The green finch is like an arrow, sacrificing his life to fight the fire!

The small figure entered the charcoal pit at the bottom of the blast furnace in an instant, and countless sparks splashed out with a bang, as if the little life was burned urgently, and suddenly let out a high-pitched cry that did not match its size. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chirp –

The cry is still there, but the shadow of the bird is gone. The fire erupted, like a mad cow that had eaten a great supplement, and began to burn violently.

The deacon's hands did not stop, rhythmically slapping the copper gourd one after another, and one after another green finches flew out. I was about to show my head and see the fire, and I rushed straight to it as if I was crazy.

The chirping of birds kept ringing, and each one was a last word. I don't know if it's nature, or if there is a law to domesticate, and everyone is brave and not afraid of death.

The blast furnace was stimulated like a volcano.

The deacon put down the empty gourd, raised the green flag again and shook it, and the eighteen Taoist priests who walked around the fireplace raised the magic weapon in their hands together, pointed to the blast furnace, and shouted in unison, "Eryi is in the house, the cycle is Heyi, the darkness is getting brighter, the intersecting is straight, the discipline is my body, and the morning is dusk." ”

At the end of the spell, the sky suddenly lost color, and the clouds that came out of nothing rolled in from all directions, forming a dark shroud above the blast furnace.

The cloud arched a few times, and suddenly hung down a tapering cloud tail, which was about the same as a tornado.

It's just that this dragon-shaped cloud tail is not grounded, only hovering and pumping above the furnace mouth, and the hunting wind sends away all the smoke and dust, which greatly optimizes the vertical patency of the furnace body.

The deacon pinched the timing and waved his arm down violently, and the green banner was like a flag. The seven or eight whip-wielding people no longer took turns whipping, but whipped Chi Tai Sui, who was used as a leather drum box, from all directions.

This piece of flesh is miserable, all the flesh thorns in the body are suddenly raised, the body swells like a hot air balloon, and then a large purple streamer is spewed out to the wind, and the situation is very bewitching.

With each long spit, the body driveled down, and the leather whip arrived again—and then sucked in enough air to swell up the body and continue to spit streamers......

The deacon was so excited that his calves trembled, "It works! Demon Pill Turning Wind, this is a hundred times stronger than ordinary oxygen delivery!"

Emon twisted his beard and was also satisfied, "In this way, even if this thousand-year-old monster is abolished, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death." It is the greatest honor of his life to be able to contribute to the great rejuvenation of this sect. ”

"That's right, who let it mess with Dragon and Tiger Mountain, this way of dying is better than dying on the battlefield worthlessly. The deacon chimed in.

The green finch inspires Jiuming to leave the fire, Tai Sui turns the thousand-year-old Neidan into the wind to help the flame, and the dragon cloud hangs down his tail to accelerate the smooth heat transfer......

The blast furnace is no longer a black conical cylinder, but at this moment it has become crystal clear, except for the charcoal pit, the silo, and the mouth of the furnace, the rest of the parts are blooming with blue light!

The boiling sound gradually sounded, as if magma was tumbling in the furnace.

The faces of the Taoists in the Taisu Palace were full of joy, and the different armor was melted! It was very smooth! Some people were busy wiping their sweat, and some were busy wiping their tears. It's really not in vain-

Only the main emon heart stopped the water, and began to prepare for the next process, "open the furnace to cool down." ”

The deacon hurriedly pulled out another white flag from behind him and shook it three times around the audience. The pyrotechnics on the scaffold immediately went into battle shirtless, shaking the huge gears with their hands and feet, and the linkage iron cables squeaked and straightened and tightened, and began to pull the emery casting mold groove outward.

As soon as the mouth of the silo opened, a cyan tongue of fire sprang out, licking off the right arm of the nearest fireman, who tumbled down from the scaffold with a scream, and slammed into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The deacon hurriedly shouted, "Steady, steady, don't worry about him—fill the vacant position! Sprinkle a drop of molten iron and fill all of you!"

