Chapter 943 Tokorogi

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Chapter 943

Wanjian Mountain Range, Wanjian Pavilion.

With the establishment of thirty-six states by Chu Xingyun and the vigorous implementation of reform measures, the status of Wanjiange in the hearts of the people has become higher and higher. There is no hatred, no complaints, and they are sincerely willing to surrender.

Under such a trend, Wanjiange no longer has the decline of the day. Today, on the continuous and majestic Wanjian Mountains, there are palaces, attics, and countless pavilions. The majesty of the temperament is enough to make people feel small. Feel.

Inside the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, countless figures rushed around.

These figures are all new disciples from all over the thirty-six states.

Thirty-six prefectures were originally eighteen dynasties and eighteen ancient cities, with a vast territory and tens of billions of people. If Wanjiange wants to prosper forever, it must constantly absorb fresh blood and revive it.

The big and small matters of recruiting disciples are all governed by the teaching line, the law enforcement line is in charge of supervision, and the internal affairs line provides various needs. The three lines help each other and complement each other, and together maintain the good operation of Wanjiange.

In the depths of Wanjiange Pavilion, under a hidden cliff, this is the location of the Sword Tomb.

After Chu Xingyun became the master of Wanjiange Pavilion, the existence of Jianzhong gradually became known to everyone, but Jianzhong was still a forbidden area of ​​Wanjiange, and no one except Chu Xingyun was allowed to enter.

At this moment, within the vast Sword Tomb, there was complete silence, not even the slightest sound could be heard.

In the field of vision, wisps of mist swirl around the wasteland covered with sword weapons. The mist is milky white, like a sword, exuding a sharp aura, and these mist condense with each other, finally turning into a blurry and huge void. The shadow, suspended in the void, looks like a human, not a human, like some kind of mysterious creature.

This phantom is exactly the sword spirit condensed from thousands of sword weapons.

Although this sword spirit is still in its infancy, the aura of the sword it exudes is extremely pure. Looking at the past deeply, its existence is like a sword that can point directly to the peak of the sword.

And below the sword spirit, there stands a stone platform. On the stone platform, Chu Xingyun, dressed in black, sits there. He closes his eyes, breathes finely and evenly, and his breath is like a sword, as if he has merged with the sword spirit. One body, people can't feel his existence.

In the void not far from Chu Xingyun, the black hole epee is quietly suspended, and the heavy and dark sword body is filled with a smear of black sword light. The sword light condenses and turns into a dark halo, deep and mysterious, even if you look at it At a glance, they will all be absorbed in.

Hum!

At this moment, the pitch-black halo suddenly trembled, breaking the silence of the space.

There was only the sound of humming and creeping, and one after another mysterious black light bloomed from the halo, and went straight to the void. The sound became more and more alarming, causing the entire void to tremble.

What's even more strange is that at this moment, the black sword pattern on the center of Chu Xingyun's eyebrows also began to squirm, his eyes slowly opened, and a ray of magic light disappeared in his pupils, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly rose, The sound of the sword chanting moved, and the swords on the wasteland trembled, as if welcoming the coming of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords.

"Condensation!"

A low voice spit out from Chu Xingyun's mouth.

But seeing him make complicated handprints with both hands, the imprints fell into the dark halo, and all the black light disappeared suddenly. Immediately, a dark figure walked out of the halo, with a high-spirited posture and light steps, and when it came to Chu Xingyun, it was respectful Knelt down on his left knee.

"See Master!" The pitch-black figure said respectfully, he slowly raised his head, his facial features were no different from Gu Fanxing's, except that his eyes were a little hollow, without the slightest expression.

This figure, of course, is not Gu Fanxing, but Chu Xingyun's slave to the black hole refined by using the black hole epee and Gu Fanxing's body. His cultivation has reached the realm of Nirvana.

"Let's step back for the time being." Chu Xingyun nodded, waved his hand, and the slave of the black hole immediately bowed to accept the order, moved his footsteps, and plundered towards the periphery of the sword mound, not daring to slack off.

The slaves of the black hole originated from the black hole epee. As the sword holder of the black hole epee, Chu Xingyun has the highest control. Even if the cultivation of these black hole slaves is far better than him, he will never disobey orders.

