"Senior Hong, I owe you another favor!"

A critical moment, a dangerous situation.

At the moment when the eight dead thoughts dissipated, Zhao Chu used the Minglong Sword to replace the Ancient Fox Ancestor Sword, completing an almost impossible feat.

It's like catching a cliff jumper alive after his feet have left the ground, or like directly replacing a person's heart. It's almost impossible.

Even if it is the Human Emperor Yuan Langtian himself, even if he is the founder of the Infant-Zhanying Kujian.

But he still couldn't do this.

All of this comes from Hong Duanya in Zhao Chu's mind, the Martial Lord of the Dayan Realm.

At the critical moment, Hong Duanya punched a hole in the seamless technique and then filled it again, adding a little bit of possibility in this impossible state.

"You still have a long way to go."

As usual, Hong Duanya disappeared without saying a word.

Zhao Chu scratched his head.

He ignored Yuan Langtian's shocked fat face, quickly took a deep breath, and started the next fusion of dry thoughts.

Time is still pressing.

Outside the cave, there were deafening loud noises everywhere. It was the iron fist that hit Ji Dongyuan's body, and it was the ferocity that Zhao Chu hated to the bone.

10 minutes seems to fly by in the blink of an eye.

But for Ji Dongyuan in the storm, every second is a matter of life and death, how can he not worry.

…

The other side of the dry wall.

Yuan Langtian held his head and thought hard about how he could replace the dead weapon on the way.

This is simply impossible!

When he created the Infant Killing Withered Sword Technique, he even thought about this problem, but later found that it was impossible.

But Zhao Chu did it.

Absolutely true.

What kind of genius is a mere Foundation Establishment Realm person?

…

Outside the sixth cave!

"Haha, it's my turn this time... There are so many great monsters in the middle stage of foundation building, and hundreds of punches can't break a turtle shell. I don't believe it!"

Outside the cave, all the ferocious monsters are eager to try.

One by one, the fierce monsters with strong strength took turns to bombard the turtle shell.

Seeing that the green light on the turtle shell was getting darker and darker, more than 70 vicious monsters also took turns to bombard it.

bombardment!

It is still going on, the punches are like strong wind and rain, non-stop, every punch is enough to crack mountains and crack rocks.

The green tortoise shell is like a stubborn rock in the rainstorm. The more stubborn he is, the angrier these vicious monsters become.

Five minutes later!

Ji Dongyuan inside the turtle shell had more than half of his meridians broken and was seriously injured.

His remaining spiritual power was all supporting the turtle shell. If it weren't for the Wood Spirit Five Elements Body, he would have been killed five minutes ago.

You know, there are nearly a hundred big demons in the middle stage of foundation building. Even the strong Jindan can't bear such a sleepless bombardment.

Tragic!

In the eyes of the ferocious monsters outside the cave, Ji Dongyuan is just an extremely strong magical weapon of the Black Fox Clan.

For Zhao Chu, Ji Dongyuan is his brother.

When he is helpless, there is always someone pulling him to drink.

Zhao Chu used his spiritual power to sense Ji Dongyuan's state, and his eyes were about to split.

…

Buzz!

Finally, the fusion of the ninth dry mind ended.

At this moment, the blade of the Minglong Sword is densely covered with exquisite lines. If you look at it carefully, it looks like a treasure that the craftsmen have worked hard on. Just its luster is like the brightest star in the night sky, which is impossible to ignore.

.

Zhao Chu had no time to admire the sword.

There is also the last drawer.

Under the guidance of Yuan Langtian, Zhao Chu finally opened the last drawer.

dust!

This is a grain of earth-gray dust, as if it had been abandoned for a thousand years. When it falls to the ground, it is instantly indistinguishable from ordinary dust.

But when Zhao Chu took a closer look, he discovered something different.

The dust seemed small, but he couldn't ignore it.

In the blink of an eye, the dust was still the same dust, but before his eyes, a piece of stripped earth appeared, which was as tall as a person.

A trance.

The piece of land that was as tall as a person was once again reduced to a grain of dust, humble and humble.

"That grain of dust weighs a hundred pounds!"

Yuan Langtian said in a deep voice.

"A grain of dust weighs a hundred pounds?"

Zhao Chu was speechless.

Needless to say, on the earth in the previous life, even 100 kilograms of iron could not be compressed to the size of a fist.

And here, even though there are all kinds of mysterious geniuses and treasures, he is proficient in the art of forging.

Wanting to forge a piece of raw material weighing one hundred kilograms into the size of a fist is already the limit of limits, and even in an ideal state, he has not been able to achieve it.

After all, there is density inside an object.

This is a technical problem that is impossible to break through.

And a grain of dust contains a weight of one hundred kilograms, which is simply unbelievable.

Imagine this.

What would it be like for a person to be compressed into dust barely visible to the naked eye, ten times smaller than a sesame seed?

Although he was shocked, Zhao Chu quickly refined the one hundred kilograms of dust under the guidance of Yuan Langtian.

According to Yuan Langtian’s story, in the past, whether it was the Taishang Daoji Chapter, the Wuqing Dao Kongdian, or the magic sword forged by the powerful Nascent Soul, and the Nine Paths of Death...

Everything is laid for this speck of dust.

Zhao Chu was calm and collected.

The Minglong Sword is one meter three long and only weighs nine kilograms.

An insignificant grain of dust weighs ten times more than the Minglong Sword, which is simply shocking.

Buzz buzz!

As soon as the heavy dust fell on the Minglong Sword, the sword felt a little uncomfortable.

Although one hundred kilograms would not be enough to break the Minglong Sword, such a heavy object would still make its blade bend.

"Execute the Withered Sword Formula!"

Yuan Langtian Dao.

Zhao Chu did not dare to delay and quickly started to use the magic formula.

In an instant, the Minglong Sword glowed with purple light, and the lines where the dead thoughts gathered were like mountains and rivers, suddenly ignited by a layer of purple flames.

This moment.

The gravity in Zhao Chu's hand suddenly disappeared, and the Minglong Sword, which was bent by 100 kilograms of dust, instantly straightened up, as if someone had taken away the dust.

But the dust is clearly still on the sword.

Zhao Chu took a closer look and found that on the edge of the Minglong Sword, there was a mottled rust stain the size of a grain of dust, like a tiny gap, which seemed to have been corroded by the years for ten thousand years, and then dissipated in the wind.

100 kilograms of dust was completely integrated into the Minglong Sword.

"This withered weapon can withstand ten thousand grains of dust. When you gather 5,000 grains of dust, you will be qualified to completely kill Nascent Soul."

The dust has not completely merged yet.

Yuan Langtian had finished his instruction. He watched the dust melt into the sword body bit by bit. His pious eyes were like watching a baby being born, waiting for him to travel far away.

"Ten thousand pills?"

Even if he was as calm as Zhao Chu, he couldn't bear to lose his voice.
To be continued...