When she was copying the Green Snake Cult's nest that day, Pei Yuan got a burnt residual page.

He was not interested in the method of raising snakes recorded in the remaining pages, but the burnt marks on the remaining pages made him think.

In a moment, the spirituality of the remaining pages was not absorbed, and it was preserved.

Now with the launch of Wuxingye's unique technique, the remaining pages seem to be affected, and the scorch marks on it emitted surging heat, burning their arms.

Such an amazing high temperature is beyond the reach of an extraordinary fire. If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be roasted into a burnt corpse in a flash.

Pei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and a true energy floated in his sleeves, suppressing the restless heat.

At this moment, the whole place was silent, and eyes were casting towards the top of the sword furnace.

Fires 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 up to naked eyes, as if turning himself into a stove.

In just a few breaths, the flames in the sword furnace were extinguished and were sucked away by him.

Wu Xingye's whole body seemed to have risen into a ball. A gust of wind blew, as if he was about to fly into the sky. Fireworks also rose in his eyes, and he suddenly vomited, towards the spiritual fragments in the furnace.

The flames spit out were like a stream, but they were green and had no terrifying high temperatures. However, when they fell on those spiritual fragments, a layer of heat suddenly rose.

"Um?"

"What a great fire?"

Unlike most warriors with narrow vision, Ge Yuankai and Zhuge Nan on the platform all looked solemn. The flames sprayed out by Wu Xingye made them feel some threats.

"It's indeed a magic trick." Zhuge Nan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "I just don't know what this flame magic is called. Ge Zhenfu Envoy is knowledgeable. Can I solve my doubts?"

Ge Yuankai smiled and said, "Who can know all kinds of strange skills? Brother Zhuge should not be difficult."

The blue fire blends with the spiritual fragments, and those fragments react fiercely.

Spirituality is beyond the control of ordinary people and is extremely mysterious.

Wu Huaishan shouted lightly, and his palms surged, helping Wu Xingye to suppress the spiritual fragments and always enclosed them in the furnace.

Hundreds of warriors around him did not blink and stared at the two of them, all trying to see how they tame their spirituality and recast their spirits.

Time flows slowly.

For Wu Huaishan, Wu Xingye and his son, each breath became extremely slow, and the blue veins on their foreheads were bulging, making them a little distorted, but at this moment, someone exclaimed at the scene: "It's melted! It's melted!"

The spiritual fragments that even the master of Xuanfei could not do anything to him slowly melted under the blue fire.

Everyone was shocked to see this scene, and many famous masters stood up and looked up at them.

The melted spiritual fragments turned into a stream of water and suspended in the sky. Under the burning of the green fire, Wu Huaishan's true energy was like a sledgehammer, bombarding with one hammer, gradually condensed into a small sword that was two fingers wide and about a foot long.

The little sword buzzes and cicadas roar, and the spirituality is boiling.

Ge Yuankai couldn't help but stand up and murmured: "The spiritual weapon was recast, and it was really done? How could this be possible?"

Pei Yuan also looked at the small sword, then turned his eyes, glanced at the crowd, glanced at Mo He and retreated to the back.

He glanced at the scene and followed quietly.

Hanging behind Mo He, Pei Yuan's aura was subdued, and he gradually discovered that he was heading to the forbidden area of ​​Zhujian Villa and the sword tomb in the back mountain.

The sword tomb is the place where the Wu family burys swords, and it is also the final destination of every sword-casting master. Except for the Wu family, outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Mo He easily bypassed the patrol, and then he entered the sword tomb with one body.

...

In the square, people exclaimed repeatedly, and the small sword trembled continuously, rippling sharp air in the void, piercing through the air and urging a sharp howling.

Everyone's eyes were shining, and many tourists from the world showed greed. This small sword had such power without anyone driving it. If it was controlled by someone, wouldn't it be possible to fight the Xuanfei in the realm of fetal breathing?

The small sword flew in the sky, its light was brilliant, and it was as sharp as a dragon.

Suddenly, a 'clang' fell to the ground.

The light on the small sword faded, and the spirituality quickly dissipated.

Failed?

Or in other words, 99% of the completion was only the last step, solidifying the spirituality and integrating it into the newly cast weapons. This step could not be achieved.

Sighs and regrets kept ringing.

Wu Xingye's face turned pale, as if he had taken time to take time out of his energy and was about to fall to the ground. Wu Huaishan flashed, stabilized his body, landed on the ground, bowed to all directions, and sighed: "I'm afraid that this time the sword-grade will make you go to waste. I put down my bold words in the sword-making villa, but I was unable to make a spiritual soldier. Wu was really ashamed."

He trembled and looked at the signboard of the front hall "Sword Casting Villa", with a complicated expression.

Everyone was talking and in an uproar.

Puhong said with a whisper of Buddha's name, "Why should Mr. Wu be ashamed? The sword-making villa can melt spiritual remnants. I don't know how many people you can beat this hand alone, let alone the prototype of a spiritual soldier. As long as you persevere, there will always be a perfect day."

