Wang Xiu thought.
The Red Sky Sword shot out from the dantian and turned into a bloody stream of light. After circling around the body for a while, it hovered quietly in front of Wang Xiu.
Wang Xiu stretched out his fingers and flicked the sword lightly.
Then dots of consciousness appeared on the two fingers, clamping the sword body, and pressing the fingertips on the original runes of the Red Sky Sword.
He wanted to re-engrav the talisman formation on the sword.
It is not about reforging the Chixiao sword body, so there is no need to smelt it with spiritual flames, just erase the original runes.
But the process isn't easy.
Wang Xiu's two fingers grasped the blade of the sword and drew it inch by inch.
Be extremely careful and cautious.
His mana followed his fingers and poured into the sword like a trickle, erasing the runes that had been imprinted on it without leaving any traces, while ensuring that the sword itself was not harmed.
This is extremely demanding on the practitioner's control.
That is to say, this is the natal flying sword, which is connected with Wang Xiu's mind. In addition, Wang Xiu's spiritual consciousness is stronger than ordinary people, and his perception is superior.
If any of these conditions were changed, the operation would be extremely difficult.
…
Time passed little by little.
As Wang Xiu's fingers crossed, the runes on the sword continued to dim and disappear.
Immediately afterwards.
Even the original aura on the sword dimmed and turned gray.
finally.
Three days later.
All the original runes of the Red Sky Sword have been erased.
The entire sword lost its original luster and lay quietly in Wang Xiu's hand, only trembling slightly from time to time.
"Without the runes, this sword... is not much different from Fan Tie. Only the slightest connection between me and the sword body remains..."
Wang Xiu's face turned slightly pale.
Even though he had done his best, he still inevitably caused some wear and tear on himself.
After all, this is the natal flying sword!
Fortunately, these losses are not serious.
Just meditate for a few days to recover.
A few more days passed.
Wang Xiu opened his eyes again, and his energy returned to its peak.
He looked down at the Chixiao Sword that had lost all its luster, and exhaled a long breath: "Start!"
Wang Xiu raised his hand and made a move.
The Red Sky Sword floated into the air.
Not moving at all.
He stretched out his finger and pointed at a location on the sword.
A divine glow suddenly appeared in that place.
As Wang Xiu's fingers flew through the air.
Shen Xi also kept wandering around, just like a master calligrapher swiping his brush, with dragons and snakes flying, dragons and phoenixes dancing, every stroke was done with utmost freedom and ease, and was completed in one go.
soon.
A dense array of small talismans gradually formed on the body of the Chixiao Sword.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions began to stir, pouring into the sword body.
The Red Sky Sword glowed, and a sharp and sharp aura continued to condense, gradually climbing up, already surpassing the previous level.
"become!"
Wang Xiu scolded lightly, and a mouthful of blood was wrapped in magic power, falling like blood and ink on the sword.
Buzz!
this moment.
The Red Sky Sword's light rose sharply.
The sword roared like a dragon roaring.
…
Within the Blackstone Tribe.
Now there is a wooden house with a painting style that is incompatible with other black houses.
Shi, Ye and the others followed Wang Xiu's teachings and kept observing the pictures in the photo beads, one step at a time.
Gather all the forces.
It took more than half a month.
Finally the first wooden house was built.
"It's not easy..."
Ye wiped the sweat from the top of his head and looked at the crooked but decent house. Recalling his experiences these days, he felt like crying.
Shi Ye had complicated eyes and was filled with emotion.
It seems that the construction of the Prophet is quite simple.
Each step didn't take a lot of time.
Why is it so difficult to get it into their hands?
Not to mention anything else, just how to compact and flatten the soil under the foundation troubled them for several days.
At first they stamped collectively with their feet.
Want to succeed with your own brute strength.
As a result, although the soil was compacted, it was uneven and ugly.
Later, the high priest came up with a way and asked them to move several huge columnar black stones from outside the tribe. Shi and Ye carried them and smashed them on the ground in turn!
It was barely completed.
Then, how to ensure that the wall was perpendicular to the ground, and how to ensure that every pillar was the same length, a series of questions related to magic directly confused their chaotic minds.
Fortunately, under the strong pressure of "if they don't succeed, they will face the wrath of the prophet", their small universe exploded!
Led by the high priest, in just half a month, they held at least dozens of meetings to discuss how to solve the problems at each level!
From the initial torture, they gradually got used to it, and some even fell in love with this process of constantly discovering and solving problems.
They don't know at this moment.
Something called the "Soul of Infrastructure" has taken root in their minds!
…
"Who will live in this house first?"
Suddenly, Ye spoke, and everyone looked at him.
The high priest said: "You two discuss it!"
During this period, Shi and Ye were indeed the ones who contributed the most. Upon hearing this, the other tribe members did not object.
Ye looked at Shi.
Shi opened his mouth. He wanted to argue, but suddenly he remembered the last accident that almost happened. He shook his head and said, "You can live here first. I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait until all the houses in the tribe are replaced first!"
Ye Po was a little surprised, but he was not polite. He pulled his mother-in-law into the house with a smile and closed the door.
It didn't take long.
The sound of the wooden bed creaking came from the house.
However.
at this time.
A terrifying edge of energy spread from the center of the tribe and swept in all directions.
Surrounded by mountains and forests.
The roar of insects and beasts that was faintly visible was now gone and silent!
Everyone's heart palpitated.
I couldn't help but stand on end.
It was as if there were countless sharp knives hanging above his head.
Involuntarily, he knelt down in the direction of the prophet.
Shi Ye's tiger body trembled, and he knelt down with piety on his face. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart...
Prophet, stronger!
Bang!
A loud noise and the sound of the wooden bed falling apart came from the house.
It didn't take long.
Ye walked out with a resentful look on his face.
Shi looked at him in surprise: "Is it done? So fast!"
Ye opened his mouth and drew a few black lines on his forehead: "What a mess, work, I will continue to help you build a house!"
He couldn't tell Shi that he was frightened by the prophet again, could he?
He felt that he must have made the prophet unhappy!
That's why the prophet would do this at critical moments every time!
As punishment!
The question is, Lord Prophet, is this punishment too severe?
If this continues, I will almost have no feelings for the big-assed woman!
Isn’t it okay that I was wrong?
No more fun!
Ye wanted to cry but had no tears. It hurt unspeakably to suppress it!
