Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

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

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

The disciples of Jianchi Palace were all in a state of enlightenment. The Art of War had a great impact on them, and it even allowed them to see a brand new path full of hope.

Because each of them owns their own sword, they live by the sword and are accompanied by the sword. The sword gives them hope of practice and gives them 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 spirit and a soul. Otherwise, it would be impossible to die and forge the sword bell, making the sword bell a masterpiece. The treasure is in this situation.

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

They eagerly observe the movement of the scriptures, hoping to reflect their own bodies and realize the transformation of spiritual practice.

The world was quiet and calm, except for the majestic roar of the sword bells and bells. The surface of the Jianchi Lake was dripping with light, like boiling water, with water droplets beating endlessly.

There is a unique Tao Yun drawn by Anle's sermon, hanging down from a height of ten thousand feet, and smearing on the surface of Jianchi Lake like mist.

This is an overall improvement, and everyone benefits from it and opens up new insights into spiritual practice.

Even the happiness of preaching is very rewarding. In the process of teaching others, it is actually a process of perfecting and completing one's own teachings.

This is the case this time. In the process of teaching the Dharma, I sorted out my own shortcomings and perfected the practice method.

It is during this process of physical training that one can successfully reach the eight realms of perfection.

The sword energy rose from the ground and surged around him, containing a unique sword intent that was sharp, sharp, and proud!

This is the sword intention that is unique to sword cultivators. Sword intention is also a kind of will of heaven and earth and is a manifestation of Tao. The eight realms are the beginning of understanding the will of heaven and earth and the Tao.

In addition, there is still room for the will of heaven and earth to realize peace and happiness...

Silver splendid space seals intertwined and floated around his body, helping to promote the aura of peace and happiness to become more and more perfect, pushing him towards the realm of the pinnacle of the physical body.

The nine realms of body training are the ultimate peak. The will of heaven and earth is used to bless one's body, which is the ultimate peak.

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

This is the culmination of a physical body reaching physical mortal form.

In fact, it is not only the disciples of Jianchi Palace who have gained something, but also the higher-ups of Jianchi Palace, some senior swordsmiths, who have gained even more.

Compared with the disciples of Jianchi Palace, swordsmiths are a major feature of Jianchi Palace. They regard swords as their life, and forging an extraordinary sword is their ideal.

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

The emergence of the Art of War made their eyes shine, and they seemed to see a path that suited them extremely well.

Master Wang Yansheng's eyes tightened, and there was light flowing deep in the boy's hole. His soul suffered a heavy blow and was greatly touched. Every inch of flesh and blood cells in his body were trembling!

"Rongbing...Rongbing..."

Master Wang Yansheng murmured. At this moment, his mind was shaken and he had great insights.

Around him, there were many sword auras lingering. The sword aura surged and exploded like a fountain, then turned into blooming flowers, dazzling and dreamlike.

Clang!

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

Now, the iron sword vibrates, and sword energy flows from it like condensed incense. The sword has spirit and is connected with Wang Yansheng's mind. It seems to be telling something and carrying determination.

The iron sword flew through the air and floated in front of Wang Yansheng. The sword hair was flying like frost and snow. He stared at the iron sword with lightning in his eyes: "Old man, do you also want to merge with me?"

"After accompanying you for a long time, in this era of declining spiritual practice, I gradually feel powerless and helpless. I am unable to break the barriers. I may end up regretting it. After a few years, the iron sword will rust and be buried among the withered bones... You don't want this to be like this."

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

Wang Yansheng murmured softly.

Buzz——

The sword's chant became more and more brilliant, and one could even feel the joy in it. This sword was joyful because Wang Yansheng understood it.

"Can the method of melting weapons... really help me to break through the obstacles that have hindered countless practicing geniuses? Even a genius like Zhao Huangting who has amazed the whole world is hated because of this. Can I... really succeed? "

Wang Yansheng looked at the iron sword that was trembling and groaning softly from its blade.

There was a bit of doubt and a bit of confusion in his eyes.

But Anle's Fusion of Military Art did open up new ideas for him, giving him a new hope for breaking down barriers.

