Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 213 The Qi and Blood Oven Forges Swords, the Supreme Treasure

The sword bell roared, the bell rippled, and the sword energy was like a tide, blooming like a flower.

The ultimate mystery is displayed around Jianchi Palace. The picture is very amazing, as if the heaven and earth are being drawn, and the golden flame is like a dragon burning and winding, appearing from Anle's body surface and clinging to it.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were all caught in the realization that the art of war had a great impact on them, and even made them see a brand new path full of hope.

Because each of them has their own sword, they live by the sword, and accompany with the sword, the sword gives them the hope of spiritual practice, so that they have the qualification to look forward to the future.

Even if the talent is not good, you can still see hope on this road, because the sword is the partner of every Jianchi Palace disciple. The sword has a soul and a soul, otherwise it would be impossible to die and cast the sword bell, making the sword bell a peerless sword bell. This is the case.

Therefore, Merging the Art of War opened up hope for these disciples of Jianchi Palace.

They are eagerly observing the operation route of the scriptures, wanting to reflect their own bodies and realize the transformation of practice.

The world is quiet and calm, only the magnificent roar of Jianzhong Zhongbo, the surface of Jianchi Lake is dripping with waves, like boiling water, and the water droplets are beating endlessly.

There is a unique Taoism drawn by Anle's preaching, which hangs down from a height of ten thousand feet, and is smudged on the surface of Jianchi Lake, like a mist.

This is an improvement of the whole, and everyone has benefited from it, and has opened up insights into practice.

Even the peace of preaching is very fruitful. In the process of teaching others, it is actually a process of perfecting and consummating one's own Dharma.

This time it was like this. In the process of teaching the Dharma, he sorted out his own shortcomings and perfected the practice method.

Body forging cultivation base is in this process, set foot on the Eighth Realm of Consummation naturally.

The sword energy rose from the ground and surged around him, containing a unique sword intent, sharp, sharp, and proud!
This is the sword intent unique to sword cultivators. The sword intent is also a kind of will of heaven and earth, which belongs to the expression of Tao. The eight realms are the signs of comprehending the will of heaven and earth and understanding Tao.

In addition, there is still room for the will of heaven and earth that An Le perceives...

The silver and gorgeous space prints interweave and float around his body, helping to promote the breath of peace and happiness to become more and more perfect, pushing him to step towards the realm of the ultimate physical body.

The nine realms of body forging are the ultimate peak, and if one receives the will of heaven and earth to strengthen one's body, it is the ultimate peak.

And the ultimate perfection can condense the embryonic form of the Dao.

This is the extreme of a physical body reaching a mortal body.

In fact, it was not only the disciples of Jianchi Palace who gained something, but also the senior leaders of Jianchi Palace, some senior swordsmiths.

Compared with the disciples of Jianchi Palace, swordsmiths are a major feature of Jianchi Palace. They take the sword as their life, and it is their ideal to forge an extraordinary sword.

Therefore, they are more pure than the disciples of Jianchi Palace.

And the emergence of Rong Bingfa made their eyes shine, as if they saw a path that was very suitable for them.

Master Wang Yansheng's eyes narrowed, and there was light flowing in the depths of the pupils. His soul was hit hard and was greatly touched. Every inch of flesh and blood cells in his body was trembling!

"Melting soldiers... melting soldiers..."

Master Wang Yansheng murmured, at this moment, his mind was greatly shaken and he had a great understanding.

Around him, there was a lot of sword energy lingering. The sword energy was like a fountain. It surged and exploded, and then turned into blooming flowers, dazzling and dreamlike.

Clang!
Suddenly, the iron sword behind Master Wang Yansheng shook. It was an extremely simple iron sword, extremely simple, completely made of fine iron, and had accompanied Master Wang Yansheng for hundreds of years.

Now, the iron sword is vibrating, and there is a sword energy flowing from it like a condensed fragrance. The sword has a spirit, which connects with Wang Yansheng's mind, and seems to be telling something, with determination in his heart.

The iron sword flew up through the air, hovering in front of Wang Yansheng, the sword hair flying like frost and snow, he stared at the iron sword, his eyes were like lightning: "Old man, do you want to blend in with me too?"

"Accompanied for a long time, in this era of exhaustion in practice, gradually feel powerless and helpless, unable to break through the barrier, and perhaps die with regret. After a few years, the iron sword will rust and be buried among the bones... You don't want to do that."

"Old man, you want to help me go further?"

Wang Yansheng murmured softly.

hum-

The sword chant became brighter and brighter, and one could even feel the cheers in it. The sword was smiling because Wang Yansheng understood it.

