Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Zhao Wangcheng, Zhubing Hall!
Today, more than a year has passed since Ou Yezi and the generals joined forces to forge the 'Tai'a Sword'.

Although it exceeded a little deadline.

But on this day, the natural vision means that the magic weapon will be accomplished!

The ground fire was burning in the furnace, exuding 'crackling' flames.

Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang, these two master craftsmen who are rare in the world, have shocking bloodshot eyes in their eyes at this time, they are staring closely at the sword embryo that is faintly revealed in the furnace where the earth fire gathers, Excited.

"It's going to be done, it's going to be done!"

The general was dancing, the blood was rushing to all the limbs under the rapid beating of the heart, he refused to let go of every detail of this last moment, because he knew——

This will be the greatest sword he has ever forged in his life.

At the same time, it was also the last blow of the sword.

The ghost craftsman from the state of Chu wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, and then circled around the stove, refusing to miss a single omission.

because
Any deficiencies may lead to wasting all previous efforts and losing everything!

Now that he has come, he cannot allow such mistakes to exist!

Outside Zhubing Hall, the crimson sun pierces through the sun, and the scene of a dark sky and earth is naturally known to him and Ou Yezi.

But now that they are at a critical juncture, they understand that this is not enough!

At this moment, this sword is far superior to the King Bing, even enough to rival the King of Blood, and enough to challenge that great sage of Jixia.

But not enough!
A wave of heat hits my face.

The go-getters opened their arms openly to welcome the fire.

At the same time, his voice sounded in the casting room at the right time:

"Ou Yezi, do you still remember your greatest ambition when you were young, before we parted ways?"

"Forge a sword that can rival the sacred, even kill the gods!"

The deep words made Ou Yezi stunned, and memories flooded his mind.

That's already. It's Jiazi's previous memories.
Ou Yezi was ten years older than the general, but he came from the same school as his teacher, and learned how to forge soldiers under an old craftsman.

The old craftsman has real talents and practical knowledge. The technique of pressing the bottom of the box is a forging technique that once came from the Xuanshang era.

He divided his inheritance into two, and handed it over to Ou Yezi and Gan Jiang respectively, and the two made great achievements respectively, so they were called "Master Craftsman" and "Ghost Craftsman" in the future.

At that time, before the two went down the mountain, they made a resolution.

Is in the lifetime.

Forge a sacred soldier that is only recorded in the broken ancient books.

Let the creatures on this earth hold the sword, and they will be able to reach the level of being human, comparable to the sacredness that came to the world thousands of years ago!
And now, looking back a year ago!
It is close at hand!

"Now, there is only one last step left!"

Pause before the fire.

Feeling the famous sword forged by Ou Yezi half his life, which was hanging around the wall at this time, it kept clanging and making long noises, and the general couldn't help grinning:
"Old boy."

"From today onwards, your name as a master craftsman will be well-deserved."

"Remember, tell that great sage in Jixia!"

The go-getter's eyes showed determination, and what was reflected in his pupils at the moment was only the sword embryo that was made of real gold in the furnace:
"This 'Tai Ah', I used my blood and bones to urge the art of blood refinement to add the last flaw to it."

"Otherwise, it will be difficult to achieve the Dao!"

The strong man breathed a sigh of relief and shouted:
"Don't let him forget the promise he made with me!"

"After the sword is out, kill the king for me!"

As soon as the words fell, Ou Yezi's face was complicated, and before he could make a sound, he could see that the general's originally muscular body suddenly had dark red blood lines crawling out from the surface of his body, spreading all over his body.

Afterwards, his arm slowly stretched out into the exuberant furnace fire, and in an instant, it completely melted and was completely absorbed by the sword embryo tempered by the earth fire.

There was a ferocious and painful look on his face, but his movements did not stop. He just jumped forward without looking back, and threw himself into the huge earth fire incinerator without hesitation!

"Today, use my blood to prove my divine weapon!"

