C9

With enough strength, materials, and a refining environment, the sword that Shaoqing had been building for a very long time was finally about to be forged.

Shaoqing was the first to organize the materials. Agarwood, Bronze Essence of Hardness, Demonic Core, Snow Iron Stone, and Broken Sword.

The water continued to flow and the pressure was still strong. However, it was no longer too dangerous for Shaoqing.

He was ready. He spread out his spiritual sense for another 20 miles (After reaching the Great Perfection, his spiritual sense had improved). In order to succeed in refining, he needed to ensure that there were no mistakes.

After two hours, not a single demonic beast could be found within a radius of twenty Li.

The power of the scour was something that Shaoqing had first placed at a location 700 meters away to use water to scour. After a certain period of time, the shape of the copper essence had already reached its limit.

Flushing, fist strength training, the toughness of the copper essence was continuously being challenged.

Transforming and reforming, the internal structure of the Snow Iron Stone was also being strengthened.

After the fusion, the water flow could no longer be washed away, so Shaoqing began to use his own strength.

Their attributes were incompatible, and their rejection was too strong. He carefully released the Road Realm Demonic Core, releasing a strong wave of Demonic Qi. Shaoqing quickly used his Spiritual Sense and condensed the Demonic Qi within a certain range. Although he missed something, the impact of the water still forced it back into the Spiritual Sense that he had condensed. Only a very small fraction of it escaped.

Because of the power of expulsion, the intense Demonic Qi grew stronger, and the power of expulsion even grew closer to the point of collapse.

He held back his emotions. Seeing this scene, Shaoqing endured it all the same.

Just like dancing on the tip of a blade, the more dangerous it was, the more rewards it would reap. Only by holding back and making a move at the critical moment could the two items be fully fused.

As it was about to collapse, its nature had changed again. It slowly fused together, yet it also seemed to be the prelude to an explosive burst of power.

It was very dangerous, but it was also what Shaoqing had anticipated. Shaoqing used his spiritual sense to change the shape of the sword, and his spiritual sense to probe the shape of the broken sword.

I can't take it anymore. Shaoqing pressed down on the water and quickly purified the essence of the Agarwood. One drop, two drops. After purifying them, he found that there were a total of twelve drops.

The two items were no longer mutually exclusive and had already begun fusing. Right, true fusing, was not a mutation of using poison to fight against poison, it was a fusion that could split apart again and again.

As for the other eight drops, Shaoqing was preparing to merge them into the gap. But at this time, the atmosphere changed. The broken sword began to lose control of its newly forged head. With a flash, Shaoqing and the sleeping Tian Rong were thrown out from the waterfall.

A worn-out stone flew over.

"Who, who?" Brother, is there an enemy? Damn it, he actually disturbed my sleep. " Tian Rong said indignantly, wiping the saliva from his mouth.

"You're too lazy. I didn't expect you to be so lazy. You can even level up after sleeping every night. You're not any weaker than me." "It's fine. It's just that something went wrong while I was forging the weapon and we were thrown out." Shaoqing said with a wry smile.

As he was speaking, the waterfall began to change. The river water was cut off, the mountain peaks were broken, and rubble flew in all directions. A devastating disaster descended upon this beautiful waterfall.

In the center of the waterfall, even with his perfect eyesight, Shaoqing was unable to see clearly what had happened.

Shaoqing used his soul consciousness to check, and a suction force tore his soul consciousness apart. Shaoqing was startled and hurriedly retracted his soul consciousness. The suction force was also violently pulling back.

Shaoqing used all of his skills before finally withdrawing his spiritual sense back into his body. This was a battle without blood, but it was even more terrifying. Once the spiritual sense was pulled over, the soul whirlpool of the Young Master would be destroyed, and even his soul would be damaged. He might even lose his consciousness.

When he thought of the scenario unfolding in front of him, even the powerful Shaoqing himself felt as though he was on the verge of destruction. Powerful, destructive, and creative.

Shaoqing didn't dare to probe further. He could only wait quietly.

As for Tian Rong, after knowing that he was fine, he fell asleep again.

The time to wait was always torturous. An hour passed. Two hours passed. It was as if ten years had passed for the Young Sovereign.

Four hours later, the mutation finally ended.

A sharp, domineering dragon and elephant golden sword appeared, and with a "sou" sound, it rushed towards Shaoqing.

