The Great Tao Chronicle

The sky was bright, and there were snowflakes floating in the sky again, but there was not a single piece of snow in the mountains behind Huangjue Temple.

An Qisheng and the Great Monk Sanyin walked towards the back mountain in a hurry.

Huangjue Temple was originally built by hollowing out several mountains. Although there are many temples, there are still some shadows of the original mountains.

The mountain behind Huangjue Temple, the place where weapons are refined, is one of them.

Clang! Clang! ! ......

There is still a long way to go from the back mountain, and there is already a heat wave with the sound of gold and iron knocking on the pavement.

An Qisheng looked from a distance, and saw that the fireworks above the back mountain were dense, the roasted sky was a little dense, and the air was full of smoke and sulfur.

The mountain was originally a volcano.

"The place where soldiers are cast in the world, headed by Huangjue Temple and Wanjian Villa, is not much different from the place where Dafeng court casts soldiers..."

Sanyin sighed slightly:

"For thousands of years, I don't know how many magical soldiers in the martial arts came from I Huangjue Temple."

"For thousands of years, it is indeed extraordinary."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

In the light of his eyes, there is a very strong meaning of soldiers in the mountain behind Huangjue Temple, which is the mark left by the forging and recasting of a magic weapon.

Indelible, not to be ignored.

These marks seem to be useless, but in fact, they are also useful for casting soldiers.

Just like the ancient academy with a thousand-year-old literary atmosphere, it often gives people the feeling of cleansing people's hearts.

"The little monk has been in charge of the Valley of Forging Weapons for many years, and there are 16 divine weapons that he has built by himself. Unfortunately, there is not one person who can truly survive the baptism of thunder and achieve divine veins with divine weapons."

Sanyin said and glanced at An Qisheng:

"The physique of the Taoist leader is unparalleled in the world. I am afraid that no one can match it in the past. However, the thunder baptism is by no means easy. The Taoist leader must be careful and careful."

What Sanyin said was quite sincere.

Divine Vein is the highest pursuit of Jianghu people, and it is also the most dangerous level. He has condensed Qi Vein for many years, but he has not been promoted to Divine Vein.

It is because this threshold is too dangerous.

From ancient times to the present, I do not know how many days before the gods fell before the gods.

"Thank you, Master, for your suggestion."

Thank you Angie.

His impression of this great monk was quite good.

In the past three months, Huangjue Temple has indeed tried his best, especially this great monk, who has been running around in the many mines of Huangjue Temple for three months to get all kinds of spiritual materials for him. collar.

If you change to an ordinary sect, even if you are willing to gamble and admit defeat, you may not be so dedicated.

Even if he hides the most top-notch materials, he is not surprised at all.

It can only be said that the grand sect that has been passed down for thousands of years does have its own uniqueness.

Of course, An Qisheng didn't take advantage entirely. He also paid for the gold and silver needed for the materials. Thanks to Zhao Changying, he was not short of money.

However, the top materials are all expensive and not available, and he naturally took advantage of them.

"The little monk also has selfishness."

Sanyin smiled and said, "The Daoist is a genius in the sky, and it is rare in ancient times that the Qi meridian crosses the divine meridian, and it is almost non-existent if it is not a soldier. Qing Shi's name is not in vain for me to cast soldiers for many years!"

An Qisheng smiled and shook his head, looking at the smell of fireworks in the distance, his eyes were a little more leisurely:

"But I don't know what the eight gods and gods in the legend look like."

Among the Jiufu Realm, what he cared about most was the eight divine weapons of heaven and man.

Speaking of divine weapons, he thought of Wang Quanjian again.

Tong Zhengyang came to Xuanxing with Wang Quanjian to break through the world. It was a bit strange how to look at it, especially, Wang Quanjian would think that he was the master.

There are many guesses in his heart, but unfortunately, he can only find out when he returns to Xuanxing.

"It has been more than 700 years since the gods and gods disappeared, but I don't know when they will reappear."

There is also a hint of yearning on the three seals:

"The magic weapon has both refining and nourishment. Among them, refining has three points, and cultivation has seven points. The achievement of a magic weapon depends on the master, not just its material! At the beginning, the eight magic weapons were not all those in the legends. Made of material..."

As a soldier forging, no one wants to see the gods and gods more than him.

between the two talking.

It is already close to the Valley of Forged Soldiers.

The heat wave in the valley is rolling and it is extremely hot. In the middle of winter, some monks in the vicinity are only wearing close-fitting bunts. The monks who beat gold and iron in the valley are even more naked.

An Qisheng's eyes moved.

These monks are restrained in breath and strong in physique.

Compared with the martial arts of the thousands of monks in the martial arts field before, it is much higher.

"Forging soldiers is also a practice."

As if seeing An Qisheng's curiosity, Sanyin explained:

"But when I entered our Huangjue Temple, I ran horses for three years to observe my heart, three years as a handyman to exercise my patience, three years in the lecture hall, reading Buddhist scriptures, three years in the precepts school, knowing my precepts, and then ten years in the martial arts hall, practicing martial arts, After that, it was me who forged the Binggu for three years, toiling my physique and tempering my will..."

"I entered the temple at the age of six, and I have already reached this stage."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart.

The system of Huangjue Temple is not good, but it is stable. After 25 years of training, it must be a person with a calm mind.

Although there is a lack of comprehension, it is difficult to give birth to young geniuses, but there is no doubt that they are the mainstay.

"If you can't stand up yourself, how can you teach people the Dharma?"

Three Seal Road:

"I am so brave and ruthless, how can I persuade people to put down the butcher's knife?"