Suddenly, Wang Yansheng's eyes condensed, and a touch of determination appeared, like a spring thunder flashing behind the clouds.

"Since there was no hope, but now that we have seen hope, why should we shrink back and hesitate? The Art of War... This is the most suitable method for Jianchi Palace and the most suitable method for swordsmiths! Because only casting can Sword masters know weapons best!”

Wang Yansheng's thoughts cleared up, and he suddenly felt extremely smooth all over his body.

He raised his head and looked at An Le, who had golden energy and blood turned into a flame python. The route the python was traveling was actually the route of Fusion Art of War.

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

Sword Qi and Qi and blood blended together, making a hissing sound when they collided with each other. Sword Qi and Qi and blood were obviously incompatible, and they collided with each other, just like hot oil hitting boiling water, making a crackling sound.

An Le's eyes swept over and he immediately sensed this scene. He was still a little surprised that Wang Yansheng, who had the highest level of cultivation, chose the Fusion of War strategy first, because shouldn't the higher the level of cultivation, the more cautious?

Moreover, if you have a high level of cultivation and your own practice has become a system, there is actually a great risk in trying to change to a new practice method.

However, Wang Yansheng didn't say anything, he believed in Anle and directly chose the Art of War.

In other words, he believed in the iron sword, the sword that kept him company.

Anle's eyes were focused, his expression was solemn, he opened and closed his mouth, and he told the details about the Rong Art of War very clearly, describing every point in detail.

At this moment, although the disciples of Jianchi Palace were shocked, they all temporarily stopped practicing the art of merging weapons. They no longer thought about whether to change the practice method, and watched Master Wang Yansheng's act of merging weapons.

Su Muzhe and Wan Jieliu's expressions changed slightly, with complicated expressions.

"Is it too risky for Master Wang to make this choice? Anle just talked about the art of merging weapons. Maybe he should study it thoroughly before proceeding with merging weapons..."

Su Muzhe said softly, frowning slightly.

Wan Jie Liu's palm rested on the sword Xiliu. This sword, which had been with him for a long time, was vibrating slightly at the resonance of Rong's Art of War and groaned softly.

"Teacher... probably in order to prevent the absolute determination and momentum in his heart from extinguishing. The teacher's training has already reached the nine realms of perfection. However, he once said that it is difficult to break through the ten realms and you can't see anything. hope.”

"And today, I got a glimpse of hope after being reminded by Mr. An's Fusion Art of War. Therefore, I plan to take advantage of this surge of momentum to completely break through the barriers. This feeling is like an epiphany. If you seize it, you will have a huge opportunity. If you miss it, , it can only become a lifelong regret. The teacher didn’t want to regret it, so he chose to rush.”

Wan Jieliu has practiced sword making with Wang Yansheng for many years, and has a very deep understanding of Wang Yansheng.

What he said made Su Muzhe couldn't help but nod. It was obvious that Su Muzhe also thought so.

However, it is really unknown whether it will succeed.

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

Lu Yishan was sitting in the wheelchair, feeling the surging sword energy, looking at Wang Yan's rising energy and blood, and her desperate determination, his eyes were slightly bright with a touch of hope.

Can it succeed?

He knows very well that if a brand new Ten Realm statue can be born, how much help it will be to the current Anle forces and how much pressure it can relieve!

But as an attempter himself to attack the ten realms, he knew very well how difficult this process was.

An Le's art of war inspired Wang Yansheng, giving the world's best swordsmith the spirit and drive to attack the ten realms, but... even Lu Yishan couldn't give an accurate answer as to whether he could succeed.

The Art of War actually inspired Lu Yishan a lot, but it was actually not the same as Lu Yishan's Tao.

He is not a master swordsmith who is infatuated with swords. He does not even have a weapon of his own.

Stargazing chart?

He had just acquired this star-gazing chart. Not to mention the quality of the star-gazing chart itself, just the fact that there was An Le's soul in the star-gazing chart, and An-le was also the controller, it was destined that this treasure would be impossible. As a treasure of melting weapons.

