Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 149 Observatory

"The Four Symbols Mountain Guarding System must coordinate with the breathing rhythm of 'Kan Li Counterattack'. You've increased the frequency of the earth vein resonance by half a degree, causing it to naturally overload."

As he spoke, he tore off the Thousand Machine Silk at his waist. The silk thread drilled into the bearing gap like a living thing. The Hundred Practices Silk Strength vibrated along the silk thread, pulling down the twelve dislocated gears and starting to reset and engage them.

Han Qiushan froze in place.

This set of techniques is clearly the secret "Pulling and Leading" of the Machinery Hall, but Xu Yunfan's silk-winding power is three times more refined than Mo Shisan's. As the first disciple of the Machinery Hall, Mo Shisan is naturally gifted and has a sense of agility that ordinary people can hardly perceive.

"The abnormal wind pressure in the Xun position is because the impeller has seven air holes melted through by the ground fire stone."

Xu Yunfan suddenly turned to another fault. A black gold thread rolled up the red copper impeller in the furnace and flew into his palm. Under the special effect of "eliminating impurities and retaining essence", he began to use amazing strength to wrap the red copper in his hand with blood and energy, melting and reshaping it like wax.

He casually threw the impeller back into the furnace, and the pointer of the wind pressure gauge instantly returned to its position.

"This... is this the 'Flowing Fire Shaping' of the Tiangong Department? But that's a secret technique that only a marrow cleansing master can perform! How could it be..."

An old disciple with gray hair said in a trembling voice.

Everyone saw Xu Yunfan wandering around the various fault points. The rhythm of the thunder and fire hammer matched the rhythm of the earth's veins, and the sound of gears meshing became as pleasant as chimes wherever he passed.

When the last rift-like transmission chain was welded shut by him using the Hundred Forgings Steel Technique, the tremors of the entire Tiangong Fortress suddenly subsided.

Xu Yunfan wiped the iron dust off his forehead and turned around to see all the disciples of the Mechanical Hall taking half a step back, their eyes looking as if they were admiring the reincarnation of the first generation master.

Mo Shisan, who came over after hearing the news, looked at Xu Yunfan with a complicated look. It was hard to imagine that the other party was still practicing the Hundred Practices of Chansi Jin with him a few days ago to apply it to various mechanical objects, and just now he used the skill of using silk to correct the misaligned gears.

He can do it five times out of ten.

But none of them can look as relaxed and carefree as Xu Yunfan.

"Senior Brother Xu." Han Qiushan's Adam's apple rolled, and the wrench in his hand had already twisted and deformed. "Your technique... is it really derived from the Heavenly Craftsmanship Blacksmithing Technique?"

Xu Yunfan smiled slightly: "It comes from the Thousand Machine Secret Techniques of your Mechanical Hall."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the prompt that appeared in his vision, indicating that his proficiency in the Heavenly Crafts Forging Technique had increased.

It's rare. Since I started learning the art of Tiangong Blacksmithing, I have only received a reminder of increasing my proficiency points.

This made Xu Yunfan think about maintaining this natural fortress.

Mo Shisan snorted softly, "I can recite the Thousand Machine Secrets by heart, but I've never been in a situation like this."

Just as he was about to continue asking questions, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the cabin not far away.

Mo Shisan's expression suddenly changed.

"Oh no, the pressure chamber exploded!"

At this time, Xu Yunfan had already taken the lead and ran away.

"..."

Until the early morning of the next day, almost all the disciples of Tiangong Cave went into battle. Under the leadership of three groups: Mo Han, the master of the Machinery Hall, Mo Shisan, the first disciple of the Machinery Hall, and Xu Yunfan, the true disciple of the Casting Weapon Hall, they repaired various problems in the entire Tiangong Fortress.

When it was dawn, Mo Han reluctantly let go of Xu Yunfan's arm under Zhan Yan's fierce gaze. Under Mo Shisan's sour and envious gaze, Mo Han walked away, looking back every few steps.

Before leaving, he raised his head and sighed: "What a bad timing! I wish I had met him first."

Xu Yunfan had no choice but to maintain a polite smile.
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On the official road thirty miles outside Yujing City, twelve blood-sweating dragon horses were pulling a bronze blood urn at a gallop.

The surfaces of these three-meter-high jars are covered with dark red rust, and the black iron chains at the mouths of the jars make a clanging sound as they are shaken.

