After the blood wash.
Longli mines, Wu Tian refines weapons, and everything is restored to its original state.
Thunderclouds will still gather over the mountains, and merit will fall from time to time.
The old man in front of the water mirror returned to normal.
Taking a nap or squinting for a while is normal.
After all, he is an old dragon and gets sleepy easily.
Busy inside the mirror, idle outside.
The days passed like this.
One day, there was thunder in his ears, and the old man raised his eyelids and took a look.
Sure enough, another new artifact was born, and what greeted the baptism of thunder was a mace.
The old man didn't know him, but he didn't care. He didn't know many of them.
In the end, not all of them belong to their Highness, the old man thought happily.
With honor.
The relationship between the old man and their little Highness, who was just across the mirror, became increasingly deep.
But it was only unilaterally done by him, and their Highnesses did not know.
You can call it wishful thinking.
After the thunder tribulation, Xuanhuang's merits condensed and fell...
The old man stroked his beard and chuckled.
But at the next moment, a hand came in.
The old man's smile froze for a moment, and the hand stroking his beard froze.
At the end of the water mirror, the hand that suddenly appeared grabbed the new mace.
A ray of sword light struck that hand.
It was the light of the sword wielded by their Highness.
The hand did not hide, but a red light came out.
The sword light struck, the red light surged, and the sword light shattered.
But in an instant, the trump card that was about to be obtained flew away.
Flying towards Longli.
The big hand hesitated slightly.
"Spiritual! It's really extraordinary!"
He sighed in admiration, his voice slightly hoarse.
He retracted his hand and a gray-robed Taoist appeared.
He was covered in mist and couldn't see clearly.
The Taoist looked at the mace and knife in Long Li's hand with hot eyes.
He repeatedly praised, "Good things are all good things!"
The Taoist stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here!"
Two words, but it shows domineering.
Long Li didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and struck with a knife.
In terms of horizontality, who has he been afraid of?
The Taoist smiled hoarsely, "Little one, you really don't know what's good and what's good. If I leave such a treasure in your hands, it will be covered in dust, and you will suffer too!"
Hearing these words, the eyebrows of the old man in front of the water mirror twitched. The old man's eyes showed a fierce look, and he wished he could go through the water mirror and tear this piece of shit away!
Dare you say that their highness allowed the treasure to become covered in dust? Dare you curse their highness to suffer disaster? This damn thing! The old man gritted his teeth.
No matter how much the old man gritted his teeth or how angry he was, it didn't help.
He can't make it!
The gray-robed Taoist's hand reached out to Long Li.
He shattered the sword light and grabbed the knife in Long Li's hand.
The old man became nervous in an instant, his heart strings were tense, his expression was solemn, and even his breathing stagnated.
The Taoist grabbed the knife, and the knife glowed, but he couldn't break free.
Longli swung his mace at the Taoist's arm, but was blocked by the red ripples on the Taoist's sleeves.
The Taoist grabbed the knife, but Long Li refused to let go, and he was pulled up with the knife.
"Your Highness, let go! Let go quickly!" the old man shouted through the water mirror.
It's a pity that His Highness can't hear it. Even if he can hear it, he won't listen to him.
Until he said: "Let go."
Long Li let go of his hand.
The knife was taken away by the Taoist.
It was the sword that Wu Tian forged for Long Li for the first time.
Long Li's eyes were blood red and he stared at the Taoist.
The Taoist no longer looked at him.
He looked at Wu Tian who stood up and walked towards him.
The Taoist's smile did not change. He stroked the blade with one hand, curled his fingers and made a buzzing sound, like the roar of a clear spring.
The Taoist sincerely praised: "What a great sword! It's such a great sword!"
Wu Tian had no expression on his face and only asked: "Do you like it?"
The Taoist nodded, "I like it."
"That's good." Wu Tian smiled softly.
"Fellow Taoist, are you planning to send me off?"
"Send it to you?" Wu Tian disappeared in an instant and raised his hand...
"Heaven and earth are furnaces, creation is work, Yin and Yang are charcoal, and all things are copper..."
The power of heaven and earth turned into a furnace of heaven and earth, and both the Taoist and the sword were in the furnace.
"Today I will make a big weapon!"
Thunder breaks out in the void, wind and fire gather together, Yin and Yang communicate, and creation works...
Wu Tian raised his hand and patted the furnace of heaven and earth. He was suddenly in front, and in a daze behind. One moment he was on the left, the next moment he was on the right. It was dizzying.
It was as if four people appeared at the same time, making secrets and refining weapons at the same time.
Long Li opened his mouth slightly.
The old man was stunned.
They were all staring at each other at this time, with an expression of shock and disbelief.
In the furnace of heaven and earth, the Taoist screamed and begged for mercy, but it was too late.
After three hours of great refining, the vision of heaven and earth changed drastically.
Finally, Wu Tian made the last fingerprint.
The furnace of heaven and earth opened, blood shot into the sky, and the evil spirit moved the earth.
Thunderclouds rolled and pressed heavily.
This is no longer a thunder disaster, but a divine punishment.
This thing is taboo in heaven and earth!
Wu Tian stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.
The punishment from heaven falls, bringing with it the power of destruction.
The newly released blood knife roars, roars, and fights under the thunder and tribulation of heaven's punishment!
With the last knife, he slashed towards Heavenly Punishment.
I am screaming towards the sky with my horizontal sword!
The punishment of heaven was cut off, unwilling to accept it, and finally subsided.
God hesitated for a long time before sending down the merit.
Wu Tian put it away expressionlessly.
This time he had a lot of merit, which was as much as his income ten times.
On top of the blood knife, a boy in red appeared. The boy first saluted Wu Tian and then saluted Long Li, "Greetings to the ancestor, to the master, and please give me your name, ancestor!"
At this moment, this sword has the qualification to compete with No. 1.
Wu Tian waved his hand and asked Long Li to get it himself.
Although this sword was forged by him, it is not his.
Long Li's face turned red with excitement.
Finally, he gave the blood knife the name "blood soul".
"The blood soul thanks the master for giving me the name! The blood soul thanks the ancestor for his kindness in reinventing me!"
Wu Tian had already raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
He smiled faintly: "You want to leave now? It's too late!"
The first time you take out the sheath, you can kill people with one sword three thousand miles away.
The blood turns into a rainbow and kills people three thousand miles away!
"I am the ancestor of Yin and Yang..."
Before he finished speaking, he was already sacrificed.
There are no dead souls under the Blood Soul Sword.
The soul is gone!