This is completely different from the Mountain and River Cauldron.

Lu Yishan raised his hand and tapped the void, as if wisps of starlight were lighting up on his fingertips, brightening the surrounding area, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gathered faster and faster.

What Lu Yishan can do is to gather enough spiritual energy of heaven and earth for the practitioners of Jianchi Palace, the lucky ones who have gained enlightenment, so that they can break through without any worries, break down the barriers, and start towards a more spacious path of cultivation. charge!

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Wang Yansheng's energy and blood intertwined, like blood-colored dragons surging out. He jumped up, his energy and blood intertwined, and landed on Jianchi Lake. Although the water of Jianchi Lake looked boiling, it still exuded... Extremely cold, extremely cold.

This is the pool water used to temper swords. It cannot be boiling hot. It is precisely because of this cold water that many legendary swords have been forged.

The iron sword flew across the sky, its body trembling constantly.

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

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

However, before he can run the complete scripture, he must first break his own body training method, leaving only the tyrannical energy and blood in 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 big thing or a small matter. The main thing is the quality of the method.

If the rank of the method is not high, you will only lose some Qi and blood after changing to practice. However, if the level of the method is extremely high, and your own Qi and blood are not enough to replenish after changing to practice, it will bring a crisis, but the same crisis is also Opportunity, if enough energy and blood can be filled, will naturally represent an improvement in cultivation.

"Anle, I want to cut off the old method."

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

Many people listened, and their faces changed slightly, and their faces became extremely solemn, watching and observing.

Anle's eyebrows shone brightly, and her soul jumped out, entwining the vision of the long river of time.

boom!

A huge iron hammer rose up in the sky. The iron hammer was completely intertwined with energy and blood, forming a strange and mysterious operation route!

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

Lu Yishan watched and recognized the giant hammer phenomenon at a glance.

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

At this moment, the sledgehammer may have sensed that it was about to be shattered. At this moment, the densely intertwined qi and blood vibrated and boiled. With a bang, it was as if an invisible being held the sledgehammer and smashed it down on Wang Yansheng's body.

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

"Crush!"

Wang Yanshengshuang's hair was like a sword, and his eyes were filled with electricity. His whole body was glowing golden like the blazing sun. The iron sword suspended in front of him was clanging, and his world-shattering killing energy burst out.

Under the control of Wang Yansheng's mind, the iron sword shot out, and the sword energy was like a vast sea of ​​blankets, colliding with the Qi and Blood Tyrant Hammer!

The collision of the sword and hammer caused the sound of metal collision to resound in the vast world. The clanging sound was endless. The waves formed spread and hit the sword bell, causing the sword bell to chime and emit bell waves!

The desperate iron sword is like the sword in the hands of an old general on the battlefield, constantly swinging it to kill the enemy.

The sledgehammer seemed to be bleeding. The intertwined qi and blood were cut off, and the circulation route left by the old scriptures was cut off. The sledgehammer soon collapsed. It could no longer maintain the image of the sledgehammer. It collapsed suddenly and turned into a vast ocean. The ocean of Qi and blood split, and a mountain of Qi and blood rose up.

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

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

The choice of practice method in the six realms will accompany the practitioner throughout his life. Once he wants to change it, he must cut off his own method and condense a new method just like today!

However, the iron sword that cut off the sledgehammer was now covered with cracks, and the dense cracks spread like a spider web.

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

An Le sits cross-legged in the air, dressed in white as snow, reciting scripture lines.

Wang Yansheng immediately followed An Le's description and lecture, drawing the energy and blood back into his body, while the iron sword was placed in front of the body, enduring the erosion of energy and blood!

boom!

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, the iron sword burst into pieces 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 look of surprise in his eyes.

Wouldn't it be a joke if the weapons that were to be fused into the body were broken and there were no weapons left to fuse?

Lu Yishan's eyes were condensed, with a hint of loss and regret. When he saw Wang Yansheng, who was desperate, seeming to fall on the road to the ten realms, he also felt a touch of sadness in his heart. Isn't it okay?

