sorcery

Chapter 1113
Worry-free chamber of commerce.

Dan Bingfang, the original stone area.

Two figures stood in front of the huge rock in front of them, they were Xu Yiyuan and Miss Zili.

More than three years have passed, and Zili's cultivation base has now stepped into the ranks of the seventh heaven of Emperor Zun, and more than half of the divine blood of killing the sky has been activated.

Looking at it from a distance, there is an aura of power without anger, and she is like a goddess from ancient times.

"Xu Yiyuan, is this the strange stone that you said contains the ancient holy spirit?"

"What about Jian Thirteen, who identified the Holy Spirit inside?"

"Why don't you come?"

Zi Li's figure stood on the spot, silently looking at the strange stone in front of her, but she had been waiting for half a night, but she still didn't see Jian Shisan's arrival, so she couldn't help feeling a little unhappy.

"Miss, little friend has already explained, if you don't respond, you must be retreating to forge your sword."

"Miss, if you take the strange stone away first, if you stay here, something will happen."

"If Jian Shisan responds, the old Taoist will definitely bring him to meet Miss Go."

Xu Yiyuan is also sincere and fearful, he is very clear about the means of this young lady, no one dares to touch her brow and say nothing.

As for Jian Shisan, who made her wait patiently for half a night today, if they meet again in the future, the eldest lady will never give up, and this beating is inevitable.

"Miss...something happened..."

"Just got the news..."

"The branch of the Foreign Spirit Race in Tianyong City... was wiped out..."

"270 strong Foreign Spirits, none left, all were killed."

"And it's still using the Grandmist World Extinguishing Flame..."

A figure quickly walked to the second floor, looking at Zili in panic, it was Wan Jiukong.

The existence of the Foreign Spirit Race is the maintainer of the underground order in Tianyong City, and it is also the only one that can counter the Worriless Chamber of Commerce.

However, on the surface, the two major forces do not interfere with each other, but there are naturally conflicts in the dark.

Even Mie Tiandao would not dare to kill the Foreign Spirit Race easily. After all, they are immune to all attacks, and only the profound meaning of the soul can hurt them.

But when it comes to soul mysteries, who can compare to the Foreign Spirit Race.

"What? The Foreign Spirit Race branch was suppressed..."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate! It was that fierce man who did it."

"And also mastered the Grandmist World Extinguishing Flame."

Xu Yiyuan trembled all over, and unconsciously highlighted the Dao number, someone even leveled the branch of the Foreign Spirit Race, and none of the more than 200 strong Foreign Spirit Race was spared. It has to be said that this is a fierce man.

And it's an extremely tough guy, that's the Foreign Spirit Race!

Even Mie Tian Dao is an existence that is extremely troublesome, and he dare not conflict with it easily.

But today, more than 200 people died at once, and they were burned cleanly by someone. I have to say that it was extremely enjoyable.

"Wan Jiukong, is it true that he disappeared? Who did it?"

Zili took a deep breath, this news shocked her too much, it has been a long time since she heard the news of the death of the Foreign Spirit Race.

I didn't expect that someone would dare to look for the bad luck of the Foreign Spirit Race now, and took away a branch as soon as they made a move.

Slaughtering more than 200 elites of the Foreign Spirit Race, even if he did his best, he couldn't do it so cleanly.

He is really a terrifying guy, and he has also mastered the Primordial World Extinguishing Flame.

"Jian Shisan, a human youth, but no one knows his origin."

"Today, all the big and small forces in Yongcheng are looking for his whereabouts, and it is rumored that the foreign spirits are furious."

"It even alarmed the high-level of the Foreign Spirit Race. I am afraid that it will not be long before the Foreign Spirit Race will take action."

"Miss, in order to avoid suspicion, you should leave here first."

"After all, there are very few people who have mastered the Primordial World Extinguishing Flame, and they can easily target you."

"Foreign Spirit Race is a group of lunatics, don't take it lightly."

Wan Jiukong also sighed, with a bit of helplessness on his face, no one thought that such a thing would happen at this juncture.

