Watch Out! Danger Ahead

　　The people of the Shenji clan also looked up at the sky, shocked for a long time and couldn't speak.

　　 In front of them, a large area has been vacated.

　　 The place where the body of the dragon was originally placed, only a few marks left when the dragon entangled here, proving what they had created before.

　　 The law of heaven and earth was angered, the thunder formation appeared, and the roof of the cave was humming.

　　 "Qing Xiao——Qing Xiao——"

　　 Within the spirit, there were ecstatic cheers of little golden dragons.

　　 Since it got the dragon inheritance, it has possessed some magical powers that can communicate with Song Qingxiao. At this time, it has a real body, and its joy is unreservedly revealed from the shouts.

　　 "We..." The second elder stared blankly at the open space in front of him, muttering:

　　 "Success?"

　　 "Brother, am I dreaming?"

　　 casting the finishing touch to make it alive and flying, this feat can be said to be the greatest achievement since the inheritance of the Shenji clan.

"it is true!"

　　The big elder smiled on the always serious face:

　　 "We made it! We made it!"

"what!!!"

　　 "Success!"

　　 The moment the rest of the tribe heard his words, it seemed that they were finally convinced of the matter, and they gave out cheers.

　　 This dragon can live, in addition to Song Qing's small material against the sky, and complete, the **** machine family is indispensable.

　　 "We did it!"

The elder 　　 couldn't hide his joy: "Three days! In three days, a true dragon that can fly into the sky was cast!"

　　 "To celebrate! To celebrate!"

　　 Everyone is talking about you and me, and they are all talking about the past few days, trying to share and record the experience of participating in this matter one by one.

　　 Song Qingxiao felt the joy of the little golden dragon, and at the same time, listening to the cheers of the divine machine clan below, he curled his mouth and smiled.

　　 At this moment, a member of the Shenji clan seemed to realize something:

　　 "But unfortunately, our heart of earth fire seems to be gone..."

　　 His words seemed to pour cold water on the enthusiastic tribe, making everyone's originally happy expressions froze, and subconsciously looked at the elder.

In front of the great elder, the purple flames that melted the Heavenly Jade Sword touched the mouth of the bowl, and under the gaze of everyone, they rose into the sky and fell into the simple blue lantern held in Song Qingxiao's hands. .

　　 After losing this flame, the scorching temperature in the center of the earth seems to be gradually cooling.

　　 The magma flowing under the ground seemed to have lost its vitality, and no longer surging as before, as if it was slowly beginning to solidify.

　　 "The heart of earth and fire is the foundation of our divine machine clan——"

　　 The ancestors of the Shenji clan, after searching for some unknown number of years, they found this place.

　　 set up camp here, digging crypts, and digging out caves suitable for the people of the family.

　　 This fire is extremely spiritual and can melt all things, whether it is used to forge refining armor or puppet organ beasts, it is perfect.

　　 It can be said that the fire in the heart of the earth is the source of life of the Shenji clan. Once lost, it will be like being forcibly removed from the backbone of the Shenji clan.

　　 If Song Qingxiao hadn't melted away the fire, I'm afraid the Shenji tribe would have been unable to restrain it and would forcefully grab the source of the fire.

"All right!"

　　 The smile on the face of the Great Elder did not change, and said lightly:

　　 "Our divine machine clan is facing a catastrophe, facing the encirclement and suppression of the martial arts research institute, we can't escape."

　　 He dropped the hammer to the ground, folded his hands on the handle of the hammer:

　　 "This thing outside of the body, if it is not brought by birth or taken away by death, it does not belong to us in the first place, but belongs to the heavens and the earth, and belongs to the laws of nature, but only those who can live."

　　Compared with the worries of the tribe, he seemed particularly calm:

　　 "If our ethnic group is destroyed, who will take the fire source, we can still do it?" After speaking, he said again:

　　 "It might as well be taken by Miss Song."

　　 "What's more, it is not blood, fire, or false name that determines the inheritance of my god-machine clan..." His smile gradually became clean and serious, and he educates his brothers and younger generations:

　　 "It's the will passed down from above, it's the work, it's the technology!"

　　 Everyone was deeply shaken by his words and said nothing, listening to him again:

　　 "Have you heard what Ms. Song said? Even if my divine machine clan is destroyed, but the will is immortal, it can still scare the Martial Arts Research Institute, and it can make us remembered by the sky after a thousand years!"

　　 can also let a girl come here across time and space, ask them to recast the dragon body, and borrow their name.