Clang! Clang! Clang~~

With the sound of gold and iron knocking, the two walked into the Valley of Forged Soldiers.

The bottom of the Casting Bing Valley is really a volcano that is still active. The temperature inside is very high. This is also the reason why there is a cold spring drawn from a distance. Otherwise, the temperature is so high that ordinary people will be burned when they come in. die.

Many monks who struck gold and iron were sweating profusely, and their bodies that were cast in copper and iron were all glowing red.

In such an extreme environment, it is a great test for the human body. Not only does the horizontal training progress extremely fast, but also the inner strength of true qi is always in an extremely active state.

The real one who has worked here for three years is more rewarding than ten years of hard work outside.

This side of the valley of casting soldiers, the further down you go, the higher the temperature. The real place for casting soldiers is inside the volcano.

Arriving here, An Qisheng's physique can sense a trace of enthusiasm, and the monk Sanyin has already supported his infuriating energy.

When you go down to the last step, you will see a sea of ​​red flames tumbling.

In the sea of ​​​​fire, there is a huge cold iron platform with a length and width of several hundred feet.

There is a saying that there is one pound of cold iron and one tael of gold in the world. Although it is exaggerated, it can also be seen that cold iron is precious. How much more than ten million catties of cold iron is used on this platform?

Except for the Huangjue Temple, which has been in existence for thousands of years, I am afraid that no one can have such a big deal.

At this time, more than a dozen old monks wearing only a pair of animal leather shorts were striking the iron on the platform.

Those old monks seemed to be different from Sanyin, each with strong muscles and strong muscles, holding a terrifying hammer, hitting pieces of strange metal under the slap of the splashing lava fire.

The existence of the Qi network is enough to support people to act as usual in an extremely cruel environment, which is difficult for a pure body to do.

Of course, this does not include An Qisheng today.

With his current physique, he may not be able to take a bath in the magma, but swimming is not a big problem.

If you dissect it, you will find that his skin at this time is different from the composition of human skin, muscles, muscles and bones under the interweaving and interweaving of Qi channels.

Any muscle fiber is much stronger than steel.

"Brother Sanyin! Daoist Wangquan!"

Seeing the two of them, an old monk put down his hammer and stepped forward to greet them.

This old monk, named Sanmu, is the junior brother of Sanyin. For many years, he has not been in the Valley of Bingbing, and he has been hammering iron almost every day.

The old monk saluted and cried out:

"Senior brother! The gun body is ready, just waiting for you!"

The gun body is not difficult to build, especially when An Qisheng has no requirements for the gun body other than toughness, it has already been built.

Only the gun head, whether it is material selection, heat, strength, or sudden fire, is extremely difficult.

It is the hardest to build.

Sanyin was the first forging division of Huangjue Temple, and for this last step, it was natural for him to be the safest.

After all, the materials used for this long spear are all top-notch, and once they are scrapped, they will not be able to forgive themselves.

"The last process, but I didn't do it."

Hearing this, Sanyin shook his head.

"what?"

Miki was stunned: "If senior brother doesn't come, who can come? The material used for this spear head is no less valuable than that from a city. If it's abolished..."

The three seals did not answer, An Qisheng took a step forward and replied with a smile:

"I am the master of the magic weapon, and this last step should naturally be done by me."

For the past three months, although he has been waiting for Sanyin to return, he has not been idle either.

Every day, I worked my body and carried my infuriating energy. While dreaming of my own martial arts, I also learned to strike iron by the way.

With his heart and mind, with his current learning ability and his inhuman control over his physique, it is no problem to learn to strike iron.

Not only will you learn it, but you will be fine with it.

"Daoist Wang Quan?"

Not only Miki, but also some other old monks also looked over, surprised.

Although they knew that the physique of this Daoist Wang Quan was shocking to the world, but it is not something that can be done with great strength, and there are many skills in it.

"You, can you do it?"

Still Miki couldn't help it: "This batch of materials is too precious, and the second batch cannot be found in the temple for the time being."

"I have it in my mind."

An Qisheng didn't argue, and with a slight movement, he appeared in the middle of the platform like a ghost, and picked up the big hammer that Miki put down.

As soon as he sensed it slightly, this heavy hammer came to life in his mind.

Its material composition, where it has been worn, where it is most focused... All kinds of information have been known to him.

His speed is extremely fast, and several old monks have been staring at him, but they can't see his movements clearly, and they don't know that he just picked up this hammer casually, and it seems to be familiar to him after using it for decades.

It was too late to say the words of refusal.

Seeing An Qisheng picking up the hammer that weighed 1000 kilograms like he was pinching firewood.

After lightly weighing it for a or two, it was just a smash!

When this fell, the hearts of all the old monks jumped!

It was obviously a random smash, but at the moment when the hammer fell, the surrounding air seemed to be wailing and fled away, and ripples spread along with it.

In the rippling void like the water surface~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the black hammer head turned red under this intense friction!

What kind of terrifying power is this?

When the strength of Dan is 10%, all the fingers are full of energy, not to mention the current An Qisheng?

He seems to smash it casually, but in fact, the whole body's strength has been rolled down and poured into his wrist.

And he can shake the tens of millions of pounds of Huangjue Bell with his bare hands, so what about the power of a hammer?

boom!

There seems to be a thunder blasting under the hammer!

The huge cold iron platform rang in response, making a long-lasting humming sound like the roar of dragons and tigers.

The boiling hot magma around it is like a curtain raised ten feet high!

Under the lava that was falling like rain, the old monks were stunned, as if they had seen ghosts and gods, and they forgot to dodge for a while.

Is this still human?

Is this still human? !