Su Muzhe and Wanjie Liu had already lost their souls, and their bodies and minds were trembling with fear.

If Wang Yansheng failed in the Art of War and his cultivation eventually collapsed and even fell, then Jianchi Palace would not only lose a strong man who was in charge, but also a pillar of its soul!

The world's best swordsmith who can forge a first-class sword!

This loss is something that the declining Jianchi Palace cannot bear!

Moreover, once the Rong Art of War failed on Wang Yansheng, it would have a huge impact on the disciples in Jianchi Palace, and even hit their self-confidence, causing them to lose faith in the success and transformation of the Rong Art of War.

It may even make them lose confidence in happiness.

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

The atmosphere in the entire Jianchi Palace became tense. In the sky, black clouds rolled in, threatening to overwhelm the city. It was extremely depressing and made people feel suffocated.

Anle's face was solemn, and he was thinking about countermeasures in his mind. He was the one who invented the Art of War, and he should also think of a solution to this situation.

Anle really didn't expect that this kind of integrated weapon would break... After all, it was impossible for the Mountain and River Cauldron to break. As the highest quality treasure in the world, the material was even stronger than the iron from meteorites, so naturally such a situation would not happen.

"How about that?"

Anle stared, her thoughts swirling like a storm.

On the other side, Master Wang was very calm. Although the collapse of the iron sword affected his mood a little, which was unexpected, he was still very indifferent. So what if he failed?

He is just one of the many practitioners who failed to attack the ten realms.

However, at least he had rushed through, tried his best, even cut off his own reasons to practice the law, and put up a fight!

The Qi and blood surged, and the broken iron sword kept circling as it was washed away by the Qi and blood. The Qi and blood ocean and the Qi and blood mountains felt like they were collapsing out of control. That was because they lacked the stability of the iron sword, which needed to be integrated into the weapon. Unrest occurred.

After the collapse, the energy and blood will overflow between heaven and earth and return to heaven and earth, which is equivalent to a body's cultivation overflowing into nothingness, a bit similar to Bingjie.

With luck, Wang Yansheng will not die, at least his soul still exists.

But at worst, it is also possible that the physical body will be exploded by the soul, and finally die and wither!

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

"it's over."

Wang Yansheng murmured softly.

He stared at the fragments of the iron sword that were drifting with the current, undulating under the wash of blood... Suddenly, he was stunned.

Qi and blood are like fire, broken swords are like iron, and the flames burn the iron, as if it is floating in a sword-making furnace.

This scene... inspired him.

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

Qi and blood turn into a furnace, and the broken sword is reforged!

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 roar, his head was filled with anger, his brows were shining brightly, and his soul jumped out. The small Wang Yansheng soul was equally angry and rushed towards the churning blood without looking back.

The Yuan Shen jumped out, threw himself into the qi and blood, and began to control the qi and blood. Suddenly, the ocean of qi and blood and the blood mountain began to transform, forming a melting pot!

Qi and blood are like fire, roaring and burning!

The rays of the soul emerged from it, and the broken sword was poured into it. It rolled in the sea of ​​fire, began to turn red, and began to soften and flow out of metallic liquid.

Wang Yansheng's move suddenly shocked everyone.

An Le's eyes brightened, and he understood Wang Yansheng's plan. He planned to use Qi and blood as a furnace to re-forge the iron sword, and even improve the grade of the iron sword. And because it was forged with Qi and blood, the iron sword would be very similar to his own. With the combination, there will be no obstacles to the operation of the method of merging weapons!

At this moment, even Anle couldn't help but admire in his heart, people in this world should not be underestimated.

At the moment when the iron sword broke, Anle never thought of a solution, but senior Wang Yansheng used his own courage to directly sacrifice his soul. The soul went into the sea of ​​fire and chose to recast the broken sword!

Anle raised his hand and placed it between his brows, his soul trembling. He led the two mountain and river cauldrons and moved them out laterally, sitting on top of the formed Qi and blood oven. The mountain and river cauldron hung down with the breath of the mountains and rivers, and a scroll of mountains and rivers unfolded, stabilizing the oven!

