood chalcedony, increases toughness......"

After the smelting of the same material as Sean, a sword blank of more than 10,000 catties was created, and the next step was tempering.

Tempering, is to remove the impurities in the sword blank, Sean holds the forging hammer in his hand, and goes all out to output the five elements of vitality, hammer by hammer and smash steadily, under the infusion of the five elements of vitality, the sword blank contains the characteristics of the five elements, which is more consistent with Sean's own origin of the five elements.

The last is shaping, Sean embedded the tip of the sword into the sword blank, and the golden crystal of ten thousand soldiers contains the soul of the enemy soldier, with a rebellious will, and it falls off as soon as it is embedded.

Sean's soul was furious, releasing monstrous anger, coupled with the anger of the stars, in order not to be destroyed, ten thousand soldiers Jin Jing had to choose to surrender, and finally, after a day and a night of hammer forging, a 10,000-pound sharp black sword was formed.

Sean continued to output the Five Elements Yuan Qi to temper the sword body, and did not stop until the sword weapon was tempered to the edge of the inner connotation, only the sharpness of the tip of the sword could not be concealed.

The pitch-black sword body is unpretentious, and only when it is infused with vitality, it will be sharp and cold.

As soon as the sword is completed, there will be a grade definition, Sean knows that this sword has a deep sea black iron as a sword blank, and the material that is smelted now is of a low grade after all, and the level cannot be high.

But with the invincible golden crystal of ten thousand soldiers as the tip of the sword, it is difficult to define it.

"That's right, let's call it 'Xuanhan Sword'!! ”

Sean is still quite satisfied with the sword weapon he has built with his own hands.

Under the wrapping of the Tianyan Ancient Array, perfectly concealing the breath, Sean silently infiltrated the enemy tomb of the soldiers, and then found a position in mid-air and sat down cross-legged.

Even if Wu Zhuang sensed the change in the airflow, it would be difficult to interfere with it.

As soon as the exercise was running at full strength, a whirlpool of air currents was born above his head, and the three meridians were completely open, frantically unfolding and refining the sharp gold air flow in the tomb in a devouring manner.

The huge sharp gold air flow roared into the body, and Sean was like a filter at the moment, refining all the sharp gold essence in the air flow infused into the body and leaving it in the body.

The torrent of sharp gold that poured into his body contained a violent resentful aura, the aura was vicious, rebellious, and unwilling, and was refined along with the essence of sharp gold, accumulating in his body, and began to erode his will.

The countless years of resentment and resentment accumulated in the tomb, forming a mental force that is enough to destroy any strong-willed person, and it also contains the evil aura of witch stiffness, which gradually shakes Sean to evil thoughts.

Sean stuck to his heart, did not refine this resentment, let it lurk in his body, and with his own perseverance, it was simply wishful thinking to destroy his mind with the power of resentment.

And Sean felt in his heart that there would definitely be a force of mindfulness on the side of the martyr's tomb, and once the two thoughts were fused, there should be unexpected gains.

With the loss of a large amount of the essence of the sharp gold in the sharp gold airflow, more and more weapons collapsed and scattered on the ground, turning into piles of dust, and the five witch zombies began to sense this strange phenomenon, and gradually became restless, letting out bursts of roars.

In the end, the five witch zombies exited the tomb one after another, returning to the martyr's tomb with a stronger aura of sharp gold.

After refining for three days in a row, he finally refined the sharp gold essence in the tomb, and at this moment, the resentment accumulated in his body became more and more intense, and Sean began to be a little uncertain.

Sean immediately concealed his breath and entered the martyr's tomb, refining the sharp gold air flow in the same way.

In the tomb of the martyrs, there is a kind of heroic righteousness, which makes Sean a little more comfortable, and the sharp gold essence contained in the air flow here is even more mellow and pure.

Gradually, as the vast sharp gold air flow surged into the body, and then turned into exhaust gas discharge, Sean was wrapped in the storm cyclone, causing even more movement, piles of rotten weapons kept falling to the ground, and the air became more turbid.

In the soul, the resentment full of evil came in with the huge Haoran righteous thoughts, and the good and evil were not separated, and they began to have a head-to-head confrontation, intertwined with each other's mutual dissolution, and derived an alternative idea, Sean immediately refined this idea and fused it in the soul sea.

Rumble!