　　 "As long as there are people remembering us, as long as our technology is still circulating, the divine machine clan will remain forever, that is the kind of fire we really want to keep!"

　　 The voice of the great elder was sonorous and powerful, so that the faces of the people who had been taken away because of the heart of earth fire were ashamed.

"All right……"

The elder 　　 waved his hand, showing fatigue on his face:

　　 "Three days have passed, everyone should go back and have a good rest," he paused, then said nonchalantly:

　　 "I guess, the Budo Academy has been waiting long enough."

　　 "This is our homeland. Our ancestors have lived here for a long time. They will never move away, never retreat, and depend on every member of the tribe to protect it!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

　　 All the clansmen responded loudly, showing fearlessness on their faces, and finally retreated one by one.

　　 Xiaojin suffered the baptism of thunder robbery, and finally turned into a little dragon and returned to Song Qingxiao's side.

　　 Its body is black all over, but the edges of the scale armor are also embossed with gold, and under the aura, it turns into a special striped color, which is very beautiful.

The 　　sacred machine clan recast Xiaojin's body with ingenious workmanship, and then used Song Qingxiao's blood to invigorate it. Even though Xiaojin's body could not be a real flesh and blood body, it had already escaped the flow of ordinary treasures.

　　 The recast dragon body can accommodate more dragon secret methods, and the transformed body is even much stronger than the flesh and blood body.

　　As Xiaojin's strength improves in the future, it will even break through again, feeding back this body, making it advanced to another incredible level.

　　 This stay is a great harvest for Song Qingxiao.

　　 Xiaojin has a body, and it can be regarded as completing Song Qingxiao's heart.

　　 She has stayed here for a long time, ready to embark on her original journey home.

　　 When she left, people from the Shenji clan came to send her off.

　　 is still in front of the palace gate that was hammered that day, the elder's face showed a little hesitation, and finally he said:

　　 "In theory, after finishing casting the dragon, I shouldn't ask for other requirements now..."

　　 His eyes fell on Song Qing's small wrist. The skin on her wrist was delicate, with a black and gold striped dragon on it, like a special and delicate thing.

　　 Song Qingxiao nodded as if he had guessed something, and said:

"You say."

　　 "I don't know if there will be any ethnic group of refining tools in later generations?"

　　 He hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't bear it, and said quietly.

　　 The elder is obviously not good at begging for help. The first time he did such a thing, his expression was a bit unnatural.

　　 Song Qingxiao remembered one thing, took out a piece of white soul jade from Qiankun's bag, and handed it to the elder:

　　 "This thing is a treasure-making experience handed to me by a master of Tianwaitian forge......"

　　 An image of a crazy old man who was **** and clamored to worship her as a teacher appeared in her mind, and said:

　　 "He is the elder of the Bingzang clan, and the most powerful crafting master in the sky."

　　 She hasn't had time to read this experience.

　　 For the process of refining tools and refining medicine, Song Qingxiao had already died.

　　 That Winter Elder was willing to worship her as a teacher during the war, it was purely because the old man did whatever he wanted, and acted on impulse.

　　 In fact, she didn't have the talent in this refining process, and this kind of experience fell into her hands, and it was just wasted.

　　 Now that I leave it to the Great Elder, with the accomplishments, identity, and status of the Shenji clan, I think Elder Winter will not only mind, but will be very happy.

　　 "Bing Zang Family?"

　　The people of the Shenji clan glanced at each other, and then shook their heads, obviously not familiar with this clan.

　　 They didn't know that when the Shenji clan was still there more than a thousand years ago, the world knows the Shenji I clan, and they don't pay attention to other similar families.

　　It wasn't until the Shenji clan was destroyed that other refining devices and other clan rose up one after another.

　　 But the technology was lost. Since then, there will be no such ethnic group that can integrate puppets, formations, and refining methods. It is divided and it is difficult to become a climate.

　　 This time is not the time to care about secular laws.

The elder 　　 did not hesitate to take the soul jade and infused divine consciousness into it. After only watching for a while, he was furious:

　　 "Making a fool!"

　　 He pointed out several obvious mistakes in succession, and squeezed the sledgehammer in his hand-if Elder Winter appeared in front of him at this time, he might be given a heavy hammer.

"Ugh--"

　　 After a long time, he passed it to his younger brothers after reading it.

