Outside the sword-forging furnace, Fang Da Niu was sweating, half of it was caused by the heat here, and half of it was because he was worried about the young master. It has been several hours since the young master jumped into the furnace, but except for the occasional fire rising in the furnace, there is no young master's figure, and there is not even a sound.

If it weren't for the fire, Fang Da Niu would have to jump into the sword-casting furnace to bury the young master, but at that time, no one would have burned paper money and big ass for the young master.

"No, I have to go in if I say anything, I am the young master's person, so naturally I have to die in the young master's arms!"

Fang Da Niu's words of tiger and wolf caused a burst of side glances, he looked at Fang Da Niu, who was about to become his stupid apprentice, and then looked at the stove, legend has it that everyone in the world likes to raise male pets, especially those princely families. Fang Shiyu is naturally a little marquis, he has lived by fire for most of his life, although he has seen a lot of knowledge, but it is always a little difficult to accept.

"Today's cultivation world is really declining..."

Huo Yan shook his head, and finally he used the talisman seal to freeze Fang Da Niu in place.

"Don't worry, you called the young master not dead! He is now sacrificing the sword, and he may be able to come out in half an hour!"

"Really?"

"Of course..."

Huo Yan said without a red heart. He really didn't lie to Fang Da Niu, as for whether he came out half an hour was half-crippled or dead, he himself didn't know.

Enter the furnace, sacrifice blood, and refine the sword. The sword-forging furnace will be self-refining step by step according to the magic circle, and the so-called blood refining is actually refining people as swords, and at that time people are swords, and swords are people. Many experimenters have survived the first two stages, but for 3,000 years, no one has reached the third stage.

Fang Shiyu, can he? Huo Yan didn't know, the only thing he could guarantee was to come forward and forcibly close the sword-casting furnace when he couldn't do anything, and if he was lucky, he could get back half of the charred body.

Fang Shiyu is very important, but in the heart of the fire, the martial artist's blood refining flying sword is even more important, that is something that can leave a name in history, and it is also a hope that can change the current predicament of Qingyunmen. Can Fang Shiyu succeed? Like Fang Da Niu, the fire is also looking forward to it.

At this time, Fang Shiyu was shrinking at the tuyere of the sword-casting furnace.

"Although this sword-casting furnace doesn't look big on the outside, it is a hundred and ten square meters inside, and I want to think about what space second method is hidden inside. Where's the tuyere, where is the tuyere? Dead muddy ball, quickly point it out to Uncle Ben, it's too hot here!"

"Indicate the route, a hundred wishes, thank you for the review!"

"****, I'm grass your uncle, I don't have a wishing power, are you blind? It's already negative!"

Fang Shiyu greeted the ancestors and relatives of Hun Qiu, of course, he didn't know if the Jin Ling clan had relatives or anything like that. In the end, Fang Shiyu had to buy the news at a preferential price of eighty points of wishing power. Of course, it is owed, and after Fang Shiyu has the wish power value, it will be automatically deducted.

Fang Shiyu wanted to beat people very much, obviously it was Hun Qiu who told him that the tuyere was very safe, but now he had to charge a fee to point out the route, it was really a ball rape, yes, a ball rape, Fang Shiyu decided to give this pit daddy another nickname.

As soon as the wind inlet, the heat around began to drop, but it was a breeze that was not there, which was refreshing, but the good times did not last long, and after a while, the wind actually brought a trace of flames, which had earth fire, and all kinds of flames scattered between heaven and earth.

The colors are very beautiful, like fireworks, but at this time, how can Fang Shiyu have time to enjoy these fireworks, the clothes around him were cut off by the firelight with lightning speed, and the hair on his body curled, but whenever he felt that he was about to be scorched, a cyan wind swept in, and Kan Kanwei hugged his body.

"Hun Qiu, you are not authentic, you don't do anything to collect money, I want to complain to the Consumer Association about you..."

