Mo Fan retracted his thoughts and pulled out his left hand. The insulated iron ball in the air shone brightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Mo Fan took out a golden silk glove and slowly put it on his left hand.

I don't know what substance the golden silk glove was made of, but Mo Fan was wearing it and even held the iron ball emitting a terrifying heat wave in his hand.

Hissing!

The iron ball rubbed violently on the golden wire gloves, and streams of blue smoke floated out from it, which showed how terrifying the heat of the iron ball was.

But the golden wire gloves were not melted. Mo Fan quickly came to the iron platform next to him, and placed the iron ball firmly on it.

boom!

A golden hammer suddenly appeared in his right hand, and a ray of light flashed, and the golden hammer hit the iron ball hard.

The iron should be hit while it is hot. It is a very simple truth. Mo Fan held the golden hammer and kept bombarding the iron ball. The light visible to the naked eye wrapped the golden hammer. Every time he hit it, a bright golden light flashed in the basement.

The dazzling golden light almost made people unable to open their eyes. Mo Fan's whole body slowly covered with a layer of golden luster.

"Haotian Hammer, it's really a Haotian Hammer."

At this time, Xiao Chen had nothing to do. He leaned against the wall and looked at the golden hammer in Mo Fan's hand in incredible way.

The Haotian Hammer is a legend that can be transformed into a magical golden hammer, a magical artifact that the founder dreams of. Unfortunately, this is a power from the bloodline. It can only be possessed after awakening the Haotian martial soul, and it is impossible for outsiders to obtain it.

This was completely beyond Xiao Chen's expectations. Unexpectedly, there were indeed descendants of the Haotian Sect in the world. No wonder he easily said that he wanted to cast a heavenly level soul soldier.

It is absolutely easy for those who have awakened the Haotian Hammer to cast a Heavenly Level Soul Soldier as long as they have enough materials.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen's heart was completely boiling. After working hard for such a long time, it was definitely worth it to obtain a real heavenly soul soldier.

Because the iron block was shot into the source of Dou Sheng, its hardness was more than several times harder than the ordinary iron block. It was crackling and had been hit for thousands of times before it began to slowly deform.

The left hand, wearing gold wire gloves, kept changing the direction of the iron block. Under the storm of the right hand, the left hand also had to accurately control the iron block.

This kind of technique of using both minds and two things is difficult for ordinary people to do, and usually two people will cooperate with each other at this time.

But Mo Fan could do it with only one person, which only shows that the successor of Haotian Hammer has the talent in this area, even outsiders can't catch up with it.

When the golden light flashed thousands of times again, the dazzling iron block finally had a thick embryo of a knife. Mo Fan shot the sixth-level thunder-attribute demon core in with a blink of an eye.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the Haotian Hammer slammed hard on the part where the demon core had just been embedded, and an extremely dazzling light lit up, and the entire basement was filled with golden light.

Xiao Chen's eyes could no longer be opened, and then the golden light disappeared, and crackling lights jumped from the blade.

"What a powerful thunder attribute demon core." Xiao Chen was secretly shocked.

Ao Jiao, who shot out the source of Dou Sheng, had a faint phantom on her body, looking extremely weak. Her eyes were staring at the almost-formed heavenly soldier, and the scene in front of her blurred again.

In the scorching sun, in the desolate desert, a man in black was covered in scars, holding a broken sword in his hand, slowly walking on the yellow sand, leaving deep footprints.

"Master Wood, am I going to die?" A girl's voice suddenly floated out from the broken sword.

The man in black was covered with extremely terrifying sword wounds. Every time he took a step, blood dripped from his body on the yellow sand. Under the terrifying high temperature, his blood was not cut by the temperature.

Above the continuous footprints, a road paved with blood was left in this desolate desert, and the scorching sun hung high made his figure look extremely sad.

Hearing the sound from the sword, a trace of determination appeared on his face, a smile appeared on his pale face, and said, "You will not die, there will be three miles away to fall Fengqing Palace. Their palace master owes me a favor, and I will use their divine stone to seal you."

A faint low moan came from the broken sword, and the girl inside seemed to cry, with unparalleled sadness in her voice.

The man in black stopped, with a painful expression on his pale face, and said slowly: "Have you cried? I'm really useless, it actually makes you cry."

Above the Nine Heavens, in the Fengxiang Palace.

"Sangmu, my father is in seclusion. It is not convenient to see you, so you can leave."

"Do you don't want to see me, or you dare not see me?" the man in black said lightly.

"I'm shameless to give you a dying person. You are a dying person who actually comes to us for the Divine Stone. It's such a big joke. Get out quickly. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"The Fengqing Palace, which has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, can't even keep its word and keep its promises. It's really unexpected, but I'm going to settle this spiritual consciousness today."

"You are seeking death... You dare to kill me."

Before the young master of Fengqing Palace could finish his words, a blood hole suddenly burst out from his eyebrows, and he looked at Sang Mu with his eyes open. He never thought that he, a dying person, would dare to attack him.

