The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 50: The battle of the magic spirits
The great elder is escorted to his own future, the spiritual platform monks are bitter, knowing that they can't stop them, they can only let them go.
Zhang Ye was very touched by the unconditional trust of the great elder, but he took the amethyst bottle and frowned and said: "It's almost usable. It's barely usable."
As soon as said these words, the monks who died in the spiritual platform yelled again: "Zhang Ye, I warn you not to push your nose and face!"
"If you fail the trust of the elder, I will be the first to spare you!"
The Blood God Sect has been watching jokes. The Blood God Sect elder saw Li Rulong handing over the metamorphic water to Zhang Ye, and was very surprised: "Li Rulong, are you planning to take refuge in my Blood God Sect? Such a prodigal. Why use metaplasia water to quench the top-grade artifacts?"
"Elder, maybe after being quenched with metaplastic water, it can become the ultimate magical artifact? After all, washing is healthier!"
"Extreme magical artifact? It laughs me to death. If Zhang Smelt makes the exquisite magical artifact, I will eat three catties of Niu Xiang!"
I don’t know who mentioned the legend of the best magic weapon, and the blood **** sect laughed louder.
"You guessed it? Then I won't sell it." Zhang Ye smiled faintly, pulled out the flaming Tang knife, opened the amethyst bottle, an aura of water tightly wrapped the Tang knife, There was a creaking noise.
The monks of the Lingtai show a pity, transforming into water, and they are all ruined. And the Blood God Sect laughed loudly and didn't care about Zhang Ye's words at all.
In the white mist, colorful brilliance burst out, and the sound of regret and laughter stopped abruptly.
yu culture has been closing its eyes and resting because of the extra energy consumed by refining spiritual tools. At this moment, it suddenly opened its eyes and said in panic: "How is it possible!"
The mist dissipated, and Tang Dao finally revealed its true face of Mount Lushan, hiss...
This is the sound of everyone sucking in cold air, because they saw that what Zhang Ye was holding was not a knife, but a rainbow in the sky!
But the most surprising thing is the rank of this knife. It is no longer a top-grade magic weapon. The power it exudes undoubtedly proves its identity as a top-grade magic weapon!
The best magic weapon, only exists in the legend, is the ultimate magic weapon. For thousands of years, no one can forge the best magic weapon even in the strongest Middle Territory!
The elder stroked his beard, and as expected, he laughed, cool, **** cool, I haven't experienced the thrill of a counterattack for many years!
The Blood God Sect had previously run on Zhang Ye to forge a superb magic weapon, but he didn't expect to be able to slap himself in the face one by one.
The Lingtai monks were all ashamed. Previously, they questioned Zhang Ye, even slandered Zhang Ye, and kept dragging their feet. Never thought that Zhang Ye was not angry or impatient, hammer after hammer, forcibly forged a superb magic weapon.
Only Huang Dou, who was in the top ten alternates, silently supported Zhang Ye. At this moment, he couldn't help it anymore and shouted with excitement: "Zhang Ye!"
The monks were worried about how to vent their inner excitement, so they roared along with Huang Dou: "Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye..."
Over the entire ancient land, Zhang Ye’s name echoed, and Han Linger looked at Zhang Ye in admiration. This man can always perform miracles.
Zhang Ye suddenly turned his head and stared at Han Ling'er. This made Han Linger's face flushed and quickly avoided his gaze. Zhang Ye said, "Without your help, I can't forge the ultimate magic weapon."
"Han Ling'er! Han Ling'er!" The monks howled and began to call Han Ling'er's name.
Han Ling'er was a little apprehensive, so she was responsible for the fire. Zhang Ye didn't expect Zhang Ye to give her this glory, but when she heard the monks' shouts, at this moment, she felt that she was the happiest girl in the world.
Han Ling'er looked at Zhang Ye affectionately, which made Zhang Ye especially heart-shaped, but at this moment, the elder suddenly stood in front of Zhang Ye and pointed at himself with a look of jealousy.
Zhang Ye recovered and solemnly said: "Of course, there is also the great support of the elder!"
The monks began to shout again: "Great Elder! Great Elder!"
The Great Elder squinted his eyes and enjoyed it extraordinarily.
Zhang Ye looked at the monk at the spiritual platform: "I can't do without the help of everyone present."
Zhang Ye repayed his grievances with virtue, which made the monks of the spiritual platform burst into gratitude and swore poisonous oaths. In the future, if anyone dares to speak ill of Boss Zhang again, fight with him!
The monks roared their names, then laughed, laughed, and many people cried again.
Before the blood **** sect had refined a spirit weapon, they were worried, but Zhang Ye had produced the best artifact, which could resist the equipment suppression of the blood **** sect in the future.
