At the moment when the soul sent Cao Luo's mind, Cao Luo's hand holding the hammer suddenly froze in mid-air, and the whole person fell into that memory, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

But this state only lasted two breaths.

Immediately, Cao Luo came to his senses, but his eyes showed fanatical obsession.

The hammer in his hand landed on the surface of the killing in the next moment, and the original rhythm was instantly disrupted, turning into thirteen strokes, six heavy, six light, and all at once.

Meanwhile.

Black impurities also began to appear on the surface of the killing knife, the small one was only the size of a grain of dust, but the large one was like a grain of millet, the original three-foot-long blade gradually became five feet, and the back of the finger-wide knife was as thin as paper.

The patterns and patterns on the blade gradually evolved from blurry to clear, and the dark red color became brighter and brighter, as if the dirt attached to it had been removed.

The sound of percussion kept ringing.

Ten strokes!

100 times!

A thousand!

10,000!

Cao Luo's breath became weaker and weaker, and his originally strong body gradually dried up, as if all the essence and energy in his body smashed into the spirit weapon with the hammer falling and falling.

Seeing this, Mo Xie and the other disciples wanted to step forward to stop it, but they immediately stopped, because they saw concentration and seriousness in Cao Luo's eyes, it was an unprecedented seriousness, as if the spiritual weapon in front of him was all his life.

It was shocking and at the same time, there was a sense of admiration, especially for those disciples who liked refining weapons themselves.

They and Cao Luo were purely in an employment relationship, and they wanted to join the Refining Pavilion, but because of their background and qualifications, they could not pass the Refining Pavilion's test.

And Cao Luo wanted to prove his strength because of the rerefining of the spirit weapon this time, so he didn't use the disciples of the Refining Pavilion, but just selected a few of these failed test disciples through his own rights, and promised that after completing this matter, he would let all these disciples enter the Refining Pavilion.

But in the eyes of those selected disciples, Cao Luo was just a lucky person, because if Elder Darkfire hadn't gone out to practice that day, he would naturally not have found Cao Luo, whose parents had died and lived only by begging.

But now, in the minds of these disciples, Cao Luo is no longer what they thought at the beginning.

Because at this moment, Cao Luo had already conquered them with his love and diligence for refining weapons.

A talented and intelligent refiner is not terrible, what is terrible is that he is a genius himself, and he is so hard working and focused, which is terrifying.

It is obvious that Cao Luo is such a person.

After a full ninety-nine thousand nine hundred strokes, it was already the eighth day of heavy killing.

Sonor!

With the sound of the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred, the hammer in Cao Luo's hand slipped to the ground, his body was crooked, and his eyes rolled and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Mo Xie appeared beside Cao Luo in a flash, seeing that his aura was extremely weak, as if he had been injured by some kind of origin, and at the same time, his originally strong body had dried up.

"Hurry up and take him to the Grass and Wood Hall! his spirit is about to disappear!"

Mo Xie yelled at the disciples who came around, his heart was full of anxiety, Cao Luo's current situation is not optimistic, as long as the treatment is not timely, then only one waiting for him is dead.

What is spirit?

Jing is spiritual power, qi is spiritual power, and God is the soul, and the combination of the three is a person or a life.

Every serious loss causes irreversible trauma, which is very harmful to the monk, and if not handled properly, it is likely to bury the hope of a breakthrough in the future.

The greater the loss of spirit and spirit, the greater the damage, and it is already in a precarious situation like Cao Luo.

"Quick!

One of the disciples, who looked ordinary-looking but looked smart, hurriedly stepped forward to catch Cao Luo, and at the same time beckoned to his companion who was still stunned.

The three of them used their spiritual power to drag Cao Luo up, and then hurried to the Grass Hall for help.

"Hope you're okay!"

Mo Xie looked at the distant backs of the three of them, he prayed secretly, and the lingering worry in his eyes became more and more intense.

The relationship between Cao Luo and him, Mo Xie doesn't know how to describe it, they are friends, but not to that point, they are not friends, but the two seem to be very compatible, if they really want to make a position, Mo Xie feels that he and Cao Luo should be the same kind of people who cherish each other but keep their distance from each other. Knock knock

Because both of them have a very accurate goal, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve this goal, including their own lives and safety.

But no matter what, Mo Xie sincerely hoped that Cao Luo could survive.

"Whew...."

Mo Xie exhaled, calmed his mind slightly, and then turned around and stood next to the Killing Knife.

Because of Cao Luo's relationship, the time for him to repair the machine spirit has been missed, but Mo Xie is not worried, because no matter what the killing becomes, even if it is abolished, he will not dislike killing.

After all, Killing and the countless lives and deaths he has experienced have witnessed his decline and rise.