Where did Jian Thirteen come from, a lunatic who picked up the branch of the Foreign Spirit Race by himself.

It has to be said that this is a madman, and a pretty scary one at that.

"Sword Thirteen, this Sword Thirteen again."

"No, I want to see with my own eyes who this Jian Shisan is."

"Foreign Spirits are a group of lunatics, but Miss Ben is not a persimmon either."

"If they dare to come here to find my bad luck, let them taste the taste of Hongmenghuo."

A hint of curiosity flickered in Zi Li's eyes, but she became extremely serious in her heart, no one knew what the future would hold.

Especially at this juncture, a sword thirteen appeared in the human race.

Whether one person wiped out the branch of the Foreign Spirit Race suddenly appeared, or it was the calculation of the high-level human race.

Although the human race returned from the void, it has no less than any top power.

But in the end, it will still fall into an internal crisis. Once the human turmoil occurs...

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Tianyong City, in the northwest, in an area 70 miles away.

This place is connected to the endless dry sea of ​​8000 million miles in length and width. The wind and sand roar all the year round, and the position of the dry sea is eroded at a rate of hundreds of thousands of miles every year.

However, the scope of the Wild Spirit Market is vast, so who cares about the expansion of the sand sea?

Under a low sand dune is a natural haven. When the night is shrouded in darkness, a small bonfire flickers in the darkness, bringing a ray of light in the endless dark night.

"Brother Thirteen, don't you want to make a sword?"

"How did you run to the edge of the endless dry sea..."

"Aren't you afraid that if there is too much movement, it will cause someone who wants to peep?"

"I really can't figure out your real purpose..."

"Slaughtering hundreds of foreign spirits, I believe that the entire Tianyong City is now in chaos."

"And you also killed the Emperor of Despair, Brother Thirteen, can we make less trouble?"

Sebastian sat by the bonfire, holding a large wine jar, looking at Yunchen who closed his eyes and thought in front of him, and sighed involuntarily.

Although he said so, he really remembered Yun Chen's life-saving grace in his heart.

Now he really has no way out. After the death of a desperate emperor, at least there is still room for compromise.

But with the death of more than 200 foreign spirits, this matter really made a big fuss.

"Brother Sebas, there is no need to worry, the Foreign Spirit Race dare not act rashly for the time being."

"When I succeed in forging the sword, I will send you a fortune."

"I am now hoping that the Foreign Spirit Race will come to die, provided that they dare to come."

"It's about time, it's time for me to forge a sword."

Yun Chen jumped onto the sand dunes and looked up at the sky. His dark pupils were faintly shining with golden brilliance, full of shocking aura.

The next moment, Yun Chen's figure jumped down, crossed his legs in front of the bonfire, and his divine sense rolled out the materials exchanged from Xu Yiyuan in an instant.

Star Iron, Thunder Emperor Iron...and 36 kinds of auxiliary materials are all suspended in front of Yunchen.

I saw Yunchen's palm spread out, a dark purple fire lotus bloomed, and it rose about ten feet in an instant, engulfing all kinds of materials in an instant.

The hot, violent, and extremely destructive Jingshi Tianlian is full of gentle aura under Yunchen's control, just like the evolution of the most ordinary flame.

I don't know when, a mysterious and obscure black ancient seal appeared under Yun Chen's body, its radius directly exceeded three feet, especially the ancient seal was intertwined with twelve ancient talismans.

Obscure, mysterious, ancient, seems to be full of eternity...

Cold, dead, and dark, it seems to come from the eternal nothingness.

Attracted by the ancient seal below her body, Jingshi Tianlian distorts it into various mysterious symbols from time to time, full of endless obscurity and mystery, making it difficult for people to peek into it.

Time goes by every minute and every second, the sun sets and the moon rises, and the moon hides and the sun rises.

After three full days and nights, Yun Chen was still sitting cross-legged, but his face was showing signs of fatigue. Sebastian had been guarding Yun Chen's body all the time, not daring to disturb him in any way.