Sang Mu looked at the young palace master of Fengqing Palace who fell down and said lightly: "Since I don't want to give it to me, then I'll get it myself."

In the Qijiao Mountains, when the mulberry wood that had snatched the divine stone was returned to the cave, there was only one breath left.

With a glimmer of utter expression, he looked at the broken sword in his hand, and the bright light flashed. The broken sword ended into the divine stone. "A thousand years later, I hope you find a master who will not make you cry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Suzaku Holy Seal planted by the Palace Master of Fengqing Palace in his body exploded. A ray of flame flashed by, and a fiery red Suzaku flew out of his body. A generation of Thunder Emperor Sangmu, turned into dust.

...

Puchi!

Mo Fan's palm slapped, and the Nine Nether Yellow Spring Water in the big tank stirred up a wave and landed on the completed soul soldier. After the sudden fire was completed, the last step of the heavenly soldier was completed.

When the water of the yellow spring dissipated, a long black sword appeared on the stone platform, and countless lightnings burst out from the blade.

Everyone in the basement could feel the terrifying power contained in the lightning, and Xiao Chen even felt a little trembling in his body.

At the same time, in the sky above the blacksmith shop, dark clouds were covered with thunder, and lightning bolts were ripped out of thunder in the air. This was a strange phenomenon of the birth of the heavenly soldiers.

Feeling the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth, Mo Fan quickly said, "Young Master Xiao, come and recognize your master quickly, otherwise this soul soldier will become a masterless thing."

Xiao Chen came to his senses and quickly walked over. The soul soldier on the iron platform perfectly met Xiao Chen's requirements. The streamlined blade body was almost comparable to the Tiansuo Moon-Slaying Knife after Bankai in the God of Death.

Looking at the new heavenly soul soldier, Xiao Chen suppressed the excitement in his heart and held it in his hand. In an instant, the lightning disappeared, and the black blade was full of restrained light.

The moment Xiao Chen held the hilt of the knife, the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth outside the house immediately disappeared, thick dark clouds dispersed, and the sunlight hit the ground again.

"What a good knife. Let's call you Yueying. From now on, you will be my Yueying knife. I will never let you break again." Xiao Chen said in admiration.

At this moment, Xiao Chen suddenly found that the surrounding space began to twist. After a moment, he found himself on a desolate mountaintop platform.

Feeling that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him, Xiao Chen quickly turned around and saw a man in black with a pale face looking at him.

Xiao Chen was shocked. The man appeared behind him and had no sense at all. And he stood there quietly, giving Xiao Chen supreme pressure.

He quickly released his spiritual consciousness, but was surprised to find that his spiritual consciousness could not be emitted in this space.

But then he calmed down because he did not feel any murderous intent on the man in front of him.

"Who are you, where are you here?" Xiao Chen said to the man in confusion.

The man looked at the Yueying Knife in Xiao Chen's hand and slowly spoke: "Yueying, good name."

The next moment, the knife in Xiao Chen's hand suddenly appeared in the man's hand. Xiao Chen was shocked and was about to move, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned and could not move at all, and he could not even close his slightly opened lips.

The man held the Yueying Knife and made a strange position, and then he did not move at all. On the top of the mountain, the cold wind kept blowing, blowing his hair, completely exposing the pale water chestnuts.

Even if Xiao Chen is a man, he has to say psychologically that this is a peerless man. If placed on the earth, it will definitely make those so-called idol male stars feel inferior.

Slowly, Xiao Chen understood what the posture in front of him meant. This was a starting move of the Source of the Battle Saint, a kind of attack technique that changed so many times.

This person seems to want to share with him the method of fighting the saints and let him understand something. The person in front of him must be extraordinary, and this opportunity cannot be missed.

Xiao Chen quickly calmed down and observed carefully. After all his mind was devoted, Xiao Chen strangely found that the person in front of him seemed to have moved, but he was clearly standing there and not moving at all.

It seemed that a mysterious sword technique appeared in his mind, but the next moment, the sword technique that was originally amazingly powerful turned into a sword technique that ruined the world, and after a moment it turned into a shocking gun technique that was as storm as storm.

When the mind becomes clear, the scene in his eyes becomes the man standing with a knife without moving.

Xiao Chen tried to simulate a killer move from his mind to attack the person in front of him, but every time he got close, he would be broken by this person. No matter how his attack method was, he would be cracked.

With his more violent attack, he defeated thousands of methods with one move and one sword to touch the world.

Xiao Chen flicked his finger and suddenly realized that he could move. The Yueying Knife returned to his hand. Xiao Chen hurriedly said, "Thank you for your advice, I dare to ask for your name Gao."

The man did not answer Xiao Chen's question and said to himself: "The source of the battle saint and the attacking energy do not need to be entangled in weapons, or in trouble or tricks. One move breaks all methods and one breath moves the world."

"Remember not to let her cry."

After saying that, a huge Lei Peng flew from the bottom of the mountain, and the man jumped onto Lei Peng and fled far away.
Chapter completed!