Jumping off the cliff, Shen Xingsoul felt the sound of the wind in his ears, and that familiar feeling suddenly made him return to the feeling he had when he entered the wild phoenix.

After falling to a certain extent, a lifting force appeared, acting on Shen Xing's soul and the big rooster's body, causing them to fall to the ground smoothly.

What catches your eye is still a dark red world, but unlike the original, this world has been destroyed, and it has been completely destroyed, and those demon beasts have lived at the beginning, leaving nothing but dust, and now more than ten years have passed, although some places have regrown vegetation, it is still extremely desolate.

Shen Xingsoul's purpose in coming here was not just to be nostalgic, the purpose of his coming was the Crazy Phoenix Altar.

He only broke through the first six floors of that altar, whether it was the Dao Divine Power or the Delusion Dan Fang, it was all obtained from there, and it was also these things that made a different Shen Xing Soul.

There were still four floors after that, and Shen Xingsoul didn't know if the altar was still there, but since he had returned to the Nether, he couldn't waste much time to take a look.

The Altar of the Wild Phoenix, every time you break through the first floor, you will get a different opportunity, if you break through the tenth layer, you may become the Lord of the Crazy Phoenix, although now the Wild Phoenix still exists in name only, but this organization is too mysterious, Shen Xingsoul feels that what he sees is just the tip of the iceberg, if you want to really understand the Wild Phoenix, I am afraid it is difficult to do it.

Briefly identify the direction, after all, it hasn't been back for ten years, and because of those demon beasts, a lot has changed here.

Shen Xingsoul determined the direction and went straight to the altar, his speed was very fast, and he had come to the front in the blink of an eye.

As always, this place has not been destroyed by any force, and there should be a self-protection formation.

Thinking about it carefully, it is relieved, Shen Xingsoul couldn't achieve it when he wanted to break through with the ball, and he was isolated from the ball by a layer of light curtain, and now it is not uncommon to think of a self-protection formation.

Shen Xingsoul walked straight to the altar, and instructed the big rooster and Qiuqiu not to walk around, maybe there are still remnants of demon beasts here, ten years have passed, I don't know how much has changed.

Shen Xingsoul is still a little relieved about Qiuqiu, after all, it is lazy, it just likes to sleep, the big is completely different, there is nothing it doesn't want to tinker with.

He was really afraid that this big rooster would cause a big mess on a whim.

Seeing them nodding in agreement, Shen Xingsoul took a step forward with peace of mind and had already entered the light curtain.

Shen Xingsoul has an identity jade plate on his body, and it is not the first time he has broken into the altar, so he is still very clear about these processes.

There were ten stone steps in front of him, Shen Xing Soul paused slightly, and stepped forward, he had already broken through the first six stone steps, so there was no change, but when he stepped on the seventh stone steps, he only felt that everything had changed in front of him.

"Whew, whew!"

"Keep at it, there are a thousand more and you'll have completed today's task!"

In the picture, there is a sturdy man with a full beard,* with an upper body and a leather whip in his hand, and from time to time he whips a young man not far away.

The clothes on the boy's back were torn, and not only that, but the skin on the back was even more open, and the blood soaked the clothes red.

At this time, he held two stone piers in his hands, and kept throwing them to catch them, and he could see that the muscles of his arms were bulging, full of explosive power.

The boy was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, it was noon at this time, and the expression on the boy's face was very painful, although this training was carried out every day, he had never really completed it.

"Chu Zhaoyun, you have repeated the same training every day for ten years, but you have always disappointed me, if you can't finish it today, then I have to give up on you!"

As soon as the kid named Chu Zhaoyun heard this, a trace of the same look flashed in his eyes, and then his gaze became firm.

"Whew, whew!"

The wheezing sound was louder, but the movement of his hands was also a little faster, and with each toss, the boy seemed to use all his strength, but next time he could still do it.

This went on for an hour, and when the training of a thousand throws was finally completed, the boy lay on the ground, unwilling to get up at all.

When the bearded man saw him like this, he smiled and said nothing, turned around and was about to leave, but before leaving, he gave out a token.

"You passed, tomorrow I will go to participate in the assessment of the Soul Forging Gate, if I can be lucky enough to join that sect, it is you and my greatest blessing, come on!"

After saying that, the bearded man did not stop and left here.

The boy lay alone on the top of the hill until the sun was setting and a gust of wind blew, making him feel cold, and then he got up, tightened his clothes, and left the place.

Holding the token in his hand, the joy in the young man's heart could not be concealed, this was the entrance qualification exam of the Soul Forging Gate, if he passed, then he would become a respected refining master.

The Soul Forging Sect is the world's premier refining sect, and everyone in the sect is a master.