Two thoughts of good and evil are like two hostile armies fighting to the death, fighting each other in the soul.

Sean not only has to resist the impact of the confrontation of the two minds, but also compresses, fuses, and transports these two opposing forces, and the urging of the soul is getting closer and closer to the limit, and there is a possibility of fainting at any time.

As the resentment was constantly dissolved, the vast mindfulness began to steadily gain the upper hand, dissolving the evil resentment obsession with the momentum of destroying and decaying, the soul load began to decline, and Sean became relaxed.

In the tomb, they felt the loss of a large amount of sharp gold essence in the air, and the five witch zombies gradually began to be restless, and the thinner and thinner sharp gold essence made them very uncomfortable, which was originally the source of their life.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Angry roars, roars rang out endlessly, and the five witch zombies kept bombarding around the tomb like headless flies, and the mountain walls in the tomb collapsed layer by layer, and the space seemed to show signs of collapse.

Above the Imperial City, the calm that had been quiet for several days was finally broken at this moment by the sound of a landslide coming from the ground, and the ground cracked layer by layer, as if detonating a rage in the heart of the earth, and completely exploded at this moment.

"This kind of momentum can't be fought by anyone, even the little prince, I'd better leave with my family as soon as possible."

"Alas, once this catastrophe breaks out, where else can you run? Let's pray that the little prince can completely resolve this crisis. ”

"I think it's okay, the little prince fought at the border, it is not something that can be done by one person, and now, he can do the same."

Outside the soldier's mausoleum, there were also countless gasping voices, and the current speculation seemed to be slowly tilting towards the side that everyone couldn't believe.

At this moment, Wei Shanhe's face appeared with the kind of calmness that ordinary people don't have, and a smile climbed on his face, he was not afraid of big movement, what he was afraid of was that there was no movement, at least, this can prove that Sean is still alive.

Sean didn't have time to care about the madness of the five witch zombies, at this moment, the resentment in his soul had been dissolved, and the sharp gold essence that had accumulated for countless years in the air had also been completely refined.

The witch's continued frenzied rage would only be a catalyst to hasten their deaths.

"It's your turn!"

Sean glanced at the five witch stiffs indifferently, held the Xuanhan sword in his hand, withdrew the Tianyan Ancient Array, and his breath was completely exposed to the perception of the five witch stiffs, and then jumped high.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The wind swept the ground, and without the sharp gold essence in the air, the five witches became pure consumables, as if they had a kind of restlessness facing death, and thus became even more crazy.

The gray mist that erupted from the bodies of the five witch zombies stirred up the tomb into a gray sea of demons, like the roar of five peerless fierce gods.

As soon as Sean appeared, the five witch zombies immediately felt this unique breath of life, and their empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, like a gray ocean rushing on the ground, surging towards Sean.

Sean looked around, and the five huge witch zombies were all ruthless, full of evil aura, and murderous swarmed over.

This scene is really terrifying.

Sonor!

The 10,000-pound Xuanhan Sword was a little difficult for the current Sean, but under the force, it had a shocking power, and it slashed a stiff arm, splashing a burst of sparks, and then was shocked and flew out.

The blade was as sharp as the Xuanhan Sword, but it still failed to break through the body of the witch stiff, and then the five witch stiffs continued to pounce with monstrous momentum.

"Huh!"

Sean Linglong, who was flying in mid-air, felt a strong throbbing in his heart.

Without the cover of the sharp gold airflow, the zombie aura emanating from Wu Zhuang's body triggered the sense of the spirit in Linglong's heart, and he actually had the idea of gushing out of his body.

Sean was overjoyed, his "divine anger" had not yet been able to condense the image of the dragon, just a vague phantom.

Now in front of some low-level demonic beasts, it can still be powerful, once it encounters high-level demonic beasts, the deterrent effect is not so obvious, but there has been no way to strengthen the spirit of the gods.

Now that the Divine Spirit is actively sensing, these five Witch Zombies must have an evolutionary effect on it.

There are rumors that the spirit of the zombie is condensed, and there are also rumors that the monkey is the ancestor of the zombie, anyway, no matter which rumor, the two must be inextricably linked.

Thinking of this, Sean suddenly had a way to deal with it, jumped backwards, widened the distance between him and Wu Zhen, and a sound artistic conception pressed into his throat, ready to attack.