　　 The second elder frowned, cursing.

　　 Everyone kept shook their heads after reading, sighed:

　　 "After more than a thousand years, this mechanism technique has not fallen to this level..."

　　The Bing Zang family can only refine treasures, but they are also limited to common magic weapons. The loss of many techniques makes them extremely difficult on this road, slowly groping, and even far inferior to their predecessors.

　　 Not only that, but the technique of formation refining is lost, and the technique of making puppets is not even a climate at all. It is hard to hear.

　　 originally thought that the inheritance of the Shenji clan would not decline, until seeing this so-called master's ‘sentiment’, the elder’s eyes showed heartache and loss for the first time.

　　 "Miss Song, you took out the materials and made us fulfill our wish that we could have a masterpiece inherited from the end, which should not bother me anymore. But..."

The elder 　　 gritted his teeth, still saying:

　　 "But I can't let the technology of the Shenji clan be left behind."

　　 At this point, he also took out a package of books wrapped in red monster skin from Qiankun's bag:

　　 "This is the refining, puppet making, and formation experience of my **** machine clan for many years. It is the result of many years of hard work by all my clan."

　　 "The above contains all my ideas and some insights."

　　 Every clan member who has inspiration or refining direction will record them one by one. The above record contains the related records of Chaos Bead.

　　 This is what the Budo Research Institute wants. If the Great Elder handed it over on that day, there might be no subsequent destruction of the door.

　　 But he refused to cooperate with the Budo Research Institute, and he was unwilling to turn his ethnic group's efforts into a kind of transaction, and hand over such a precious thing to such a terrible institution as the Budo Research Institute.

　　 It's just that he didn't want to hand it over that day, and would rather protect it with his life, but at this time, with a begging attitude, he wanted to entrust it to Song Qingxiao.

　　 "I wanted to ruin it, but I couldn't bear it. I have been hesitating until now. I finally waited for your arrival.

　　 Song Qingxiao did not reach out to pick it up, she knew what the old man in front of her meant.

　　 This is not only a love, but also like his dying Tuogu, with a cautious attitude towards this inheritance.

　　 This flimsy book is so significant, she pursed the corner of her mouth:

　　 "Why do you believe me?"

　　 "A good person is a good person."

　　 The Great Elder said lightly.

　　 He has dealt with instruments all his life, is stubborn and conservative, and has a tough temper.

　　 When interacting with people, he doesn't look at people's status, status, or cultivation level, but only looks at the closeness of the eye.

　　 "I want to believe you."

　　 "But I am not good at refining tools..."

　　 Song Qing said quietly.

The elder 　　 smiled, diminishing the sadness in his eyes:

　　 "I see it."

　　 The crude refining technique of the Heavenly Jade Sword has already seen that she is not good at refining artifacts.

　　 "When you give something to you, it's up to you. You can take a look at it in your free time or give it away. It's fine."

　　 Song Qingxiao nodded after hearing this, and solemnly accepted the pamphlet.

　　 "Don't worry about the great elder." She looked into the eyes of the great elder, and said seriously:

　　 "I will hand it into the hands of a suitable person. One day, the inheritance of the Shenji family will reappear this star field!"

　　 Her tone is extremely weak, but the elder who knows her strength does not doubt the truth or falsehood of her words.

　　 Everyone was happy and nodded.

Song Qing's small body returned to the orbit of time and space, and disappeared without a trace, just like when she came. Worried Road:

　　 "Brother, can this experience really be passed on?" After he finished speaking, he muttered: "I also wrote down some of my unrealized ideas. I hope that one day, someone will realize it for me..."

"can."

Elder 　　 gritted his teeth and nodded heavily:

　　 "This inheritance is like a seed. Borrowing from the hands of Miss Song, it will eventually fall into the hands of suitable people."

　　 That experience is like a dandelion. As Song Qingxiao spends time, it will eventually take root in more than a thousand years.

　　 "The **** machine clan will surely reappear brilliantly! The Budo Academy can kill our flesh, but it can never kill our will!"

　　 The great elder said this, and yelled at the hammer:

　　 "Little ones! I have sent away the guests, ready to welcome our battle!!!"

"Roar!!!"

　　……

　　 Song Qingxiao embarked on the way home, this time she did not stop for other things.

　　 As time passed, she quickly returned to her unborn time and saw her parents when she was young.

　　 When I came back upstream, I saw only the good side.

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