The red dragon in the furnace finally opened its eyes.
The dragon breath erupts from the mouth.
After the two dragon breaths of different colors intersected in the furnace, a dilute dragon became a diluted dragon. The dragon plate was nestled in the furnace, with its mouth slightly opened, and a steady stream of dragon breath erupted from its mouth.
"It's finally successful!"
Fu Shiyi wiped the sweat from his forehead.
My face was happy.
Strike your sword.
The black sword is in the furnace.
Floating above the diseudo dragon's mouth.
Under the sacrifice of dragon breath.
The surface of the black sword slowly became brighter, and countless runes were like life, flowing rapidly on the sword body. Every time it flowed around, it took an hour, and the surface of the black sword became brighter, and it was black.
On the handle of the sword, a strange flower bud was vaguely seen unfolding.
"Is this the true face of the Black Sword?!"
Fu Shiyi couldn't help but start looking forward.
Looking forward to the blooming of the buds.
What will the black sword become?
After the breathing is finished.
Fu Shi visited the temple, but unfortunately, Sister Meiya and Magu still failed to find the whereabouts of the uncle's ghost. Even as expected, Fu Shiyi couldn't help but feel lost.
The idea of establishing the Fu family's insult is even more urgent.
If so.
Before the Lei family provoked twice, the insult was established, and the tragic death of the clan members could be directly led to the insult. They would not become lonely ghosts, nor would they have to calculate the karma of cause and effect, and enter the Three Thousand Reincarnation Tunnel. Now.
There are no fourth-level wizards in the clan.
She could only go to the desert, search for tribal wizards around the Meng tribe, and refine witch treasures that build Yin-Yang Road.
"It's time to go to the desert node."
Fu Shiyi stayed for another day, and she saw that the furnace was running freely. The black sword was in an orderly manner. Her thoughts moved and touched the yellow node of the shuttle door.
The next moment.
Fu Shiyi's figure appeared on the cliff of the bottomless abyss on the edge of the desert.
"Hu——"
"In the air, the spiritual energy is even more intense."
Turn around.
Looking around.
Originally, the desert is now lush, with trees as high as a hundred feet high everywhere.
"Huh?"
Fu Shiyi walked less than thirty miles to the desert tree house, and then he heard a sound of fighting in front of him. She remembered that this desert only brought the disciples of Caiyun Valley over at that time:
"Is it because the territory has been occupied."
Fu Shiyi's heart tightened.
Speed up.
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Elk Forest.
A group of elk surrounded three foundation-building monks.
The elk is an ordinary beast with no magic power, but the three foundation-building monks were guarded against each other. The oldest among them had reached the seventh level of foundation-building. He only saw his index finger and middle finger.
Together, hold a brown leaf and pass through your eyes.
A flash of brown.
When he opened his eyes again.
The group of elks surrounding him were no longer elks, or no longer alive elks. The elk's body had corrupted and corpse bugs were everywhere. The corpse bugs that were clinging to it "tick to tick" from time to time and fell
On the ground, there was a bodyless ghost doll head sitting cross-legged in the belly of each elk. The doll head was open and grinning at the three of them:
"What a fragrant body"
"The monk is the most delicious"
"Their bones are crunchy"
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!!"
"Hahahaha"
A total of twelve ghost doll heads. With their laughter, strings of bone slag erupted from their mouths. After landing, they slashed and cracked, quickly formed twelve bone giants, reaching hundreds of feet tall.