Of course, after doing this, Anle stood up from the void. He clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and began to push his fist horizontally in the void.

Winter winter winter!

When the fist was punched out, the space rippled slightly, like the sound of war drums beating and exploding on the ancient battlefield between gods and demons.

Many people looked at this scene with confusion, unable to understand Anle's state of mind while boxing.

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At the edge of Jianchi Lake, everyone's expressions changed, their expressions were a little grim, and they were worried.

"You worked so hard that even the soul jumped out and threw it into the furnace. Once you fail, the soul will inevitably be destroyed together. When the physical body and soul die, you will truly die." Su Muzhe took a deep breath, she was very Worried, I think Wang Yansheng is too decisive.

The sword palace between Su Mu's eyebrows was trembling, but he 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. He prayed that the teacher could succeed, break through the barriers, and find a startling path.

On the side of Wanjie Liu were Li Qingchuan and Yuan Meng's Prince Consort Lin.

However, the two of them did not have high hopes for Wang Yansheng's reforging of the broken sword and integrating it into his body.

"The conditions are too harsh. Using energy and blood as a furnace to melt old soldiers and forge new ones is a huge gamble. Moreover, it is different from the real sword forging. It can even be said to be the complete opposite." Li Qingchuan As a Taoist from the Tianshi Mansion, he still had some discernment, so he couldn't help but speak in a deep voice.

"To forge a weapon in reality is to hold the hammer of reality in your hand. What is tested is the physical body and the control of the physical power. Through thousands of hammer blows, extraordinary weapons are forged."

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

Li Qingchuan really didn't have any hope and felt that the possibility of failure was too high.

The entire Jianchi Palace was caught in this tense atmosphere.

Everyone was watching and watching as this sudden eruption turned into a life and death crisis.

If even Master Wang Yansheng failed to merge the troops, it means that this practice method... is too harsh. Perhaps only a peerless genius like An Le can succeed, and then they will naturally lose the confidence to change their practice.

Lu Yishan naturally knew that for Jianchi Palace, this kind of spreading emotion was like a taut bow string, and there was a risk of breaking if he was not careful.

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

The broken sword is recast in a furnace with energy and blood, what a majestic spirit!

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 wants to compete with the Lord of Heaven!

What Lu Yishan can do is to manipulate the star formation covering the entire Jinguan City with the star chart, and pull in the spiritual energy that is like the Milky Way, with all his meager strength!

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The Qi and Blood Furnace stands across the sky above Jianchi Lake, and the flames burning the Qi and Blood inside are as red as red blood and extremely hot.

However, Wang Yansheng's face was very ugly. He used the soul as a hammer to break the sword and recast the broken sword... This was something he had never done before. During each beating, the soul would be integrated into it. .

Therefore, during this process, the soul will become weaker and weaker.

At this moment, his soul began to weaken. For the best swordsmith in the world, even if he was not good at it, even if he rarely used his soul to beat the swords, he quickly mastered the trick after experiencing the initial discomfort. , extremely familiar.

But he couldn't stop the exhaustion of his soul.

The power of the soul is integrated into the broken sword in the oven, and you can vaguely see the reshaped sword embryo of the broken sword. A mysterious force is bursting out, roaring and turbulent!

Wang Yansheng was excited, but also desperate.

Because he felt that the soul was unsustainable!

winter! winter! winter!

Suddenly, like the sound of war drums resounding on the battlefield between gods and demons, it broke through the barriers of space and entered the oven. Wang Yansheng's weakened soul power beat along with the sound of the war drums, as if in the dark. Received the blessing of a resonance power!

"this……"

"Easy!"

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

In the sky above Jianchi Lake, Anle's blood and energy surged all over his body. The golden energy and blood was like a python roaring, wrapped around his arms. Every time he swung his fists and punched, the space would vibrate, causing ripples in the space he hit!

"Senior, do you still remember when you and I made the sword together and returned home? That time you helped me, today... I help you!"

"In the past, I helped my swallows return to their nests. Today, I help you ascend to the top of the clouds!"

