Refining Heaven and Earth Chapter 1892: Sword Refining

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The air of chaos was boiling, cheering, and rushing to the same place. Now the scene has lasted for five full days.

The powerhouses of the God King Pavilion seem to be used to them, watching all this quietly, their eyes shining with eager anticipation.

The day of waiting has finally come, much earlier than expected.

In the center of the storm, a huge body stands upright, consuming the chaotic energy arbitrarily, into the dantian, into the flesh and blood, and into the depths of the soul.

At this moment, he wants to merge with this original land, he wants to merge with this world!

Honghuang will be a brand new one, everything will change because of him, Fang Bai!

The dragon scale armor was shining with blood, as if it had a new life, absorbed a lot of blood, and the brilliance became more and more dazzling, Fang Bai could feel its cheers, and feel that it was getting stronger.

"Grow up, grow wantonly, and release all you have!"

Whisper softly, as if talking in a friend's ear, the dragon scale armor seemed to have heard it, and it made a buzzing sound, and the chaos gas accelerated.

The cultivation base is still climbing, but the body is stagnant. The power of the dragon's essence and blood makes the body full, and it is difficult to take a step.

"The mid-term peak of the gods, is it over here?"

Looking at the howling chaos, Fang Bai's eyes became more determined, he was not reconciled!

The heart is lightly moved, the Wuque Sword emerges out of thin air, and a smile appears at the corner of Fang Bai's mouth, "Can you help me go further?"

The real Jiujueba Body Jue does not practice the Dantian, but the flesh and blood, the five internal organs, the muscles and bones, and builds oneself into a body composed of divine tools.

In order to refine the prehistoric, Fang Bai had to make changes.

At this moment, the body is stuck at the peak of the mid-stage of the gods. If you want to take this step, you must find another way.

The Jiujueba Body Art is his opportunity!

"Come on, let us become one!"

The faint voice reverberated, the spiritual thought sank into the Wuguajian, the real air flowed, the right arm swelled, and the blood penetrated.

"Go in!"

With a loud shout, Wuque's sword dashed through the void and pierced directly from Fang Bai's right shoulder blade, straight through his right arm!

"Ah!"

The painful roar echoed, the dragon roared, and the blood ran down the right arm, staining the void.

Long hair is flying, with a hideous face, Fang Bai clenches his teeth firmly, running the Nine Absolute Hegemony Body Art, and the sword greedily **** his blood, exuding an unyielding will, and doesn't want to merge with him at all.

"Go in!"

Fang Bai's painful voice sounded, and his divine spirit, true energy, and blood enveloped the sword, slowly refining.

Wuquejian seemed to be sucking blood endlessly, a dizziness came from his mind, and Fang Bai's body shook suddenly.

"Since you want to suck, then let you suck!"

Under the two drops of essence and blood, the heat flow dissipated in the abdomen, and the Jiujueba Body Art circulated, continuously rushing toward the right arm.

Om!

Wuquejian let out a sword sound, becoming more greedy and devouring it desperately.

"Ah!"

Another painful voice echoed all over the place, alarming the powerhouses of the God King Pavilion.

"What happened?"

Huanyu's complexion is cold, and he wants to disperse his spiritual thoughts, but hesitates for fear of disturbing Fang Bai.

"No one is allowed to move, those who move rashly, kill without mercy!"

Meng Biluo's cold voice sounded. No matter what happens to Fang Bai now, they are not able to control them. The only way is to wait!

If this causes Fang Bai to make any mistakes and give up all his previous efforts, no one can afford it!

The strong faces of the God King Pavilion are gloomy, and their hearts are lifted up. Is it possible that the hope that has just burned will be extinguished?

"Ah!"

Another painful roar came, and everyone's faces became more and more ugly!

At this time, a sword beam rushed out of Fang Bai's right arm, blood shot all over, and the whole right arm was **** and almost scrapped.

"Why?"

Fang Bai has a hideous face, thinking that Wuque Sword belongs to him completely, and there is no problem with refining. Who would have expected an unyielding will at this time.

In any case, it must be refined!

So...

"Fine for me!"

There was a violent shout, and the air of chaos whizzed around Fang Bai's right arm, the skyrocketing Jianmang was pressed back, and Wuque's sword kept beating in his right arm, struggling to get rid of it.

