In the small courtyard full of black iron ingots, Yang Yu sat quietly for a long time before digesting the shock of the collision of fists, and then slowly opened the human race bag.
Buzz~
Without the obstruction of Tiangang Fist, the moment the bag mouth was opened, a breath different from the real world came out.
Under Yang Yu's gaze, it turned into an archway as tall as a person. At the same time, he also noticed the consumption of spiritual energy in the human race bag.
This air gate can continue to be opened. With his induction, if he spares his spiritual energy, he can even open a city gate to come out.
But naturally he would not waste his energy. With a thought in his mind, he remained alert and stepped into the human race bag with a flash of his body.
Buzz~
Take one step forward and you will reach two worlds.
Between the flickering light and shadow, Yang Yu looked around, and everything he could see was a vast expanse of white.
"So big?!"
Yang Prison was shocked.
Even if he had known that the space that could accommodate 200,000 imperial troops would be large, he still couldn't help but be surprised at this glance.
There is actually a city in this human race bag!
A city in the truest sense!
City towers, city gates, moats, barbicans...all are available, and there is also a huge martial arts field outside the city!
Even the ground here does not look like the cloth bag he imagined, but is actually filled with soil!
Just like the legendary Blessed Land and Cave Heaven!
"No wonder this human race bag is known as an important weapon for the country..."
Holding a handful of soil in his hand, Yang Yu couldn't help but marvel. If it weren't for the fact that there were no sun, moon and stars here, he would have thought it was a small cave in the sky.
In comparison, his mustard space seemed too small and shabby.
The Konggu Stone is too rare. Even if he has the power of one, the mustard seed space is far less than one billionth of this place.
call!
Yang Yu closed his eyes slightly. Although he had not refined this magic weapon yet, he could still perceive the general layout of this space.
After all, this city is not for people to live in. Although it has everything on the outside, it is still a warehouse inside.
Not just one. He sensed carefully that there were more than sixty large warehouses here.
There are gold, silver, jewelry, black iron, gold essence, books, weapons, armor, elixirs, medicinal materials, ores...
And the most important thing, food!
"The value of a country's heritage, even if it is only a few points, is far greater than Zhang Xuanyi's secret treasury..."
After crossing the unguarded moat, Yang Yu saw a large group of people and horses who had fainted.
There are people, there are troops, and there is Lin Qitian...
"Still alive..."
Yang Yu's heart moved and he woke up Lin Qitian first.
Time, here, is relatively static, but not completely static. In addition, there seems to be air and spiritual energy.
Therefore, although it has been a long time, Lin Qitian and others still retain their vital signs, but they are as weak as babies.
"Well……"
Holding his forehead and sighing, Lin Qitian faintly woke up:
"kill……"
A one-byte roar was stuck in his throat. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, Lin Qitian's eyes flashed with confusion and astonishment:
"What, why is it you?!"
"It's a long story, but in short, it's..."
Yang Yu’s organizational language is concise and concise:
"You were kidnapped and I rescued you."
"Yes, I was possessed by Fan Ruyi and my mind was disturbed..."
Lin Qitian's stiff body relaxed and he smiled bitterly and fell to the ground. He was still in a daze, but he didn't want to ask anymore.
"Is there any food? I'm starving..."
Yang Yu was speechless, took out the dry food and handed it over:
"Eat slowly..."
He did not greet Lin Qitian. His thoughts at the moment were on the many warehouses in the city and the sacrificial human race bags.
Naturally, the imperial court's heritage will not all be contained in the human race bag, but this alone is enough to make anyone moved.
The savings of a country are far beyond what a single individual or force can match.
As Yang Yu walked around, his perception of this magic weapon gradually deepened.
In his mind, the huge wealth in this race bag emerged.
In addition to the more than 2,000 men and horses who were taken in, there were more than 74.3 million kilograms of gold, silver, and iron weapons, not counting ores.
There are 38.4 million stones of food and grass, in addition to countless jewels and jade.
These precious treasures, which are traded in taels by the outside world, are mostly counted in hundreds of thousands of jins here.
"With the power of one country, we can provide one person per surname..."
Taking a deep breath, Yang Prison stopped in front of a warehouse.
Behind him, Lin Qitian also wandered over. After a while, he probably straightened out some things. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh:
"The human race bag...getting this bag is like getting an army of millions..."
Until now, he was still in a daze, and his thoughts were moving very slowly, which was damaging to his soul.
So much so that even if he used his brain even a little bit, the pain would be unbearable.
"It is indeed a huge wealth..."
For some reason, Yang Prison suddenly remembered the starving people he had seen everywhere over the years, and how he almost starved to death back then.
With a sigh, he pushed away the warehouse in front of him.
Unlike other warehouses that are full, this warehouse looks empty, with only a few small piles in the middle.
But in Yang Yu's eyes, the value of this warehouse is one of the highest among the more than 60 warehouses.
Because what is placed here is a black iron ingot.
Black iron ingot of hundred forging level!
The Hundred Forgings in this life are different from those in the previous life. The Ming court stipulated that one pound of essence hammered out from one hundred kilograms of black iron ore is one forging.
