Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Meals should be eaten one bite at a time, and things should be done one by one. The matter of the enemy's sword will be postponed for the time being, and the things that should be done at hand should be done before thinking about it. As soon as they saw it, they knew in their hearts that Mr. Zong Jue was conducting some dangerous experiments again.

The karmic flames of hell ignited in the forge, the water used for cooling is the pure water of the heavenly reincarnation pool, the selection of ores is complicated, and everything is placed there not like iron for casting, but rather expensive and rare. The gems shone brightly, creating a thin, soft, dream-like translucent cloud.

The red fire light, the ice blue water light, the colorful glow of the ore, a small forging room is reflected by all kinds of colors that complement each other, like a magnificent dream that is unreal, as if it has reached a causal cycle At the end point, looking up, countless "threads" symbolizing destiny on the ceiling and floor are entangled and intertwined, and are fiddled with by invisible hands to form various shapes. They are sprayed from the flames, submerged in the water, and gushed out of the water, submerging the color of the ore.

Yao Lang just stood at the door and watched, he was already taken away by this spectacle, staring at those "threads" that should have been invisible but were colored by the glow, they were clearly inanimate existences , but for some reason, he was as familiar as an old friend reunited after a long absence, so familiar that he wanted to cry. He stretched out his hand, and those "threads" gathered between his fingers and flowed back and forth. He felt that his body seemed to have lost weight. To be drawn into the radiance.

"Bang!"

The sound of heavy hammers hitting the ground shattered the dream. He suddenly came back to his senses and saw Zong Jue handing out a hammer to Xiaohuwan. What Zong Jue took out were two ugly hammers that seemed incompatible with this fantastic scene. The black one is probably a handle made of some kind of wood chopped and polished, and the hammer head is also a large black and rough piece, because after using it for a long time, the part that is often stressed will be flattened, forming an irregular shape. strange shape.

"Be careful." Zong Jue said, "The cause and effect here can eat people."

Then, just like when he was forging Xiaohumaru, the phase hammer bowed three knees to the main hammerer, and Xiaohumaru took out the fox mask that covered the upper half of his face from nowhere, because he was old and long Lost the supernatural power added by Inari God, but the red and gold patterns on it are still as gorgeous as ever, the red is rich, like a rose that will not bloom when you wake up in the morning, the golden color is shining, like the light of the sun falling on the dew, half-closed The fox eyes are drawn with vermilion to elongate the end of the eyes, giving birth to a bit of treacherous and erratic charm for no reason.

Xiaohumaru half-kneeled on the ground, raised his head and raised his hands to seriously cover Zong Jue's face with the mask. Looking at those eyes through the mask, it was like traveling through countless years in an instant and returning to the place where he was just born. At that moment, when he was ignorant and confused, those eyes were the first imprint of his memory. Along with the blood of Huang Quan's family members cutting the blade for him, it flowed across the blade, and burned a wound on his heart that was always faintly agitated and painful.

"I won't be able to see clearly." Zong Jue said so, but he still cooperated with the mask to cover his face, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised an inconspicuous arc.

He turned around, rolled up his sleeves and tucked the corners of his clothes into his trousers. In a few hours, he would probably have to take off his jacket due to strenuous physical labor and high temperature, but he still had to wear it properly.

The fire needs to be bigger. The fire of hell karma uses the sins of the dead as fuel. Zong Jue added some dry bones of the dead in Abi Hell to the flames, and the flames instantly burned to the height of several people, burning the soul with heat. The body was so hot that the mouth was dry and the sweat rolled down like rain. Under such a temperature, the ore gradually melted, and the various ores that were originally as clear as water and oil intertwined and permeated, and changed from colorful to pure red that was burnt. , the sword model was built by Zong Jue's spiritual power, and the soft liquid was paved on it. Immediately after Yao Lang slashed his wrist, golden mist rushed out faster than blood, filling the entire knife forging room in an instant. And those "threads" wandering in the air are like winter snow in spring, which dissipates invisible in an instant when it encounters fog.

The mist is conscious. After briefly swallowing the "threads" in the room, it began to try to blend into the liquid flowing in the sword model. Zong Jue's spiritual power opened up the easiest and fastest channel. Walking through the channel like hair, it became more and more condensed, thicker and smaller, and the red sword mold was covered with dense golden lines, and after that, hammer and hammer, there was no stop. Pausing to beat, hammering the unstable shape into shape, fixing the invisible cause and effect on the tangible weapon.

The main hammer smashed down mixed with the filth of the underworld, and the moment it was lifted, the hammer followed one after another with the lightness of Gao Tianyuan. There was a dull sound and a clear sound. Underworld and heaven, the beginning and end of life coexist, and the cycle of causality The node, in the fusion of spiritual power, turns into a miniature and descends on the half-formed sword body. It is not so much a sword as it is a projection formed by the collection of countless causes and effects. Cut off the power of causal obsession.

There was still the last trace of mist wrapped around Yaolang's wound, it didn't leave or dissipate, it just fluttered like it would collapse in the next second, but it entangled incomparably stable.

After the sound of the hammer subsided, the hot sword was dipped into the cooling water, arousing a large amount of mist to surge, refining it into a brilliance like the morning sun.

It's like cutting off a section of sunlight to make the body of a sword, and taking a rainbow to make the blade.

All the splendor in the room disappeared, or rather, merged into the sword.

