The three kings who had just arrived in the Eastern Divine Continent, and the leading golden giant, were suppressed like this, their heads were smashed, and their remains fell into the copper furnace.
"How could this be..."
The golden giant's soul was in a daze, and he couldn't believe what he was experiencing, and he made a trembling voice one after another: "How could it be... like this?"
What kind of terrible evil did he encounter? A confrontation destroyed his proud flesh shell, and he was even imprisoned and burned in the stove as dry wood.
Waiting for him to come back to his senses, he almost burst into tears. Fear filled his body and mind, and his soul fled in a hurry, never wanting to set foot in this world.
"It's better to keep the soul. This lamp needs nourishment and lacks lamp oil..."
The blacksmith smiled, and a golden magic lamp rushed out from the sea of consciousness. The wick burned with very weak light, and the lamp oil stored inside had been exhausted after a long time.
This is the divine lamp, a complete divine weapon that was once sacrificed by the gods. The blacksmith blew it gently, and the wick shot out a chain of laws, binding the fleeing soul and pulling it into the wick.
"ah……"
A heartbreaking roar came, like a thunderclap, the broken world roared, and the sky exploded!
How terrifying is the giant king? Now his body has been refined like tofu, and his spirit has fallen into the wick and quickly dissolved, forming a piece of material energy that is poured into the divine lamp.
The Divine Light has suffered serious losses. Although it contains complete Shinto laws, it will be very difficult to recover unless the person who conferred the title of God performs sacrifices day and night.
"Who are you……"
The woman in red robe and the old man in black robe were terrified. They could not resist because the hand covering the sky was also restraining them.
The supreme secret technique that has been lost for a long time, and the inheritance of the God of Death are all suppressed by a hand covering the sky, not to mention the blacksmith who engulfs the world, like a dormant terrifying evil.
"Blacksmith."
The steaming blood of the blacksmith was like a million volcanoes roiling, sweeping across the True God's dojo, covering the vast earth, and preventing them from communicating with the scythe of death.
In fact, the ferocious power he exuded was suddenly overwhelming, like a sleeping super god of war, with waterfalls of black hair scattered around his waist, and pupils as bright as the sun. The profile alone gave people extremely heavy oppression!
"boom!"
The furnace burned with a fierce fire, dazzling and red, and independently conveyed the rumbling sound of iron.
"Old brother, it's been a long time since I've done anything to make up for it. Today I'll use the enemy's blood to help you."
The blacksmith's rough hands caressed the hot furnace wall, bursts of white smoke came out, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart. On the contrary, this pain could offset the sadness in his heart.
"Dangdang..."
The red copper furnace shook gently, and smoke flowed from the furnace mouth, presenting a scene of sacrificial training and military training, like an alternative military training pool responding to the blacksmith.
"Forge!"
The old man in black robe suddenly thought of something, an ordinary blacksmith, a forge with a simple name. A chill suddenly ran down his spine, and he said in horror: "You... you are the Saint of Craftsmen, how can you still be alive!"
"What? He is the Craftsman Saint?"
The red-robed woman couldn't help but tremble. According to legend, there was an ordinary blacksmith in Daxia Mansion under the command of Dawei Holy Dynasty. He had no qualifications at all. He worked diligently to forge weapons, day after day, year after year.
But no one could have imagined that this blacksmith, who was dull and could only work hard, would surpass the once dazzling prodigy at the slowest growth rate.
What is even more shocking to the world is that blacksmiths can be crowned kings and even saints in the future. In the end, Emperor Dawei granted him the title of Blacksmith Saint, and his fame spread throughout the world.
The blacksmith's eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, and he didn't even look at them. He stretched out his big hand to grasp the body of the red-robed woman, and swung the hammer to smash her Tianling Cap, causing blood to splatter.
Seeing her body being engulfed by magma, seeing her being burned by the fire, the blacksmith's bright pupils reflected a terrifying chill, and his red heart was trembling violently.
He had been sleeping for too long, and his body was a little stiff. He suddenly entered a fighting state, and blood suddenly shot out from his pores, like a red sea surging up and flooding the starry sky.
"Buzz..."
The red glow of the weapons forge was billowing, steaming with billions of precious lights, and dense projections of ancient weapons shone on the walls of the furnace, no less than a hundred thousand.
Over the past 20,000 years, he has forged countless weapons. The weapons forge grew with him step by step, turning into a forge that conquered the world.
"Old brother, this is the first time to sacrifice blood to the furnace. I wonder if the talisman is in line with your wishes?"
The blacksmith seemed a little sad. He had been obsessed with blacksmithing all his life and was an honest man. He never thought about fighting anything, but what awaited him was blood and tears that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
"boom!"
The weapons forge roared in response. It was connected to the blacksmith by blood, and the rays of light it emitted became even more dazzling. It was like the god of craftsmen forging heavenly weapons, and the sound was endless.
At this moment, the battle in the distance became more intense.
The old immortal fights for death's sickle!
The two terrifying divine weapons collided with each other, exerting their ultimate combat power.