In a sense, killing the spirit weapon that has been detached in his eyes has become the only friend he can talk to in his heart, even if one day the spirit weapon in front of him is ten thousand times better than killing, Mo Xie will not give up killing.

Mo Xie raised his hand and gently placed it on the knife, making a series of clanging sounds, followed by a faint smell of roasted meat.

Airplanes!

At this moment, an invisible ripple appeared from between the blade and the finger.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, Mo Xie's eyes froze, he had already seen the machine spirit through the blade, and immediately raised his other hand without hesitation, and suddenly volleyed towards the position of a prisoner, and a spear condensed by the power of extreme killing broke through the air.

Burst!

Flesh and blood flew sideways, the person was killed instantly, his own soul floated out, and a faint killing aura floated out from the dead flesh, before these killing qi eroded this soul, the ink evil grabbed the killing qi with one hand into a claw, and directly inhaled it into the body.

And that soul was also grasped in the hand by the traction of the ink evil, and after making a strange sound, it was pinched and exploded by him into a trace of soul power, and was slowly poured into the weak machine spirit by the ink evil.

However, because the machine spirit was too weak, these soul powers, which originally looked very thin, only passed through the body of the machine spirit, and then slowly dissipated, and only some soul fragments were swallowed by the machine spirit.

Seeing this, the expression on Mo Xie's face was still the same, this situation was expected by him, and then he repeated the previous action again, and three more people were killed.

Hundreds of times in a row, the number of people who died at the hands of the ink evil has reached three thousand.

But the results achieved are also remarkable, the state of the machine spirit has obviously improved, and the process of its own decay has been suppressed, and it can begin to slowly devour some soul fragments.

Seven days later.

In the originally crowded square, except for the disciples of the Dharma Protector, all those prisoners were killed by the ink evil, and their bodies were thrown into the flames to be used as firewood, and they continued to provide blood flames to burn and kill.

"It's coming!

Ink Demon stood next to Killing, his eyes glinting, even though his hands had been burned.

I saw that the originally weak and dying Killing Weapon Spirit had recovered as before, and had grown tremendously, and its erratic body was extremely solid, as if it were a person.

-------------------------- ((In overtime....) Make up tomorrow.... ））

Qingxuan Mountain, Qingxuan Village

The stone knelt on the ground and was staring blankly at the sky, not saying a word, with stubbornness on his childish face. The stone is not his real name, because the stone has been sick since he was a child, the doctor in the village said that the stone will not live to be ten years old, and the stone mother is afraid that he will not be able to support him, so she gave him a nickname for the stone, just to make him as strong and alive as the stone, maybe because of the name, or it may be the favor of God, the stone slowly became no longer weak and sickly.

Stone's real name is Mu Qing, the surname Mu is also an extremely rare surname in the surrounding villages, because Shi's father once took the imperial examination, he set up a school in the village, and he is also a relatively famous person in the surrounding villages, everyone likes to call him Mr. Mu.

And the stone has been smart and sensible since he was a child, although he is frail and sickly, but he likes to read, and he is very popular with the people in the village, and his father will show a proud smile on his face every time he hears others praise.

Mother is even more caring for him, it can be said that the stone grew up in the care of his parents from childhood to adulthood, and the expectations given to him are also very high, hoping that he can get fame when he grows up, which is also a regret of his father's life, other people's children began to work in the field when they were ten years old, and the stone is studying at home.

However, I read more books, and I yearn for the outside world more, especially for some immortals who go to heaven and earth, and move mountains and seas, and this idea becomes more and more intense as I get older, and finally one day Mu Qing and his father and mother said what they thought in their hearts, hoping to get the support of their families, but the result was to let Mu Qing kneel outside for an hour as a punishment.

"Well, do you know it's wrong. The father walked over with a book and said with a serious expression.

Shi Shi vaguely coped with two sentences, but his face still showed an expression that if you don't let me go, I will always kneel here, my father rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and said: "Stone, what's so good about being an immortal, you have to study hard and strive for fame, let the Mu family carry forward in your hands, and let me, a father, also be worthy of the ancestors and ancestors under Jiuquan." ”

Mu Qing can be said to have heard these words since he was a child, and now he has listened to them for ten years, and his ears are calloused.

"Dad, I'm going to be an immortal, I beg you, you just let me go. Stone said with a stubborn face.

"You're mad at me!" said the father, with an angry face.

"Okay, okay, it's so cold, let the child kneel for so long, what if something falls down, what should I do, get up and eat, my mother made you your favorite dish." Mother came out of the house with an apron and said.

At the dinner table, the stone took a few bites randomly, and the mother looked at her son lovingly and sandwiched a few pieces of meat for him.