Thinking that they were in danger, Shaoqing retreated quickly. However, his sword was even faster. As soon as it reached the Young Master's side, it stopped moving.

When Shaoqing saw this, he gently caressed the sword. He felt that this was his life.

The sharp edge of the sword cut through Shaoqing's finger. A drop of blood entered the blood, and a feeling of spiritual transportation appeared.

"Bind it with blood." At this moment, Tian Rong was still in a sober state. When he saw this scene, he said something in a smooth manner.

Shaoqing, on the other hand, was very fond of this sword. Looking at its blade and contemplating its sword intent, he named it the Broad Soaring Golden Dragon Sword.

Yes, tyrannical Tyrant, Long Xiangtian.

The moment this sword appeared, the heaven and earth began to tremble.

Dark clouds suddenly condensed in the originally clear sky, and thunder rumbled within the dark clouds.

This was a thunder tribulation that gathered the power of the five elements. It had the special ability to transcend the five elements and punish the heavens, and it was the only way for an extremely strong weapon to appear.

A weapon could only defend itself against a weapon's tribulation. With the help of an outsider, the power of the weapon's tribulation would be multiplied by several times.

Hence, there was nothing Shaoqing could do. He could only hope that this sword could block the power of the Lightning Calamity.

Metal dragon, tyrannical devil, the power of the Soaring Sky.

The thunder tribulation seemed to have received a great provocation, its power becoming even more violent.

One by one, the lightning balls fell down, releasing a few arcs of lightning. It was truly as powerful as a heavenly punishment.

The Sword of Radiance Sect was a sword that could control the essence of Heaven and Earth.

My life was caused by the sword intent of the heavens. It completely infuriated the thunder tribulation.

The thunder tribulation began to contract, combining the last few waves of thunder and lightning together. And integrating them would naturally require time, so the Tyrant Winged Dragon Sword got a rare period of time to catch its breath.

However, this was only the calm before the storm.

In just a few moments, the dark clouds had been successfully integrated. The roiling thunderclouds and the destructive aura they exuded were several times stronger than before.

A powerful thunder dragon rushed out from the tribulation cloud, directly impacting into the sword's body. Because of this, the tribulation cloud dissipated.

However, Shaoqing was not happy that the tribulation clouds dissipated. At this time, it was the most thrilling. Victory or defeat would be decided in a single move.

If he managed to block it, the sword would be a success. If he failed, the sword would be nothing more than a dream.

He hated the feeling that he was not in control of his own destiny. After experiencing this, he was now even more determined to get stronger.

This was just a little thought in Shaoqing's heart, a little bit of determination.

The final battle between the Batian Golden Dragon Sword and the lightning dragon formed by the tribulation cloud had begun.

Gold Dragon Qi, Path of Demon Tyrant; Discipline Thunder Dragon.

The most powerful impact could only be heard with an explosion. The power of decisive battle had arrived.

The aftermath of the explosion spread for miles, and even Shaoqing was harmed by it.

"Such a strong explosion, will the Tyrant Winged Golden Dragon be able to block it? I hope the spirit materials of the broken sword can be blocked. " Shaoqing thought.

"Big brother, don't be anxious. I believe that your sword will definitely be able to block it." Tian Rong changed his appearance as he spoke.

In the center of the explosion, how could the sword be on the verge of collapsing? The power of lightning continued forging the sword, dispelling the magazine in the middle of the sword.

An extremely ordinary stone within the sword began to reveal Xun Li's color. Originally, it was unique in that it did not fit the sword's body, but because of the Thunder Dragon, it had intertwined into the sword's body.

"Yes." The addition of the stone caused the sword to change. It began to enjoy the baptism of thunder and lightning.

? ?

Over ten days later, Shaoqing appeared in the outskirts of the Demonic Beast Mountain Range.

Looking at the people gathering herbs for the sake of some silver taels, a thought suddenly appeared in Shaoqing's mind.

If his godfather hadn't died, he wouldn't have been so furious that he could unleash his inner potential. Right now, he might have been like them, gathering herbs in the mountains in order to satisfy their hunger.

With his foster father's smile and voice, Shaoqing would live a happy life and would not embark on the path of martial arts.

However, since they had embarked on this path, Shaoqing didn't cower. Even if it was the Allgod Demon, Shaoqing would still learn how to hold his own against the heavens.