In the cave on the island, Lao Huo threw Feng Jueyu into the Qianxiang Hundred Refining Furnace and burned it with the immortal fire, and then ignored him completely, as if he knew that Feng Jueyu had no time to take care of himself and was doing something by himself.
He didn't shy away from it at all.
The furnace mouth of the Qianxiang Hundred Refining Furnace is not sealed with a lid, but a powerful forbidden magical power, which only controls the indestructible leakage of the fire element. But from the perspective of the Tiandaozhu, Feng Jueyu can completely see it
Outside the Qianxiang Hundred Refining Furnace, Lao Huo is doing something.
Four hours ago, Lao Huo left the cave. An hour ago, he came back. I don’t know what he did. Anyway, when he came back, he was carrying a big bag of jingling things. Feng Jueyu couldn’t see it, but then
, Lao Huo took out a small Coiling Dragon Cauldron, which was about the size of a palm and more than a foot high. The workmanship was quite exquisite and perfect. After Lao Huo took out the small Coiling Dragon Cauldron, he took out the soul and golden body of the slain monk.
He took it out, then spread it out on the palm of his hand, and sacrificed his true fire with a pop, firmly controlling the monk's soul and golden body on the fire palm.
"Senior, please spare my life. I don't want to die. Senior, please, I will give you whatever you want. Please be noble and let me go."
A few months ago, the monk who was slapped to death in the snowy ice path by the Bone-Eating Old Demon was begging bitterly. His golden body shone with dazzling golden light, his expression was quite aggrieved and painful, and the raging firelight reflected on that image.
The look of fear and helplessness makes people feel pitiful, and if this person can escape and find a suitable body, he can definitely be reborn easily.
But this was not what shocked Feng Jueyu. What shocked him was that within Lao Huo's true fire, there was actually a thick mass of blood surging back and forth in the monk's golden body. Its hidden terrifying energy was...
He actually reached the realm of the middle stage of Chengdao.
All monks who have cultivated a golden body know that the golden body is the foundation of a person's lifeline. The growth of the golden body can effectively help people cultivate longevity and achieve positive results. Once the golden body is strong to a certain extent, it can be integrated with the soul.
The god left his body and found a new body for rebirth.
It’s just that all the monks in the world know that once a person’s golden body leaves the body of his original wife, his cultivation will deteriorate and regress over time. This is because the golden body cannot adapt to the external environment. It must
Survive under a skin, and once the golden body is away from the body for a longer period of time, the cultivation level will become lower and lower, until it is completely consumed. If the physical body cannot be found, the spirit and form will be destroyed.
But what Feng Jueyu saw now made him very puzzled. The golden body of the monk that Lao Huo took out was dead three months ago, but all the cultivation base in the golden body was actually contained in the golden body.
How did he do it without any loss?
Feng Jueyu was stunned for a moment and couldn't understand it at all.
In fear, Feng Jueyu subconsciously drew out the Sky Falling Sword and inserted it into the ground with a bang. A seal was struck behind the wind and rain spirit stone. The swaying wind and rain rolled up dozens of large tornadoes, covering the entire formation space.
Among them, he then let it go and continued to read it carefully.
The golden body has been dead for three months, but its cultivation level has not decreased at all. This is very strange.
Thinking to himself, Feng Jueyu stretched his neck and looked down, and then he suddenly thought of the box containing the golden body and soul. Three months ago, he saw with his own eyes that Old Huo put the monk's golden body and soul in the box.
, but he didn’t pay much attention to it at the time. He just felt that this person seemed to have never seen the world. But it seems not to be the case now, because this monk was the same as when he died. His golden body and soul were not damaged at all, and he died
At that time, even the cultivation level existed in the golden body.
From the Snow Stream Ice Road, to the Jiuding Shenfeng, to the Fengshen Islands, back and forth, including the time spent on the road and the time wasted, in almost three months, the golden body's cultivation has not been lost at all.
It's simply impossible.
But what is shocking is that the old fireman made the impossible possible.
The immortal fire was blazing, and Feng Jueyu was so burned that he took off his robe, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body, and stared outside intently.
"Spare you? Haha, you are thinking too wonderfully. Do you know how much risk I take when I go out with Old Bones? The ice field is not the damn ice sea. It is the territory of Snow Emperor Han Sheng. I live for you.
Xian's golden body has been paid for by a red ice-refining talisman, and I finally managed to gather forty-nine monks. You asked me to let you go, do you think it's possible?"
"What? What are you going to do with our golden bodies and souls?" The monk was so frightened that he realized that the reason he was still alive was not because of Lao Huo's mercy, but because of him.
Also of great use.
"What are you doing? You will know soon." Lao Huo turned his back to the Qianxiang Bailian Furnace and looked at his unsympathetic expression, but Feng Jueyu clearly heard the sinister laughter squeezed out of his throat.
