It is strange to say that the small pieces of wood that Wei Ziyan peeled out from the heart of each pine and cypress tree were as black as ink, as if they had been dipped in black paint. When they were placed on the stone table, Zhou Jianlai could feel the cold breath coming from them.
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There were a total of more than sixty pines and cypresses in the small courtyard. Wei Ziyan chopped down all of them, peeled off more than sixty pieces of pitch-black wood, and stacked them on the stone table, making the surrounding air chill to the bone.
"Master, what is this?" Zhou Jianlai asked curiously.
"This is the Yin wood that grows after absorbing endless resentment. It is a good material for making space items. I originally wanted to keep it to build a coffin for myself, so I brought them along with me." Wei Ziyu pointed to the room, "
But now that you are here to see me off, there is no need for that. You only have one arm, and it is inconvenient to carry a sword at ordinary times, so I will use them to make a sword box for you, which can hold ten thousand swords."
"Thank you so much, master." Zhou Jianlai felt very warm in his heart, but when he thought that his master was explaining his funeral arrangements, he couldn't help but feel a sore nose and tears welling up in his eyes.
Wei Ziyan put down the blood-drinking sword, raised his hand on top of the stone table, and brought the Yin wood to hang in front of him. Then he made a hand seal with his hands and slapped the Yin wood with the power of space.
More than sixty pieces of Yin wood were melted together. Every time Wei Zihuan slapped the seal, impurities would be peeled off. Wei Zihuan did not throw away these impurities, but brought them all to the stone table and put them away.
After a cup of tea, Wei Ziyan hammered out all the impurities in the Yin wood. Immediately, with a hand seal, the Yin wood that had been kneaded into dough began to stretch out into shape.
Wei Ziyan's expression was solemn, and there was a hint of sweat on his forehead, which showed that he was not relaxed.
Half an hour later, a completely black scabbard hung in front of Wei Ziyan. His hands were slapping so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye, and sweat poured down his forehead.
Zhou Jianlai, who was sitting across from the stone table, stared at Wei Ziyan's hands, feeling terrified and sitting on pins and needles, his body already soaked with cold sweat.
He tried his best to control himself so that he would not be afraid, but he could clearly feel the seals made by Wei Ziyan's palm, each one contained the power to destroy the world, and his intuition told him that the darkness hanging in front of Wei Ziyan
The scabbard is extremely dangerous and may explode if not controlled properly.
The overall feeling is that Wei Ziyan is playing with a star that may explode at any time. If he misses, everything within a few miles will be torn to pieces by the violent force of space.
Zhou Jianlai's fear was the fear of destructive power deep in his soul, which was beyond his control.
Suddenly, Wei Ziyan grabbed the jet-black scabbard in his hand. The jet-black scabbard turned out to be alive. It struggled violently in his hand and tried to fly away.
"Fingertip blood, sprinkled on it!"
"name!"
Wei Ziyu drank twice, his voice dry and hoarse, and he sounded very tired.
When Zhou Jianlai heard this, he bit off his fingertip and splashed the bright red blood on the black scabbard. At the same time, he thought about it for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'Nianshi'!"
The blood sprinkled on the jet black scabbard was like water sprinkled on a sponge, instantly absorbed by it. Then the jet black scabbard erupted into thousands of streams of light, spinning and flying around the scabbard.
Wei Ziyan suddenly let go, and the dark scabbard immediately fled into the void with thousands of streams of light. But when half of its body was submerged in the void, Wei Ziyan's right hand suddenly grasped it again, and he heard him shout angrily: "It's done!"
boom!
Zhou Jianlai felt like he was dying because he saw the sky collapsed and all the space in all directions was distorted.
But the next moment everything returned to normal.
But Zhou Jianlai was absolutely certain in his heart that it was definitely not an illusion just now, the sky had really fallen.
"Not bad, you try it." Wei Ziyan looked at the dark scabbard in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, turned to face the stone table, and handed the scabbard to Zhou Jianlai.
Zhou Jianlai held the scabbard with excited hands. It was slightly cool in his hands, and the cold and biting feeling was gone. It felt like iron but not iron, or wood but not wood. There were beautiful ripples on the surface of the scabbard, which should have formed naturally.
, rather than what Wei Ziyan intentionally depicted. Surrounded by flowing patterns, three large characters leaped into Zhou Jianlai's field of vision, Wanjian Xia!
Zhou Jianlai stared at these three words for a moment, then hurriedly searched up and down, but did not see the word "Nianshi".
Wei Ziyan laughed and said, "I put all my efforts into it and luckily cast it. I should give it a more domineering name! The Ten Thousand Sword Box, it can hold ten thousand swords! Use your mind to open it and take a look."
Zhou Jianlai, who was sitting across from the stone table, stared at Wei Ziyan's hands, feeling terrified and sitting on pins and needles, his body already soaked with cold sweat.
He tried his best to control himself so that he would not be afraid, but he could clearly feel the seals made by Wei Ziyan's palm, and each one contained the power to destroy the world, and his intuition
Tell him that the dark scabbard hanging in front of Wei Ziyu is extremely dangerous and may explode if not controlled properly.
The overall feeling is that Wei Ziyan is playing with a star that may explode at any time. If he misses, everything within a few miles will be torn to pieces by the violent force of space.
Zhou Jianlai's fear was the fear of destructive power deep in his soul, which was beyond his control.
Suddenly, Wei Ziyan grabbed the jet-black scabbard in his hand. The jet-black scabbard turned out to be alive. It struggled violently in his hand and tried to fly away.
"Fingertip blood, sprinkled on it!"
"name!"
Wei Ziyu drank twice, his voice dry and hoarse, and he sounded very tired.
When Zhou Jianlai heard this, he bit off his fingertip and splashed the bright red blood on the black scabbard. At the same time, he thought about it for a moment and said, "Let's call it 'Nianshi'!"
The blood sprinkled on the jet black scabbard was like water sprinkled on a sponge, instantly absorbed by it. Then the jet black scabbard erupted into thousands of streams of light, spinning and flying around the scabbard.
Wei Ziyan suddenly let go, and the dark scabbard immediately fled into the void with thousands of streams of light. But when half of its body was submerged in the void, Wei Ziyan's right hand suddenly grasped it again, and he heard him shout angrily: "It's done!"
boom!
Zhou Jianlai felt like he was dying because he saw the sky collapsed and all the space in all directions was distorted.
But the next moment everything returned to normal.
But Zhou Jianlai was absolutely certain in his heart that it was definitely not an illusion just now, the sky had really fallen.
"Not bad, you try it." Wei Ziyan looked at the dark scabbard in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, turned to face the stone table, and handed the scabbard to Zhou Jianlai.
Zhou Jianlai held the scabbard with excited hands. It was slightly cool in his hands, and the cold and biting feeling was gone. It felt like iron but not iron, or wood but not wood. There were beautiful ripples on the surface of the scabbard, which should have formed naturally.
, rather than what Wei Ziyan intentionally depicted. Surrounded by flowing patterns, three large characters leaped into Zhou Jianlai's field of vision, Wanjian Xia!
Zhou Jianlai stared at these three words for a moment, then hurriedly searched up and down, but did not see the word "Nianshi".
I just heard Wei Ziyan laugh and say: "I put all my efforts into it and luckily cast it. I should give it a more domineering name! The Ten Thousand Sword Box, it can hold ten thousand swords! Use your mind to open it and take a look." (https:)
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