Mysterious picture album; burn the wall of sighs with the eternal cracking fire, let the flowing ice unlock the lock of the seal, from the beginning of nothingness to the end of chaos, please follow the promise passed down since ancient times, and go against the destiny that has never changed.
stars...
The dark sky was full of silhouettes passing by, and countless strong men flying with swords streaked across the sky like meteors, dragging long white empty strips behind them, which looked so beautiful in the dusk sky.
The shadow of this young man is hidden in the vast dense forest. According to the usual practice, many strong men flashing across the sky can catch the ant-like young man below with just a hint of their spiritual thoughts!
The young man was covered in blood and was in an indescribable embarrassment. His blood-covered face looked at the many powerful men in the sky with hatred, and his face gradually became ferocious.
An inexplicable aura flowed invisibly from the ancient picture album between his fingers, protecting the whole body of the young man who looked up at the sky above the dense forest.
The young man didn't know that the picture album in his hand was faintly fluctuating. He just thought that those strong men who were flying across the sky quickly did not notice him, and they were peeping at the world like a frog at the bottom of a well!
For a moment, the boy's body lay in the hidden grass, and he continued to read the ancient words recorded in the album.
Mysterious picture album; cut off the ethereal law of cause and effect, open the door to the intersection of reality and illusion for me, travel between the past and the future, interweave the moment and eternity..."
The picture album was engraved with an ancient sunset pattern. Every line of words that the boy looked at were gradually changing, as if they were tadpoles integrated into the boy's soul...
Taiyimen...
Casting Sword Peak.
Forge a sword!
Sword embryo.
Ling Chen stood in the center of the swaying platform, recalling the sword-making insights explained by the middle-aged man.
Forging a sword; not only must the sword have extremely high hardness, that is, it can cut iron like clay, but it must also have excellent toughness and be able to endure hundreds of twists and turns.
A good sword (a weapon that has not been refined by monks cannot be called a "spiritual weapon") needs to be made of high-quality materials and repeatedly hammered and forged for 33,000 layers. During the continuous hammering and forging,
Remove impurities! To increase the strength and toughness of the sword body, it can cut gold, jade, copper and iron.
In a fiery red cave, on a stone platform of only fifty square meters, there is a circular sword-making pool and a furnace tripod. Next to it is a protruding iron stone platform of half a meter and several hammered iron tools.
Ling Chen looked at the bottom of the platform, which was full of fiery red magma, rolling endlessly. Leading to the platform was a long black stone road about half a meter wide.
Looking at the swaying narrow passage behind him, Ling Chen had no intention of stepping onto the trail.
If you want to leave at this moment, the swaying passage will keep bumping and you will fall, so there is no need to fight.
Besides, Ling Chen will never be the one to back down!
How could he, who was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, allow the Ashes Gate to run free and let the weak prey on the strong in the underworld? This is the eternal law of survival. Ling Chen not only had to become stronger, but he also had to personally defeat the Ashes Gate before it was eaten by other major sects.
Destroy the entire Ash Gate——
The belief in his heart supports him, never giving up or giving up all hatred...
Some people say that the reason to become stronger is to have someone to protect you, while others say that hatred can make a person more determined to become stronger.
So, having both of these things, what reason does Ling Chen have to retreat?
At this moment, he was holding the furnace with difficulty!
At this level, it is not only about exercising the body, but also about exercising the mind...
No matter what, you must persevere.
It’s so difficult to stand up, so how can you do extreme exercises?
The spiritual energy here should not be used casually unless absolutely necessary. Once you are paralyzed by the benefits of the spiritual energy, you will lose your fighting spirit.
From beginning to end, Ling Chen did not use a trace of demonic energy to protect his body.
However, what Ling Chen didn't know was.
The spiritual writings on the walls of the cave have the wonderful effect of suppressing the spiritual energy (demon energy). Once the trialists inside use additional spiritual energy fluctuations, they will alert the elders on the upper floors of the Babel Tower, and thus lose the ability to continue to stay in Jianyuan.
Extremely qualified.
The cave cave trembles!
The entire platform was shaking violently.
The three copper ears hanging on the furnace cauldron also began to sway. Ling Chen stepped forward, but the small hammer fell into the sword-making pool due to the shaking of the platform and was corroded by the high temperature.
The value of using it again.
Ling Chen frowned slightly, holding the big ears tightly in his hands, trying to make his body as stable as possible.
After searching on the ground for a moment, he picked up a hammer about the same size as before.
There was a hint of fear and a hint of fear in his dark pupils. But then a blood color filled the air, and his eyes were replaced by hatred, making him temporarily forget his current fear...
His dark and cold pupils, not even the flames, could make his expression any softer.
The red iron bar was placed swaying on the slightly concave iron stone. He guessed that it was set up to stabilize the swaying IOU. Ling Chen picked up the hammer and hit the red iron bar hard.
The cave cave was shaking, and he, with his upper body exposed, was also shaking...
One hammer, another hammer, and another hammer.
Every time you hammer, you can almost let your soul blend into it!
Sweat covered his whole body, and his body became increasingly hot...
Does he seem to have no feeling at all? Or is he silently gritting his teeth and enduring it?
He was still beating the iron bar on the iron stone, but it would shake violently from time to time, so he had to beat the iron bar carefully to avoid accidentally injuring himself by the flying sparks.
…
After the iron bar was completely hammered into mature iron and processed, Ling Chen took a clip and inserted it directly into a small hole in the cauldron furnace, and then again clipped a red iron bar from the shaking sword pool.
, put it in front of my eyes and looked at it. After that...
He placed the iron bar in the groove and started beating it...
All the fears and palpitations in his heart were completely integrated into this iron bar with each hammer blow!
iron bar?
He has already adapted to the feeling of shaking around him!
The scorching temperature is still rising and is already burning his skin. That's right...
But now, he still didn't use his demonic energy, and still beat the iron bar in front of him so hard.
It is also the only thing he can do to vent his physical strength...
Is this the ultimate refinement?
The sweat all over his body evaporated in front of the hot sword-making pool, and the original frightened expression drained from his soul with each hammer blow.
The firm pupils forgot everything, and seemed to burn more and more with the beating of these hammers. Even the jet black long sword on his back began to show some changes, from the original jet black sword body, to the middle of the sword body gradually
It turned into a long, bloody red line.
"Kala"
Scrap iron sword, recast.
Ling Chen looked firmly at this weapon, which had a very different shape and could not be called a "magic weapon" at all, and nodded. Then, he threw the sword directly into the cauldron.
"Boom! Boom!"
The sound of hammering iron bars was heard again in the cave. The swaying cavern could no longer stop this tenacious man. He raised the hammer with all his strength and smashed it down with all his strength... raised it again... and smashed it down again...
Ling Chen, who was pounding the iron block vigorously, didn't notice the sound of hammering. Tiny red gas slowly gathered from all directions and penetrated into his body.
The glowing body, coupled with the violent aura that suddenly broke in, the red sand bloodline in the body was running crazily...
The tearing pain invaded this man. Ling Chen was entangled by this heart-rending pain. He frowned, and after a pause, he raised his hands again... and then smashed them down...