Anle's tongue blooms and Chunlei's spirit becomes more and more powerful.

The eight-level perfect body is fully activated, the energy and blood are like huge waves, making a deafening roar, performing martial arts in the void, striking out with free hands, and the space is vibrating!

Wave-like spatial fluctuations slapped on the oven, causing the oven to tremble. Wang Yansheng's spirit inside was so sophisticated. As a top swordsmith, he was so good at seizing opportunities!

At this moment, Anle is like a master who is forging swords, beating the sledgehammer next to him, and the sound of the hammer helps drive the rhythm!

It seems like a reversal of fate and a reversal of time!

A scene that happened once happened again tonight!

With an excitement that makes people’s blood boil and their veins surge!

Many swordsmiths present had seen the scene before, and at this moment, they suddenly felt like they had seen it before!

At this moment, a fire seems to be ignited in everyone's body, and the blood is surging!

Maybe, it can really be done? !

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When Wang Yansheng, the best swordsmith in the world, chose to turn his energy and blood into a furnace, reforge the broken sword, and merge the weapon into his body.

The vision came directly from the Jianchi Palace, breaking through the clouds and pouring into the sky!

It was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years erupted, with fire flowing into the sky, and the whole world was attracted by it!

At this moment, many top experts felt something.

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In the northern part of the Yuan-Meng Empire, the grasslands are vast, but in the depths of the grasslands, there is a desolation. There are huge cracks and ravines across it, and red fire slurry gushes out of it, like a disaster flowing from the abyss that burns the world. The fire of disaster.

And within such a terrifying fire slurry, there is a burly figure with flying black hair, and his body is covered with muscles like a horned dragon. The deltoid muscles on his back are extremely terrifying, like a rock, containing explosive power.

With one step forward, countless fire slurries were suppressed.

Taking another step, straight into the sky, stepping onto the sea of ​​clouds, looking towards the direction of Jianchi Palace.

"Qi and blood turn into an oven, Yuan Shen joins in, and the broken sword is recast?!"

"Wonderful Wang Yansheng, what kind of weapon are you planning to forge? A sword that is a treasure?!"

"Worthy of being the best swordsmith in the world, I, King Yangzhai, approves it. Unfortunately, this move is too crazy and is destined to fail."

The figure was extremely burly and his eyes were bright, but he murmured that he was not optimistic.

This person is the second ten-level strongman in the Yuanmeng Empire after Emperor Yuanmeng. He is also a strongman who is famous for his ability to cast weapons. 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!

There is no most precious sword in this world, not in ancient times and not in this era.

King Yangzhai will be an unprecedented swordsmith 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 vibrating, causing King Yangzhai to step out of the place where the weapons were made and look over.

"Forging a soldier with one's own body? Let's see... who among you and me can succeed, and who will be the best swordsmith in the world!"

King Yangzhai's black hair was flying, and the corner of his mouth raised a cold smile.

Qi and blood spurted out, turning into a bloody meteor, falling again, and fell hard into the Great Rift Valley.

Within the rift valley, fire slurry was flowing, sparks were flying, and heat waves were rolling.

King Yangzhai's bronze skin was covered with beads of sweat. He held a black ice hammer in his hand and used a strange stone from heaven and earth as a platform to beat a sword embryo!

Clang clang clang!

In the Great Rift Valley, the sound of beatings exploded.

By the Jianchi Lake, the sound of war drums roared!

The two clashed across the air.

However, Master Wang Yansheng knew nothing about this confrontation at the level of weapon casting, and neither did Anle!

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Qingcheng Mountain, Zhenwu Temple!

There is a Taoist standing among the sea of ​​clouds, squinting his eyes slightly. The cranes in the mountains are singing together, and there is a fairy light shining, as if there is a magic weapon endowed with flowing light.

Below the Taoist, there are figures lingering with fairy aura, standing with icy flesh and jade bones. They are the geniuses of the ancient White Tiger Immortal family such as Hu Tian and Hu Yue who escaped from the tomb of the First Emperor.