The seriously injured Taoist didn't have time to feel the pain, and the tongue of fire engulfed the local flesh at the same time, and also closed the wound, he was just frightened, and he screamed in horror.

Obviously dissatisfied with being disturbed by the croaking at this moment, Emon snorted coldly and frowned. Two or three people from the Interesting Sect had already stepped forward, dragging the legs of the fireman with a broken arm and pulling them away into the distance.

The mold groove has been exhausted, and not a drop of molten iron from the melting of the armor has been spilled.

The hoisting bearing struggles to put it on the ground - after all, it is pure retro mechanical equipment, and human manipulation accounts for more than half of it.

"Smash the ice rune seal, and use all the low-level inventory below the group attack spell!"

The deacon didn't know why the Lord was so anxious, and he couldn't even wait for natural cooling, so he couldn't help but secretly stick out his tongue. But he did not slack off in his hands, and the white flags and green flags were raised together, opening and closing to both sides three times.

The eighteen spellcasters who received the instructions were obviously well-trained, and immediately gathered around the mold groove, and for a while, they saw paper runes, rune pills, broken jade runes and other things coming in a mixed stream, and smashed towards the mold groove like raindrops!

Boom, smack, poof, gala, la, whoa, one after another, scrambled to cool the target as if they were not paying for it.

The deacon was a little distressed, after all, Taisu Palace's expertise was limited to fire-based spells, and most of these ice talismans had been collected from the black market at a high price recently. It's a squander right now...... Tsk, Lord Guan is really courageous!

"Stop!" "Stop!" Wei Men suddenly shouted loudly - the timing of this temperature control was very delicate, and he was afraid that the tossing and turning orders would delay the best heat, so he simply roared directly.

The casters shuddered, and hurriedly withdrew the talisman seals that had not yet been smashed in their hands.

The guard took three steps forward and looked carefully. The mold groove had dimmed, and a black and red thing like a stick was shining and extinguishing with the rhythm of everyone's breathing, emitting a warm light.

"Go to the anvil!" was ordered by the viewer himself.

Immediately, a huge pair of tongs was held by two people and four hands, and the solidified red stick was clamped out, and the anvil was seven steps away, and everything was arranged in a compact manner.

"Where's the hammer?"

"Here!" a thin old man walked out of the crowd shirtless, his ribs disproportionate to the giant hammer in his hand.

"Four hundred hammers, nine folds, forging - you can't temper it anymore, you have to take it while it's hot!"

The old man who was called the hammer master shook his burnt beard and immediately walked on the anvil to work.

Bell!bell!bell......

With the skillful cooperation of the tongs, the iron rod was quickly hammered into a long discus. Repeatedly twisted and tapped.

The smashing point is urgent, but the rhythm is clear. Every time the hammer goes down, there are sparks in all directions.

The huge hammer head was precise and light under the wielding of the withered arm, like a bloated elf dancing ballet on a soldering iron.

Obviously, the name of Master Hammer is not obtained in vain......

Seeing that the Lord was fascinated, the deacon leaned into his ear and whispered, "You didn't mean to put Hu ...... Did that devil throw himself into the furnace to practice? Why did he change his mind?"

Emon didn't look back at him, pouting and smiling, "The melting process is smoother than expected, and throwing the furnace is too wasteful." This traitor's sin is unforgivable, and I have arranged a more exciting program for him......"

The deacon smiled flatteringly and replied, "Yes, yes, it's too wasteful." I have heard of the method of human sacrifice furnace, which is equivalent to adding some charcoal to the molten iron, and the steel is very hard but brittle, and the toughness is slightly lacking. Only the Japanese people like to do that when they make Taidao......"

Emon suddenly frowned and glared back at him. Immediately, he smiled again, as if he was deeply inspired, "Hehe, you kid knows a lot." Well...... That's a good idea. Hammer - add a little curvature to the final molding!"

The thin old man had a lot of experience, and when he heard this, he immediately realized, "Okay! Look at you!" The hammer wind under his hands was tighter, and the sparks were connected into ceremonial flowers.

