Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 419 Three years

  The dead branch is about three feet long, **** thick, the skin is dark brown, with winding lines on it, and two branches are separated from the top.

   This object is lifted and suspended in the air by the source force, and from time to time, there are traces of thunder coming out of it.

   In addition to thunder,

   seems to be a branch that can be seen everywhere.

   "Divinity?"

  Zhou Jia's eyes flickered:

   "This is divinity?"

   "It should be true." Yun Haitang said:

   "I have seen a divinity that contains the power of water once. It was a thousand-meter-long water stream that was restrained on a stone pillar."

  “The divinity was born at the beginning of the creation of the world. It has no outward appearance, and it has a form after being combined with something.”

   Seeing that Zhou Jia didn't know much about it, she continued:

   "It is said that if the seventh level wants to advance to gold, and if the golden creature wants to become stronger, it must collect and refine divinity, and divine artifacts and pseudo-sacred artifacts all contain some kind of divinity."

   "Some practitioners call divinity the power of law, and it's the same reason."

   "Brother Zhou's weapon is already a top-level black weapon. If it can be integrated into the divine nature of thunder, it should have a high chance of becoming a false artifact."

   Needless to say, the power of the pseudo-artifact.

  The petrified eye in his hand, even if it is a seventh-grade silver, as long as it is hit by it, there is almost no possibility of surviving.

  Even if the Thunder Ax Scepter is not that strong, it can greatly increase his strength.

   Divinity?

  The power of rules!

   This is the power that can only be touched if it exists above silver.

   Turning his thoughts, Zhou Jia waved his long sleeves lightly, and the Thunder Ax Scepter, which was as tall as a man, was immediately revealed on the spot, juxtaposed with the thunder divinity.

   "Crackling..."

   The thunder power contained in the Thunder Ax Scepter seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and it suddenly became restless, and arcs of electricity emerged from its surface.

  The flashing arc approached the dead branch, like iron filings approaching a magnet, or like a courtier worshiping the master.

"Humph!"

  Zhou Jia hummed softly, and quickly made a formula with both hands, leaving many afterimages, and more than 300 seal formulas were sacrificed by him in an instant.

"open!"

   Tianyin!

  The sound fell, the dead branches suddenly shattered, and a dazzling thunder appeared out of thin air.

  All the words in the world can hardly describe the brilliance of the thunder, and all the colors in the world cannot cover the thunder in front of us.

   Thunder divinity!

  Zhou Jia's movements paused slightly, not because of the divine power revealed in front of him, but because when the divinity was revealed, the brave star in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly lit up.

  Di Yongxing: Wu Lei.

  Although he didn't know the reason, his instinct told him that if divinity was incorporated into the sea of ​​consciousness, there would definitely be some benefits.

but…

   Shaking his head, his movements remained unchanged, and he pointed out:

"go!"

   Tianyin!

  Refinement method!

   The thunder light trembled slightly, and then turned into a ball of white light, submerging into the Thunder Ax and Divine Scepter.

   "Poof!"

  Zhou Jia opened his mouth and spit lightly, a mouthful of blood containing the source force sprayed towards the weapon, the blood atomized in the air, blending into it like a cloud of blood.

   "Crack!"

   "Boom..."

  As the divine nature of thunder submerges into the scepter of the thunder axe, lightning flashes and thunders suddenly appear in the field, and waves of destructive force oscillate back and forth.

  Yun Haitang's complexion changed, and she suddenly pulled back.

  Zhou Jia's expression was as usual, his eyes were looking directly at the magic weapon in front of him, and his hands were swiftly making a tactic, following the method of smelting to make the two blend with each other under the urging of essence and blood.

   There was thunder, and weapons were pouring out from in front of him.

   "Brother Zhou."

  Yun Haitang's eyes are full of worry:

"Be careful…"

   Before she finished speaking, her expression froze in place.

  Seeing a lot of violent thunder power, the moment it touched Zhou Jia, it suddenly became docile, like a submissive courtier.

This…

   It is very much like the thunder on the thunder ax scepter just now, worshiping the divinity of thunder.

   But this is the thunder caused by the divine nature of the thunder itself. Why did you surrender to Zhou Jia?

  Yun Haitang's beautiful eyes blinked, with a puzzled expression on her face.

   Refining divinity is obviously not that simple. Even if Zhou Jia has mastered the method of refining weapons and has the characteristics of enlightenment, it is not a short-term achievement.