They knew that in the vast human world, only the Zhenwu Temple could take them in, and only the Zhenwu Temple could open the Heavenly Gate and communicate with the Immortal Ancient Family, so they came and waited here to be welcomed.

"People have energy, the army has power, and the country has destiny... The strong have the right."

"Wang Yansheng turned into a furnace and forged a sword... Is this the act of sacrificing one's life to become a benevolent man and breaking through the ten realms by using a desperate situation to forge a soldier?"

The Taoist sat on the top of the mountain with his eyes deep and brilliant.

He is not the master of Zhenwu Temple, but he is still the legacy of Zhenwu Temple left in the world, a Taoist of the Ten Realms.

Zhenwu Temple is different from Tianshi Mansion. The only heritage of Tianshi Mansion is the old Tianshi. However, Zhenwu Temple is backed by Tianmen and connected to the heavenly world, so its heritage is naturally profound.

When the Master of Zhenwu Temple entered the Tomb of the First Emperor, the Taoist had already woken up. When Hou Hutian, Hu Yue and other descendants of the Xiangu family who escaped from the Tomb of the First Emperor came to Qingcheng Mountain, he was the one who led them up the mountain.

"Senior, when will the Heavenly Gate open? Will the Immortal Ancient White Tiger Family... respond?"

Hutian looked at Taoist Qingyun, his ice muscles and jade bones were glowing, but anxiety appeared on his face, and he asked.

The Taoist's face was pale and he said calmly: "Don't worry, the Tomb of the First Emperor has banned Emperor Yuanmeng and many other ten realms... There will be great changes in the world, there will be great changes in fortune, and the gate of heaven... will be opened."

"As for the Immortal Ancient Family, they have already responded, and the Immortal Edict will be issued soon. Just wait and see."

Taoist Qingyun smiled indifferently, but he did not show much disdain for the descendants of the Immortal White Tiger Family such as Hu Tian and Hu Yue, but he was not too enthusiastic either.

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

Since Emperor Yuanmeng broke through the Double Ten Realm, the depletion of cultivation in the world has intensified. In the past five hundred years, no one in the Ten Realm has been born. Even those who are talented evildoers have died in despair because they were unable to break through the barrier.

Now, is Wang Yansheng planning to break through the ten realms?

Taoist Qingyun was very curious.

If Wang Yansheng really sets foot in the Ten Realms...

That means that the situation in the world will change dramatically!

…

…

At this moment, there were too many powerful people paying attention to the situation in Jianchi Palace.

The firelight illuminated the sky, causing the heaven and earth to undergo strange phenomena and change their colors. This scene naturally attracted the attention of many powerful people, and they were able to catch a glimpse of the changes, even Duan Tianyu, the leader of the Star Reaching Sect whose soul was beheaded by An Le , all looked solemn, guessing the changes in the direction of Jianchi Palace.

Such powerful energy and blood was pouring out. It was undoubtedly a nine-level perfection that was burning itself and living towards death!

Qi and blood are transformed into a furnace to forge weapons. The only person in the Jianchi Palace who can do this feat is Wang Yansheng!

Therefore, many people are speculating that Wang Yansheng cannot make such a risky move for no reason...

Could it be that... he wants to attack the ten realms?

Complete a feat that no one has achieved in five hundred years? !

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By Jianchi Lake.

Wang Yansheng's soul was extremely close to being exhausted, but Anle Qi and blood were surging, and he performed martial arts in the void, pushing horizontal punches, void hands, etc., shaking the space, echoing the beating of the sword embryo in the oven!

when--

Sparks flew everywhere, and even the soul's light rained down brilliantly.

The burning fire splattered like blood.

"No...it still doesn't work!"

Within the furnace of energy and blood, Wang Yansheng's soul was extremely ethereal and almost disappeared without a trace. However, his face showed sadness and he felt like he was about to fail.

He knew that his soul was exhausted and he could no longer carry the sword to reforge it, and he could no longer melt weapons!

Turning into an oven is indeed too dangerous...

Wang Yansheng exhaled a breath of turbid air and shook his head with a wry smile. He looked at the blood that was still erupting in the air. He punched the war drum that sounded like a twilight drum and a morning bell, hoping to help him complete the final sword casting!