"In this way, cut the blade for Tai Ah!"

The scorching flames completely burned his body like a tempered weapon, leaving only the crazy and hysterical roar, and there was still some lingering sound.

The dark red blood line, at the last moment before the general's body was wiped away and turned into ashes, seemed to entangle his illusory soul.

Then, they were attached to the 'Tai Ah' hanging in the middle of the incinerator together!
Suddenly,

A long sword cry resounded from the casting room.

Circle after circle, air waves visible to the naked eye spewed out from the incinerator again!

Bang! !

This time, it's not the same as the last heat wave.

I saw that the huge and strong military casting room was smashed away by the sword energy, the air wave, and the heat wave from the ground fire, and it was directly shaken to collapse.

Floors cracked, ground fire spewed out, walls crumbled.
Followed by dozens of world-famous swords hanging on the surrounding walls
At this time, they were also out of control, and at the same time, the swords were shining, and the swords moved together, hanging in the air, as if worshiping the holy——

Facing the outline of the blade that exploded into the furnace, he bent the blade!
Excalibur is born, all swords sing together!
Ou Yezi took a step back subconsciously, looking at the divine sword glowing with crimson light and vaguely revealing its outline, his eyes widened, but he could only hear the sound of the sword resounding,

Immediately afterwards, the whole person was out of control, and was directly sent flying by the aftermath of the birth of the divine soldier!

Click!

When he flew, he flew more than ten feet away, and hit the stone slab in the middle of the dojo. He heard a sound, and even the ground was crushed by Ou Yezi's blow!
In just a split second, his complexion turned pale, revealing a look of astonishment.

"Grandmaster!"

The disciples in the dojo have already noticed the vision, and they came to observe the release of the divine soldiers.

Therefore, when the disciples on both sides saw Ou Yezi flying upside down, they wanted to rush up to help him up, but the old man struggled to get up and stopped him with a loud shout: "No need!"

Immediately afterwards, Ou Yezi coughed up a mouthful of blood, and got up easily.

He watched helplessly as that crimson beam of light went straight to the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds in the world, and suppressing the limelight of the entire royal city.

Then he took a breath, stroked his chest, and remembered the words of advice that Fang Caigan made before he forged a sword with his body and was buried in the furnace, and finally murmured to himself:
"It's done. It's done."

At first, the voice was like a mosquito, inaudible, but as the sword energy became stronger and stronger, it became louder and louder, until finally, Ou Yezi even stroked his beard and laughed with his arms trembling:

"Swords like this are born!"

"The years to come!"

"But there are still people who can cast such a magic weapon?"

"Today, the one who cast Tai'a is Ou Yezi, and he is the general!"

Accompanied by the crazy words of the old man who seemed to be crying and laughing.

Tai'a Jianfeng pierced through the void.

The vision made all the existences dormant in King Zhao City show their heads.

"This is the magical weapon that Mr. Ji Qiu forged?"

White jade is used as the gate, and it is on the prince's mansion.

Feeling the vibration of the sky and the earth, watching the crimson divine light piercing the sky, Wu Mu Jun's expression was extremely restless.

As the direct descendant of Zhao Wang, and with the strength comparable to the ancient man of divine blood, he was born to be the most noble and noble.

Now, the war ceremony held for his father is close at hand, and he is about to touch the most noble authority on the land.

But I didn't expect that today I could actually see such a change with my own eyes.

Standing up suddenly, Wu Mujun trembled in his heart.

Even from a long distance, just watching the birth of the divine sword, he can vaguely feel that the divine blood in his body seems to be fearing the sword at this moment!
What magical weapon did Ou Yezi, the master craftsman in the royal city, forge for Mr. Ji in Jixia?
Thinking of the white-clothed figure who was invited by Zhao Wuling and visited several times, but was never far or near, Wu Mujun pursed his lips.

At this time, Wu Mujun felt the abnormal movement.

