The Demon Lord has too many aliases

A sword chant happened to sound.

The molten water in the sword-making pool was rolling, and as the torrential waves of fire danced, a cold light broke through the waves. The sharp sword light split the fire waves in half, with a roaring sound of incomparable anger, like a sword being suppressed in the deep sea. The evil dragon broke free from its chains and was about to fly away.

The sword light filled the entire palace, and the spiritual stones embedded around the sword-making pool were shattered at the same time. The flickering spiritual light of the formation dimmed instantly like a destroyed galaxy.

Chunyu Ying's exclamation was drowned in the sword energy.

Yan Weilou's expression turned cold and he pressed his palm forward.

The invisible realm of heaven and humans stretches out.

The whistling sword energy, the sword light filling the field of vision, the blazing waves of fire, the splashing magma... were all frozen by an invisible force in an instant.

All day long, the palace seemed to be suddenly pulled into a small independent world, cut off from the outside world.

And Yan Weilou is like a god in this small world. He can command the four seasons to change according to his words, change the rules of heaven and earth, and reverse the principle of blocking the sun.

As soon as he thought, it was like going back in time. The whistling sword energy, the thunderous sword light, and even the splashing molten lava and flames all flew back in the opposite direction. Even the man struggling from the sword-making pool The flying Divine Sword of Morning and Evening flew back uncontrollably.

With a "swish" sound, it submerged into the sword-making pool again.

No matter how much this divine sword resists, it is useless.

The entire palace returned to its original calm, as if the scene where the Divine Sword went berserk just now had never happened. It was just the dim light of the formation and the powder of spiritual stones floating in the air that highlighted everything that had happened before.

Phew...Chun Yuying exhaled and wiped the cold sweat from his head: "...Fortunately, you arrived in time.

" Yan Weilou frowned and quickly came to the sword-making pool, first checking on Xing Xinghan's situation.

He was still floating quietly in the sky, his pale face had already turned rosy, his breathing was long and gentle, and his long and thick eyelashes were trembling slightly. He looked as if he was immersed in a sweet dream without any pain.

Yan Weilou also breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked at Chunyu Ying, and said with displeasure: "What's going on?" ...If he hadn't happened to appear, Chunyu Ying obviously couldn't suppress the Chaomu Divine Sword and went berserk, there would have been Yan Weilou simply couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

At this time, the old man no longer had the proud and arrogant attitude before, and his face was a bit annoyed: "I didn't think well before, and I was not prepared enough. I didn't expect that a fake magic weapon could be so ferocious! " Speaking of this, he was a little surprised: "I thought this was an ordinary pseudo-magical weapon, but I don't know if it was the effect of the evil magic. During the days when the boys in the same dormitory influenced each other, he was vaguely born with a little disability. Incomplete spirituality..." It stands to reason that with spirituality one can transform into a divine weapon. If he could witness the birth of a divine weapon with his own eyes, he, the master swordsmith, would be extremely happy. However... Chunyu Ying frowned tightly. : "Just like the birth of a baby, the baby born naturally from the mother's body has three souls and seven souls. This is in line with the Yang-Zhu Dao.

However, like the evil monks who use some secret method to give birth to babies, they are often born with deficient souls and are just evil creatures that violate the principles of heaven and earth and human ethics.

" "——The same is true for this sword.

” This incomplete spirituality was probably aware of the danger just after it was born.

It happened that Chunyu Ying had also reached the last step. As long as he erased this spirit, he was done.

Every creature has the instinct to survive and avoid death. Driven by spirituality, this sword silently endured for several days, and when Chunyu Ying was relaxing, he suddenly took action! Thinking of what happened at that moment, Chunyu Ying couldn't help but feel scared and secretly made up his mind.

This time it was a lesson for him, and he would definitely strengthen the formation of the sword-making pool in the future.

"So, it's almost over?" Yan Weilou stared at the divine sword in the sword-making pool and asked.

Fu Yuying nodded complacently, very satisfied with his results: "All that's left is hard work. As long as the ray of spirituality is wiped out, everything will be done.

