Chapter 943: Casting Sword Spirit

Zhu Minglang dismisses this!

The gods and the like are quite tempting.

But God treats him well. Recently, Zhu Minglang has also clearly felt that his Fuchen Godhead seems to be extraordinary. Probably this is the treatment that the champion of the Dragon Gate should have.

Presumably, I will be no less than the Big Dipper Seven Gods in the future, there is no need to compromise for the sake of this little god, and I have to take a longer-term view.

The most important thing is that Zhu Minglang is very satisfied with his authority as a god. The evil sword fairy's crooked ways that are incompatible with the world are not suitable for a person like himself with a sense of demeanor!

Zhu Minglang naturally refused, but fortunately, Jian Linglong could also hold on, so that Zhu Minglang could keep awake at all times, so that he would not be fooled.

"Zhu Zun, it's untied, let's slip away!" Ling Song said.

At this time, Zhu Minglang finally saw the return of the four walls, and the stairs finally appeared.

Walking up the wooden stairs to the first floor, Zhu Minglang saw lightning, thunder, ice and fire outside the pagoda. It was obvious that the battle had never stopped.

As soon as Zhu Minglang stepped out of the door, he saw the female arhat in sackcloth standing there, her forehead was covered with sweat, her arms and fists were fighting slightly, and the golden fighting flames on her body were even brighter. It was dark.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are some bloodstains on the wide sleeves of her sackcloth, which should be injured by a sword.

Sure enough, this female arhat was no match for Linghuling.

The female arhat focused all her attention on Linghu Ling, she never thought that two thieves had sneaked into the pagoda.

She turned her back to Zhu Minglang and Ling Song, and her eyes were on Linghu Ling who was standing on the eaves. At this time, Linghu Ling had already summoned part of the green flying sword, probably because the two spent too much time in the pagoda. At that time, she had to show her true strength in order to deal with this female arhat at the level of a god.

"Please give way!"

Zhu Minglang's temper is not very good now, his eyes are evil and sharp, he saw the female arhat standing in front of him, so he walked over and took the female arhat off the stairs before the other party reacted. Kicked up and down!

When the female arhat felt someone was behind her, it was already too late, and Zhu Minglang kicked her directly to the bottom of the steps, and fell heavily on the hard stone bricks, still landing on her face!

Ling Song on the side looked dumbfounded.

This... This kicks directly on the ass of the female arhat,

And kicked so hard!

Zhu Minglang is very irritable now, he will not be polite to anyone who stands in his way!

The female arhat got up, turned her head and looked at Zhu Minglang with extreme annoyance, she patted the dust on her body, and the fighting flames on her body became inexplicably vigorous, as if Zhu Minglang's humiliation kicked out her potential .

Standing there, Zhu Minglang suddenly appeared one after another soul mountains behind him. These soul mountains were layered on top of each other, and each layer was higher than the next layer. The top could not be seen at all. However, when you stared carefully, you would find this behind Zhu Minglang The horrified scene is not the soul mountain at all, but one after another of the ancient holy demons, they have three heads and six arms, they are immortal demon souls, and their evil light is soaring into the sky...

Seeing this scene, the female arhat stood there dumbfounded as if her soul had been taken away, and soon a sense of fear born from the depths of her soul spread throughout her body like a deep cold air. It made her tremble all over, and she couldn't help but want to howl in pain!

"let's go."

Zhu Minglang walked past this female arhat. The female arhat completely lost the courage to resist, she even backed away to the side, and kept chanting the blessing words of Tianshu Lord Huachou.

However, Zhu Minglang is the one who cut off the body of Hua Qiu Shenyou. It is useless to say such words of blessing in front of him. Instead, it will produce a more mysterious sense of oppression and fear, which will defeat this female arhat's respect for the gods. cognition!

Zhu Minglang swaggered out of the pagoda and temple.

After blowing a whistle, Fengyue Bailong and Yan Wanglong flew over one after another, one on the left and one on the right, no matter how many powerful men and gods from Tianshu Shenyu were sent outside the pagoda and temple, Zhu Minglang has no fear!

In fact, Zhu Minglang's half-evil state is quite terrifying now. The violent breath of those mysterious ancient holy demons is being released through Zhu Minglang's body. Few gods in Tianshu dare to face this mysterious The ancient holy demon army! !

Tens of thousands of ascetic monks were outside, Zhu Minglang jumped on the white dragon of Fengyue, and the king of hell dragon opened the way.

As soon as they flew into the sky, these tens of thousands of ascetic monks also climbed into the clouds and flew into the sky together. They held bundles of silver hemp ropes and threw them at each other in the air, forming a huge net of trapped demons in an extreme time.

Zhu Minglang held a sword in his left hand, which was the Yinxixie Sword, which was just born, and it was Jianxielong.

"Shua!!!!"

With a slash of the sword, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and then ten thousand demons burst out of the sky, and the souls of the gods and demons were comparable to the weapons of magic weapons all over the sky, massacring those ascetic monks crazily! !

The body and limbs of the ascetic monk fell down, causing a rain of blood in the pagoda, temple and surrounding areas.

Zhu Minglang will never be soft-hearted when dealing with these lackeys of Hua Qiu, and kill as many as they stand in front of them!

Thousands of ascetic monks were killed, and the power erupted by the sword evil dragon must have reached the level of a god. Not to mention that these ascetic monks who have not yet transformed into gods cannot bear it, I am afraid that the female arhat and the two master monks are standing in front of Zhu Minglang , will also be beheaded!

This unstoppable evil made Linghuling even more worried. She looked at Zhu Minglang who was slaughtering in the air, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not tell God Yuheng about Zhu Minglang's evil state.

She flew to Zhu Minglang's side, and said to Zhu Minglang, "Time is running out, leave here first."