The boy returned to his home with a smile on his face, it was a dilapidated thatched house, the boy pushed the door and walked directly in, and saw a bowl of porridge on the table, as well as a few pieces of pickles.

The young man was too tired, so he picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it in one gulp, wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth, and the young man went to his bed and fell asleep.

His name is Chu Zhaoyun, an orphan with no father and no mother, he grew up relying on the relief of his neighbors since he was a child, and this bowl of white porridge must have been sent by his neighbors.

However, compared to these, what makes him even more famous is that he is the only person in this village who has the talent of refining, and his talent is definitely not low, which alarms the strong people in the nearby towns, so someone will come to train him, hoping that one day he can become a master of refining.

When he woke up, it was already early in the morning, and the tired feeling on his body was swept away, and he began to pack his bags.

The feeling of excitement filled his heart, so that he could not calm down no matter what, he found the most beautiful clothes he thought, and deliberately pulled his hair, but it would take a while before dawn, he stood at the window and looked at the stars in the sky.

At this moment, he wished that someone could share his feelings, whether it was excitement, anticipation, or apprehension, but no one knew all this, so he could only keep it in his heart alone.

But for a fourteen-year-old child, there is not so much sadness, as long as the cool breeze blows, all the unhappiness will dissipate with the wind.

Finally, with the crowing of a rooster, the sun came out, and Chu Zhaoyun picked up his shape and set off.

The place he was going to was called the Soul Forging Gate, and it was not far from where he lived, and it only took half a day's foot to reach it, and it would be faster if he could ride a horse, but unfortunately he didn't have the money to hire a horse.

Along the way, he was in a hurry while enjoying the scenery on the side of the road, so the speed was full, and since it took half a day to rush today, he was not in a hurry.

The acceptance of disciples by the Soul Forging Sect is generally over in the morning, because these disciples need to be assessed, and only those who pass the assessment are eligible to truly become disciples of the Soul Forging Sect.

In the end, Chu Zhaoyun found a strangely shaped tree on a hill not far from the Soul Forging Gate, which was just enough to accommodate him to sleep on the tree.

The night passed, and at dawn on the second day, Chu Zhaoyun packed up everything and finally came to the Soul Forging Gate.

"Junior Chu Zhaoyun, I want to worship under the Soul Forging Sect!"

Chu Zhaoyun bowed to the person in charge of registration, and then took out the token in his hand.

The person in charge of registration took it and looked at it carefully, nodded, and said:

"Now that you have the token in hand, let's do a simple test first!"

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized stone, handed it to Chu Zhaoyun, and motioned for him to crush it hard.

Although arm strength is very important, the grip strength cannot be ignored, and only if the grip is strong enough, can the forging hammer be tightened.

Chu Zhaoyun naturally knew why, took the stone, and with a sudden force, the stone immediately made a sound, and finally turned into powder and slipped from his fingers.

The person in charge of registration nodded, signaling that he could go in, Chu Zhaoyun saluted again, and then walked straight to the Soul Forging Gate.

There was already someone waiting for him inside, it was a man dressed in black, not very old, about twenty years old.

"Come with me!"

The man's voice seemed a little indifferent, but Chu Zhaoyun didn't mind and walked forward with him.

It was a small stone chamber with some tools needed for wrought iron, as well as a large piece of iron.

The man in black took out a short knife, handed it to Shen Xingsoul, and then spoke:

"Forge an identical handful, or you'll be eliminated!"

Chu Zhaoyun nodded, and walked into the stone room, there were all things in it, but only the flame was missing, which was also a test for him.

People who have the talent of refining weapons can ignite flames themselves, and they don't need ordinary fires to calcinate them at all, and they can distinguish the level of refining weapons according to the different flames of their own flames.

Chu Zhaoyun looked down at a red flame symbol in his palm, closed his eyes, and as his eyes closed, a flame suddenly rose from his palm.

The color of the flame began to be white, then orange-red, and finally mixed with a hint of blue.

After the flames stabilized, Chu Zhaoyun opened his eyes, pointed at the iron block, and immediately the flame in his hand broke away from his body and went straight to the iron block.

In just a short moment, the iron was melted into molten iron, and Chu Zhaoyun took a mold and poured the molten iron into it.

However, this is not the end of the story, the next tempering is the real test, only through hammering, can the magazine be removed from the iron, leaving the true essence of the part.

After the molten iron was formed, Chu Zhaoyun kept waving the hammer in his hand while calcining the model of the dagger with flames.

"Dang!"

Chu Zhaoyun's last hammer fell, feeling that he had met his requirements, and finally handed it over to the man in black.