“Dangdangdang…………”

In the elixir room on the seventh floor of Sitianjian, Song Qing rolled up his sleeves, held a purple-gold sledgehammer and the same-colored iron pliers, and stood in front of the anvil to hone the steel.

His white clothes were covered in black and gray, his forehead was sweating profusely, and his eyes were thick and dark, as if he would die suddenly at any time.

After forging out the impurities, Song Qing took out a dark golden nail, aimed it at the iron embryo, and used a sledgehammer to hit the head of the nail.

In the harsh sound, dark golden nails pierced the iron embryo.

"It's incomparable, it's incomparable..."

Song Qing shook his head regretfully: "What material is cast by the Demon-Sealing Nail? Is there really such metal in the world?"

The demon-sealing nail in his hand was brought back by Sun Xuanji. He was entrusted by the alchemy genius Xu Ningyan and handed over the demon-sealing nail to Song Qing.

Mr. Xu is worthy of being a genius who is willing to contribute everything to alchemy. He is Song Qing’s confidant, who contributed such an important artifact to Si Tianjian for research.

Mr. Xu had only one requirement to contribute to the Demon-Sealing Spike, that is, he hoped that the alchemists would imitate the Demon-Sealing Spike.

The alchemists were so moved.

Mr. Xu not only contributed magical tools, but also entrusted them with important tasks.

At this time, a white-clothed warlock quickly walked into the alchemy room and whispered:

"Senior Brother Song, Teacher Zheng asked you to send this box to the bottom of the building and hand it over to Senior Sister Zhong..."

The supervisor teacher......Song Qing took the wooden box with some confusion and asked:

"What's it?"

The white-clothed warlock shook his head: "The supervisor said that only Senior Sister Zhong can open it."

Song Qing has always been an independent (rebellious) disciple. Upon hearing this, he went straight to open the box, but failed to open it.

"Okay!"

Song Qing nodded, hugged the wooden box half a foot wide and one foot long, left the Dan Room, followed the stairs to the first floor lobby, and then passed the iron gate behind the hall to enter the underground.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet underground, and the oil lamps dyed everything with a warm and soft orange color.

Song Qing sniffed the faint old-fashioned aura in the air. Most of the white-clothed sorcerers in Si Tianjian were away, either joining the army or traveling to save people. They had less time to breathe the door open.

Passing through the dark and long corridor, Song Qing stopped at the door of a forbidden room and looked inward through the ventilation window on the door.

Zhong Li sat cross-legged in the corner, sitting silently.

"Junior Sister Zhong!"

Song Qing pushed open the door, walked to her, and sat down cross-legged: "The supervisor asked me to give it to you."

Zhong Li opened her eyes, took the wooden box, and the lock tongue popped up automatically the moment she bought it.

Open the lid, and in the box laid with yellow silk cloth, a half-armed wooden hammer lies.

The wooden hammer is light brown, the handle is shiny and shiny, and the hammer head and handle are engraved with fine array patterns.

Zhong Li was stunned for a moment and looked up at Song Qing.

Song Qing happened to bow his head, and the brothers and sisters looked at each other and said in unison:

"Hammer!"

Song Qing suddenly realized and said, "No wonder the teacher of the sergeant said you would open the box. No one else can use this broken thing except you."

According to the teacher of the sergeant, he was a casual move when he was young.

Holding this hammer to hit someone else's head can change your fate, but the good or bad fate is uncontrollable, and the person holding the hammer and the person being knocked will be changed together.

People are divided into three categories, and they all have fates in all walks of life.

If you change your destiny, you will be punished by God and your life span will be reduced by half.

In other words, this broken hammer will not only make people's fate change unpredictably, but also start by halving the life span.

However, Zhong Li is an exception, because Zhong Li's current fate is "demonishment", and even the life-threatening hammer cannot change such a bad fate, so she can avoid side effects instead.

"What did the supervisor give you this thing?"

Song Qing looked confused: "Although you are a prophet now and you will suffer all kinds of disasters and the life-ratio is powerless. But if you use it to change other people's fate, your disaster will be aggravated."