"Anle, failed...stop."

Wang Yansheng said softly.

However, Anle did not stop. He was sweating like rain, and the golden blood ignited flames, covering his whole body. Every punch and every move made made the space tremble!

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

"Peace."

Wang Yansheng raised his voice.

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

However, Anle's energy and blood roared, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Yansheng: "Senior, it's not over yet!"

"Believe me!"

There seemed to be electric light flowing in Anle's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

Wang Yansheng was stunned and stared at Anle. He saw the light in Anle's eyes, that stubbornness, that unyieldingness, that fighting spirit that would always raise its head.

The sky falls on the earth, and the rules suppress the earth.

The top of a person’s head is heaven and destiny.

If you lower your head, you are a mortal, if you raise your head... you are a sword cultivator!

With unyielding will and arrogance, I can meet the Sword Immortal!

Wang Yansheng suddenly laughed heartily. Anyway, we have reached this stage and there is no regret medicine anymore. In this case... then I hope there will be no regrets.

Even if fate is crushing you, you must still raise your head!

"Anle! I believe in you!"

Wang Yansheng laughed, and his thin Yuan Shen suddenly opened his hands, allowing the sea of ​​fire in the surrounding Qi and Blood Furnace to engulf him, completely engulfing his Yuan Shen!

At this moment, Wang Yansheng chose to believe in Anle and threw his soul into the oven!

The soul is integrated into the sword!

Recast!

boom!

!

Wang Yansheng's soul was completely engulfed by the sea of ​​fire, and the furnace of energy and blood trembled, bursting out with terrifying oppression. This pressure was like the world collapsing.

Anle raised his head and seemed to see intertwined rules falling down, flying like shackles!

Anle's black hair was flying, her eyes were bright, and she clenched her fists with her ten fingers!

The void armor manifested, the brilliant silver light was dazzling, and the space jump was performed. Anle's body disappeared instantly and reappeared, already at the side of the sword bell.

The sword bell was suspended on the bell stand. Anle's clenched fist, burning with golden blood flames, punched the sword bell hard!

The bell wave trembled and let out a long cry. Like the waves of the vast sea, the bell wave instantly hit the furnace of Qi and blood!

Inside the oven, the brilliant sound of beating resounded again!

when--!

The sound tears apart the sky and breaks away the cloud waves!

The splendid light rain of the soul lingered around the reforged sword embryo. Finally, the reforged sword embryo was completely formed!

A slightly fluctuating breath between the first-grade sword and the treasure began to spread quietly!

With a clatter, regular chains fell down and entangled the sword embryo.

The sword embryo's breath was a little short of the treasure, but... enough!

"Integrate the weapon into your body, you are the master of the weapon!"

Anle's figure flashed again, and he moved horizontally to the sky above the Jianchi Lake in a space jump, and spoke in a deep voice.

The running scripture route of the Fusion of the Weaponry was recited from his mouth again.

In the dark, a will emerged, the blood furnace disintegrated, the sword embryo was suspended, and the blood washed over the sword embryo, and they all flowed into Wang Yansheng's body!

Wang Yansheng raised his right arm, and the right arm bone was shining, and then absorbed the sword embryo and swallowed it into it, and the sword embryo and the arm bone merged into one!

Wang Yansheng's body roared, and his tendons, bones, meridians, and membranes all trembled at this moment

!

The blood is baptizing, strengthening the body, and merging with the forged sword!

The physique began to grow stronger, and the bottleneck of the perfect ninth level of body forging... began to loosen at this moment!

At the same time, Wang Yansheng, who closed his eyes, also returned. He had no soul. His soul was integrated into the master of the weapon, and he was left with only a pure body!

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

Wang Yansheng... was going to truly step into the tenth level!

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Yansheng laughed endlessly, his eyes full of emotion. When the soul jumped into the fire, at that moment, he understood a truth, and his soul was sublimated.

Destiny is above, look up!

Jie Jie is proud and gets to see the sword fairy!

"Tenth level! Break it for me!"

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