The bottom of each blood jar was engraved with the patterns of the "Twenty-Eight Constellations", and at this moment, it was oozing out sticky blood plasma, dragging snake-shaped blood trails on the bluestone road, moving along a certain trajectory.

Inside Yujing City, on the 533-foot-tall observatory, Guo Lang's Taoist robe rustled in the strong wind. He gazed at the blood-red sea of ​​clouds swirling beneath his feet, a complex feeling welling up in his heart.

As of yesterday, the Xianghuo Cult had already extorted more than 36 million people for blood sacrifice, and now it was his turn.

Regardless of success or failure today, he will be nailed to the pillar of shame and bear the eternal infamy.

Not far away, under the nine-dragon canopy, the empress sat upright, her deep eyes filled with unspeakable anticipation.

But things had come to this point, and he couldn't look back. Guo Lang looked up at the full moon in the sky, took a deep breath, and a wisp of true energy suddenly burst out from his fingertips. The magic weapon Taiyi Fenguang Sword in his hand shone with its sharp edge, reflecting the positions of the twenty-eight constellations.

"The sky sends murderous intentions, and the stars change their places."

Guo Lang pointed his sword at Ziweiyuan, and the Big Dipper suddenly became as bright as day.

The three hundred and sixty priests of the Incense Sect behind him began to chant the "Blood River Crossing Sutra", and the sound waves made the black iron chains on the base of the observatory clang.

Three thousand six hundred bronze blood urns were arranged along the twenty-eight constellations, and the blood plasma in the urns glowed with a strange green-gold color.

The bronze sundial on the top floor of the observatory suddenly turned to the Hai position. Guo Lang placed his left hand on the Tai Chi fish in the center of the sundial, and used the Tai Yi Spectroscopic Sword in his right hand to pick up seven bronze lamps.

The veins on the back of the hand of the head of the Imperial Observatory bulged out, and the large tendons twisted into the shape of a coiled dragon under the skin, which was the image of the jade veins that had been cultivated to perfection.

"Start the formation!"

On the astrological platform, 360 priests of the Incense Cult cut their wrists at the same time, and the blood flowed along the grooves of the array into the central blood pool.

The tip of Guo Lang's sword drew the trajectory of the Big Dipper on the surface of the blood pool, and the blood plasma suddenly boiled like boiling oil.

From below the stage came the wails of the people from the seventy-two districts of Yujing City, so loud that the black iron chains clanked.

The Taotie patterns on the surface of the blood jar gradually glowed red, and the star map was reflected in Guo Lang's pupils.

He suddenly recalled the days when he was practicing Taoism in Guigu thirty years ago. At that time, his master deduced the "Taiyi Jiujie Jing" by observing the celestial phenomena at night. The scripture was originally created to resolve disasters.

The scriptures are still there today, but the person who was supposed to save the world has become the evil star that destroys the world.

In an instant, beneath the Nine-Layered Observatory, the imperial court belonging to the central axis of the Great Zhou suddenly shook.

"The earth veins are starting to turn!"

The empress couldn't help but stand up and stare at the sea of ​​clouds below, which was gradually turning blood-red and surging with strange waves.

Eight hundred monks of the previous dynasty locked up the Yuan Ling with the earth veins. Today, the prosperous era will finally be restored.

"The earth sends murderous intent, dragons and snakes rise from the ground!"

The sword tip turned towards the ground, and a dull roar came from the bottom of the observatory.

The seventy-two ancient wells in Yujing City spewed out columns of blood at the same time, and the water-suppressing beasts carved on the edges of the wells actually opened their stone eyes in the blood rain.

Guo Lang's knuckles were cracked, and blood seeped into the star map along the Kuilong pattern on the hilt.

At the same time, the entire Great Zhou, which had been slaughtered by the Xianghuo Cult, was filled with gusts of cold wind and the cries of ghosts.

Tens of thousands of miles away, in the Jiuyao Sect of Yanbei Dao, Beichenzi was staring at the sect’s most precious treasure, the “Seismograph”.

The jade bead in the bronze dragon's mouth suddenly fell into the toad's bronze plate, and his calloused fingers stroked the carvings on the instrument.

"The abnormal movement of Yujing's earth veins has exceeded the great earthquake in the third year of Tianqi by more than ten times."

(End of this chapter)