Even though he is a member of the Spirit Race, he can't see exactly how Yunchen forged the sword.

But he is aware of the changes in the cloud dust. At least three days and nights have passed, and he is already quite tired, not manifested in the body, but from the exhaustion in the soul.

Yun Chen's sword casting method used the divine refining method that he never dared to use lightly, without borrowing any external force, using the soul as the cauldron, and controlling it with the heart.

Forging a sword with one's own mind is a very dangerous and complicated process. It seems ordinary and nothing unusual, but it is just the most complicated.

Every trace of change is controlled by one's own soul...

Ba Jianzong dominated a small era, from Sword One to Sword Twelve, there were twelve peak powerhouses.

What is relied on is not only terrifying power, but also the domineering sword forged by everyone with their whole life.

Ba Jianzong's sword is poured with its own spirit, blood, and essence, so that its sword can awaken itself, possess its master's cultivation, experience, and martial arts, and even be able to incarnate thousands of times independently.

But this method requires years of accumulation, and even more so, countless killings, and it is even impossible to awaken in a lifetime.

Otherwise, Ba Jianzong only gave birth to twelve suzerains in one era, which is enough to explain the difficulty of awakening and the abnormality of Ba Jianzong's skills.

However, Yunchen saves this complicated process. He has the method of attracting, casting, and giving birth to spirits, which can attract the spirits of heaven and earth and make them awaken in one step.

Just water it with your own blood, let the sword turn into a human, possessing the most terrifying will.

Moreover, Yunchen used the power of nothingness to evolve the seals of the twelve profound meanings, and in the smelting of the sword a little bit, as long as the sword is [-]%, it ushered in the refinement of the heavenly tribulation.

It will be possible to reach the sky in one step, have an independent life, and may even become an adult directly.

But the forging process cannot be disturbed at all, so Yunchen chose this area, the most important thing is that this area belongs to the alternation of life and death, and the birth and death of all spirits in the world are cycled here.

Time flies like an arrow, and another three days and nights have passed!

Yun Chen didn't stop on the way, but still focused on forging the sword, even if he was in a state of exhaustion, he still didn't give up.

"boom!"

At [-] noon on the seventh day, the calm and dead edge of the dry sea was like a bolt from the blue, bursting out with an endless ancient and majestic momentum.

I saw a ray of brilliance fighting for nine days, and the endless and terrifying sword power converged, just like a sleeping dragon roaring.

Boundless brilliance, vast power!
A large pitch-black sword appeared in front of Yun Chen, nine feet long and one and a half feet wide, as if a door panel was suspended in the void.

The sword body is as black as ink, but there is a cyan cloud pattern shining in the center of the sword body, full of endless mysterious atmosphere.

And that cyan cloud pattern is precisely caused by the smelting of chaotic bronze. After seven full days and nights, the Bajian has already taken shape, and below it is the method of attracting, casting, and birthing spirits.

"Use my blood spirit to attract all spirits in the world!"

"Cast Immortal Sword Spirit!"

"lead!"

Yun Chen directly took out the Innate Thunder Spiritual Liquid, and instantly melted eighteen drops into the soul sea. The dry soul sea and the wasted soul power became full in just an instant.

Endless soul power and blood gathered on the sword body, forming a phantom formation full of mystery.

Thousands of strange lights, the sky and the earth are shining, and everything in a radius of tens of thousands of miles is shrouded in it.

Between the heaven and the earth, countless dots of light are attracted, which belong to the light of all spirits born in the world, and some are even born and died.

The spiritual light is endless, and the tens of thousands of miles between the sky and the earth are all attracted by clouds and dust.

Bits of brilliance melted into the body of the sword bit by bit from the formation...

Every time it is smelted, the blade becomes stronger, bursting out with incomparable power.

The vast divine light was endless, and with the trembling of the sword body, there was finally an endless sword cry, which resounded for hundreds of thousands of miles.

The sword intent runs through the nine heavens and ten places, as if it wants to annihilate the eternal cycle of reincarnation!
(End of this chapter)