Chapter 1235: Forging the Sword Again

After Huan fell down due to vomiting blood, he heard that the sword he forged also collapsed on its own, and was then treated as garbage by the people and cleared away.

Of course, these Huan Yin had no time to care. Since then, he has been in a state of collapse, bedridden, and often vomits blood, making him look terminally ill.

That day, Huan Yin suffered a huge blow. The divine sword he forged with the mighty power of heaven and earth after painstaking meditation contained his own strong will. In his opinion, it was his own masterpiece and a rare divine sword. But how could he have imagined that the people actually thought the sword was useless and didn't even use it as a sword at all.

Huan Yin couldn't figure out why this happened. He never forgot to forge swords throughout his life, and he regarded this as one of the foundations of his Taoism. However, why did not even the most ordinary people recognize him? Could it be that his lifelong sword-making skills were really in vain? Or has he made a mistake somewhere, or perhaps his will has long lost its imperial nature and he can no longer afford the people's worship?

While Huan was in bed, many people who cared about him came to see him, including Ku Lao. They all looked concerned and hoped Huan Yin would recover soon. However, Huan Yin's condition was really bad, and it seemed that it was difficult to get out of bed.

Naturally, Huan Yin didn't see it. Ku Lao and Hu Hu were concerned about Huan Yin in front of others, but in private, they had secret conversations countless times. Their relationship seemed to be very close, and they were talking about how long Huan Yin could live, whether Huan Yin's heart was about to completely collapse, and so on.

Huan Yin was bedridden for three months. After that, he finally got better and could get out of bed and move around freely. However, his face was still extremely ugly and his condition was still extremely bad. Occasionally, when you cough, you will inevitably cough up blood.

Everyone said that Huan Yin was holding on, and even asked Hu Hu to continue to refine the elixir, hoping that Huan Yin could get better. However, Huan Yin stubbornly refused everyone's good intentions. Ever since he was able to move on his own, he had locked himself in the room again. He said that he would organize his sword-making ideas again and make swords for the Eight Heavens of the East again.

Everyone tried to persuade me, but it was all in vain. The ones who persuaded him the most were Huzi and Ku Lao. However, they tried to persuade others in front of them, but they sneered behind them. It seemed that Huan Yin would not give up making swords even if they were dead long ago. He knew that the harder he and others persuaded him, the more stubborn Huan Yin would be.

Huan Yin locked himself up, and another whole month passed. For a month, no one could enter Huan Yin's room, not even Bai Kui. And everyone could hear Huan Yin talking to himself crazily in the room all day long, and they didn't know what he was talking about. Judging from his tone, he seems to have become somewhat obsessed with sword-making.

A month later, Huan Yin walked out of the room. He had lost a lot of weight. Everyone's expressions changed when they saw Huan Yin looking so haggard as if he was terminally ill. Especially when I saw Huan Yin's face as pale as paper, my heart tightened even more.

However, just when everyone was about to give Huan Yin a few words of advice, Huan Yin flew away, leaving only one sentence: "I want to go to the mountains to understand the art of making swords."

Everyone had no choice but to go to Huan Yin's room and take a look. Their expressions suddenly changed wildly. Huan Yin's room is full of crumpled waste paper. These waste papers are filled with a lot of things, but this is not the key. The key is that these papers are more or less filled with blood, and some are even bright red.

It seems that during the month when Huan Yin locked himself in the house, he was coughing up blood and sorting out his thoughts.

At a certain moment, no one noticed that Huzi and Ku Lao looked at each other. Their faces were full of worry, but their deep eyes contained surprise, excitement, and endless gloom.

No one knows which mountain Huan Yin went to. Although everyone was worried about Huan Yin's safety and sent people out to search for him, Huan Yin seemed to have disappeared, with no trace at all.

Of course, this is apart from the beard and the old man. The two of them seemed to have special abilities. They actually found Huan Yin quietly the day after Huan Yin left.

So, they began to observe Huan Yin every day to see what Huan Yin was doing, how he was doing, and what would happen next.

Of course, they would never be discovered by Huan Yin. They are like ghosts hiding in the dark, haunting Huan Yin, but Huan Yin is not even aware that he has been tortured.

Huan Yin stayed in the mountains for a long time, and Huzi and Ku Lao also observed for a long time. Gradually, both of them discovered that although Huan Yin was studying hard all the time in the mountains, his condition was getting worse and worse day by day.

Huan Yin still coughed up blood every day. The key was that as he studied more, he seemed to have reached a dead end, and he gradually became more and more like a madman. It seems that if Huan Yin continues to develop like this, there is a high chance that he will die directly in the mountain. And even if he didn't die in the mountains, since he still couldn't get over the hurdle of forging swords, he probably wouldn't live much longer.

"It's been three months. Do you want to give him another strong dose?" One day three months later, Huzi and Ku Lao came to Huan Yin's vicinity again to observe. Huzi looked at it for a while and seemed a little impatient, so he quietly transmitted the message.

Ku Lao shook his head and responded: "Don't alert the snake. We have finally reached this point in our business. He has completely reached a dead end and will never come out again. His death is only a matter of time. What should we do now? I'm afraid that if he gets the clue, it will be counterproductive."

Hu Zi transmitted again: "But... his cultivation is too strong, I'm afraid he can delay for a long time and something unexpected will happen."

Ku Lao said: "No matter how strong his cultivation is, it's useless if his heart is blocked. What's more, I think he will not be able to resist forging a sword for Dongfang Batian again in a short time. At that time, we will repeat the old play, he will die on the spot, and we will succeed!"

Just when he said this, Huan Yin in the mountain below suddenly stood up and shouted madly: "I know, I know, I know!"

The two of them quickly looked up and saw Huan Yin's face full of excitement, and in an instant, he flew away to the sky. Looking at the direction where Huan Yin left, it was above Dongfang Batian.

"It's hard to say, this is the opportunity!" Ku Lao smiled grimly and looked at Huan Yin who was going away. Then, the two of them flew out immediately and followed Huan Yin.

Less than half a minute later, all the people of Dongfang Batian saw that the wind and clouds in the sky began to roll up, and they became stronger and stronger, and more and more unstoppable, as if something big was about to happen.

Everyone stopped and stood to watch. Just when the whole Dongfang Batian was full of strong winds and some people were even about to lose their balance, a terrifying cyclone quickly formed above Dongfang Batian, and soon it connected the sky and the earth, with amazing momentum!

This cyclone, which had only appeared for a short time, was even thicker and more amazing than the cyclone caused by Huan Yin when he forged the sword.

And soon, a figure rushed towards the center of the cyclone, and even crashed directly into it, and reached the inside of the cyclone. This person was Huan Yin. After he entered, he roared: "Use air as a furnace, use me as a material, and ask thunder as a flame to forge a sword for Dongfang Batian!"

The voice was so strong that no one in the whole Dongfang Batian could not hear it. Everyone was infected by Huan Yin's voice, and was even more shaken by the changes in the world at this moment. They all showed tremors and surprise on their faces, and many people pointed at what was happening in the sky and exclaimed.

Naturally, Huan Yin, who was now inside the cyclone and had to forge the sword for Dongfang Batian again, probably didn't notice what was happening below. So he didn't know that he was clearly using the same trick again, and even the changes caused by the sword forging and the words he shouted were the same, except that the momentum was stronger, but everyone below was just as if they had never experienced all this, with surprise on their faces.

Of course, Huan Yin would not even think about why the people who had sneered at him before, today, did not subconsciously show an expression of disgust, and no one jumped out to curse and try to stop him.