"The method of merging soldiers...can it really help this old man to break through the obstacle that has hindered countless geniuses in cultivation? Even a genius like Zhao Huangting who has amazed the whole world is hated because of this, old man...can he really succeed? "

Wang Yansheng looked at the trembling iron sword, which groaned softly.

There was a little doubt in the eyes, and a little bewildered.

But An Le's fusion of military tactics did open up new ideas for him, and gave him a new hope for breaking down barriers.

Suddenly, Wang Yansheng's eyes froze, and a hint of determination emerged, like a spring thunder flashing behind the clouds.

"Since there is no hope at all, but now that we see hope, why do we have to be timid and hesitant? The art of war... This is the most suitable method for Jianchi Palace, the most suitable method for swordsmiths! Because, only casting Sword masters know weapons best!"

As soon as Wang Yansheng's thoughts cleared up, he immediately felt extremely smooth all over his body.

He raised his head and looked at the Anle of the golden qi and blood turning into flames, the snake python's swimming route was actually the route of the art of war.

The body floated up, and the tyrannical Qi and blood surged out of the body, wrapping around the iron sword.

The sword qi and the qi and blood merged together, and when they collided with each other, there was a hissing sound. The sword qi and the qi and blood were obviously incompatible. When they collided with each other, it was like hot oil meeting boiling water, making a crackling sound.

An Le's eyes swept over, and he immediately sensed this scene. He was a little surprised that Wang Yansheng, who had the highest cultivation level, chose to merge the Art of War first, because shouldn't the higher the cultivation level, the more cautious it should be?
Moreover, the cultivation level is high, and one's own practice has already formed a system. If you want to change the new practice method, there is actually a great risk.

However, without further ado, Wang Yansheng believed in An Le very much, and directly chose Rong Bing.

In other words, he believed in the iron sword, a sword weapon that was dependent on each other.

An Le's eyes were fixed, his expression was solemn, he opened and closed his mouth, and he narrated the details about the art of war very clearly, describing every point in detail.

At this moment, even though their hearts were shaken, the disciples of Jianchi Palace temporarily stopped practicing the fusion of military techniques, no longer thinking about the entanglement in their hearts about whether to change the practice method, and watched Master Wang Yansheng's military fusion.

The complexions of Su Muzhe and Wanjuliu changed slightly, with complex expressions.

"Will Master Wang make such a choice? Wouldn't it be too risky? An Le just talked about the art of military fusion. Maybe he should study it thoroughly before proceeding with military fusion..."

Su Muzhe said softly, frowning slightly.

Wan Jieliu's palm rested on the sword Xiliu, the sword that had accompanied him for a long time, at this moment also vibrated slightly under the resonance of the art of war, and let out a soft moan.

"Teacher... probably in order not to let the absoluteness and momentum in my heart go out. The teacher's physical training has reached the perfection of the nine realms, but he once said that it is difficult to break through the ten realms, and you can't see anything." hope."

"But today, under Mr. An's reminder of the art of war, I have glimpsed hope, so I plan to take advantage of this momentum to completely break through the barrier. This feeling is similar to an epiphany. If you seize it, it is a great opportunity. If you miss it , can only become a lifelong regret, the teacher does not want to regret, so he chose to rush."

Wan Jieliu followed Wang Yansheng to practice sword casting for many years, and he still has a deep understanding of Wang Yansheng.

What he said made Su Muzhe nod involuntarily, obviously Su Muzhe also thought so.

However, whether it will be successful or not is really unknown.

Because breaking the ten realms... is really not an easy task.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Yishan felt the turbulent sword energy, and looked at Wang Yansheng's surging energy and blood, as well as his desperate determination, his eyes shone with hope.

Can it be successful?

He knows too well how much help and how much pressure it can relieve the current forces of An Le if a brand new Ten Realm can be born!
However, as an experimenter himself, he knew how difficult the process was.

An Le's fusion of war techniques gave Wang Yansheng an inspiration, giving the world's number one swordsmith the spirit and drive to hit the tenth realm, but...whether it will be successful or not, even Lu Yishan cannot give an accurate answer.

In fact, the art of war has inspired Lu Yishan a lot, but it is not the same as Lu Yishan's way.

He is not a master swordsmith who is obsessed with swords, and he doesn't even have a weapon of his own.

Stargazing chart?
This star-gazing map has just been acquired by him, not to mention the rank of the star-gazing map itself, just because of the star-gazing map, there is An Le's primordial spirit, and An Le is also the master, so this treasure is doomed to be impossible As the treasure of melting soldiers.