One hundred kilograms of the essence is forged, and then pounded into one kilogram, which is ten forged. Repeatedly, thousands of hammers, the price of hundred-forged black iron is beyond imagination.
In fact, a hundred-forged long sword, as far as Jianghu is concerned, is the sect's hundred-year accumulation. It is as powerful as King Long Yuan, who can only use a thousand-forged level Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his lifetime.
It can be said that the cost of any thousand-level magic weapon is enough to make even princes tremble with fear.
This is because the impurities in the black iron tempering process can also be tempered into superior weapons.
Otherwise, except for the imperial court, no one would be able to build a Thousand-forged level magic weapon.
"Twenty thousand kilograms of hundred-kilogram black iron is enough to create a hundred kilograms of thousand-kilogram level long sword, and one hundred and ninety hundred kilograms of hundred-kilograms of hundred-kilogram level magic weapons..."
Looking at the pile of ironclads, Lin Qitian couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
He has been in the army for most of his life, and the wealth he has accumulated is less than one-tenth of the pile of black iron in front of him.
Not to mention, the one facing Xuan Tie is no less valuable, with twenty thousand kilograms of fine gold...
"Hundred-forged black iron, fine gold..."
Yang Yu took a breath.
This gold and iron is enough for him to recast the golden dragon scissors to make up for the defects of this magic weapon. It is more than enough.
perhaps……
After changing his mind, Yang Yu walked past this place and saw a huge blue sky stone and numerous empty valley stones in the corner.
Without the obstruction of Tiangang Fist, it was actually not difficult to refine the human race bag. By the time Yang Yu had finished walking through the more than 60 warehouses in the city, his aura had already been imprinted into this magic weapon.
"call!"
After releasing the more than two thousand men and horses trapped inside, Yang Yu exhaled a breath of turbid air and completely refined the human race bag in his palm.
After dispelling the original owner's brand, it is actually not difficult to sacrifice and refine the magic weapon. What is difficult is to warm it up.
The existence of any magic weapon requires spiritual energy to support it, otherwise it will not be able to be used and will even shrink day by day.
Its power is also related to warmth and nourishment.
"After becoming a Martial Saint, if I don't eat or drink every day, I can draw thirty strands of spiritual energy from the Blue Water Cold Pool, and twelve strands without delaying my normal work and rest..."
Thinking silently in his heart, Yang Yu had no choice but to give up his thoughts of refining the Heart Nail again.
The upper limit of the temperature and nourishment of the golden dragon shears is nine hundred strands of spiritual energy, and the human seed bag has 50,000 strands...
And unlike the Golden Dragon Scissors, the human race bag that contains a huge amount of supplies consumes spiritual energy all the time.
Fortunately, there are still nearly two thousand strands of spiritual energy in it. If he doesn't activate it vigorously, it can last for fifty or sixty years with daily use.
"Old witch..."
In the night wind, Yang Prison's courtyard door was closed. He sat quietly, regulated his breathing, and sorted out the income from the human race bag.
"Three hundred and thirty thousand pieces of armor, more than seven hundred thousand weapons mixed with dark iron, more than ninety thousand fine bows and crossbows, more than one million kilograms of arrows, more than seven million copies of books, and two hundred and thirty thousand medicinal materials.
More than ten thousand kilograms..."
As he read it, Yang Yu also felt a little sore in his teeth.
This is not just a quantity. It can be carried by Emperor Qianheng. There is absolutely no inferior quality, and most of them are fine and top quality.
He was not surprised. After all, this was a huge wealth provided by hundreds of millions of people, but it was just some that Emperor Qianheng carried with him...
After the human race bag has been completely refined, the various items inside it will be very intuitive and can be taken and stored at will according to one's thoughts.
After carefully counting the many supplies inside, at a certain moment, Yang Yu's mind stopped in a certain warehouse.
It was an inconspicuous wooden shelf, with a few scattered bottles of elixirs placed on it, and what caught his attention the most was.
"Diyuan Great Pill..."
Yang Yu opened his eyes and saw a dusty porcelain bottle in his hand. From the appearance, no one could tell that this bottle of elixir was one of the top elixirs in the world.
A piece of Earth Yuan Great Pill can save the Grandmaster sixty years of hard work to accumulate spiritual energy, giving him a chance to break through to the Martial Saint.
For this elixir, Nie Longtian served the imperial court for a period of time, and its value is self-evident.
And in this bottle, there are as many as three Earth Yuan Great Pills!
"Then Emperor Qianheng actually has medicine and doesn't need it?"
Yang Yu was a little surprised.
If there was only one piece of this medicine, it could be said that Emperor Qianheng wanted to keep it for himself, but it was clear that he had three pieces...
After playing with it for a moment, Yang Yu put away the bottle of elixir. As soon as his thoughts changed, pieces of hundred-forged black iron appeared in front of him.
"At the second level of body refining, you can already absorb the power of gold and iron..."
After changing his mind, Yang Yu did not hesitate, stretched out his palm and grabbed the hundred-forged black iron in front of him.
