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coercion 1

The Heavenly Prison is surrounded by copper and iron walls, with only a few small holes on the top connected to the outside world. The roof is controlled by a barrier, and the outside is heavily guarded. It is almost impossible for Huaying to escape from the Heavenly Prison in the northern tribe.

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It was rare to have time to be alone. Hua Ying sat on the iron bed. The light was not good. She took out the Xuanlu of Foundry and flipped through it.

After experiencing so much growth, Hua Ying has her own understanding of the words on the Xuanlu of Forging Weapons. Forging swords is like forging people. To create a unique weapon, one must master the secrets. In addition to obtaining various elite materials,

, you must also pay attention to the proportion of material content, and at the same time transfer your own thoughts to the weapon using forbidden techniques, so that an artifact has its soul.

His own thoughts? Hua Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, that is, if he wants to reach the highest level of the Forger, the innate key is to advance to the ranks of the Super Divine Illusion Master. Only in this way can he master the forbidden technique and forge the supreme super divine weapon.

If Hua Ying stays at the level of a god-level magician, the caster can only become a high-level heavenly fire caster, but cannot be promoted to the highest level of divine fire caster.

The Eight-Star Divine, the Nine-Star God-Emperor, the Ten-Star God-Emperor, and then the Super Divine Illusionist.

Moreover, the further she goes in practicing, the more difficult it becomes. Hua Ying became a sacred illusionist through her own perseverance in training, but... she is still far away from her goal.

Why are you so eager to become a Divine Fire Forger?

This strong thought flashed through Huaying's mind more than once, why——

Jiao Yue has said that she is a unique tool-casting genius. The path she wants to take is different from others. Her ultimate goal is to become the world's best tool-casting master, Qi Xingchen.

Is she just trying to enjoy the thrill of being at the pinnacle of achievement?

Still, she wants to prove to others that she is the strongest.

Hua Ying fell into deep thought. When she was ten years old, she firmly determined to become a strong person in order to protect herself and the loved ones around her.

At this time, her heart was very confused. It seemed that there was something more worthy of her fighting for, but she couldn't figure it out for the moment.

Just when Hua Ying was puzzled about the solution, the cell door was pushed open violently. This force made Hua Ying realize that the person who came was evil, and she immediately put away the Xuanlu of the Forging Tool.

The person who came in was wearing silver armor and was an expert from the Dibei Alliance tribe. There were a few people who entered the room, and there were dozens of people outside.

The leader's expression was unusually solemn, and he said to Hua Ying: "Xiling Hua Ying, come with us."

They must be people sent by Qi Shuihan. Hua Ying's injuries have not healed, and her phantom power has not recovered. She doesn't want to struggle in vain, so she stands up and goes with them.

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Tiannan Tribal Alliance, the Golden Palace of the Royal Palace.

Qi Xingchen was announced, and the moment before he entered the Golden Palace, Li Quan, one of the bodyguards (one of the Twelve Star Guards), came to report that the Xiling Flower Column was taken away by the Great King's silver armored soldiers in the heavenly prison.

Qi Xingchen's expression immediately changed. Qi Shuihan's silver-armored soldiers were soldiers trained by him himself. They were ruthless and ruthless. They only obeyed Qi Shuihan's orders. Hua Ying was taken away by them and her skills have not yet been restored, so she is in danger.

This time, Qi Shuihan must have his own plan. Qi Xingchen prepared for the worst, raised his solemn brows, and moved into the hall.

There were two neat rows of silver-armored soldiers on each side of the hall. Qi Xingchen raised his head and met Qi Shuihan's eyes. A soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he bent down to bow to Qi Shuihan.


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