"Okay!" Zhu Minglang was not obsessed with killing, he put away his sword, and flew north on Fengyue White Dragon.

Seeing that Zhu Minglang gave up immediately, Linghuling also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that Zhu Minglang still maintained his own consciousness, and the reason for killing was only because of his grievances with Hua Qiu.

Linghu Ling also knew that since Zhu Minglang cut off Hua Qiu's imaginary body at Longmen, then only one of him and Hua Qiu can survive in Beidou Shenzhou, and he has no mercy towards the enemy!

"Evil energy has already entered the body..." Zhu Minglang said.

"There is still some time before dawn." Linghuling said.

"The Yeran sword is a night sword, and its power will be much stronger at night. After dawn, the Yeran sword will be much weaker, and it will be even more unfavorable to me at that time." Zhu Minglang said.

"Then..." Linghu Ling didn't know what to say for a while, seeing Zhu Minglang's situation, she also felt a little anxious and helpless.

"It should be too late. If something happens, I will cripple my arm. The sword evil dragon has already eroded my arm." Zhu Minglang raised his left hand as he spoke.

His left hand has grown together with the sword evil dragon without a hilt, and his left hand is like a part of the sword evil dragon.

Jianxielong is just a newborn evil baby devil boy, it needs vitality as its host, if it is delayed, Zhu Minglang will not only be corroded by his arms, it may be his entire body.

"One-armed is also good, many peerless masters are one-armed." Ling Song said.

After saying this, Ling Song saw the eyes of Zhu Minglang and Linghu Ling, so he shut up obediently.

...

When we arrived at Guwang Town, it was already daylight.

At the edge of the town, Zhu Minglang saw a desolate ancient village. There are many abandoned stoves, iron troughs, weapon racks, and foundry workshops in the entire ancient village...

It seems that this place was indeed a casting village in the past, and it was also brilliant. The scale is not small, but it is a bit old and long.

Zhu Tianguan is already at the furnace.

The furnace had obviously been abandoned for too long, and many places were malfunctioning. It took Zhu Tianguan all night to get it to work.

The furnace is already heating up, and it is filled with some flammable fire ambergris crystals. Hong Geng, incarnate as a firesmith, is pushing the wheels of the train again and again, so that the entire furnace can grind those saliva crystals faster, so that The fire intensified.

"You guys are here, are the sword materials ready?" Zhu Tianguan didn't have time to lift his head, and was washing the sword groove again and again to ensure that it would not be contaminated with any impurities.

Zhu Minglang handed the remaining pieces of the Silver Sun to Zhu Tianguan, and at this moment Linghu Ling held Zhu Minglang's hand.

"Use your right hand." Linghuling reminded.

It was only then that Zhu Minglang realized that the hand he reached out to take the Shard of Silver Sun was his left hand.

He is used to using his right hand to fetch things on weekdays. This behavior clearly shows that he is dominated by Jianxielong!

Once you let your left hand touch the Fragment of the Silver Sun, it is very likely that the rest of the Fragment of the Silver Sun will be absorbed by the Sword Evil Dragon...

Zhu Minglang broke out in a cold sweat!

It felt like he was only a small step away from going into evil and becoming a fairy. Fortunately, Linghu Ling stopped her in time.

Could it be that Linghuling is the little angel sent by Zheng Cang, who pulled herself back on the right path at a critical moment...

Changing hands, Zhu Minglang handed the pieces of silver light to Zhu Tianguan. Zhu Tianguan didn't touch them with his hands, but caught the pieces of silver light with a hot melting basin.

"Blood." When Zhu Tianguan was casting, his overall temperament was different from that of ordinary old urchins. He was serious, focused, and had nothing else in his eyes except the casting. Uncle, the right word is Uncle Tianguan.

"What blood?" Zhu Minglang asked in confusion.

"Your blood should come from the tiger's mouth. At the Forest of Abandoned Swords, I used the rusty swords you used to practice swords as the sword material. Those rusty swords drank your blood. To cast a handle that only belongs to Your sword spirit needs your blood." Zhu Tianguan said.

"Oh, good!" Zhu Minglang asked the sword spirit dragon to cut open the tiger's mouth of his palm, and then let his blood slowly drip onto the melting silver shards.

The Fragment of Silver Sun quickly melted into silver liquid, and after being mixed with Zhu Minglang's blood, a trace of dark red was revealed. Because of the blood of God, this bright red was constantly shining during the melting process. It is brighter and more dazzling than lava, and it is not inferior to the broken silver that melted into liquid!

"Okay, you can go out and leave the rest to me." Zhu Tianguan needed absolute concentration, and someone panting next to him would feel it as a disturbance.

Hong Geng, the temporary firesmith, also left, and everyone left the ancient village, looking at the continuous green rain in the sky, they could only calm down and wait slowly.

It's a pity that everything didn't go smoothly as they expected. At the Wushi Mountain in the ancient village, the rocks began to roll down, and then the skin of the Wushi Mountain seemed to be peeled off by some force, and the whole building was covered by a large area of ​​Wushi. The covered mountain slid down, and then there was an extremely terrifying rolling stone flow rushing towards the ancient village along the hillside.

On Wushi Mountain, a wild dragon with a saw-like back and a red body like a maple fire pierced the entire mountain. The tall tower body swayed in mid-air, and the whole body continuously emitted flames, like fireballs erupting from a volcano. Throw it down the mountain!

"Yanfeng Dragon God???"

"Earth Sword Sect!!"

Ling Song said in astonishment when he saw the astonishing fire dragon on Wushi Mountain.

"Didn't it mean that they would never make it before noon?" Zhu Minglang glanced at the sky, it was still early in the morning! !

"It must be that the ridges and ridges of Tianshu and Yuheng are already bordering each other. I didn't take this into consideration," Ling Song said.