Standing behind him, Mr. Guigu, who came from the vertical and horizontal line, seemed not surprised by this.

He stopped Wu Mujun's figure that was about to move:

"Your Majesty."

"Is this sword the only thing you want?"

Guiguzi sat at the banquet and said a word indifferently.

But like a basin of cold water, it poured directly from Wu Mujun's head.

So, he seemed to wake up suddenly, and after forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his heart, he slowly landed on the table again, and forcibly let out a breath:

"The war festival, it's time to start"

"This sword, after all, was made by others, and has nothing to do with me."

"I lost my composure for a moment, and my husband laughed at me."

The greed in the eyes flashed away.

But Wu Mujun still suppressed the desire in his heart.

Right now, nothing is more important than that matter!

As long as Zhao Wu Wang Yong is gone, then he will be Zhao Wang without Mu!

Zhao Wuling is a rule-abiding and committed person. He ran around Zhaotu in a day and destroyed all the temples dedicated to Tian Xingjun. Ji Qiu was brought in by him. If he wanted this sword, he would definitely not be able to do it. accept.

After all, that person has never respected himself.

In addition, it is impossible for the great cultivators of various schools of thought to agree to this matter, as well as that Ji Qiu himself.

Therefore, it is better to get rid of these chaotic thoughts.

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big mess."

Wu Mu Jun closed his eyes and whispered in his heart.

Be patient.

As long as he can inherit the gift from his father.

Ascending to the throne, whether it is a general or a great Sima, doesn't everyone have to be alone without Mu Jun, and the horse is the leader?

Behind Wu Mujun.

The leader of the vertical and horizontal line, Mr. Guigu looked at Wu Mujun who closed his eyes slightly, he just chuckled, as if he didn't see all his gestures.

Afterwards, he looked towards the direction where Na Tai'a was born, thoughtfully.

In the alley in the north of the city, in an ancient building very close to Ji Qiu's mansion.

Two figures leaned against the railing to listen to the wind.

"The war ceremony is about to begin."

"Do you really want to support that Wu Mu Jun to ascend the throne?"

The figure in the blue shirt turned sideways, looking at Dongjun who was on the side.

"The purpose of killing King Yong of Zhao Wu is to see how strong these god-blood kings are."

"The authority they have been given by the gods is too dreadful. If you have not actually witnessed it, it is really difficult to overthrow the rule of the blood of the gods."

"After all, that is impossible to calculate."

"As for Wu Mujun"

Dongjun hid under the black robe, and smiled slightly:

"Now we have no way to run a country."

"Emperor Zhou will not issue an edict, and the mortals and divine blood of Zhao Kingdom will not support us. Instead, there will be those old antiques that may disturb Haojing. It is not the time."

"There is nothing more suitable than a guy who looks humble on the surface but is actually arrogant and indifferent, to sit in that seat."

Dongjun stretched out one hand, and a mirror of water condensed on it.

The scene revealed above is exactly what Wu Mu Jun did just now.

He perfectly captured the greed on this face, so he just shook his head:
"The descendants of the blood of the gods live too comfortably"

"They don't even know what a hard price our generation has paid to gain power."

"Zhao Wu Wang Yong and those ancient kings are all heroes of a generation. Together with the sacred, they overthrew the rule of Xuanshang. It is a pity that such a thing was born in the end."

"Maybe, he never thought that all his actions are just between my eyes."

"Ah"

Just when the two were talking.

A white-clothed figure suddenly stepped into the void, attracting the attention of both of them.

"It's Ji Qiu."

"The sword he entrusted Ou Yezi to forge is remarkable."

After the fusion of spiritual thoughts, Zhuang Zhou sighed.

"That's a sword. In the trajectory I calculated, it shouldn't be like this."

"It's strange."

"It's the same as this Mr. Jixia Ji's person, quite interesting."

"Even after a year, I still can't see through him."

Dispelling the water mirror in his hand, Dongjun's eyes were deep.