"Yes! Master Wu, don't be afraid that someone will smash your sword-making villa sign. Who dares to take action? I am the first to turn against him."

"Haha! Master Wu, it's worthwhile to be able to see the power of Ling Gongzi's extraordinary skills today."

...

Amid the noisy and noisy sound, Ge Yuankai looked faint, Zhuge Nan sneered, and suddenly said, "The Master Wu is a good show, but it's a pity that you can save others in this show, but you can't try to dispense yourself."

Wu Huaishan looked at Zhuge Nan and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhuge, Wu will never joke about the reputation of the sword-making villa for thousands of years. He is indeed unable to become a spiritual soldier."

Zhuge Nan said lightly: "You don't need to say this. I don't believe that you can really make spiritual weapons, but you can't make spiritual weapons. What about the spiritual weapons you have obtained? Since it is a sword-grade meeting, why not take them out for everyone to appreciate them?"

As soon as the word "spiritual soldier" came out, the scene was silent again. Everyone turned their eyes to Wuhuaishan, looking for, covetous, surprised... containing all kinds of complex emotions.

Wu Huaishan's expression remained unchanged, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know where Mr. Zhuge got the rumor. How can I collect the so-called spiritual weapons in Zhujian Villa?"

"Is that so? Do you dare to swear with the ancestors of all generations of Zhujian Villa?"

Zhuge Nan's expression was indifferent, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "I think you don't cry until you see the coffin. Mr. Wu San, come out, come and confirm it to everyone."

The next moment, among the crowd, among more than a hundred members of the Yulong Hall, a figure in a cloak stood up and slowly arrived at the venue. He took off his cloak and revealed a face that was extremely similar to Wu Huaishan.

"Uncle San?" Wu Xingye looked at the cloaked man in disbelief.

The news of the recasting of the spiritual soldiers of the Sword-Casting Mountain Villa was leaked, and the leaker was not found. When Wu Xingye saw the man in cloak, he was confused.

"Brother!" The man in the cloak shrank and looked at Wu Huaishan with a little fear, his face full of shame.

Wu Huaishan stared at the man in the cloak, his expression was startled and angry, then took a breath and turned to calm.

"Master Wu Zhuang, if you don't admit it, then I can only let Mr. Wu San tell you in person." Zhuge Nan said slowly: "Everyone comes from afar and see the true face of the spiritual soldiers. Is this a requirement too much?"

With a word, Wu Huaishan was forced into a desperate situation.

There were as many as a thousand martial artists at the scene, and there were even masters like Ge Yuankai and Zhuge Nan, so there was no room for him to agree.

Wu Huaishan's cheeks twitched, and he was about to respond when he heard a loud "boom" sound, like thunder, coming from the back mountain from afar.

...

The sword tomb is full of sword weapons. After thousands of years of accumulation, there are thousands or tens of thousands of swords in the sword tomb, many of which are rusted and even rusted into pieces. However, some swords still emit cold light. Under the cold wind, the sword body sways, and the sound of the clear sword sound comes one after another.

In the old days, every sword was dreamed of by people in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, now, they are useless, and the sound they play is like a sing.

As soon as Mo He entered the sword tomb, a black miasma appeared on his body, like a black wind blew towards the center of the sword tomb.

"Ghost Dragon Miasma?!"

Pei Yuan looked at the black aura that lingered around Mo He, and thoughts moved. Compared to when Mo Shaoming used it, Mo He was more than ten times more skillful.

Moreover, this "Ghost Dragon Miasma" is a magic technique that can be practiced. The two auras are the same, but the size is big fish and shrimps. If it is really necessary, Mo He can swallow the "Ghost Dragon Miasma" created by Mo Shaoming's hard practice in one mouthful to increase his strength.

Sword Tomb Center.

Five tall and majestic men were sitting around a cold light, surrounded by swords on their backs.

All five people reached the nine orifices, poured out the boiling true energy, suppressing the cold light.

Above the cold light, there is a green spiritual fire lingering, becoming the main force to suppress the cold light.

Pei Yuan narrowed his eyes and saw a scimitar of a scimitar in the flashing cold light, like a dream, striking the soul, as if the waning moon in the night sky was falling down.

Pei Yuan recognized the five people at the same time.

Wu Linglong is the youngest daughter of the old owner, ranked ninth, and there are seven older brothers and one older sister above him.

These five people are Wu Linglong's brothers.

"The sword-making villa has a complete spiritual weapon? But it is a scimitar!"

Pei Yuan's face was a little strange.

The sword-making villa has been made for a sword for thousands of years, but the spiritual weapons obtained are swords. I was surprised and I was afraid that I was a little depressed.

Of course, swords and swords are interoperable to some extent. If you can understand the method of forging spiritual weapons from this sword, it can also be used on swords.

"Is Mo He coming for this spiritual soldier?"

As my mind moved, Mo He had already taken action.

As a master of Xuanfeng, he had no sense of a strong man. Faced with the five fetal breath warriors who could not make any moves, he still chose to attack.
To be continued...