The ferocious smell made my whole body feel cold.
"Old guy, what on earth does he want to do?" Feng Jueyu smacked his mouth, which was not pleasant to him. He felt the cold atmosphere inexplicably, so he looked at it intently.
I saw Lao Huo standing in the middle of the cave, using his true fire to trap the monk's golden body and soul. He slowly raised his left hand to form a seal, and quickly touched the monk's golden body.
Agitated by the divine power, the monk's soul involuntarily merged with the golden body. From the appearance, it was like the combination of a void soul and the body of the lifeline. Two human-shaped shadows appeared, overlapping repeatedly.
With.
Then, under the panicked eyes of the monks, Lao Huo took out a piece of unknown thin iron that was burnt black. It was about the length of an arm and about half a palm wide. Both ends were not perfected, and the blade was still very thick and had not been polished.
, and one end of the thin iron is wider and claw-shaped, with four fingers separated.
After placing the strange-shaped thin iron on the anvil he always carried with him, Lao Huo took out the bottle containing the immortal fire. This time, he squeezed out a little flame, just like a spark falling on the thin iron.
superior……
Zhi!
A puff of white smoke rises...
ah!
The screams suddenly echoed in the cave. The screams were heart-wrenching and so sharp that it made people's ears tingle. But this was just the beginning.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Jueyu discovered that Lao Huo put on the red gloves, held the thin iron tightly, and blew on the immortal god Mars above. With a soaring sound, the sparks quickly expanded into fire.
The snake tightly wrapped the thin iron, and in the process, the monk's screams never stopped.
Lao Huo tightly grasped one end of the thin iron with his red-gloved hand, placed the big end on the anvil, held the black iron hammer in his right hand, raised it high, and watched the thin iron unfold with a ferocious smile.
He showed the face of a monk and said: "Hold on, my secret skill is called "Soul Forging Technique". It has to be struck eighteen thousand times. Once it is over, you will be free."
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After the words fell, under the monk's frightened pupils, the black iron hammer fell hard on the thin iron. At the same time, the monk let out an even more tragic cry as if his skin had been peeled off.
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The old fire hammer began to hammer and forge. The interval was about three times a second. The speed was quite fast, but it was not enough to see his movements clearly. During this process, the monk screamed one after another.
Feng Jueyu didn't have to experience the painful feeling as he felt goosebumps rising all over his body.
"Damn it, why are you so cruel? Eighteen thousand blows, the burning of the immortal fire, the forging of the magic weapon and the hammer, the golden body will not die, the soul will not be destroyed, and the living soul will have to survive this painful forging.
It took eighteen thousand blows for me to die, which is simply inhumane." Feng Jueyu murmured.
At this time, while Lao Huo was hammering and forging, he was also explaining his weapon-refining techniques to the living soul of the monk in the thin iron.
"Haha, my forging skills are unparalleled in the world. When it comes to weapon refining, Huo Xuan is the best in the world."
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The sound of Lao Huo's words, the beating of the black iron hammer, and the screams of the monks circulated endlessly in the cave...
"The idiots locked up in those caves asked me and Lao Gu why we captured you. Haha, because this forging technique requires the freshest golden body spirit and maintains the vitality of the cultivation. Nothing can be wasted. And you are very lucky.
, in order not to waste any golden soul, I have kept you in the secret spirit treasure box for so long, so you have not wasted your time in this world."
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"It hurts. This kind of forging is the most painful thing for the soul-born golden body that is sacrificed. But only in this way can the true spirit of the magic weapon be aroused and the spirit of the weapon can be maintained in the process of maturation.
With great vitality.”
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"But you... are lucky enough, because I am refining a real artifact for Lao Gu. As long as the artifact is completed, you will become a part of the artifact spirit of the first artifact refined by people in the mortal world.
, in the future, Lao Gu will hold this weapon to dominate the world, and you will also be famous forever because of it, how wonderful..."
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Beat after beat, the monk never stopped shouting. He went from struggling in pain, to hysterical begging for mercy, to angry curses, which lasted for six and a half hours without taking a breath.
It took 18,000 blows and six and a half hours before it came to an end.
Feng Jueyu just watched like this for six and a half hours, so that he didn't feel that Tiandao Pearl was too hot later, because he was completely frightened by Lao Huo's methods.
I have never heard of such a cruel weapon refining technique. Just looking at it with your eyes feels extremely scary.
Six and a half hours later, Lao Huo stopped beating with sweating profusely, and then sixteen icicles gathered into the cold water hanging in the air, poured down, and sprinkled it all on the thin iron.
At this moment, Feng Jueyu felt lucky for the monk that he finally died.
When life is worse than death, maybe the monk wishes he could die sooner instead of enduring endless pain one after another.