"Although the connection between Xu Xinghan and Chaomu Divine Sword cannot be severed, the relationship between them has been completely reversed, and Su Xinghan will become a sword spirit-like existence in Chaomu Divine Sword.

But unlike ordinary sword spirits, he has complete control over this sword.

The Chaomu Divine Sword is just an external puppet body.

Like the Canghai Divine Sword, as long as someone gets it, even if the sword spirit is unwilling, he can forcefully control it with his strength, or even directly erase the sword spirit in it. After thousands of years, a new sword spirit will naturally be born; and Chao Mu But no, without Su Xinghan's permission, even if this sword fell into the hands of others, it would be nothing more than a piece of scrap metal.

After hearing Chunyu Ying's explanation, Yan Weilou stopped asking any more questions and just waited quietly for the work to be completed.

However, Chunyu Ying was still worried about what happened just now, and he felt quite ashamed when facing Yan Weilou.

——He promised with all his heart that nothing would go wrong.

They gathered all the materials, sent the magic weapon to him, even took out treasures such as Xuan Jing and Jade, and fought three heavenly beings on their own. It can be said that they created the safest and best environment for him.

However, he, a confident sword-smithing master, almost failed due to negligence.

If Yan Weilou hadn't come back in time to prevent the divine sword from going on a rampage, it would have been a big deal if he had lost his reputation and killed Su Xinghan.

She felt ashamed in her heart. Even though she had broken the evil practice of sacrificing people to swords and had improved her sword-making skills a lot in the past few months, Chunyu Ying still couldn't be happy.

Yan Weilou saw what he was thinking, and saw that he was always hesitant to speak during this period, as if he wanted to compensate but was unable to do anything. When he opened his mouth again, he casually said: "There is no danger, Chunyu Master, there is no need to feel guilty. Thank you very much for saving Su Xinghan’s life.

It’s only Master Chunyu who is kind to me.

"You can't say that. I also accepted the Xuan Jing Qi Jade. This can be regarded as a deal where everyone gets what he needs."

"Well, if you want to have peace of mind, master, can you cast a magic weapon for me?" "Thinking of some scenes in the memory fragments, Yan Weilou took advantage of the situation and spoke.

Chunyu Ying agreed: "No problem, the mysterious jade given by my friend is more than enough to cast the earth-handled magic weapon.

It just so happens that I also want to test my sword-making skills! Since I am the master of the magic weapon, please give me a name first.

"In the past, he could not guarantee that casting the magic weapon would be successful.

But with his current sword-making skills and enough mysterious jade to be wasted, Chunyu Ying was naturally not worried about not being able to fulfill his promise, and his tone was calm and determined.

"Name..." Yan Weilou pondered for a moment, his eyes passed over the divine sword in the sword-making pool, and gradually fell on the sleeping man in white above.

A smile appeared on his lips.

"Then...let's call him Qianqiu.

""——How can a short day and a dusk be as long as a thousand years? "Chapter 163 Ring of Time (13) Just as Chun Yuying said, when the unnatural spirituality in the Chaomu Divine Sword was completely wiped out, the sword really settled down and no longer absorbed the essence from Su Xinghan. , but began to feed him back.

However, Su Xinghan never woke up.

He was quietly suspended in the illusory spiritual light of the formation. He was dressed in white and had black hair. His once pale and bloodless face was now glowing with a layer of lustrous light. His eyelashes were thick and long, casting a faint shadow on his porcelain white skin. .

It's like falling into a peaceful dream that no one can bear to disturb.

In the gorgeous and hazy aura of the formation, his whole person had an illusory and unreal sense of beauty.

He didn't wake up for a long time.

Chunyu Ying was a little anxious, thinking there was something wrong again, but after taking a closer look, he breathed a sigh of relief: "His strength was consumed too much some time ago, I think he probably injured his origin.

I'm afraid it will take a long time to slowly warm up and recover.

Of course, if you can find special natural materials and treasures, that's fine.

"