The three of them searched the iron shop for half an hour, but found nothing except some cast iron furnaces, blowers and some half-forged swords and weapons.
This made Qingyang a little disappointed. Although he was just trying his luck when he came, he still couldn't help but feel discouraged.
Qingyang was unwilling to give in, and searched the entire iron shop carefully, even splitting open the blower and overturning the cast iron furnace to see if there was anything hidden inside.
But still found nothing.
This made Qingyang extremely depressed. He angrily kicked out a half-forged weapon to vent his depression. Unexpectedly, as he was kicking, he suddenly heard a "puff". The iron sword, which was half full of iron rods, was accidentally kicked by Qingyang to a wall inside the iron shop and stuck straight in.
Hearing this sound, Qingyang couldn't help but stop and walked towards the wall.
I saw that the iron sword was inserted more than halfway into the wall.
Qingyang couldn't help but wonder, how could the iron sword be so sharply inserted into the wall before it was sharpened, like a fire stick? Could it be that the wall had another mystery?
Thinking of this, Qingyang couldn't help but feel hot in his eyes. At this moment, Qingli and Wu Hai also walked up, looking a little excited.
Qingyang stretched out his fingers and tapped on the wall a few times. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. The wall was indeed hollow.
Immediately, he punched it hard, and after hearing a roar, the entire wall broke open, revealing the space inside.
Sure enough, there is still room.
The three of them looked inside curiously, and saw that after the wall was broken open, there was a compartment about one meter inside. In the compartment, there was a small shelf.
Qingyang looked at the shelf and saw that there were not many things on it, only a book, a piece of black iron material, and a clay tablet. On the inner wall, there is a long sword hanging, but the sword is hidden in a sheath. I don't know what kind of sword it is, but it is so treasured by Lao He.
Qingli cheered and ran up to pick up the bronze sword, but Qingyang was so excited looking at the clay tablet that he picked up the clay tablet first, ignoring the books and iron materials.
When he picked it up and took a look, it turned out that the clay tablet was a casting template. The concave part in the middle of the clay tablet looked like a key, and the size was exactly the same as the aperture of the lock in the library.
"finally found you!"
Qingyang said happily.
"Brother, isn't this just a clay tablet? Why are you so excited?"
Qingyang put away the clay tablet and said with a smile, "This is no ordinary clay tablet."
He didn't continue to explain, but picked up the book. I didn't know what material the book was made of. It looked very old. The cover said Ruoye's Sword Making Record.
Qingyang was about to open the book when he heard a clang of swords and then felt a boundless murderous aura coming towards him.
Qingyang was shocked and looked towards Qingli, only to see that Qingli had drawn out the sword from the scabbard, and the boundless murderous aura came from the sword.
At this time, Qingli looked pale and was dripping with cold sweat.
Wu Hai beside him was even more unbearable, with a look of horror on his face and paralysis on the ground.
Seeing this, Qingyang quickly took the sword from Qingli's hand and pulled Qingli behind him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took the sword, he felt his murderous aura become even stronger, and the earth-shattering sound of fighting sounded in his ears.
The strong murderous aura forced Qingyang to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Qingyang found that the scene in front of him had changed. Where was he still in the iron shop at this time?
In front of him was a battlefield that stretched as far as the eye could see. On the battlefield, soldiers on both sides were fighting in armors worn by ancient Chinese ancestors. From Qingyang's understanding, these armors were probably from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods in Chinese history. At this time, the battlefield The two sides fought fiercely, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Every minute, countless soldiers died on the way to the killing. The boundless murderous aura spread, and the sword in Qingyang's hand absorbed it.
At this time, Qing Yan faced the boundless murderous intent and felt that he was in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He was extremely frightened. His mind was gradually affected by the murderous intent, and his eyes began to turn red.
Looking at the army formations that were constantly fighting below, Qingyang just wanted to go down and kill, and there was only the thought of killing in his consciousness.
He couldn't help shouting "Kill, kill, kill!"
At this moment, there is only boundless killing in Qingyang's consciousness, as if killing is his only way out. The body rushed into the battlefield involuntarily.
In the battlefield, Qingyang saw nothing else but constant killing. Whenever he met a soldier from either side, Qingyang would strike with his sword.
At this time, Qingyang was like a tireless monster, he could only keep charging and killing, his eyes were red, and his mouth roared like a wild beast.
In the iron shop, the murderous aura suddenly disappeared, but Qingli saw that his brother was holding a long sword in his hand, standing there motionless, and his face was ferocious and constantly changing.
This made Qingli feel a little scared, but he still mustered up the courage to push Qingyang, but when he saw that Qingyang had no response, he couldn't help crying anxiously.
"Brother, don't scare me!" He said and shook Qingyang repeatedly, but it was meaningless.
At this time, Wu Hai also reacted from the panic just now. Although his cultivation level was low, he was older after all and had seen a lot in the Blood Ax Gang. Therefore, he hurriedly grabbed Qingli and said, "Miss, I'm afraid the gang leader is not He has fallen into some kind of epiphany, so don't touch him, lest the gang leader goes crazy."
Although his bones were soft, Qingyang not only used him re-employed after joining Qingyang, but also gave him cultivation techniques. Although he was not a good person, he was grateful, and he always believed that there was an expert behind the Qingyang brothers and sisters, so But in his heart, he made up his mind to follow the two of them.
Otherwise, if he had his previous temperament, he would only wish Qingyang to go crazy and become possessed now.
In the world of Qingyang's Consciousness Sea, Qingyang's will is now sinking into the constant killing, sinking deeper and deeper. At the beginning, there was still a trace of clarity, but as the killing increased, even that trace of clarity was annihilated. Go away, leaving only the boundless will to kill.
And the long sword in his hand, as he killed and absorbed the murderous aura, had turned from the previous golden color to black, and the evil aura was billowing.
And with the killing, darkness filled the Qingyang Sea of Consciousness, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
On the battlefield, the soldiers killed by Qingyang were already piled up like a mountain, while Qingyang stood on the top of the mountain, waving his sword and killing the soldiers who came up one by one. Blood flew everywhere and flowed into a river.
At this time, Qingyang was completely unconscious and could only keep killing and killing again. The soldiers who came up seemed to be tireless, and kept climbing up the mountain of corpses, attacking Qingyang continuously. One group died and another group came up.
And Qingyang was like a killing machine, just waving the sword in his hand instinctively.