   After a while.

  Zhou Jia put away the seal formula, frowning.

   "What's wrong?" Yun Haitang put away her doubts and asked with concern:

   "Is something wrong?"

   "That's not true." Zhou Jia shook his head:

   "It's time!"

   "There is not enough time. At the current speed, I estimate that it will take at least ten years for the divine nature of Thunder to fully integrate into the Thunder Ax Scepter."

   "Ten years?" Yun Haitang turned pale.

  Ten years in exchange for a fake artifact is worth it no matter how you look at it, but the two don't have ten years to wait now.

   "Then what to do?"

  Yun Begonia's beauty faded:

   "I was too naive. I forgot that it will take time to refine the divinity. If I had known it earlier, I would have replaced it with treasures that could threaten the seventh level."

   "At that time, if you really start your hands, you will always have some cards."

   "Don't worry." Zhou Jia shook his head:

   "It's just that it takes ten years in theory. If it is changed, it may not be impossible to advance."

   "You have a solution?" Yun Haitang tilted her head, her eyes filled with hope.

   Zhou Jia didn't speak, but looked at the Thunder Ax Scepter wrapped in lightning in front of him, pondered for a moment, and suddenly swiped his finger on his body.

   "Shua!"

  A huge crack appeared in his chest.

   blood,

   Flow out from the gap.

"go!"

   Zhou Jia's complexion turned pale, and he pointed forward with his fingers, blood gushing out, turning into a blood mist in the air, wrapping towards the Thunder Ax and Divine Scepter.

  The method of blood refinement!

   This is a strange method recorded in the method of Yi Jian, which can consume essence and blood to facilitate the refining of weapons.

   Generally speaking.

  This method is mostly used by treacherous people to forge weapons with human lives. At that time, the weapons will be full of hostility and terrifying, so it can be called sorcery.

  Zhou Jia didn't use other people's lives, but used his own blood, and the weapons he made were more in line with his own breath.

   "Brother Zhou..."

  Although Yun Haitang did not understand the art of refining weapons, she could feel the majestic essence contained in the fresh blood, and knew that Zhou Jia was using essence blood.

  Limited essence and blood,

   After consumption, it will become weak and difficult to recover.

  It was beyond her imagination whether to directly disembowel and bleed like Zhou Jia, or to bleed her own blood, so she asked cautiously:

"Are you OK?"

"fine."

  Zhou Jia took a deep breath, took out a elixir and took it, adjusted his breath a bit, and waited until the essence recovered slightly, he let bloodletting sacrifice again.

  Yun Haitang looked worried.

  How could this kind of bloodletting be all right?

  As time passed, the worry on her face gradually became stagnant, slowly becoming unbelievable, and finally turned into dull and speechless.

   Are you a blood jar?

   Essence and blood,

   Is there such a thing that doesn’t cost money?

  Bleeding like this, not to mention the fourth level, even the fifth or even seventh level of silver, I am afraid that it has already been drained to dry bones, unsustainable.

   But Zhou Jia.

  But it seemed like a normal person, after a short rest, it returned to normal, and even the breath was not weakened.

  Dragon Tiger!

   Xuan Min!

  The presence of two major traits made Zhou Jia's background far exceed that of ordinary people. Although he is only this big, he seems to hide an ancient beast.

  Even if you keep bleeding, your foundation will not be weakened.

   "Peng!"

   "Peng!"

   The sound of collision sounded again from outside the cave.

   "Here again." Yun Haitang frowned:

   "Brother Zhou, why not rest for a few days."

"Need not."

  Zhou Jia raised his head, put away the action of refining weapons, got up and walked out of the cave, and soon returned with some cut iron ore.

  The method of swallowing gold!

   Refining iron essence for an hour.

   Take a short break and continue to refine weapons.

  When the spirit is exhausted and the energy and blood are exhausted, he takes out the corpse pill from his body and uses the method of refining treasures to devour and refine it to boost his cultivation.

time,

   Slowly passing.

   Despite the constant sound of collisions outside, Zhou Jia remained unmoved.

  Yun Haitang sat cross-legged in a corner of the cave, with a sword across her knees, casting her eyes at Zhou Jia from time to time, her eyes changing unconsciously.

   Obviously in danger.

   Zhou Jia's back was unusually firm and steady.

  Sacrificing weapons, refining iron essence, and alchemy practice are methodical. A big living person is in front of him, but he can not speak for several months.

  Alone, lonely and desolate.