He had long thought of absorbing black iron into his body.
There are countless rare irons in the world, but Xuantie stands out among them and has become synonymous with divine weapons, not only because of its sharpness, but also because of its largest number.
It is also because of its major characteristics.
'Superposition!'
Of all the different types of iron in the world, there is no shortage of those who can forge magical weapons, but only black iron can be forged once, hundreds of times, thousands of hammers, and ten thousand times!
Even if the dark iron has been forged into a weapon, it can still be combined into two, and continue to be tempered and superimposed!
Black iron that has been forged a hundred times may not be comparable to those exotic irons, but after being forged a thousand or ten thousand times, there will be very few comparable ones in the world.
And more importantly, Ten Thousand Forgings is not the end of Xuan Tie, but the end of human power.
call!
The night wind blew in, blowing powder all over the sky. In the small courtyard, there seemed to be a bright red light, and a billowing heat wave also spread.
Next door to the small courtyard, Lin Qitian, who was recovering from his injuries, suddenly felt something in his heart. Looking through the light, he saw the red sky and the restrained golden light.
Faintly, I could smell a thick smoke, the smell of gold and iron.
But his attention was not on this, but on the strange yet familiar energy in the small courtyard...
At this moment, a flash of light seemed to flash through his slow brain, which made him stupefied and horrified:
"He is already a Martial Saint?!!!"
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In the days that followed, Yang Yu stayed in the small town, living in seclusion. Except for gathering craftsmen to build a new set of forging furnaces, he almost never left home.
Piles of dark iron ingots turned into fly ash in his hands, and as the amount of dark iron energy he absorbed gradually increased, not only was his martial arts improving, his sky-supporting body was also slowly moving towards the second level. .
This slowness is naturally compared to Jixuan Iron bone refining. In fact, it is much faster than the ordinary beating method.
Gradually, he also grasped the secret of the advancement of the Qingtian Body.
This magical power is rooted in the body and promotes the slow transformation of the body. At the same time, the strengthening of the body can also promote its promotion.
One day, two days...
January, two months...
The residents of the small town were surprised to find that a hot wind was blowing from nowhere in the city.
The wind was only warm at first, and since the weather was not yet cold, it did not affect too many people.
But gradually, this hot wind blows hotter and hotter. In the middle of winter, when the New Year is approaching, this wind is already a bit hotter than the scorching summer sun!
The heavy snowstorm, which was only slightly smaller than in previous years, was actually pushed out of the city by the hot wind.
For a moment, I don’t know how many people were exclaimed and horrified, and some even thought that gods had come to the world.
call!
suck!
In the hot red light, the naked Yang Yu sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes and exhaled, and pieces of black iron flew around him.
Every time an iron ingot turns into powder, another one will rise up in the courtyard to join it.
And as the pieces of dark iron melted, the red light surrounding him became stronger and stronger, until finally, his whole body became translucent.
The naked eye can see his skeleton, fascia, and even internal organs and blood vessels that are still trembling while sitting cross-legged.
Whoosh!
At a certain moment, he opened his eyes as if feeling something:
"Liansheng..."
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Huhu~
The cold wind outside the Great Wall crossed the border and turned the mountains and the earth inside the pass white. The territory of Yunzhou was completely white, and the snow had not stopped for many days.
escape!
escape!
escape!
Under the harsh cold wind, Lin Wenjun was in a daze. She didn't dare to activate her true power, and her whole body was frozen stiff.
But she didn't dare to stop, she had only one thought in her mind.
"When I came out of seclusion, I was very curious as to what could make the saint who has been cultivated in my sect for 20 to 30 years defect..."
Suddenly, the cold wind seemed to be frozen, and a cold sound floated from the flying snow.
"Great, Great Elder?!"
Lin Wenjun's thinking seemed to be frozen.
She never expected that in order to hunt down a junior like herself who had not yet become a furnace, the sect would actually use a great elder...
"It turns out that the God in your heart has been destroyed and replaced... But this is not the reason for your defection."
In the wind and snow, an old woman with a face as red as blood appeared like a ghost. Looking at Lin Wenjun, disgust flashed in her eyes:
"You dare to steal the sacred relics of the religion, you bitch, who is the person behind you?!"
boom!
The snow exploded, and Lin Wenjun ran away, but as soon as he stood up, he was knocked down by a palm, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"you……"
The red-faced old woman was about to cross-examine, but suddenly she saw that the bitch who had a face that she would rather die than surrender, for some reason, strangely lowered her head and made a gesture of worship:
"My maid, Lin Wenjun, comes to greet my master..."
"who?!"
Her expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly looked back, and saw a figure approaching from far away in the wind and snow.
"Although I don't want to admit it, I think it was me she mentioned..."
"Who are you……"
The moment the voice fell, the old woman finally saw the face of the person coming.
boom!
It was as if thunder exploded in front of him, his body shook violently, and he ran away without thinking.
"Yang prison!"
The shrill scream was extinguished by the violent force, and the old woman fell into the snowdrift like a dead dog. Yang Yu didn't even look at her.