When the blind and the mute saw this scene, they felt relieved, looked at each other, and nodded.

Qin Mu mobilized his own insights through tempering as they expected. He not only learned the knowledge taught by the two men during the forging process, but also mastered them proficiently.

Not only that, Qin Mu entered a mysterious state, integrating his own perception, his own understanding of the Tao, his spirit, and even his own heart into the casting!

When he was forging, halos appeared around his body, and phantoms of ancient gods emerged from all over his body. Halos of various sizes surrounded the ancient gods, symbolizing the great way of the universe.

The loud Taoist sound came, his perception, his heart of Tao, his persistence, and his efforts, as he hit the molded magic weapon one after another.

He turned his great way runes and his magical powers into microscopics. As the sledgehammer fell, he was deeply imprinted in every microscopic particle of the divine weapon, and imprinted it very seriously.

Whenever his vitality and spiritual consciousness are exhausted, he will take a sip of Hongmeng Yuan Liquid. When the magic weapon is too fierce, he will use Hongmeng Yuan Liquid to soak and temper it at any cost.

After the mute and the blind man refined the butcher's magic sword, they saw Qin Mu still tempering and staying asleep, and couldn't help but be surprised.

However, the two of them didn't think much about it. After all, Qin Mu learned a lot, and micro-casting must be time-consuming and labor-intensive.

The two elders rested for a while, turned on the furnace again, and helped the cripple to refine boots and gloves.

Refining treasures for the cripple is more time-consuming than building the butcher's magic sword. The cripple's martial arts are unique, and it requires the treasures to pass through various seals along with him, which is a treasure that improves his stealing skills.

This is a great test for both the mute and the blind.

After more than twenty days had passed since the two of them became cripple treasures, they breathed a sigh of relief. When they looked back, they saw Qin Mu still refining his magic weapon.

However, it can be seen that Qin Mu was also refining a sword, a very ordinary divine sword, and there was no extraordinary thing about it.

However, Qin Mu had already used the heavenly palaces in his spiritual fetus God's hiding to force the imprints with the heavenly palace!

"The power of Mu'er's magic weapon is scary!" The two of them looked at each other and said in their hearts.

They could see that Qin Mu's divine weapon was just the appearance of a sword, but actually carried Qin Mu's ambitions and ambitions. It was not just a sword, but could change its shape at will, so it was so complicated to create.

The strange phenomena around Qin Mu gathered together. As the last hammer fell, the hammer hit the divine sword with a tingling sound. Suddenly the divine sword was broken.

The mute and the blind man were shocked and rushed to his side quickly. They saw that the divine sword that Qin Mu had worked hard to forge these days was broken all over the floor!

The magic sword was shattered into countless powders. Because it was cast in microscopic form, the divine gold material turned into the tiniest particles, which were almost impossible to detect.

Qin Mu grabbed a handful of flying ashes and was stunned.

The blind man hurriedly opened his divine eyes to check the particles, frowned slightly, and whispered: "Mumi, he plans to integrate fifteen imperial skills into one and refine them into this sword. But this sword cannot bear such powerful power."

The mute carefully examined the particles on the ground and identified a variety of materials, saying: "I can't do better than him in terms of material ratio, but... this sword has been refined!"

The blind man was slightly stunned. The mute pulled away the dust and took out a sword hilt from below. There was a broken sword at the hilt, which was only six inches long and smiled and said, "It's this sword!"

Qin Mu originally thought that he had made a mistake in refining treasures, but he felt sad. He hurriedly looked at it when he heard this. Although the broken sword was only six inches long and short, it was still sharp and its light remained!

The dumb plays the sword and smiles: "Mu'er, you think it's too perfect. You want to refine a perfect magic sword to match your own great way. However, how can you achieve it overnight? The way of human beings is to lose enough and you can't bear it. You just refine your treasures just now, and you can't help but enter the way of human beings."

Qin Mu seemed to understand but not understand, and thoughtful.

"You have just practiced too much, but your skills have not yet been fulfilled. You forced to create a magic sword, so the magic sword is damaged and cannot bear it, so it is broken. As the saying goes, the Kanglong regrets it, and it cannot last long."

The mute said, "But the way of heaven can reduce the excess and make up for the shortcomings. The broken sword is still there. With your own surplus, you will make up for the shortcomings of the broken sword. This is your Taoist sword, and you don't have to be demanding perfection. This Taoist sword requires you to constantly understand, improve your own skills, and your own great way to make up for it. When you succeed, it is also the time for the sword to be completed."

Qin Mu took the broken sword, his mind moved slightly, and a sword light came out of the broken sword, as plump as water, reflecting his face.

The mute said that he was too full of training, and he was indeed not wrong.

When he was refining this sword, he was thinking about refining a magical artifact that could carry his fifteen heavenly palace, imprinting his own high-road runes in the sword, and imprinting his own perception of Tao.

Among the fifteen Heavenly Palaces, there are still six heavenly palaces that have not been completed. The shortcomings in his martial arts also have great shortcomings. Qin Mu wanted to be perfect, so that the magic sword was broken.

The mute smiled and said, "This sword will grow with you. Although it is a broken sword, its power will be better than other magical weapons when it grows up!"

Qin Mu activated the three alchemy skills of the domineering body, and the remaining sword suddenly turned into countless tiny particles, like flowing water, forming a long sword. Then, he gently wiped the sword on the blade, and the long sword turned into a dragon spear.

The broken sword changes with his heart, but every time it changes into a different weapon, he needs to mobilize his own runes to fill in the missing part of the divine weapon.

For each form, the missing parts are different, and the required runes are also different.

Qin Mu put away the broken sword, still feeling a little disappointed. His lack of martial arts led to the incompleteness of the magic sword, but he still wanted to refine a flawless magic weapon in his heart.

"Hastyness is not achieved. Like the mute grandpa and the village chief who practiced the single day palace, they could instead be refined into a divine weapon that suits them. I tried to cultivate into the Great Heavenly Court, but I could not be refined."

He calmed down and the voice of the Du Tian Demon King came from outside. Qin Mu walked out of the factory. Du Tian Demon King and Yu Zhaoqing came forward to see him. Three Tianlongs followed him, and bowed to worship, saying, "Fortunately, Du Tian has not been humiliated for five years to conquer the Tian Yu World and come to report his life!"

Qin Mu laughed, helped him get up, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Du Tian."

He called Long Qilin, took off the Hutian bottle, and said, "Your tribe members are here in the bottle. Today I will give you the Hutian gods. Please see, brother."

The Demon King of Du Tian suppressed his excitement, but saw Qin Mu take out the remaining Hongmeng Yuan Liquid, and bounce it with his fingers. The pot of heaven roared and flew up, getting higher and higher. Not long after, he came to Yankang Yuanmu.

Suddenly, the mouth of the divine bottle gradually became larger and turned into a treasure bottle that was dozens of miles high. The mouth of the bottle was slanted downward and hung next to the Yuanmu. The stars were like tides, gushing out from the mouth of the bottle, forming the entrance to the pot sky.

"Brother Du Tian, ​​you are now the Lord of the Heavens." Qin Mu smiled.
Chapter completed!