In this regard, Zhuang Zhou was quite free and easy:

"Some people in this world cannot be guessed by common sense."

"If there is an existence that can go to the end, wouldn't it be ridiculous if the number of lives in its life is only between the applause of others?"

"A person who does not exist on the trajectory of fate holds a sacred sword that should not exist in this world."

"In this way, it is possible to break through the last shackles and shackles."

"But it's a pity."

"In this world, there is one less rare master craftsman who can have the opportunity to forge divine weapons again!"

"If it can survive in the world, it will be of great use. It is a pity to sacrifice the sword at present, although it is forged into a divine weapon."

"Sacred blood is arrogant, it really is a cancer!"

Just when Tai'a Sword was born.

Ji Qiuben was teaching Qin Zheng how to practice.

However, when his black bird blood throbbed.

He raised his head, looked at the vision in the sky, and immediately echoed what Ou Yezi said a few days ago:

"Tai Ah Sword will be forged within a month."

"At Jieshi, sir, you can come and get the sword."

Combined with the current movement.

It seems that the sword should have been cast.

Ji Qiu understood.

So after giving Qin Zheng a word, he moved away and disappeared without a trace in the Taiping courtyard.

After only a few steps, he walked a long distance and arrived at Ou Yezi's military casting hall.

At this time, in the room where the Tai Ah Sword was cast, the walls were cracked and riddled with holes.

Dozens of rare swords clanked like a torrent and danced in the air.

The figure of the general disappeared without a trace, and only Ou Yezi was left who seemed to be crying and smiling, dancing with his hands and feet in the face of such movement.

Seeing Ji Qiu's arrival, he became even more excited. He walked over, tugged at Ji Qiu's sleeve and said:
"Mr. Ji, the sword is finished!"

"The sword is finished!"

As he spoke, he even shed tears.

Ji Qiu could feel that the arm on the sleeve robe was trembling slightly.

So, following the direction Ou Yezi pointed, he saw the scarlet sword soaring into the sky.

In an instant, I feel emotional.

【Tai Ah Sword】

[Quality: Holy Soldier]

[The master craftsman Ou Yezi exhausted his whole life to forge the sword embryo, supplemented by the sacred bird bone, the sword master's divine will, and the method of refining the general's blood. It took more than a year to forge it! 】

[Characteristic [-], Tai Ah Sword Intent: This sword has the supreme sword intent left by the sword holy sparrow in the Xuanshang era before ancient times. Holding this sword, you can call Tai Ah Sword Intent to attach it to defend against the enemy! 】

[Characteristic [-], Sword of Prestige and Dao: The general uses the technique of refining the soul with blood to help him make the ultimate leap and become a holy soldier. This sword has a spirit, and it is not as good as a soldier of its quality. When crawling under its hilt, its power will be greatly reduced ! 】

[Characteristic [-], using blood to train soldiers: the blazing heat of the mysterious bird's god bone, and the influence of the general's obsession, make this sword have a natural restraint against the existence of the blood of the gods, and before the battle, win three points first! 】

What a sword!
Seeing the Tai'a sword displayed on the simulator, Ji Qiu took a deep breath, still unable to hide his surprise.

If such a magic weapon is held in the palm of your hand.
Then in the world of Kyushu, apart from Zhou Tianzi who doesn't know the depth, even if he is the king of divine blood, he may not be unable to rival him!

It can be said that the general trend has become!
Whoosh!
Ji Qiu has only just arrived, and my heart is shaking.

That Tai Ajian seemed to have sensed something.

Seeing this white-clothed figure approaching, he rushed down from the crimson cloud in an instant, and hovered in front of Ji Qiu in an instant.

Dang Ji Qiu stretched out his palm and held it on the hilt of the sword.

Except for the slightly cool touch.

There was also a familiar word, which slowly turned into a divine thought, passed behind his ears, and then disappeared:
"Mr. Ji"

"Don't forget, the promise you made with the go-getters"