Death's sickle is extremely revived, and behind it is the vague legal body of Death. It has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, and the deposited immortal matter is burning.
"Clang..."
Sparks were smashed out of the purple-gold fairy palace, but not even a white mark was left. It was so hard that I couldn't believe it.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The old immortal swung the copper hammer and hit the sickle, which made it become a little dull. The stored information was greatly lost, which made the old immortal feel even more heartbroken.
"Evil bitch!"
The old immortal was so angry that if he completed the second stage of recovery, he could violently suppress Death's scythe and strip it of all its stored information.
Now it's too late to say anything. This is a fierce battle for the old immortal. The fight is inextricable. The artifact has already killed people like crazy, and they are fighting in chaos.
"Why does the back look so familiar..."
Jun Tian couldn't calm down, so he hid deep underground and used a purple gold mirror to shine. However, the rules and order of the blooming world were so strong that it was difficult to see a clear picture.
But he could discern the burly outline, which looked particularly familiar. Why did he look so similar to the blacksmith uncle?
"Hey..." Xiao Qingqing was particularly uneasy. She always felt that the big man was extremely powerful, like a sleeping holy dragon, capable of tearing the world apart if he went crazy.
At this time, the blacksmith raised his big hand and grabbed the old man in black robe.
"Sage Craftsman, your clan will not end well. The remaining ones who survive will eventually be completely wiped out!"
The old man in black robe knew that he would not survive, so he roared: "If you kill me, how much of the pain and hatred in your heart can be relieved?"
"bump!"
The blacksmith looked expressionless as he swung a big hammer, smashed his head, and threw the remains into the forge to be burned.
Although the blacksmith didn't make any response, a fire burned in his chest, and his emotions were so suppressed that he almost exploded. Finally, he roared: "One day I will become the god of craftsmen!"
"Boom!"
The roar shook the whole world, and the blacksmith's whole body was filled with killing light. His long hair was flying wildly, and he swallowed the smoke like a great sage rising from the ground.
"The Great Xia Mansion has been ruined for a long time. What qualifications do you have to compete for the road to becoming a god? Even if the Holy King of Xia stole the divine court, it is just a village god! If you can't be recognized by the list of gods, how can you talk about being a true god?
?It’s hard to get into the elegant hall!”
The soul of the old man in black robe laughed wildly. Only the gods canonized on the God List are true gods, and the other gods are not gods in the true sense!
"Even if your clan is at its peak, how can you be qualified to compete with the supreme power for the title of god? If you don't become a god, you will be a homeless wild dog for the rest of your life!"
The black-robed old man's Yuanshen words were vicious, and he said with a ferocious smile: "It's ridiculous. Back then, your Daxia Mansion was full of talented people, including the Five Saints. The eldest grandson, Xia Qingtian, was able to briefly compete with Prince Dawei. Unfortunately, he is already dead.
Hahaha……"
The blacksmith's eyes widened angrily, his pupils filled with boundless murderous intent, and he almost tore apart the spirit that was scolding him in front of him.
"The new battle of the Conferred Gods is about to begin. There is no successor in the Great Xia Mansion, so how can we take revenge?" The old man in black robes said demonic words. The vitality of the king's soul is quite abnormal.
The blacksmith slowly turned back, his eyes already blood red, looking at Jun Tian who was hiding underground, and then towards Yun Xi who was standing outside the ruins. He suppressed his grief and said coldly: "There will be... in the future!"
The blacksmith's rough hands violently shook it, and the residual soul exploded, and the precipitated essence flowed into the divine lamp, nourishing the decayed foundation.
The flames burning in the forge are more intense, more like the flames of the Avengers are burning. The blacksmith is determined to burn all over the world one day!
"Escape, where are you going?"
The battle on Lao Xian's side is coming to an end. The Death Scythe is infinitely dim. Knowing that it is defeated, the artifact quickly retreats and cuts the rift in time and space with the scythe to retreat.
The old immortal swung his copper hammer and suppressed the Death Sickle violently, intending to smash the object into pieces and reserve it as nourishment for the second stage of recovery.
"boom!"
In the blink of an eye, a big hand engraved with the laws of the holy way tore apart the nodes of time and space. The True God's dojo seemed to be overturned. The drastic changes were extremely shocking. The ancient big hand covered the sky and quickly enlarged. The horror was boundless in an instant!
"ah……"
The strong men who were still alive hiding in the mud exploded. Juntian and the three of them were shocked. Although the big hand coming from across the starry sky was not aimed at them, the storm it pulled contained the supreme laws of the holy way, which was unbearable.
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The peerless great sage swallowed up the starry sky and entrenched himself in the world of origin. He pressed down on the always majestic master and wanted to suppress the Zhen Yuan Lao Xian!
At the critical moment, the blacksmith appeared in front of them, opening up a living space. His eyes glanced at the hand of the great sage that caged the world, and he said coldly: "There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys dominate!"
"A saint as big as a sesame seed dares to be so arrogant in front of this great immortal. I'm afraid you don't know how to go crazy and even I'm scared!"
The old immortal attacked coldly and dared to suppress him with one hand? How unreasonable!