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- When copying the old nest of the Green Snake Sect that day, Pei Yuan got a burnt torn page.
He was not interested in the method of raising snakes and controlling snakes recorded in the torn pages, but it was the scorched marks on the torn pages that inspired him.
In one thought, the spirituality of the remaining pages was not absorbed, and it was preserved.
But now with the activation of Wu Xingye's strange technique, the residual page seems to be affected, and the scorched marks on it emit surging heat, burning the arm.
Such an astonishingly high temperature is beyond the reach of extraordinary fire. If it were an ordinary person, he would be roasted into a scorched corpse in an instant.
Pei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and a streak of real energy floated in his sleeve robe, suppressing the restless heat.
At this moment, the audience was silent, and all eyes were cast on the top of the sword furnace.
One after another flames rose from the furnace, like snakes and dragons, flying in the air, Wu Xingye took a breath, like a long whale swallowing water.
Hula!
Countless flames poured into his mouth, and his abdomen swelled visible to the naked eye, as if turning himself into a furnace.
In just a few breaths, the flames in the sword furnace went out, and all of them were sucked away by him.
Wu Xingye's whole body seemed to swell into a ball, and when a gust of wind blew, it seemed that he was about to fly into the sky. There were also fireworks rising in his eyes, and he suddenly vomited towards the spiritual fragments in the furnace.
The flame spewed out was like a stream, but it was emerald green in color and didn't have a frighteningly high temperature, but when it fell on the spiritual fragments, a layer of heat instantly rose.
"Um?"
"What a powerful fire?"
Unlike most of the narrow-minded warriors, Ge Yuankai and Zhuge Nan on the high platform all looked solemn, and the flames spouted by Wu Xingye made them feel some threat to the mysterious masters.
"It really is a strange art." Zhuge Nan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "I just don't know what this fire art is called. Envoy Ge Zhenfu is well-informed, can you explain it for me?"
Ge Yuankai chuckled: "There are so many strange arts, who can know all about them? Brother Zhuge, don't be embarrassing."
Jade Fire blended with spiritual fragments, and those fragments produced a fierce reaction.
Spirituality is something extraordinary people can control, and it is extremely mysterious.
Wu Huaishan let out a soft drink, and the true energy in his palms surged wildly, assisting Wu Xingye to suppress the spiritual fragments, keeping them trapped in the furnace.
Hundreds of warriors around did not blink their eyes, staring at the movements of the two, wanting to see how they tame their spirituality and recast their spiritual soldiers.
Time flows slowly.
For Wu Huaishan, Wu Xingye and his son, every breath became extremely slow, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging, and they looked a little distorted, but at this moment, someone on the scene exclaimed: "It melted! It melted!"
The spiritual fragments that even the masters of Xuantai could not do anything to, slowly melted under the green fire.
Everyone stared at this scene in amazement, and many famous masters stood up and looked up.
The melted spiritual fragments turned into a stream of water suspended in the air. Under the calcination of the green fire, Wu Huaishan's true essence was like a sledgehammer, and it was bombarded with each hammer, and gradually condensed into a small sword with the width of two fingers and the length of a foot.
The little sword hummed and cicadas chirped, spiritually boiling.
Ge Yuankai couldn't help but stand up, and muttered: "Recasting the spirit soldier, it's really done? How is this possible?"
Pei Yuan also looked at the small sword, then turned his eyes, glanced at the crowd, saw Mo He's figure disappearing, and retreated to the rear.
He took a look at the scene and followed quietly.
Hanging behind Mo He, Pei Yuan restrained his breath, and gradually realized that he was going in the forbidden area of ??Zhujian Villa, Houshan Sword Tomb.
The Sword Tomb is the place where the swords of the Wu family are buried, and it is also the final destination of every swordsmith. Except for the Wu family, no outsiders are allowed to enter.
Mo He easily bypassed the patrolling guards, and entered the sword mound with a vertical movement
In the square, people screamed in surprise, the little sword trembled unceasingly, rippling a sharp aura in the void, piercing through the air, prompting a sharp whistling.
Everyone's eyes are flooded, and many quacks are greedy. This small sword is so powerful when no one is driving it. If it is mastered, wouldn't it be possible to fight Xuantai in the realm of fetal breath?
?The small sword fluttered in the sky, its brilliance was bright, and it looked like a dragon.
Suddenly, it fell to the ground with a 'choke'.
The brilliance on the little sword faded away, and the spirituality quickly collapsed.
Failed?
In other words, it is 99% complete, but it is the last step to solidify the spirituality and integrate it into the newly cast weapon. This step cannot be achieved.Stepping in the void, the changes are erratic, unpredictable, and the shadows of the palms cover the sky and cover the sky, hitting the two of them to fall.
Pei Yuan took advantage of the situation and slapped the void with his palm, and borrowed the strength of a recoil, his figure rose again, caught up with the scimitar, and grabbed it with his big hand.
Immediately, his face changed, and a surge of spirituality poured in.
With his strength, it is easy to suppress, but don't think about driving it easily.
Boom!
The sky shook, and Pei Yuan flew away with his spiritual soldiers to the outside of Zhujian Villa.
"Want to run?" Qiao Shuangliang, how could Mo He be reconciled to him taking the Lingbing away, and immediately mobilized his true energy to catch up.
Pei Yuan is unwilling to use Zhujian Villa as a battlefield. With the combat power of Xuantai masters, even if Zhujian Villa occupies a hill with a vast area, once the battle starts, it will be smashed into ruins in just a few moments.
In the future, if Wu Linglong finds out
As soon as they arrived at the square, one after another looked at them, Ge Yuankai and Zhuge Nan raised their arms, and Yang He's eyes flickered, looking at the brilliant spirit soldier andXiao Shishilang!
With a loud shout.
"Xiao Shishilang, come and fight me."
Yang He stomped continuously, taking nine steps in a row, the aura in his body soared rapidly, climbing to the peak in the blink of an eye, and strands of electric fire rose between his brows.
"Electricity is generated in the empty room! The fetal breath is successful!" Many people at the scene looked at Yang He. Could it be that this son of the Yang family in Jintang is going to be promoted to the mysterious fetus today?
"My father was able to rise from adversity back then, and today I, Yang He, can do it too. So what about the mysterious fetus? Break it for me!" Yang He drew his sword to the sky, and slashed out like a stream of light. At the same time, the breath in his body rose again by one. The levels are in harmony with the divine will, and there is a vague movement of wind and clouds, which is exactly the atmosphere before the formation of the mysterious fetus.
"Um?"
Pei Yuan cast his eyes down, and chopped off with a backhand palm. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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