This is completely different from Shanhe Ding.

Lu Yishan raised his hand and tapped the void, as if ray after ray of starlight lit up at his fingertips, brightening the surroundings, and the aura of heaven and earth was gathering faster and faster.

What Lu Yishan can do is to gather enough heaven and earth aura for the practitioners of Jianchi Palace, the lucky ones who have enlightenment, so that they can break through without any worries, break through the barriers, and launch towards a more spacious avenue of cultivation. charge!
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Wang Yansheng's qi and blood were intertwined, like blood-colored dragons surging out, his figure jumped up, qi and blood were intertwined, and landed on Jianchi Lake. Although the water in Jianchi Lake seemed to be boiling again, it exuded Extremely cold, extremely cold.

This is the water for quenching swords, it is impossible to be scalding hot, and it is precisely because of this coldness that many legendary swords are cast.

The iron sword flew across the sky, the blade trembling uncontrollably.

The circulation route of scriptures that An Le taught about the Art of War is being comprehended by Wang Yansheng, and with An Le's help and guidance, the process is actually not complicated at all.

Soon, Wang Yansheng completed the mastery of the scripture route.

However, before running the complete scriptures, he must first break through his own body training method, leaving only the tyrannical blood all over his body.

This is why it is said that the higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to practice the art of war.

Switching to a new practice method can be said to be a major event, or it can be said to be a small matter, the main thing is to see the rank of the sect.

If the rank of the practice is not high, it will only lose some energy and blood after switching to practice. However, the rank of the practice is very high, and one's own energy and blood will not be replenished after switching to practice, which will bring a crisis, but the same crisis is also Opportunity, if it can be filled with enough energy and blood, it will naturally represent an improvement in cultivation.

"An Le, I want to cut off the old method."

Wang Yansheng stood in Jianchi Lake and said in a deep voice.

Many people listened, their complexions changed slightly, and their faces were incomparably dignified, watching and observing.

Anle's brows lighted up, and the primordial spirit leaped out, entangled with the vision of the long river of time.

boom!
A huge iron hammer appeared in the sky, and the hammer was completely intertwined with blood, forming a strange and mysterious running route!

"This is the ancient scripture of Hammer! An ancient scripture passed down from generation to generation by swordsmiths!"

Lu Yishan watched and recognized the huge hammer vision at a glance.

The sledgehammer made of vitality and blood seems to be grasped by gods and demons, wanting to hammer the sky.

At this moment, the sledgehammer might have sensed that it was about to be crushed, and the densely intertwined energy and blood actually vibrated and boiled. With a bang, it was as if an invisible existence held the sledgehammer and smashed it down towards Wang Yansheng's body.

In order to break the law, Wang Yansheng pulled out all his energy and blood, and condensed it into a hammer. Once hit by the hammer, his body might explode and die, and the end would be miserable!
"Crush!"

Wang Yansheng's frosty hair was like a sword, and his eyes were filled with electricity. His whole body was glowing golden yellow like a scorching sun. The iron sword hovering in front of him clanged, and there was a shocking murderous aura.

Under the control of Wang Yansheng's mind, the iron sword shot out, and the sword energy was instantly like a blanket of the vast sea, colliding with the qi and blood hammer!

The collision of the sword and the hammer was actually in the huge world, and the sound of metal collision resounded throughout the ears. The clanging sound was endless, and the waves formed spread and hit the sword bell, causing the sword bell to ring itself and emit bell waves!
The desperate iron sword, like the sword in the hands of an old general on the battlefield, keeps waving and killing the enemy.

The sledgehammer seemed to be bleeding, the intertwined qi and blood were cut off, and the running route left by the old scriptures was cut off. The sledgehammer quickly disintegrated, unable to maintain the image of the sledgehammer, it collapsed suddenly, turning into a vast ocean. The sea of ​​qi and blood, the ocean splits, and a mountain of qi and blood rises.

This is the sea of ​​qi and mountain of blood practiced in body forging martial arts.

The sixth realm opens up the sea of ​​energy, the seventh realm condenses the mountain of blood, and the first two realms after the fifth realm are the shaping of the foundation of cultivation.

And the choice of practice method at the time of the six realms is accompanied by the practitioner's life, once it is to be changed, it must be like today, breaking one's own method and condensing a new method!
However, the iron sword that cut off the sledgehammer is now covered with cracks, and the dense cracks are like spider webs.

