Chapter 542 I can’t figure it out

The stone murals are simple and clear. A few thick and thin lines outline a human figure, and they are so lifelike that there are actually thousands of people painted in the entire circle.

If you look closely, you can see that the human form is carved out of sword energy.

They, they, are either refining ore, spirit trees and other spiritual materials, or smelting them in the fire, or pouring the melted spiritual materials into molds, waiting for the liquid to cool and take shape, and finally hammering it into shape.

"This is building a sword." When Ling Su was a boy, he longed to become a swordsman. However, he was always lacking in the way of swordsmanship, but he was unwilling to accept it. After practicing formations exclusively, his natal magic weapon did not choose formations. A flag or something like that is actually a spiritual sword.

He involuntarily walked towards the carved sword body, looking at the long sword that was carved with thick ink and heavy colors in a daze, and Turin was pulled closer by him.

Huo Xiaoxiao is considered a half-alchemist here. Like Shen Guanyu, she prefers to make talismans, but this does not hinder the two of them from studying various kinds of fire on the paintings.

She looked around and said through the message: "Friend Daoist Shen, I'm afraid this painter is not the same person. You can see that the characters are just a few lines, but the fires are of all kinds, no matter the size, shape, or color, they are all the same as the real thing.

I'm so close, I can still feel the heat."

"Yeah." Shen Guanyu discovered it earlier than she did, and she also saw the Chaos Fire, and even sensed its happiness in the continuous fire path.

When she stood in front of a row of stone paintings composed of more than ten people, Chaos Fire jumped a little, it was fun, this was the thought it conveyed.

Fusomu reminded her: "Look at what it does, it's not in this space.

Now, you should hurry up and read the sword-building procedures here."

Shen Guanyu: "This palace can accommodate tens of thousands, but it even has Taoist gates.

Can it be judged that only after refining a sword can one go out?"

Fusomu: "Isn't it obvious?"

She could think of it, and so could the people in Turin.

But when the four of them started to look at the initial purification and removal of impurities, Ling Sujing couldn't calm down. He said: "The initial stages of cultivating immortals and hundreds of arts seem to be the same, but the final products have different levels.

In addition to the technology and the monk's own abilities, there is also the preference of the person who refines it.

Thousands of mountains and thousands of swords cannot be built in the same way."

He pointed to the various spiritual swords formed at the end, and said: "The length, width and width are different, but they are all the best choices.

I like long swords with sharp blades, so if I were to push the refining process of the green-handled long sword backwards from the finished product, I should start with this painting.

If we have different choices, wouldn’t we learn faster if we choose the one we like?”

"One method can make all methods easy. It's a good idea." Turin was very happy. The main reason is that she doesn't like weapon refining. "Why don't I choose this dagger."

Shen Guanyu had no objection. If you want to learn, you should first learn what you are most interested in and most willing to learn. If you still have time after learning the details, you can learn as much as you want.

"Fellow Daoist Huo, you choose first."

"Then I'm welcome." Huo Xiaoxiao didn't refuse and pointed directly at a curved sword. Certain parts of the soft sword were very similar to her fairy binding rope.

As for Shen Guanyu, he chose the best one to refine, which was an ordinary wooden sword that could not be more ordinary.

When monks start, most of them will use wooden swords first.

Fusangmu saw her walking backwards from back to front and found a stone statue of a monk who was chipping away at a piece of black wood. It was a little uneasy.

Shaking the tree, there is still one branch that has not taken off its charred blackness and recovered, alas!

Shen Guanyu had no idea what it was thinking. She preferred things that were simple and straightforward. To put it nicely, it would be called Dao Zhi Jian, but in translation, it would be called lazy.

She used her spiritual consciousness to read from beginning to end, and within a short time she had memorized the action of cutting a wooden sword by heart. However, staring at the swords on a row of stone carvings, she always felt that it was too simple. Can be polished very well.

If you don’t understand, just look at it another way.

This time she not only slowed down, but also looked closer with her naked eyes without using her spiritual consciousness.