On the periphery of the sword mound, there are some figures standing tall, thirty-seven in total, eighteen are sword masters, eighteen are star generals, and the last one is Fan Wujie.

Chu Xingyun looked at Gu Fanxing's rushing back, opened his mouth lightly, and slowly let out a long sigh of relief.

"After a period of continuous collection and summarization, we finally gathered the cultivation resources. Eighteen black hole sword slaves, eighteen black hole star generals, and two Nirvana slaves. Such a strong configuration is no longer a big Luo Jinmen. And under the Temple of God." Chu Xingyun murmured, his eyes flickering.

Everyone thought that after the bloody battle, the top experts of Xingchen Ancient Sect and Wanjiange had died on the spot. Although Wanjiange was big, the strong were empty and their strength was even weaker.

Because of this, Daluo Jinmen and Shenxiao Temple dared to attack on a large scale, delusional about annexing the thirty-six states.

As everyone knows, after a long period of resource accumulation, thirty-six Yin-Yang masters and two Nirvana experts were finally refined into slaves of the black hole and survived in another way.

And these black hole slaves are just one of Chu Xingyun's trump cards, and outsiders don't even know their existence.

"It's just..." Suddenly, Chu Xingyun elongated his tone, his expression gradually became a little dignified, his eyes moved, and he looked behind him.

On that piece of wasteland, there are actually huge boulders piled up one after another, half a person's height, and the number is astonishing. Moreover, the boulders are quite weird, showing rare colorful colors, flickering and flickering, giving people a sense of wonder.

Give a sense of thick and mysterious.

These boulders in front of us are called the essence of hardware.

As we all know, hardware is gold, silver, copper, iron, and tin, which are the most basic forged stone materials, and the so-called essence of hardware is the essence refined from endless hardware.

For blacksmiths, the essence of hardware is not easy to come by. It is called the perfect forging material. Just a little bit of it can greatly improve the success rate of forging and the grade of weapons and equipment.

The essence of hardware in front of Chu Xingyun is not a strand or a strand, but condensed into huge stones, stacked one by one. If anyone knows this, they will be stunned and sigh his terrible background.

"After the thirty-six prefectures fully implemented reforms, the common people were willing to hand over the cultivation resources in their hands, and the resources from all prefectures and regions were also gathered, and all of them were brought into my hands. However, these hardware essences are still too few after all."

"At this moment, the sword spirit and I had a sympathy. The endless burning of the Habitat of the Dead also made the fire spirit develop a bit of spirituality. As long as enough hardware essence is gathered, the condensing can be formally started. Unfortunately, it is still all The difference is huge..."

After the words fell, Chu Xingyun's expression became more and more ugly.

The amount of hardware essence he wanted to collect was huge, and only by gathering all the hardware from the thirty-six states, leaving nothing and no energy spared, could he be able to gather together.

Right now, all the essence of hardware collected by Wanjiange comes from the market, only two or three out of ten, and the rest are all in the hands of the common people, so it is very difficult to collect.

If Chu Xingyun issued an order to make the common people dig three feet into the ground and forcibly hand over all the hardware, it would certainly be able to gather enough hardware essence, but in this way, the thirty-six prefectures would surely be full of complaints and mourning road.

However, seven days have passed since the 30-day deadline. Every minute and every second, the situation at Yanxiang Pass will become more and more dangerous. How to collect the essence of hardware as soon as possible is imminent!

Thinking of this, Chu Xingyun couldn't help becoming a little irritable, his eyes were slightly closed, and when he was about to meditate and concentrate, he suddenly felt an extremely familiar breath coming, and the speed was extremely fast, approaching Wanjian Mountain in the blink of an eye.

However, Chu Xingyun did not feel happy because of this familiar breath, on the contrary, he immediately frowned, his face became extremely dignified, and said to himself: "Senior Lin, why did he come suddenly? "

Chu Xingyun ordered that before the 30-day deadline, Lin Tianchong must guard Yanxiang Pass with all his strength, and he must not leave half a step. At this moment, Lin Tianchong has come to Wanjian Mountain, and the speed is still so fast.

This can't help but make a thought appear in Chu Xingyun's mind: Yanxiang Pass, something happened!

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