Wang Yansheng's complexion was pale, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

An Le sat cross-legged in the air, dressed in white clothes better than snow, and recited scripture lines in his mouth.

Immediately, Wang Yansheng followed An Le's description and teaching method, pulling the blood back into his body, while the iron sword stood in front of the body, bearing the scour of the blood!
boom!
Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, the iron sword exploded and exploded into pieces!

"Oops!"

Even An Le, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, couldn't help but open his eyes, with a hint of surprise in them.

Wouldn't it be a joke if the weapon to be fused into the body was broken and there was no weapon to fuse?
Lu Yishan's eyes were fixed, and there was a hint of loss and regret. When he saw Wang Yansheng, who was desperate, seemed to fall on the road to hit the tenth realm, he also felt a bit of grief, or is it not possible?
Su Muzhe and Wan Juliu had already lost their souls, and their bodies and minds were trembling from the fright.

If Wang Yansheng's cultivation base collapses or even falls because of the failure of the Art of War, then Jianchi Palace will not only lose a strong man sitting in the town, but a pillar of soul!
A master of the world's number one swordsmith who can forge an extremely precious sword!

This loss is unbearable for the weakening Jianchi Palace!

Moreover, once the Merging Art of War fails on Wang Yansheng, it will have a huge impact on the disciples in Jianchi Palace, and even hit their self-confidence, making them lose faith in the success and transformation of the Merging Art of War.

Even, it will make them lose confidence in An Le.

In that case, the situation would go in a bad direction for An Le.

The atmosphere of the entire Jianchi Palace became tense. On the sky, black clouds rolled in, with the potential to overwhelm the city. The incomparable depression made people feel suffocated.

An Le's face was solemn, and he was thinking about countermeasures in his heart. He was the one who created the art of war, and he should also think of a solution to deal with this situation.

An Le really didn't expect this kind of broken weapon... After all, the Shanhe Ding cannot be broken. As the highest quality treasure in the world, the material is even stronger than the meteorite iron from the outer space. Naturally, such a situation will not happen.

"How about it?"

An Le stared, her thoughts turned like a storm.

On the other hand, Master Wang was very calm. Although the cracking of the iron sword affected his mood a little bit, which was unexpected, he was still very calm, so what if he failed?
He is just one of many practitioners who failed to reach the ten realms.

However, at least he has rushed through, tried his best, and even cut off his own cultivation method to fight for it!
Qi and blood surged, and the broken iron sword was constantly circling, being washed away by Qi and blood. The sea of ​​Qi and blood and the mountains of Qi and blood felt like they were collapsing uncontrollably. The turmoil that occurred.

After the collapse, the Qi and blood will spill into the space between the heaven and the earth, and return to the heaven and the earth, which is equivalent to the spillage of a body's cultivation base into nothingness, which is a bit similar to the solution of soldiers.

With luck, Wang Yansheng will not die, at least the Yuanshen still exists.

But at worst, there may also be a bleak end in which the physical body is blasted by the primordial spirit, and finally falls and withers!

Wang Yansheng looked at the iron sword that was broken into countless pieces, with a carefree look on his face.

"ended."

Wang Yansheng murmured softly.

He stared at the fragments of the iron sword that drifted with the tide under the rush of energy and blood...Suddenly, he was stunned.

Qi and blood are like fire, broken swords are like iron, and the flames burn the iron, as if floating and sinking in a sword casting furnace.

This scene... inspired him.

Maybe, he can use his own energy and blood to recast the broken iron sword!
Furnace of energy and blood, broken sword recast!

It was as if he saw a glimmer of hope in the endless despair, and Mr. Wang Yansheng was trying his best to grasp this ray of hope.

Wang Yansheng let out a long whistle, bursting into the crown with anger, the center of his brows radiated brilliance, and the primordial spirit jumped out. The small Wang Yansheng primordial spirit also glared angrily, and rushed towards the churning qi and blood without looking back.

The primordial spirit jumped out, plunged into the qi and blood, and began to control the qi and blood. Immediately, the sea of ​​qi and blood and the mountain of blood began to transform, forming a melting pot!
Qi and blood are like fire, roaring and burning!
Yuanshen Xiaguang emerged in it, and the broken sword was cast into it, rolled in the sea of ​​fire, began to turn red, and began to soften and flow out of metallic liquid.

Wang Yansheng's actions shocked everyone's hearts.

An Le's eyes were bright, and he understood Wang Yansheng's plan. This was to use Qi and blood as a furnace to recast the iron sword, and even improve the rank of that iron sword. And because it was forged with Qi and blood, the Iron sword would be very close to himself. Compatible, the operation of the law of military fusion will not be hindered in the slightest!
At this moment, even An Le couldn't help but admire in his heart, people in this world should not be underestimated.

