"King Zhao, how sincere is our holy religion?" A cold voice sounded.
Then, a huge and deep Qi fell from the sky, and only the faint sound of water could be heard spreading between the heaven and the earth. It was vast and deep. A moment later, overlapping waves of blood came across the sky, and the layers of Qi waves accommodated all things.
A young man in black walked down from the blood wave, with a pale face and cold eyes. His eyes were bright and dazzling, and his eyes were glowing with blood, and there was a faint hint of bloodthirst.
Above his heavenly gate, a precious spear was surrendered up and down. There was a layer of bright red light on the spear. Just by looking at it, there was an indescribable ferocious aura coming from it. There was a strong fighting posture, faintly It can be seen that the red light stains the blood, and the evil spirit overflows.
The young man came slowly, calmly and slowly to the altar.
"The Holy Cult? It really puts a premium on your own face." The middle-aged man in blood-clothed clothes couldn't help but taunted him when he saw the young man's fierce and cold look.
"Huh, don't forget, who provided you with ten thousand blood beads, opened the seal, and received the spiritual energy. If you want to go against the Holy Religion, I will accompany you now!" The young man in black snorted coldly, his words full of content. It was a threat. Above his heavenly gate, the spear was spitting blood. It was so powerful that even the blood moon in the sky could not withstand it, and it had a faint meaning of breaking.
"That's enough, Mo Lihai, if you continue to talk arrogantly, don't blame me for being merciless!" Anger appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man known as King Zhao. The sea of blood rolled under his feet, the waves were bright red, and a line of blood went straight into the sky, Blood Moon holds steady.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Mo Lihai smiled softly, his eyes were cold, and he had an eager idea to give it a try.
King Zhao's eyes moved slightly, then fell silent, and his words gradually softened. "Okay, let's not talk nonsense with you. Your master really values you and actually handed over the Shura Hundred Evil Spear to you so quickly. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"What you have to do is very simple. Help me hold back the people from the Xuanjing Division. At the same time, keep an eye on the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Northern Territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If there is any change, immediately send a message to the Holy Cult."
King Zhao had a strange look on his face, "The people of Xuanjing Division are easy to deal with. What on earth are you going to do? Are you actually going to alarm the army in Northern Xinjiang?"
There was a hint of amusement in Mo Lihai's eyes, and he said with a half-smile, "Don't worry about it. As long as you finish the things assigned by the Holy Religion, the deal will be over. Besides, you don't want to owe us any favors, right?" ?”
Seeing his smile, King Zhao's heart skipped a beat and he slowly said, "Okay, I agree to this. As long as the imperial army moves, I will send you a message immediately."
The Demon Sect's behavior has always been extremely domineering and has no taboos. If he owed them a favor, he would probably have to answer for it.
But the Demon Sect is not without its benefits. They always do what they say, are never vague, are generous with their actions, and are extremely protective of their shortcomings. It is precisely because of this that they can lead the heretics and become one of the three major sects in the world of immortality.
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Go to the capital and go to the Imperial Prefecture.
In the secret room, Su Ming set up a magic circle and took out a magic sword. The sword was pure white, with mysterious seal characters engraved on the sword. From time to time, golden light appeared, and there was a clear light on the sword's edge. It was so close. I could faintly feel a tingling sensation on my skin.
This is the karma-killing sword that Su Ming asked others to forge.
This sword was made by melting the Wu Sheng Sword, and added many rare treasures, such as Taibai Geng Gold and Beihai Cold Iron. While maintaining its sharp spirituality, it also added the effect of destroying evil and demons.
Of course, Su Ming only had someone cast the embryo of the sword, and he had to do the final forging by himself. After all, it was a magic sword that blended with the monk's mind, so how could it be faked by someone else's hand.
But just the sword embryo surprised Su Ming. With his current body refining state, even compared with the Buddhist monks who are good at physical bodies, they may not be far behind. He didn't expect that the physical bodies of this level would feel threatened. .
He took the hilt of the sword and lightly scratched his arm. Suddenly a drop of hot, bright red blood flowed out, leaving a small hole in the ground. During the whole process, he felt no pain at all.
Seeing this scene, a look of satisfaction appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He was indeed the swordsmith of the imperial court, and he really did not fool him. In fact, Su Ming did not know that Emperor Shenwu ordered Cao Yuchen, the chief chamberlain, to handle this matter personally.
As the emperor's number one confidant, how could he not know that his majesty valued Su Ming and invited him to the palace to explain Buddhism every now and then.
Not to mention, after Su Ming became the national advisor, Emperor Shenwu became younger and younger. If nothing else, this alone was enough for Cao Yuchen to dare not neglect him.
The chief chamberlain said, "How could the swordsmiths of the imperial court not work hard? The sacred iron mineral materials collected by Ouchi are as if they are free of charge. The embryo of this magic sword alone has used up a lot of precious sacred iron. All Ouchi's treasures were gone.
If these rare divine irons were circulated in the world of immortal cultivation, not to mention the real Yuanying, even the mighty Yuanshen would be tempted.
After feeling the sharp edge of the sword, Su Ming raised his heart and held his breath, concentrating. A bit of spiritual light lit up behind his head, and the golden Buddha flames continued to burn the sword embryo.
As the sword embryo continued to be calcined, Su Ming's magic power also circulated in it, leaving its own mark. While calcining the sword embryo, he also used the power of his soul to carve restrictions into the sword body.
For a magic weapon, the most important thing is the restriction. Generally speaking, magic weapons have twelve levels of restrictions, spiritual weapons have twenty-four levels of restrictions, magic weapons have forty-eight levels of restrictions, and spiritual treasures have seventy-two levels of restrictions.
The restrictions on each magic weapon are different, depending on the material characteristics and the user's own situation. Of course, the restrictions on low-level magic weapons and spiritual weapons are generally made up haphazardly and unorganized.
For example, the top-level magic weapons, spiritual weapons and magic weapons contain complete sets of restrictions, which are most suitable for the magic weapon itself. The restrictions in spiritual treasures are naturally formed and exist innately. They are extremely rare, even if they are cultivated. In the fairy world, it is also rare.
Of course, if the top magic weapon is properly cultivated, it will transform into a spiritual treasure after being baptized by thunder and calamity.
This is also the reason why Su Ming had to complete the final refining process of the Industry-Destroying Sword by himself. The limit of the Industry-Destroying Sword is the forty-eighth level, Hunyuan is one, and if he is lucky, he might be able to be promoted to a spiritual treasure.
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Three days and three nights later, in the secret room, Su Ming looked at the magic sword floating in front of him, his eyes full of excited smiles. The sword was finally completed.
During these three days, Su Ming used the power of his soul to carve the restrictions bit by bit, and at the same time used his magic power to maintain the Buddhist flames to calcine the sword. Carving the restrictions consumed the most power of his soul. If he made any mistakes, he would have to start all over again, even if With his half-step soul cultivation, the power of his soul was almost exhausted.
Feeling the illusory image of the Tathagata in his sea of consciousness, Su Ming smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and cast the Great Sun Tathagata spell, slowly restoring his soul and magic power.
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