  She herself has practiced hard, but she can never endure loneliness like Zhou Jia, and seems to be immersed in cultivation like a machine.

and.

  There are so many things to do, but Zhou Jia's progress is obvious.

  Thirty-six god-killing golden needles, the envoys are more and more exquisite, and the golden lights intersect in the sky, making people feel chills at a glance.

   Taiyuan Sword Art - the third floor!

   This is a state that Qinglong seized Sun Xiandu never reached.

  Under the influence of Zhou Jia, Yun Haitang gradually got used to the noise outside, her mind was quiet, and she entered the realm of swordsmanship.

  Having Dao fruit, her kendo background is also increasing rapidly.

  Wuxiang Ten Swords,

   Has been repaired to the sixth sword.

   In his spare time, feeling confused, Yun Haitang tried to exchange sword skills with Zhou Jia.

   This was an unintentional move. After all, as far as she knew, Zhou Jia didn't use swords, and Wuxiang Ten Swords was a magical skill that could only be understood and unspeakable.

   Logically speaking, the other party can't say much useful things.

   Never thought about it.

  Zhou Jia had a few sentences, but every sentence pointed to the vital point, making her eyes shine brightly, and the sword will naturally burst out.

  The more the two talked, the deeper the surprise in Yun Haitang's heart.

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   "Zheng!"

  The blade of the sword groaned softly, and the long sword slowly returned to its sheath.

  Yun Haitang opened her eyes, with a mysterious luster shining in her beautiful eyes.

   "The Seventh Sword!"

  She sighed leisurely:

   "Unexpectedly, in just a few years, I have already cultivated to the seventh sword of the ten swords of Wuxiang. If Master Quanxia knows..."

   "Thanks to Brother Zhou!"

   Zhou Jia shook his head and said nothing, slowly got up from the ground, looked at the Thunder Ax Scepter in front of him, with a pensive expression on his face.

"Time is up."

   "Are you here?" Yun Haitang's complexion changed slightly:

   "So fast, how far is the divinity short of refining?"

   "It's still a bit close." Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes, then flicked his long sleeves lightly, put away the Thunder Ax and Divine Scepter, and turned to walk towards the cave.

  Zhang Xizhou was already waiting outside.

"Out."

  Sweeping the two of them, his eyes paused slightly on Yun Haitang:

   "The sword is in full swing, it seems that the girl has made good progress in the past three years."

   As for Zhou Jia.

  He still can't see the change in shades.

"Humph!"

  Yun Haitang snorted coldly.

   "Miss Yun." Zhou Jia said sideways:

   "Let's go, and help me bring these things back by the way."

   As he spoke, he handed over a storage bag.

   "Slow down!" Zhang Xizhou raised his eyebrows:

   "Did I ever tell her to go?"

   "Brother Zhou." Yun Haitang also said:

   "Let's go together, if you don't go, I won't go either."

   "Miss Yun, it won't help if you stay here, it's more convenient for me to be alone." Zhou Jia shook his head lightly, and put the storage bag in the other party's hand:

   "Please take care of these things."

  Yun Haitang opened her mouth with a look of unwillingness.

  Zhou Jia said it politely, but he still felt that her cultivation base was too weak, not only could she not help, but she might be a burden to him.

  Although I don't want to admit it.

  But Yun Haitang knew that the other party was telling the truth.

   "Surnamed Zhou, did you listen to me?" Zhang Xizhou's face was gloomy, and he said word by word:

   "I said, can she go?"

"Oh!"

   Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows slightly, took out another storage bag from his body, and said:

   "Here is the iron essence that Ao Li wants, and you guess I can't destroy it?"

   "You..." Zhang Xizhou's complexion changed:

   "Destroy it, and you won't survive!"

   "Whether Zhou will survive or not is unknown, but I think you can't hold back the anger of His Highness Ao Li." Zhou Jia's voice was indifferent:

   "Tie Jing and Yun Haitang, why don't you choose one?"

   "..."

  Zhang Xizhou gritted his teeth tightly, his cheeks twitched, and an overwhelming killing intent came out of his body, making the two of them almost out of breath.

  Long time,

  He smiled ferociously and nodded again and again:

   "Okay, great!"

   "Yun girl, you can go, but Zhou, you are dead!"

   said coldly again:

   "I remember that you come from a place called the Yan nationality. I think there are old friends of yours there. Zhang must go to pay a visit when he has time."

  (end of this chapter)