At the moment when the iron sword snapped, An Le didn't even think of a solution, but senior Wang Yansheng used his courage to directly sacrifice the Yuanshen. The Yuanshen fell into the sea of ​​fire and chose to recast the broken sword!

An Le raised his hand to touch the center of his eyebrows, his soul trembling, he led two mountain and river cauldrons out horizontally, sitting on top of the formed qi and blood oven, the mountain and river cauldron hung down the breath of mountains and rivers, and a picture scroll of mountains and rivers unfolded, stabilizing the oven!
Of course, after doing this, An Le stood up from the void. He clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and began to push his fist horizontally in the void.

Boom boom boom!
When the fist was punched out, the space fluctuated slightly and there were layers of ripples, like the sound of war drums beating and exploding on the battlefield of ancient gods and demons.

Many people looked at this scene in confusion, unable to understand Anle's boxing mood at the moment.

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At the bank of Jianchi Lake, everyone's expression changed, their faces were a little stern and worried.

"Too hard, even the primordial spirit jumps out and throws it into the melting furnace. Once it fails, the primordial spirit will inevitably be shattered along with it. The physical primordial spirit is dead, and it is really dead." Su Muzhe took a deep breath, she was very happy Worried, felt that Wang Yansheng was too decisive.

Su Mu's sword palace trembled uncontrollably, but seemed to be attracted by this determination.

Wan Jieliu's face was full of nervousness, he clenched his fists, his eyes were shining, and he was praying in his heart, praying that the teacher would succeed, break through barriers, and embark on a path that would shock the world.

On the side of Ten Thousand Cut Willows are Li Qingchuan and Fourth Master Lin, consort of Yuan Meng.

The two of them did not hold much hope for Wang Yansheng's recasting of the Broken Sword, which merged into the body.

"The conditions are too harsh. It is a big gamble to use blood as a furnace to melt away old soldiers and create new ones. Moreover, it is not the same as the real sword forging, and it can even be said to be completely opposite." Li Qingchuan As a Taoist in the Tianshi Mansion, he still has eyes, so he couldn't help but speak in a deep voice.

"Forging soldiers in reality is holding the hammer of reality. The test is the physical body, which is the control of the power of the physical body. Through thousands of blows, extraordinary weapons are forged."

"But at this moment, in the furnace of qi and blood, Master Wang is using the primordial spirit as a hammer. The test is not the physical body, but the control of the primordial spirit... There are two ways!"

Li Qingchuan really didn't hold any hope, and felt that the possibility of failure was too great.

The entire Jianchi Palace was caught in this tense atmosphere.

Everyone watched this sudden outbreak and turned into a life-and-death crisis.

If even Grandmaster Wang Yansheng fails in the fusion, it means that this practice method...is too harsh, maybe only a peerless talent like An Le can succeed, then they will naturally lose confidence and switch to practice.

Lu Yishan naturally knew that this kind of spreading emotion, to Jianchi Palace, was like a tight bowstring, and there was a risk of it breaking if he was not careful.

However, at this moment, Lu Yishan was overwhelmed by Wang Yansheng, and he felt sincere admiration in his heart.

What a majestic spirit to recast a broken sword in an oven of qi and blood!

How fearless!
This is the embodiment of Mr. Wang's determination to sacrifice his life for benevolence. He wants to break the barrier between heaven and earth, and Ling Yun, who wants to compete with the sky, is arrogant!

What Lu Yishan can do is to manipulate the star map to cover the entire Jinguan City to form a large array of stars, attracting the aura that seems to be irrigated by the Milky Way, and do his best!
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The Qi and Blood Oven lay across the sky above Jianchi Lake, and the flames ignited by the Qi and blood inside were as red as red blood and extremely hot.

However, Wang Yansheng's complexion was very ugly. Using Yuanshen as a hammer, he beat the broken sword and recast it... This is something he has never done before. Every time he beats, the Yuanshen will blend into it .

Therefore, in this process, the primordial spirit will become weaker and weaker.

But at this moment, his primordial spirit began to weaken. For the world's number one swordsmith, even if he is not good at beating soldiers with his primordial spirit, he quickly mastered the trick after experiencing the initial discomfort. , very familiar.

But he couldn't prevent the exhaustion of the primordial spirit.

The power of the primordial spirit is integrated into the broken sword in the oven, and the reshaped sword embryo can be vaguely seen. A mysterious force is bursting out, roaring and turbulent!

