I’m Really a Villain

To forge a weapon, the state must be the most important thing for a refiner.

Suddenly, when Shi Jian opened his eyes, he saw a ray of light flashing through his eyes.

A spiritual energy flowed from Shi Jian's body.

"Fire," he said lightly.

The Jiuqu Shenhuo seemed to have sensed something, and it jumped into his palm automatically.

Immediately, the flames began to spread crazily, covering Shi Jian's whole body.

When the nine-curved divine fire was like his limbs and could be driven at will, Shi Jian just raised his right hand.

Lift up the fragments of the True God Sword.

Jiuqu Shenhuo turned into a long dragon and swallowed the five fragments in one gulp.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Recasting the True Excalibur is a very long project.

Especially the True God Sword is more difficult than ordinary weapons.

Shi Jian controlled the temperature of Jiuqu Shenhuo, not too much, not too little.

This is also a test for him to control the flame.

Xu Zimo was not in a hurry, he and Venerable Nu sat in front of the mountain, blowing the bitter wind.

It's autumn, and the maple trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.

A large fiery red maple leaf fell in the air, covering the ground with a thick layer.

"When the sword is refined, you have to leave," Venerable Nu asked.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "There is no point in staying here anymore.

I'm going to find something interesting. "

Venerable Nu raised his right hand and pointed to the distant sky.

The scope of destiny is getting bigger and bigger, and that piece of sky seems to be rendered.

The situation is changing, and the aura storm gathers.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building. Perhaps this time the mountain rain is stronger than any other time.

This will affect the fate of an era in the entire Yuanyang Continent.

"Will you go there?" Venerable Nu said, pointing in the direction of Destiny.

Xu Zimo nodded.

"Be careful, don't capsize the boat in the gutter," Venerable Nu warned.

"No matter when and where, don't forget that you are a student of Tiandao Academy going out."

"How much do you know about the past?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Before? What do you mean?"

"The pioneer of the wild age," Xu Zimo replied.

"You mean the Holy Master?" Venerable Nu was stunned for a moment, then asked.

As we all know, there are three periods in the long history of Yuanyang Continent.

The Age of Myth, the Age of Desolation, and the Age of Emperors.

The Age of Emperors was created by Zhenwu Shengzong.

In the description of history, the beginning of the age of mythology has been blurred, but he ended the doomsday of the gods with the God of War.

And the founder of the wild era is the Holy Master.

The flowers in the Valley of Flowers bloomed and withered, and the man holding the real sword walked out of the Valley of Flowers, creating an era from then on.

He founded the ancient holy court, suppressed one era after another, and finally disappeared into a mystery and disappeared in the fog of history.

The only thing left in the world is the true sword.

I left all the treasures and mysteries in the ancient holy court, and the true sword is the key to there.

Since then, this legend has been spread in Yuanyang Continent.

And the man who grows flowers is also revered as the Holy Lord.

There are many speculations about the identity of the Holy Master in later generations.

Some people say that he is the incarnation of the demon race.

Otherwise, how could the monster race prosper in the wild era, so how could they overwhelm other races.

Some people also said that he is a human being, but the Holy Lord has always been fair and never participated in racial competition.

The great prosperity of the Yaozu has nothing to do with him.

…………

"You are asking the right person," Venerable Nu said with a chuckle.

"For a while, I deliberately studied the history of our Yuanyang Continent.

I have read all the ancient books in the whole academy. "

"Then do you know where the ancient holy court is?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Are you going?" Venerable Nu asked.

Seeing Xu Zimo's nod, Venerable Nu just said, "Although I'm not 100% sure, it's according to my estimation.

The ancient heaven should be in the blood space. "

"Where is the sealed blood beast?" Xu Zimo was stunned for a moment and said.

You must know that if there are no accidents in the current True God Sword, it will definitely be forged.

But he is still not sure about the location of the ancient heaven. After all, he doesn't have much research on the history of the wild era.

"It seems that the Holy Master also has some small plans," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

In the Shixue space, if you want to enter the ancient heaven, you must kill the surrounding Shixue beasts.

You must know that after God of War ended the end of the gods, there were no gods, and this type of blood beast almost ruled the world.

Their strength is self-evident.

Even if it is the seal of the Holy Lord, it will be a matter of time before it is broken.

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At this moment, Shi Jian used the Jiuqu Divine Fire to melt it for nearly seven hours.

The sky above was also getting darker.

The fragments of the true sword began to turn red.

"God Hammer," Shi Jian waved his right hand again, and saw the Supreme Hammer with overwhelming power.

It fell from the sky and landed in his palm.

He picked up the hammer and slammed it hard at the red-hot fragments.

The knocking sound of "boom boom boom" came from above.

Xu Zimo knew that this so-called beating was not intended to change the appearance of the True Excalibur.

Instead, wash away all the lead and recast all the cracks in this fragment, so that it can look brand new.

In the sky, the moonlight is bright and soft.

Autumn nights are cool.

Xu Zimo leaned against the boulder beside him, watching Shi Jian's busy figure.

With a little bit of beating, I saw that after the five fragments were refused, the cracks on them gradually disappeared.

Shi Jian beat for a whole night, and the next day dawned.

Suddenly he saw a fire dragon soaring into the sky, and he yelled softly, "Go to the sword soul!"

The sword soul of the true sword was directly driven into the sword.

Everything has a spirit, and this sword soul is equivalent to a spirit.

The moment the sword soul entered, the sky seemed to sense something.

The sky suddenly changed color with wind and thunder, and piles of dark clouds canceled the original white clouds and blue sky.

A swirl-like black cloud was overhead, slowly turning counterclockwise.

In this vortex, the thunder spread out little by little.

It was gray thunder.

With the breath of destruction and death.

The thunder is condensing a little bit, but from the thunder that spread out, one can feel the amazing power contained in it.

"This is... Dutian Shenlei," Xu Zimo muttered to himself.

You must know that his God of Punishment has three layers.

The strongest layer is Dutian Shenlei.

No one understands the power of this kind of thunder better than him.

"It seems a bit tricky," Xu Zimo said, standing up.

"I heard that this catastrophe is divided into nine levels. I don't know how many levels of catastrophe this time will attract," Venerable Nu also stood up and said.

"Regardless of the level of Heavenly Tribulation, Senior Brother Shi must be protected," Xu Zimo said.

With the fusion of Sword Soul and True Sword.