Fang Shiyu was carrying the blood qi resistance fire qi while bombarding the muddy ball wildly in his heart, but this guy closed the mind channel.

In the Da Luo Immortal Mirror, Hun Qiu muttered: "I don't know what to do, this fire refining body, how many martial arts monks want but can't get it, and you are still chattering wow." I just said, even if he doesn't believe me, he should believe in the Martial God, right? Alas, the host is becoming more and more difficult to fool now, and everyone is as shrewd as a ghost, and if this continues, I don't know when they will recover..."

Fang Shiyu saw that Da Luo Hun Qiu ignored him, and in the end, he could only turn his grief and anger into motivation, he found that it was easier to carry qi and blood here. The use of the method of refining blood was smoother, and soon he crossed the threshold of "trickle", and the qi and blood in his body were surging like a stream, but his cultivation did not increase but retreated to the early stage of the fifth level. Although his cultivation has decreased, Fang Shiyu feels that his strength has improved again, before Fang Da Niu said that he could fight a seventh- or eighth-level Qi cultivation cultivator, but now he wants to be a capable nine-fold guy.

Of course, if you want to think about it, after all, he has not gone through actual combat, and his specific strength Fang Shiyu is not clear, he sees that his strength has improved, and he no longer chatters about muddy balls.

"Isn't this sword-forging furnace as dangerous as imagined? This is a secret place for cultivation, and it is no worse than the Daluo Immortal Realm of the pit father. But the good is good, it's just some waste clothes and hair!"

Fang Shiyu touched his smooth head, he remembered a certain sentence in his previous life: "I became bald, but I became stronger!" Fang Shiyu didn't care about his appearance, what hairstyle had he not experienced on the battlefield in his previous life?

But with the deepening of cultivation, Fang Shiyu found a problem, that is, there was more and more blood and qi in the body, as if it was about to come out of the body, according to the record of the family martial arts "Mighty Bull Demon Sutra", "Qi and blood come out, and the body is refined" is the performance of the peak of the day after tomorrow, even Fang Da Niu can only attach qi and blood to his body.

Now that he is only in the acquired fivefold realm, how can he be separated from his body with qi and blood? Could it be that he has to cultivate his qi and blood like a rainbow in one go? Fang Shiyu is also a little unsure whether he can achieve such a realm in the fifth realm of the day after tomorrow. The main reason is that there is no reference, but in fact, Fang Shiyu thinks too much.

The sword-casting furnace is the sword of the warrior, and it is the sword of qi and blood. And the reason why Fang Shiyu was able to explode his qi and blood was also due to the funding of the accumulated medicinal properties in the sword casting furnace, and the cyan wind was the key.

And the imminent separation of his qi and blood from his body is not a sign of qi and blood turning into a rainbow, but the traction of the formation, and this step is the last step of the fire theory. Over the past three thousand years, countless martial artists have entered it, but only one person has succeeded, and that is Fang Xing, who is the first and only one to refine the Qi and Blood Flying Sword in the Acquired Martial Artist Realm.

No one knew how Fang Xing succeeded, seeing that half an hour was about to pass, Huo Yan was ready to intervene to fish out Fang Shiyu, after all, he was a figure who was fully protected by the whole sect, but he couldn't just die inside.

And the qi and blood that was pulled by the formation were violently hitting Fang Shiyu's body at this time, he was like a cage at this time, but what was locked in the cage was a fierce beast with monstrous blood.

"Ahh

Blood beads began to spill from Fang Shiyu's body, but as soon as the cyan wind blew, the blood beads were instantly vaporized.

"Damn, what the hell is this? Could it be that I'm cultivating too hard and going mad?"

Fang Shiyu tried his best to control the qi and blood with his mind, but everything was in vain, the eight directions in the sword casting furnace were linked, and the traction power continued to increase.

In the outside world, the originally red sword-casting furnace became even more red, and the red stripes on the furnace wall seemed to come to life, continuously extracting earth fire energy from the magma pool below. The stove also made a sound of shaking, and the fire picked up Fang Da Niu and retreated ten feet.