"What? Do you really want to ...... Haven't we always used the Gentleman's Sword as our main weapon?Wouldn't the forging knife be too fierce?" the deacon asked very tactfully.

Emon suddenly raised his voice, so that everyone present could hear it clearly, "You just said it very well, we will simply forge a peerless murder knife!"

Right now, for our Taisu Palace, it is a time of war. There is a blood vengeance of Zhengyi Dragon and Tiger Gate that has not been avenged, and there is a Quanzhen Qingcheng faction outside. Qi Yunshan suffered this catastrophe, I am afraid that the gentleman has been doing it for too long, which makes people feel weak and bullied. Anyone dares to step on it casually!

Hehe, from now on, Taisu Palace will use this fierce knife as a memory, eliminate demons and kill demons, and defend the right way!"

These words were spoken in a dignified manner, and the Taoist people in the audience couldn't help but have red eyes when they thought of the former Guan Master who had just died, and shouted in unison, "Eliminate demons and slay demons! Defend ......demons and demons!"

A subtle smile loomed at the corner of Emon's mouth, as if he was very satisfied with the morale of the gatekeeper.

After a while, the hammer master suddenly stopped the hammer and said loudly, "Four hundred shots are full! It will be nine folds! The residual temperature is still hot, and it can be quenched——"

"Quenching!" Eimen decisively bowed.

Two pyrotechists, one on the left and one on the right, each carried two huge barrels and poured ice water and boiling water into a deep tank at the same time.

The hammer master grabbed the tongs with his left hand, firmly clamped the slightly curvature of the knife, and his right hand probed into the edge of the cylinder to test the temperature of the water-

"Close!"

With a loud roar, the two pyromans removed the buckets at the same time.

With a shake of the hammer's left wrist, the semi-finished steel bar was instantly thrown into the deep tank!

Sneer————————

The steaming water immediately filled the entire mouth of the tank, and everyone's nose was filled with the special smell of dry pan frying water.

The water in the vat boiled in two breaths, gurgling and rattling.

Suddenly, a purple light appeared, first piercing the steam along the mouth, and then dyeing the entire cylinder into a brilliant purple color.

Master Hammer's face suddenly turned cold, "Quenching! I've only heard of it in my life, but I've never seen it!"

Hearing this, Emon also became nervous, "How do you say this, is it good or bad?"

The hammer master groaned and did not answer, his eyes were fixed on the water in the tank, and the knife actually clanged in the water, as if he was full of anger!

"Chita Sui is out of gas!"

Another scream drew everyone's attention to the back of the blast furnace, where a whip man stood beside the shriveled Chitaisui, as if guarding a giant balloon that had been deflated. Under the corpse, a pool of slimy pus had dissolved.

"How so!?" asked Emon snapped.

"We don't know, just ...... It was deflated when the silo was baked, and now that it is beginning to melt, we realize that it has ......."

Hum - the big water tank groaned violently, and quickly pulled everyone's attention back.

Master Hammer's old face has been illuminated by the violent purple light, and he can barely see the human appearance.

"Horcrux ......" he burst into tears, "Damn, Lao Tzu also cast a Horcrux in this life......"

Others are still figuring out the meaning of this statement, and Emon has already realized that Qian Tai Sui turned the pill into the wind, and actually blew the demon soul into the blast furnace molten iron! The scorching high temperature of 1,000 degrees, I don't know how this guy got here?

This...... It should be a good thing!

The guard was surprised and delighted, and was about to praise the hammer master - suddenly there was a loud bang, and countless water arrows exploded in front of him, blinding everyone's eyes.

That big water tank actually burst open!

The people who are like chickens in the soup will open their eyes, endure the boiling water scalds and look at the origin of the incident-

But seeing that the hammer master was holding his chest and standing still, a long knife with purple light flowing through his body was passing through his body, half in front of him and half behind him......

The old man, who was already so thin that he couldn't be more emaciated, is drying up infinitely at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before being completely sucked into bacon, the last eight words were left intermittently-

“...... the magic blade has been made , and the great evil is ...... against the sky "