There is no hilt yet, just a bare sword body, but it is good enough to make people ecstatic.

"You hold the sword, we should part." Zong Jue looked at Yao Lang, "Remember, when you see me again, don't buy me such a nasty wine."

"You obviously drank very happily at that time." Yao Lang said, when he held the sword, the last sliver of mist from the wound flowed into the sword body, time began to reverse, everything began to reverse, Yao Lang even He could hear the sound of his own blood flowing backwards. He was pulled up and down by the timeline. The violent impact caused his mouth and nose to bleed and his eyes to turn black. Before he could react, he had lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, what was reflected in the still blurred retina was the gurgling stream that was flowing calmly, the breath in the air was ancient and nostalgic, and everything was silently and deafeningly reminding him that he was no longer there. The original timeline is up, and he's alone, with nothing but the sword.

"But it's good to have you here." Yao Lang touched the sword beside him, and the sword hummed twice, as if he was extremely happy.

"You have to find a place with people first." He identified the direction, stood up, walked into the woods along the stream, and gradually drifted away.

At this time, on the other side, Zong Jue had already packed up his knife forging room, took a shower and changed his clothes, went to Ghost Lantern to bring the enemy knife who was having a good time drinking tea and snacks, and then Xiaohuwan, Izanami returned to Honmaru before Izanami noticed Tenjin God's trace.

How to say about the enemy sword this time, in addition to being very powerful, it also has a very strange shape. Zong Jue looked at the main body beside him, and suddenly wanted to know what kind of mentality the caster had to make it Choose this kind of shape - the huge fan is half the height of a person, both from the practical point of view and from the aesthetic point of view, because of the extremely delicate position, if you don't have the strength to hold this kind of weapon, it will probably just get in the way Suicide.

Similarly, he also wanted to know what kind of mentality the Time Traveling Army had in choosing this weapon. The style of painting didn't quite match the entire enemy sword camp.

Noticing Zong Jue's eyes, Di Dao raised his eyebrows and pushed the body next to him, "Flame Ball Fan." He didn't know whether he was introducing weapons or himself, "The weapons passed down from generation to generation by the Uchiha clan, if not enough If it’s strong, you can’t use mine.”

It is not a weapon made of steel. Zong Jue roughly deduced the material when he touched it. The method of making this weapon is not very good. It is entirely relying on sufficiently advanced materials to improve actual combat capabilities. He can pick out a bunch of bugs that can be corrected. It is indeed a weapon that cannot be used without enough combat experience to adapt.

The Flaming Ball Fan would come to the underworld, so he naturally wanted something. He started with "Actually, I always thought that the Uchiha family might not have a good brain", and told Zong Jue the story of his master—probably just a desire The story of how the Heping brother-controlled boy was deceived into dying step by step, and then he really killed himself.

It is full of personal prejudice and hatred of iron and steel.

Although the flame fan is a weapon passed down from generation to generation in the Uchiha family, there are very few who actually hold him as a real combat weapon. In fact, only the man named Uchiha Madara is the only one who uses it well. Uchiha Madara is also the Uchiha Madara he has seen. The ninja with the most outstanding qualifications in the history of the Po family - in his world, people with supernatural powers are called ninjas, but they are not the same as ninjas engaged in tasks such as assassination and spying in the popular sense, more like ninjas, samurai, A collection of supernatural beings, soldiers, etc., and while possessing such overwhelming power, it is unbelievable that they did not have a social status commensurate with their strength. Instead, they became pawns in the national game and were consumed in internal struggles among.

Those who used to be nobles like the Uchiha clan but became ninjas will be considered as self-willed and depraved.

Uchiha Madara lived in the most intense era of wars. The wars between countries used ninjas as knives. Therefore, various ninja families formed irreconcilable blood feuds. In addition to the national wars, ninja families continued to fight. In this case, civilians Regardless of the nobles, the average lifespan of a ninja is terribly short. After all, children of seven or eight years old can be sent to the battlefield even if they have combat effectiveness, but none of them survive.

"So, my master is a very greedy person. He wants to protect his brother, he wants peace, and he wants this world to be free from war." Huo Tuanfan sighed, his tone full of what I can do, of course I can only Forgive him for such meaning, and finished the follow-up slowly, "But the desire for world peace, only the gods can realize it?" He looked at Zong Jue and said, fearing that Zong Jue didn't understand, he added, "Can you fulfill my wish?"

Zong Jue stood up without hesitation and walked out.

He quit this job!

Do you think he is a wishing machine? No, even a wishing machine can’t achieve world peace, do you know that!As long as human beings or intelligent creatures survive, world peace is an absolutely impossible delusion!

The power of the gods is also limited, right? !

Let the Flame Fan go to the enemy, anyway, even if the time retrograde army really collapses the history, it will not affect him. To be precise, history has been changed since the birth of the time retrograde army. What the government of time is doing instead of Rather than protecting history, it is better to minimize the changes caused by the time-traveling army to prevent the modern society from being wiped out by the butterfly effect. For the gods in the space, maybe the gods on the plateau who rely on faith will worry about the reduction of faith power caused by the changes of history, but for Huangquan gods like Zong Jue who do not rely on faith at all, which way is history going? Their influence is minimal.

Reincarnation of life and death is an eternal law. As long as life and death remain unchanged, the god of hell will exist forever. The most change in history is the impact of changing a group of dead to serve their sentences and working overtime.

What Zong Jue is most afraid of is working overtime.