Wang Yansheng was excited, but also desperate.

Because he felt that the primordial spirit was unsustainable!
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Suddenly, like the sound of war drums resounding on the battlefield of gods and demons, it broke through the barriers of space and passed into the oven. Wang Yansheng's weakened primordial power beat along with the sound of war drums, as if in the dark. Got a blessing of resonance power!
"This……"

"An Le!"

Wang Yansheng's face changed, and joy appeared in his eyes.

In the sky above Jianchi Lake, An Le's blood surged all over his body, and the golden blood roared like a python, wrapping around his arms. Every time he swung his fist and punched, it would shake the space, causing ripples to appear in the smashed space!
"Senior, do you still remember when you and I forged swords together and returned to the nest? You helped me that time, and today... I will help you!"

"I helped my swallow return to the nest in the past, and today I help you climb the blue sky!"

An Le's tongue burst into spring thunder, and his momentum became stronger and stronger.

The physique with the perfect eight realms is motivating with all its strength, and the blood is like a huge wave, making a deafening roar, performing martial arts in the void, hitting with Sanshou, and the spatial tremors are transmitted!
The wave-like spatial fluctuations slapped on the oven, causing the oven to tremble. Wang Yansheng's Yuanshen inside was so experienced. As a top swordsmith, he was too able to seize the opportunity!
Anle at this moment is like a master craftsman when casting swords, beating the sledgehammer next to him, and the sound of the beating helps drive the rhythm!
It seems to be a reversal of fate, a reversal of time!

The scene that happened in the past is reappearing tonight!
With the excitement that makes the blood boil and the blood spurts!
Many swordsmiths present had seen the original scene, and at this moment, they suddenly had a feeling of deja vu!

At this moment, a flame seemed to be ignited in everyone's body, and the blood was surging!
Maybe, really can do it? !

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When Wang Yansheng, the number one swordsmith in the world, chose to turn his blood into an oven, recast a broken sword, and melted his soldiers into his body.

The vision broke through the clouds and poured into the sky directly from the Sword Pool Palace!
It was like a volcano that had been silent for thousands of years erupted directly, and the flames were soaring, and the flames soared into the sky, and the whole world was watching it!
At this moment, many top powerhouses all felt something.

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In the northern part of the Yuanmeng Empire, the grasslands are long, but in the depths of the grasslands, there is a desolation, there are huge cracks and ravines lying here, and there are crimson flames gushing out of them, like a disaster flowing in the abyss that burns the world. Evil fire.

And within such terrifying flames, a burly figure with flying black hair, covered with horned dragon-like muscles, and the deltoid muscles on the back are extremely terrifying, like a rock, containing explosive power.

With one step forward, countless flames were suppressed.

Step out again, straight into the sky, set foot on the sea of ​​clouds, and look towards the direction of Jianchi Palace.

"The furnace of Qi and blood, the spirit of the soul, and the recasting of the broken sword?!"

"What a Wang Yansheng, what kind of weapon is this going to cast? Is the sword a treasure?!"

"Worthy of being the number one swordsmith in the world, King Wuyang Zhai approved it. Unfortunately, this move is too crazy and is doomed to fail."

The figure was extremely burly, with bright eyes, but he murmured that he was not optimistic.

This person is the second ten-level strongman of the Yuanmeng Empire after the Yuanmeng Emperor, and he is also a strongman known for casting soldiers. Many first-grade magic weapons have been born in his hands. Now, he is borrowing the power of heaven and earth Strength, want to forge the most precious sword!

In this world, there is no most precious sword, not in ancient times, nor today.

King Yangdi wanted to be the unprecedented sword maker and forge the first most precious sword!
He had been preparing for this moment for too long, but today, the embryo of the most precious sword was shaking, so that King Yangdi could not help but walk out of the casting place and look over.

"Forge a soldier with your own body? Let's see... who can succeed, you and me, who is the number one swordsmith in the world!"

King Yangdi's black hair flew up, and a cruel smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

Qi and blood gushed out, turned into a bloody meteor, fell again, and fell fiercely into the Great Rift Valley.

Inside the rift valley, flames flowed, sparks splashed, and heat waves billowed.

King Yangdi's bronze-colored skin was covered with beads of sweat, and he held a black ice hammer in his hand, using a strange stone from heaven and earth as a platform, beating a sword embryo!
Dangdang Dangdang!
In the Great Rift Valley, the sound of beating exploded.

On the bank of Jianchi Lake, the sound of war drums roared!
The two confront each other across the air.