Zhong Li shook her head and silently put away the hammer.

"Oh, when Caiwei was not in Sitianjian, she felt that the entire Star Gazing Tower was pure. Junior Sister Zhong, Senior Brother has to go back to refine weapons and leave first." Song Qing stood up and pushed him away.

.............

Distant overseas.

The white emperor, with white scales as white as jade, with cow nose, crocodile lips and lion mane, stomped on four hooves and sprinted onto the sea surface.

There are endless waves, and the sky is rising. Apart from the sky, there is only an endless ocean.

Baidi found his destination accurately on this difficult-to-identify sea.

It lowered its head and stared at the sea under its hooves. Its blue eyes lit up deep, dark light, like a vortex.

A vortex appeared on the sea surface, rapidly expanding into a large vortex with a diameter of dozens of meters, with white foam surging.

Baidi plunged into the vortex, and for a moment, he held a curved spear that looked like a bone, stone, gold and jade in his mouth, and rushed out of the vortex.

Its four hooves ran, like a horse, dissipating in the sky.

The vortex slowly calmed down, and the ocean recovered like this.

.............

Dongling City.

The urn city is built on the top of the city, and Xu Pingfeng stands on the top of the urn city, flying in white, and his posture is like a banished immortal.

He held a pot of wine in his hand and looked into the north.

............

Yunzhou Central Military Camp.

The chariots transporting Zibo are coming and going in and out of the military camp. The soldiers on the ground are repeatedly on duty and patrol work, waiting for the expedition at any time.

Compared with the Yunzhou Army fighting on three fronts, the 30,000 central troops were the most complete, and the elite troops were resting and waiting for the battle.

After a month, almost no troops were sent out in the military camp.

At this time, as winter gradually came to an end, the soldiers at the bottom were fine and had limited knowledge, but the middle and high-level generals began to unable to sit still.

They realized that as the pace of spring approached, the advantages and disadvantages of our side and Dafeng would begin to reverse step by step.

As a result, there were more and more sounds of fighting in the camp and higher.

To this day, more than a dozen middle and senior generals knelt outside the commander's tent and "coerced" Qi Guangbo to send troops.

Among them is Zhuo Haoran, who was demoted from the Left Army Captain to the Deputy Captain of the Charge Camp.

"General, you can't delay it anymore. If we don't take over Qingzhou this winter, it's hard for our army to fight to the capital after the Spring Festival."

Zhuo Haoran, whose left eye was gray and unable to see things, roared:

"The last general wants to die, but please let the last general die on the battlefield, please send troops."

The generals around agreed. Although they looked down on Zhuo Haoran, the defeated general, their position was the same at this time.

After a while of trouble, just when the generals thought they had returned without success, the military tent was lifted.

Qi Guangbo was dressed in military uniform, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, his eyes were calm and his face was calm. He glanced at the generals. Instead of getting angry, he smiled:

"I still have some patience to survive until now."

The single-minded Zhuo Haoran said in surprise:

"General?"

Qi Guangbo said in a deep voice:

"Zhuo Haoran, you ruined 6,000 elite soldiers in Songshan County. We should have dealt with them by military law. I cherish my talents and spare your life. Now I ask you if you want to atone for your sins."

Zhuo Haoran said loudly:

"If you can avenge your shame, you will die without regrets."

Qi Guangbo threw out a letter of order with his handsome seal and said lightly:

"Lead 8,000 elite troops from the left army to Songshan County to support Longxiang and Baiji, and break the formation of the three armies."

Zhuo Haoran's face was ecstatic:

"The last general will receive the order!"

Qi Guangbo stopped looking at him and turned to a general on the right:

"Wen Xuan led 600 artillery soldiers of the artillery battalion, 3,000 infantrymen of the camp, and supported the two armies of the black armor and green pythons in the Dongling. At the same time, he brought this general's handwritten letter to Ji Xuan."

He also threw out a letter of letter with the handsome seal.

"Zhao Bing, you will lead three thousand light cavalry to cut off the supply line in Songshan County, and you must travel day and night."
To be continued...