When she walked to the wooden sword where the first rune had just been engraved, a monk was teleported in.

bang bang bang

There were more than one, and someone quickly rushed to Shen Guanyu: "You, use the cigarette smoke to blow up your whole body to ashes, tell your name, and we will have a fair fight."

As he spoke, he displayed his sword energy and forced Shen Guanyu to take action. Unexpectedly, the sword energy was swallowed alive by a sword shadow that flew out from the stone sculpture.

Whether they came to stop Huo Xiaoxiao or the other monks watching the show, they all felt the pain of the sword shadow flying out of their bodies.

Looking down, he saw that everyone except Shen Guanyu, who was watching the sword, had been injured by the sword energy.

The monk who drew the sword at the beginning was particularly miserable. From his face to his hands, his exposed skin was covered in blood and pain, and one side of his face had swollen marks from being slapped by the sword.

He said angrily: "Hidden sword again..." He couldn't even spit out the word "hurt", but spit out a mouthful of black blood.

The female cultivator who was with him quickly helped him meditate and asked Shen Guanyu, "Why is fellow Taoist so vicious?"

"Confusing black and white, it's clearly the sword spirit on the stone sculpture." Before Shen Guanyu could say anything, Huo Xiaoxiao stepped forward and said, "The Cangming Realm Cultivation Alliance has made your faces fall to the ground."

The female cultivator said coldly: "Huo Xiaoxiao, are you helping outsiders defeat the cultivators in this world?

We just flew over you outside the volcano, and we are not those monks who snatch the strange fire.

Is it reasonable for you to start a fight and affect others?"

Huo Xiaoxiao: "You won't stand far away when you see others fighting. Who knows what you are thinking when you are standing in the battle circle."

Ling Su and Turin also stood up: "You two are angry at me, the person involved."

The female cultivator pointed at Shen Guanyu: "I don't care about your business, I'll just look for her."

Shen Guanyu was interrupted from his fresh inspiration, and he was in a bad mood: "Are you looking for justice? A one-on-one fight or a group fight?

Let me first state that I don’t know what the restrictions are here. If you are accidentally injured by the restrictions, please don’t blame me.”

Female cultivator: "Oh, there are four of you, there are two of us, how dare you talk about a group fight?"

"That's a one-on-one challenge." As soon as Shen Guanyu finished speaking, a fist hit the female cultivator in the face.

Click

The female cultivator was almost beaten to the ground, so she used her spiritual power to pull out the hairpin sword on her head. However, as soon as the sword energy came out, she found that the stone-carved wooden sword that Shen Guanyu had just seen flew out again to swallow the sword energy.

There were more than ten monks present, but they didn't expect that these two would fight just because they wanted to, but you can fight on your own, don't take us with you.

After being scratched several times again and still unable to dodge, someone objected: "Don't use sword energy techniques, only use spiritual power and physical body to fight."

There are also people who are watching the excitement and don't mind the big deal: "Yes, yes, punch to the flesh to show off our energy."

Bang bang

Shen Guanyu also received two punches from the female cultivator who had sheathed the Chai Sword. Her eyes lit up, and she realized that the other cultivator was also a practitioner of both body and law.

She motioned to the three people in Turin to help protect the law.

Then, the two of them fought more and more, completely abandoning their spiritual power and fighting hand to hand, leaving the monks teleported in from behind confused.

As they fought and fought, the two of them felt sympathy for each other and jumped into each other's hands to decide the winner.

Unexpectedly, the male cultivator woke up from meditation and swung his sword at Shen Guanyu again without looking at anything.

"Stop!" Many tired monks shouted in unison.

Some of them also intercepted the sword energy with the Turin trio. Unexpectedly, the sword was cut into several sections, and more than a dozen stone swords flew out of the sword energy.

A group of monks hurriedly thickened the spiritual shield, but the sword energy was so abundant and sharp that the protective shield shattered into spiritual light.

Even the defensive shield offered by Shen Guanyu was no match for this. Fusangmu looked at it and muttered to himself: You guys know there is a problem, but you still want to fall into the trap!

Before Shen Guanyu could hear what it was saying, he saw the sunstone on the dome changing position...
Chapter completed!