However, Master Wang Yansheng knew nothing about this confrontation about the level of casting soldiers, and neither did An Le!
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Qingcheng Mountain, True Martial Temple!
There is a Taoist standing between the sea of ​​clouds, staring at each other slightly, the cranes in the mountains are singing together, there is a fairy light shining, it seems that there is a magic weapon endowed with light.

Below the Taoist, there are figures lingering with immortal aura, standing with icy muscles and jade bones, they are the arrogances of the ancient family of white tiger immortals such as Hutian and Huyue who escaped from the tomb of the first emperor.

They know that in the huge world, only Zhenwu Temple can take them in, and only Zhenwu Temple can open the gate of heaven and communicate with the immortal family, so they came here and waited for guidance.

"The people have spirit, the army has power, the country has luck...the strong have the way."

"The body turns into an oven to cast a sword, Wang Yansheng...is this sacrificing one's life for benevolence, and breaking through ten realms by casting soldiers in a desperate situation?"

The Taoist sits on the top of the mountain, his eyes are deep and brilliant.

He is not the master of Zhenwu Temple, but he is also the heritage of Zhenwu Temple in the human world, a ten-level Taoist.

Zhenwu Temple is different from Tianshi Mansion. The background of Tianshi Mansion is only the old celestial masters, while Zhenwu Temple is backed by the Tianmen and has a connection with the heavenly world, so the background is naturally profound.

When Master Zhenwu entered the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, the Taoist had already awakened. Later Hu Tian, ​​Hu Yue and other descendants of the Xiangu family who escaped from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor came to Qingcheng Mountain, and he was the one who led them up the mountain.

"Senior, when will the Heavenly Gate open? The Immortal White Tiger Family...has there any response?"

Hutian looked at Taoist Qingyun, his icy muscles and bones were shining brightly, but anxiety appeared on his face, and he asked.

The Taoist's face was pale, and he said calmly: "Don't worry, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor has sealed off the Yuanmeng Emperor and many other ten realms... Great changes will take place in the world, fortunes will change, and the Gate of Heaven... will open."

"As for the Immortal Ancient Family, they have already responded, and they will issue a decree soon, just wait."

Taoist Qingyun smiled faintly, and he didn't show much disdain for the descendants of the immortal white tiger family such as Hutian and Huyue, but he was never too enthusiastic either.

At this moment, he is more concerned about the situation in Jianchi Palace.

Ever since Emperor Yuanmeng broke through the Double Ten Realms, the practice exhaustion in the world has intensified. In the past 500 years, no one in the Ten Realms has ever been born. Even if the talented monsters, many people died in despair because they could not break through the barrier.

Now, is Wang Yansheng planning to break through the Ten Realm?
Taoist Qingyun was very curious.

If Wang Yansheng really set foot on the ten realms...

That means that the situation in the world will undergo drastic changes!
……

……

At this moment, there are too many strong people paying attention to the situation of Jianchi Palace.

The flames illuminated the sky, causing the heavens and the earth to change color. This kind of scene naturally attracted the attention of many strong people, and they could see the changes in a corner, even Duan Tianyu, the head teacher of the Star Picking Sect whose primordial spirit was beheaded by Anle , all looked solemn, guessing the change in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

Such powerful Qi and blood poured out, no doubt it was a Nine Realm Consummation burning himself, living towards death!

Qi and blood are melted into a melting pot to forge soldiers. Only Wang Yansheng can do this feat in Jianchi Palace!

Therefore, many people are speculating that it is impossible for Wang Yansheng to make such a risky move for no reason...

Is it possible... to attack the Ten Realms?
Accomplish a feat that no one has achieved in 500 years? !
……

Jianchi lakeside.

Wang Yansheng's primordial spirit was extremely close to being exhausted, but Anle's energy and blood surged, performing martial arts in the void, pushing horizontally and punching, void Sanshou, etc., shaking the space, echoing the beating of the sword embryo in the oven!
when--

Sparks splashed in all directions, and the light and rain of Yuanshen splashed gorgeously.

The burning fire splattered like blood.

"No...or not!"

Inside the furnace of qi and blood, Wang Yansheng's primordial spirit was so ethereal that he almost disappeared without a trace. However, his face showed sadness, and he felt that he was about to fail.

He knew that his primordial spirit was exhausted, and he could no longer bear the burden to complete the recasting of the sword, and he could no longer melt into soldiers!
Turning into an oven is really too dangerous...

