Four days later.

Ding Yi arrived as promised.

The three casting masters offered their own scepter.

Ding Yi glanced at him.

The things that the three men cast were all raised by scepters, and they were simply unformed iron sticks.

Iron sticks are even more rounder than them!

Ding Yi suddenly got angry.

He pinched the "stick" with his palm and glared at Sima Yang: "Is this your best casting master?!"

In an instant, the madness exploded!

Sima Yang fell to his knees on the ground.

He was so scared that his fat all over his body was trembling: "Stop angry, sir!"

A casting master said in embarrassment: "Sir, we are not strong enough, so it is already difficult to build a demigod weapon. This divine weapon is really hard to do!"

"You mean, can't cast it?"

Ding Yi's expression suddenly changed.

He stared at the casting master with a terrible look, and then came to him and reached out to him and grabbed his neck!

He said gloomyly: "Then, you are a waste! Waste, don't deserve to survive!"

He used his palms.

Click!

The casting master died immediately!

The rest of the people were so scared that their faces were pale as gray. They knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.

"Is it really impossible to make it?" Ding Yi glanced at everyone with his cold pupils, "Or... don't you want to cooperate?!"

He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

There was murderous intent in my eyes.

Everyone was horrified and horrified.

Ding Yi's semi-saint pressure was too terrifying, making them almost faint!

Sima Yang is almost collapsed.

What to do, what to do? If you really anger the Lord of the Palace, let alone them, I am afraid that the entire Chili City will be destroyed!

The key is...they are really not capable enough!

"It seems that you won't cry after seeing the coffin..."

Ding Yi came to Sima Yang, grabbed his clothes and smiled horriblely, "If no one can do it, then there will be no reason for Chili City to exist!"

The moment he was pulled up, the three layers of fat under Sima Yang's neck shaking.

His face was as white as earth, and his legs were so weak that he became noodle.

At this time!

A middle-aged man hurried over, knelt down in front of Ding Yi with a thump, and said tremblingly: "Sir! I know! I know someone can definitely cast magical weapons!"

Chili City, Elder Gao!

"Oh, it seems that there are still smart people among you."

"Tell me, who is that person?"

Ding Yi showed a satisfied look. He let go of his claws and Sima Yang collapsed like a dead pig.

Elder Gao said: "That man is Kong Qiuchen, he is the first forging master in the wasteland! He can build a divine weapon!"

"Very good, bring him to meet this temple."

"This... this person is a criminal, imprisoned in prison, suppressed by forbidden artifacts and unable to act!"

"Where is he?"

"Lone Wind Cliff!"

"That palace, let's condescend to see it! Lead the way!"

Ding Yi narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

Elder Gao looked at Sima Yang, and there was a complicated feeling in his eyes.

Thirty years ago, Kong Qiuchen was his most capable comrade-in-arms, accompanying him to rise to the top, fighting in all directions, and accompanying him to become the city lord.

But later, Kong Qiuchen was determined to swallow the sky and wanted to get involved in the position of the city lord. Sima Yang punished him for being a crime of treason and implicated the nine clans.

only……

Sima Yang was moved by his compassion, and in the end he kept his life and imprisoned him on the cliff of Lone Wind.

Kong Qiuchen is the world's number one casting master. Although thirty years have passed, he is still unprecedented and has no future!

It took too long for Sima Yang to forget this person.

He was worried that after thirty years, would Kong Qiuchen still have the superb casting ability that he had back then?!

If you don’t practice the sword for a day, you will still be able to get your hands.

The same is true for castings, not to mention that they have been abandoned for decades!

No matter what, Kong Qiuchen is now their only life-saving straw!

Sima Yang said: "Go to Gufeng Cliff!"

He was a little reluctant to see this person, but because of Ding Yi Yinwei, he had to surrender.

…………

Behind the city lord's mansion, there is a stretching mountain range.

At the highest peak, there are thousands of feet of cliffs, birds and beasts flying, and haze piles up in the sky all over the sky.

The wind is blowing, and the unknown whistle sound is surrounded by a faint throat, which is creepy.

This place is called Gufeng Cliff!

A black cave stands on the top of the cliff, and three layers of ban formations are suppressed on the cave.

This place is even more gloomy than Yin and Yang Valley.

He is just a traitor. If he kills him, he will have to do his best to imprison him!

Compassion is just a narcissism that moves oneself!

Ding Yi glanced at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't stand Sima Yang's way of doing things.

Sima Yang took them into the cave.

As soon as you enter, there are burning flames.

The sea of ​​fire is connected to the sky.

The terrible temperature distorts the space!

In the middle of the cave, there is a cylindrical stone platform. Around the stone platform, there are fires everywhere. Under the stone platform, red magma is rolling.

Every time the rolling is rolling, a rolling heat wave will rush out.

The temperature of the entire cave can almost burn people.

There was a man sitting cross-legged on the stone platform.

He was wearing a ragged shirt, with torn straw sandals on his feet, and his hair was messy and dirty, covering his face.

There are black iron chains as thick as an adult man's arms, which come out from four directions in the east, west, south, and north of the cave, crisscrossing into a net.

The center of the net is the man with a hooded head!

Two iron chains were tightly wrapped around him, and the chain was filled with strange light, and there was a seal!

The tip of the chain is a sharp iron hook, and his body has been penetrated by the iron hook!

These two iron chains passed through the man and twisted onto nearby chains like twists.

He was covered in scars, with new injuries stacked with old injuries, and the blood on the wound turned black and purple.

Because the iron chain pierces, the wound will never heal.
Chapter completed!