"Fryer!"

The sword casting furnace is about to explode, for so many years, it is not the first time that Huo Yan has seen this scene, the fire furnace often means another failure, originally Huo Yan was ready to take a shot to catch Fang Shiyu, but now he can't help it. At this time, the fire had already begun to quickly calculate how to resolve the follow-up troubles caused by Fang Shiyu's death in the sword-forging furnace.

In the past, there were experiments, and there might be seven or eight out of ten, but not the experimenters in the fryer. Of course, the so-called fry-up furnace is not a sword-casting furnace that really explodes, after all, it is a treasure left by Fang Xing Ancestor, which is indestructible. The fryer is nothing but a process of excessive pressure in the furnace and release.

Huo Yan knew that Fang Shiyu was finished, but he didn't expect that a simple attempt would make Fang Shiyu go to death.

"It's good to die, and when you die, the world will be pure!"

Huo Burn thought secretly.

But just as Huo Yan was about to help Fang Shiyu collect the corpse, and by the way, he took the ancestor's treasure mirror to study and study, but the furnace that was about to explode shrank back like a deflated temper.

"Can it still be like this?"

The fire screamed and screamed. He had inherited this sword-forging furnace from his master for more than a hundred years, but he had never seen anything like this.

"Click!"

The lid of the sword-casting furnace was lifted, but Huo Yan and Fang Da Niu saw a bald head covered in red fruit crawling out of the sword-casting furnace, at this time there was an unknown text on the top of his head, and a blood-red long sword flowing with fire in his hand was shining.

"Boom!" the bald head was carried down from the sword-forging furnace, but fortunately, the burning eyes were quick and caught him, preventing the bald head from falling into the magma pool.

Of course, the bald head was naturally no one else, but Fang Shiyu, who had successfully forged the sword, but at this time he had already fainted.

Time returned to Baixi, the moment Fang Shiyu felt that he was about to explode and die, he didn't care about 3721 took out the mirror in his arms, shook the mirror, this guy ignored him, then shook it until he paid attention to it.

"Hun Qiu, come out quickly, Lao Tzu is dying! I'm dead, I'll find an ugly and hard pit to throw you away!"

Hun Qiu replied angrily: "How can you lose it when you are dead?"

"You don't care, Lao Tzu has already explained to Fang Da Niu, this matter has already been decided!, quick, give Lao Tzu an idea, isn't it just the value of the will? I'll give you, you can give you 18,000, pay in installments, and record it in the account first!"

As soon as he said the value of his wish, Hun Qiu immediately changed his attitude, but what made Fang Shiyu most speechless was that Hun Qiu actually handed out a piece of parchment that seemed to be very old through the mirror of the bronze mirror.

"Come, sign and draw a pledge first, I can't believe you as a person!"

Seeing this, Fang Shiyu couldn't wait to smash this broken mirror, but now he realized that the space inside the mirror could actually store real objects, and this muddy ball was physical. For a while, Fang Shiyu thought of a lot of things, but he didn't want to delve into it at this time, and his plan for today was to save himself.

It must be unrealistic to expect the old man outside to save him, at least the voice can't be transmitted.

After signing the drawing, Hun Ball stretched out a furry claw, which was a claw, and that paw was like a cat's claw.

The claw stretched out from the mirror, and with lightning speed, the word "blood" was drawn on the top of Fang Shiyu's head, and then the hand was actually split into ash by a thunderbolt that came out of nowhere, and Fang Shiyu looked at a thunder mark on the ground with palpitations.

"Don't look at it, hurry up! Don't think that it's very expensive to receive 20,000 wishes, this ball will make a move, and the price you pay is unimaginable, if not..."

Fang Shiyu didn't hear the follow-up, with the help of the mirror surface, Fang Shiyu saw the word "blood" on his head clearly, which was the same kind of text as the ruthless word that appeared on his head last time, of course, this was just a feeling of Fang Shiyu.