Wang Yansheng breathed out a foul breath, shook his head with a wry smile, he looked at the air that was still bursting with energy and blood, punched, and beat the drums that sounded like evening drums and morning bells, wanting to help him complete the final sword casting!

"Anle, you failed...stop it."

Wang Yansheng said softly.

However, An Le did not stop, sweating profusely, golden blood ignited flames, covering the whole body, every punch and every move made the space tremble!

As if he had never heard Wang Yansheng's words, he was still beating.

"Anle."

Wang Yansheng raised his voice.

His primordial spirit is ethereal and thin, and the light rain is constantly overflowing in the oven, and it is not far from collapse.

However, An Le's blood roared, and she suddenly raised her head to look at Wang Yansheng: "Senior, it's not over yet!"

"Believe me!"

There seemed to be lightning flashing in An Le's eyes, and she said in a deep voice.

Wang Yansheng was stunned, staring at Anle, he saw the light in Anle's eyes, that stubbornness, that unyielding, that fighting spirit that would always raise his head.

The sky falls to the earth, and the rules crush the earth.

Above the head of man is heaven, which is destiny.

Bow your head is a mortal, raise your head... Fang Weijian Xiu!
With unyielding intentions and arrogance, you can see the sword fairy!

Wang Yansheng suddenly laughed heartily. Anyway, he has already reached this stage, and there is no medicine for regret.

Even if fate crushes you, you must raise your head and raise your eyes!

"An Le! This old man believes in you!"

Wang Yansheng laughed loudly, and the thin primordial spirit suddenly opened his hands, allowing the sea of ​​fire in the surrounding qi and blood oven to engulf the primordial spirit completely!
At this moment, Wang Yansheng chose to believe in An Le, and threw his Yuanshen into the oven!
Yuanshen merged into the sword!

Recast!

boom! ! !
Wang Yansheng's primordial spirit was completely engulfed by the sea of ​​flames, and the furnace of qi and blood trembled, bursting out with terrifying oppression. This pressure was like the collapse of heaven and earth.

An Le raised his head, and seemed to see intertwined rules hanging down, flying like shackles!
An Le's black hair was flying vigorously, her eyes were bright, and she clenched her fingers into a fist!

The Void Armor manifested, the gorgeous silver light dazzled and dazzled, and the space leap was used. An Le's figure disappeared instantly, and reappeared, already beside the sword bell.

The sword bell was suspended on the clock tower, and An Le's clenched fist, burning with golden flames of vitality, punched the sword bell hard!

The bell trembled and let out a long cry. The bell was like the waves of the vast sea, and instantly hit the qi and blood oven!
Inside the oven, there was once again the sound of brilliant beating resounding!
when--!
The sound tore through the sky and smashed the clouds and waves!

The gorgeous light rain of Yuanshen lingered on the recast sword embryo, and finally, the recast sword embryo was fully formed!

A slightly fluctuating breath, between a first-grade extreme sword and a treasure, began to spread quietly!
Crash, clatter, there are regular chains hanging down, wrapping around the sword embryo.

The aura of the sword embryo is a little bit away from the treasure, but... enough!

"Integrate the soldiers into the body, you are the master of the soldiers!"

Anle's figure flickered again, and the space leap moved across to the sky above Jianchi Lake, and he spoke in a deep voice.

The scripture route of the operation of the Art of War recited from his mouth again.

In the dark, a will emerged, the qi and blood furnace collapsed, and the sword embryo was suspended, and the qi and blood washed over the sword embryo, flooding into Wang Yansheng's body one after another!
Wang Yansheng's right arm was raised, and the arm bone of the right arm was shining brilliantly, and then he absorbed the sword embryo and swallowed it, and the sword embryo and the arm bone fused into one!

Wang Yansheng's body roared, and his muscles, bones, meridians, and membrane all trembled at this moment!
Qi and blood are baptizing, strengthening the body, and merging with the forged sword!
The body began to grow, and the bottleneck of the Nine Realms of Body Forging... At this moment, it began to loosen!
At the same time, Wang Yansheng, who closed his eyes, also returned, he lost his primordial spirit, and his primordial spirit merged into the soldier master, leaving only his pure physical body!

However, Wang Yansheng felt that his strength was more than one step stronger.

Wang Yansheng... is about to truly set foot on the Ten Realm!
"Hahahaha!"

Wang Yansheng laughed unceasingly, his eyes were full of emotion, when the primordial spirit jumped into the fire, at that moment, he understood a truth, his soul was sublimated.

By fate, look up!
The solitary and proud, can see the sword fairy!
"Ten Realm! Let me break it!"

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