Emperor Jiuyin

Chapter 1301 The Fire Monk

Li Hanxue's heart was shocked, and she turned around slowly, only to see a burst of violent black heat pouring out from the eighth floor.

A thin old man slowly walked out of the black heat. This old man was not tall and was half a head shorter than Li Hanxue.

He was slightly stooped and was wearing a loose coat, revealing a strong and flat bronze chest. The skin all over his body was like his chest, glowing with a bright bronze color, giving people a feeling of being capable and powerful.

This man's head is almost completely bald, except for the long gray hair on the top of his head, which is exactly symmetrical with the long beard on his chin.

He was holding a huge gray hammer in his hand, which looked inconspicuous, but Li Hanxue felt a power from this hammer that could destroy everything.

Li Hanxue even doubted whether the Dragon Casting Cauldron could withstand ten hits from this gray hammer.

Next to the hammer, there is a large yellow-gray gourd hanging, and it is unknown what is inside.

"Who are you?" Li Hanxue's eyes were full of vigilance and fear.

The old man did not answer Li Hanxue's words, but slowly took out the gourd, shook it up and down a few times, then opened the gourd, put the mouth of the gourd into his mouth, and started drinking gurglingly.

"Ah...comfortable."

The gourd seemed to contain some kind of extremely strong wine, and the old man's face immediately turned red. He stared at Li Hanxue and said with a smile, "Boy, do you want to take a sip too?"

Li Hanxue shook her head: "I'm not good at drinking."

Seeing this, Qing Niu quickly said: "Boy, the master never invites people to drink. You are still the first one. Why don't you thank the master quickly?"

"I want you to talk more!" The old man slapped Qing Niu on the head. The Qing Niu, who possessed such brute strength, was so dazed by the slap that he bumped around everywhere as if he was drunk.

The old man smiled and said: "Wine is a good thing, and the wine in my gourd is even better. Boy, I'm afraid you have never drunk this kind of wine in your life. Do you want to have a taste?"

The old man put the gourd in front of Li Hanxue.

Li Hanxue hesitated for a moment, then slowly took the gourd, opened the gourd, raised his head and took a sip.

The moment the strong drink entered his stomach, Li Hanxue's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Cough cough cough..."

Li Hanxue only drank half a mouthful, and the other half was already spitting out. I really don't know what the wine was made of. After entering her stomach, it was even hotter than the holy fire, as if even the holy heart was on fire.

Li Hanxue's face turned red instantly, and a strong sense of drunkenness hit his head.

The old man laughed loudly when he saw this: "Really, you have never drank this wine, have you?"

Li Hanxue said: "This is indeed the first time for this junior to drink such a strong wine."

Li Hanxue tried his best to suppress his drunkenness, but the strong alcohol was so powerful that with Li Hanxue's cultivation level, it was difficult to suppress it.

But fortunately, he could still stay awake and not get drunk.

"Senior, who are you? Why do you want to keep me?"

The old man smiled and said, "Me? You can just call me the Fire Monk, but at your age, you probably won't know my name."

"Fire Monk..." Li Hanxue looked confused. He had never heard of this name.

The fire-making monk said: "I smell a very special smell on your body."

"What is the taste?"

"The taste of imperial gold."

Li Hanxue was shocked, "How does this fire monk know that I have Emperor Gold on me?"

The fire-making monk smiled and said: "Boy, don't be nervous, I won't steal your things. Take that thing out and show it to me."

Li Hanxue hesitated for a moment and thought to herself: "This old man's cultivation is unfathomable. I'm afraid I'm no match for him. The immortal black iron was left to me by the master of the palace. Should I hand it over or not?"

When Li Hanxue hesitated, the fire monk said again: "Boy, it's useless for you to keep that immortal black iron. With your cultivation level, you can't refine it into a tool. Your mental power is not weak. But with your cultivation as a ghost master, it’s not enough to forge this immortal black iron.”

"Are you also a weapon refiner?" Li Hanxue asked in surprise.

At this time, Qing Niu, whose head was clear again, said loudly: "Of course, the master is the strongest weapon refiner in Nebula Continent."

"I want you to talk more!" The fire monk hit Qing Niu on the head with a hammer. At this moment, Qing Niu completely fainted and fell to the ground, unable to stand up again.

Li Hanxue was hesitant in his heart, whether he should take out the immortal black iron or not. This matter made him quite embarrassed.

The fire-making monk said: "You give me the immortal black iron, and I can find a way to refine it into a tool for you."

"Is this true?" Li Hanxue said, "Why should I believe you?"

The fire-making monk smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of Oniwu Shengjun?"

"Oniwu Shengjun!" Li Hanxue said in shock, "The number one master in the Oniwu realm, Oniwu Shengjun?"

"It seems that you have some knowledge, yes! It is this person." The fire monk smiled, "The holy sword in this person's hand - the Onimusha True Sword, was refined by me."

Since Li Hanxue left his name on the Shenglong Pillar of Tianwu Sect - Lord Oniwu, he has specially collected a lot of information about another Lord Oniwu.

So he knew that Onimusha Sage was not only the veritable number one master in Nebula Continent, but the holy weapon in his hand - Onimusha True Sword, was also known as the strongest holy weapon. The strength of this sword is not due to the strength of Lord Oniwu, but because of its own strength.

And the power of the Onimusha Lord does not depend on the Onimusha True Sword. His own strength is enough to dominate the Onimus Realm.

The combination of the two, the strongest person with the strongest sword, would be unbeatable across the Onimu Realm and across the nebula.

"Is the Onimusha True Sword really forged by a senior?"

"How can that be false?" The fire-making monk chuckled, "That is one of my most proud masterpieces. It can be said that God used my hands to refine the supreme holy weapon. Even if I am asked to refine it now I can’t even make a real Onimusha sword.”

Then, the fire monk gently swiped the gray hammer in front of Li Hanxue, and thousands of densely packed drawings appeared, with countless veins crisscrossing them. These veins were clearly energy circuits and instrument veins!

The fire-making monk smiled and said, "This is the design I used to refine the Onimusha True Sword."

Li Hanxue is an expert and can tell at a glance that the layout of these energy circuits and veins is unique.

As he watched, he fell into deep thought and entered a dead end that he could not escape from, because these energy circuits were all combined together and turned into an unexplainable contradiction.

The more conflict there is, the more Li Hanxue wants to resolve it. However, the more he wants to resolve it, the more he falls into an inextricable contradiction.

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