Emperor Xuming Tian was speechless by Gu Fenghua. Thinking about it, he really couldn't blame Gu Hua for this matter. It was indeed because he was too impatient.
"Senior, what's the name of this set of handprints?" Gu Fenghua asked curiously while placing the handprints.
"This is called the Creation of Heaven. It was created by an ancient powerful man named Tiantian Emperor. It is divided into two parts. The upper part is the Xuantian Artifact Technique you use, and the lower part is the Nine Heaven Artifact I use. Tiantian Emperor.
When I fell, the Creation of Heaven was ruined by most of the time. I found the remaining chapter of the lower part by chance and spent my whole life to complete it. I wanted to find the upper part, but I was killed by the death of the disaster, so I could only regret it for life. Unexpectedly, the lower part
In the end, it fell into your father's hands." Xu Ming Tiandi explained.
After saying that, he sighed again and said lonely: "I was a little dissatisfied when I talked to your father about scriptures and teachings. I thought that even if my talent and understanding were not as good as him, my skills in refining might not be inferior to him. Now I look at it.
Come on, even if you compare the art of refining weapons, I am still far inferior to him.”
Although he brags in front of Gu Fenghua, he also knows that the half of the method of seizing the Creation of Heaven that he had made up was actually a bit fallible. Judging from the handprints Gu Fenghua made at this time, the other half that Emperor Ling Xutian had made up,
But there was no mistake. In this way, he was still far inferior to Emperor Ling Xutian compared to the art of refining weapons.
No wonder these two sets of handprints complement each other, and it turned out to be the upper and lower parts of the Creation of Heaven. Gu Fenghua suddenly realized.
Hearing the lonely tone of Emperor Xuming, she wanted to comfort her, but when she thought about the great Emperor of Heaven, she was still in the mood to brag about her own skull. Her firmness in her heart is comparable to ordinary people, so why do you need your own comfort?
If you want to comfort me, maybe you will sprinkle salt on someone else's wounds, so you will decisively dispel this idea.
After the answer to the doubts in her heart, she stopped talking and continued to print her handprints with concentration.
Obviously, Gu Fenghua overestimated the will of Emperor Xuming.
Next to him, Emperor Xuming tilted his skull and looked at Gu Fenghua pitifully with his two resentful black eye holes: Didn’t you see that I was hit like this by your father and daughter? Do you want to comfort me?
A few words of comfort me...
The poor Emperor Xuming Tianshen finally did not wait for Gu Fenghua's comfort, but waited for a "buzzing" sound.
On the ancient elixir furnace, countless runes flashed at the same time, the furnace cover was opened, and the Nine Heavens Destroying Gourd was suspended in the sky, and a talisman light was flowing.
"You are not a half-trail weapon, but two!" Emperor Xu Ming exclaimed, and his skull's mouth was almost unable to close.
As the Emperor of Heaven, of course he had seen half-step Taoist weapons, and even real Taoist weapons were not too rare for him. Before he fell, the Xuming Sword he wore was a Taoist weapon. But like this, it was combined into two.
It was the first time he had seen a half-trail weapon that was both offensive and defensive.
Gu Fenghua didn't say anything, but just focused on handwriting.
Although she had never refined aisle tools, she heard the pleasant sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the Demon Wood Cauldron and the Nine Heavens Destroying Gourd had reached the most critical moment of being promoted to the Taoist weapon, and she could not tolerate any gap.
Taixu Zhenyan danced happily with his handprints, and countless runes flashed. The power of the Taoist Saint who was filled with the realm of disaster once again gathered from all directions, and poured into the Demon Wood Cauldron and the Nine Heavens Destroying Gourd like a tide.
They trembled violently, and the pleasant sound of the sound became shrill and sharp. Thin cracks appeared on the surface, as if they were about to be broken by the powerful and majestic power of the Taoist Saint.