"I can't help you!"

Fang Bai said coldly, "Since you are disobedient, then forcibly refine you."

At this moment, I can no longer care about the dragon scale armor, and all my spiritual thoughts are sent to the Wuwei Sword, to wipe out that unyielding will.

The strength of Wuwei Sword lies in that unyielding will, and the trouble of Wuwei Sword also comes from that unyielding will.

Since he is unwilling to be refined by Fang Bai, then erase it and integrate it into Fang Bai's own will.

I have always felt that Wuquejian is not so handy, but there is no better alternative. Now is an opportunity.

Om!

The sound of the sword pierced through the right arm, like a ripple spreading to all directions.

Fang Bai's expression is cold, and the spirit of spirit, blood, true energy, and chaotic energy are all wrapped up with swords, forcibly suppressed!

Struggling, resisting, angry, unwilling, Wuqijian has his own will, stronger than Fang Bai expected.

Unfortunately, Fang Bai nowadays is different from the past, and Hong Huang is not able to defy his will. No matter how strong the Wuqian sword is, it is a divine weapon after all.

"Lian!"

Rolling Zhenqi roared away, the spirit of mind quickly swept across every corner of the sword, and soon saw the giant sword that penetrates the sky and the earth, exactly the same as the one seen in the Valley of the Sword.

"Are you at the trouble?"

Fang Bai sneered coldly, his divine mind rolled away, madly at the sky-reaching giant sword.

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Om!

The sky-reaching giant sword vibrated, and the brilliance shot, and then the figure of an old man appeared, Fang Bai couldn't help but stunned, "Ning Wuqian?"

It turns out that Ning Wuque not only left his will in Wuque Sword, but also left a divine mind, hidden so deep that Fang Bai never found it.

"You have finally grown to this point!" The indifferent voice said from the virtual shadow, "Then, the old man has no meaning anymore, I wish you good luck!"

The voice fell, and the Heavenly Great Sword violently scattered, disappearing without a trace.

Wuquejian suddenly calmed down, and slowly merged into his right arm under the urging of Jiujieba Body Jue.

"Is this over?"

Fang Bai couldn't help being stunned, the prepared battle did not take place, as if a heavy fist hit the void, very uncomfortable.

I changed my mind, and instantly relieved that no matter how strong this divine mind is, it is not his divine soul's opponent, not to mention that Ning Wuqian would not interfere with it.

After the trouble was solved, Fang Bai was in a good mood. While the spirit of mind continued to urge the dragon scale armor, the Jiu Jue Ba Body Art roared.

Hearing the silence here, the strong people of the God King Pavilion secretly relieved, Fang Bai is their hope, and there must be no accident.

Boom!

The air of chaos is still roaring, as if it will never stop.

Six days, seven days, eight days...

The smile of Huanyu's mouth is getting stronger. He is also a person who refines the small world. He is very aware of the mystery. The longer it lasts, the greater the benefits.

"Elder Dream, how many days did you last?" Huanyu asked with a smile.

Elder Meng's mouth narrowed with a smile, and said dissatisfied: "Want to hear the old man's joke? Let me talk about you for a few days."

"Uh..."

Huanyu smiled bitterly: "I'm far away, only six days!"

"Only six days?"

The powerhouses of the God King Pavilion heard the words, and their faces were instantly bitter. Three days is already a great good fortune, and usually only one day, six days is definitely a genius against the sky.

"Hmm!"

Meng Biluo said indifferently: "You are practicing the Five Elements Way. It is not easy to have six days."

"What about you, Elder Dream?" Huanyu said with a smile.

Meng Biluo smiled, "Similar to you."

"Uh..."

Huanyu smiled helplessly, Meng Biluo refused to say, and he had no choice but to change the conversation, "Elder Meng thinks he will last for a few days?"

Mengbi frowned lightly and murmured: "It's hard to say that the prehistoric world is no better than other small worlds. No matter how long it lasts, the old man won't feel strange, so watch it!"

Wanyu heard this, his body was lightly shaken, Meng Biluo knew something he didn't know, since he said that, there must be no mistake.

What the **** is Honghuang?

The doubts arose in Huanyu's eyes. For so many years, no one has been able to refine it. Why?

How can Fang Bai do it?

Is it just that simple?