So, this is crying for joy.
The elder blood **** sect violent blue veins on his face, he scolded: "What are you happy about? The magical artifact is a magical weapon. My blood **** sect is a spiritual weapon, so you lose!"
"We are competing against the high and low ranks, but how can the best magical instruments be simply regarded as magical instruments? Whatever to say, the best magical instruments are more advanced than the lower-rank spiritual instruments!" Went back.
The words of the Great Elder make sense, the highest-grade magic weapon, that is the ultimate magic weapon realm, in terms of power, it is comparable to or even surpasses the general low-grade spiritual weapon. Just like the strongest child, how can he beat the weakest adult.
Besides, in the spirit world today, there are no top-quality magic weapons present. Only a few top-quality magic weapons handed down from the ancient times are collected by several top sects, and they are not willing to show them lightly. This makes the status of the best magic weapon rise, and it is recognized that the rank of the best magic weapon is slightly higher than that of the inferior magic weapon.
"Old Pifu, I don't care what you say, spiritual weapons are better than magic weapons!" The elders of the Blood God Sect began to shame.
"The highest-grade magic weapon is higher than the lower-grade spiritual weapon, which is clearly recorded in the "Spirit World Outline"!" The elders argued for reasons.
The two elders were red-faced in the fight, and no one would let anyone else.
At this time, Yu Wenhua suddenly said: "The lower-grade spiritual weapons are powerful, or the top-grade magic weapons are powerful, let them fight and you won’t know."
The blood **** elder slapped his forehead: "Yes, old man, how about letting two magic knives compare?"
The Great Elder frowned. If he used Zhang Ye’s best magic weapon, he would be able to defeat the lower-grade magic weapon 100%, but if the two magic knives were to fight against each other by their own power, the ultimate magic weapon would have a greater loss. .
After all, spiritual weapons are agile, and no one can command the best magic weapons, which is a great disadvantage.
Zhang Ye took out his seal and put it on the colorful Tang Dao: "Compared, who is afraid of whom?"
The ultimate magical weapon is already unparalleled in power. With Zhang Ye's seal, it will increase its power by 10%, so there is no need to fear the inferior magical weapon.
"Zhang Ye, are you sure?" Although the elder trusts Zhang Ye, he is still a little worried. After all, among the lower-grade spirit weapons, there is a golden core spirit weapon.
Zhang Ye nodded: "I named this knife, Blood God Nemesis, are you afraid that a low-grade spirit weapon won't work?"
The great elder was speechless for a while. Zhang Ye was really named cancer, but out of his trust in Zhang Ye, he spoke to the Blood God Sect and said: "Then let you lose yourself!"
"Huh, you are the one who is convinced!" The elder of the Blood God Sect received the voice of Yu Wenhua, saying that his inferior spiritual weapon will definitely defeat Zhang Ye's best magic weapon. Therefore, the elder of the Blood God Sect is full of confidence.
Yu Culture sacrificed the Ghost Head Sword and looked at Zhang Ye: "Hundreds of treasures, mixed together, even if it is a top-grade magic weapon, it is just a top-grade magic weapon with a mere name, and it can’t beat a low-grade magic weapon at all. I will remember that there was a man named Zhang Ye who was defeated by me."
Although yu culture was surprised at the birth of the best magical artifact, he thought that Zhang Ye just relied on hundreds of heaven, material and earth treasures to forcibly catalyze a superb magical artifact, which was not worthy of use, embroidered pillows.
"What's your name?" Zhang Ye asked knowingly.
Yu Culture's face turned dark. He knew that Zhang Ye was deliberately provoking, and he was too lazy to answer. It was just the ghost knife in his hand that rose up into the sky.
Spirit weapons have all sorts of magical features. For example, this ghost knife is long in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it becomes a giant open sky with a length of more than ten meters, exuding a dense black air.
Black energy gradually condensed and formed, and a vicious ghost with green face and fangs could be vaguely seen. It was the spirit that was previously sealed. It held a ghost knife in its hand, and roared up to the sky. For a while, the wind and clouds changed color.
This is just the power of the spirit weapon itself, so terrible, the monks all took a breath.
The knife in Zhang Ye's hand seemed to be provoked. As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers. Tang's knife came out like a rainbow, slashing towards the huge evil spirit.
The evil spirit held the Guitou Knife in his hand, and moved quickly, slashing fiercely towards the flying superb magic weapon, with a thunderous roar, the evil spirit retreated for several miles.
The Tang Dao remained motionless, exuding a colorful light. For the first time in the confrontation, Tang Dao was clearly in the upper hand.
yu culture frowned: "It's not moving like a mountain, the characteristics of the foundation stone?"
The evil spirit roared angrily, ran back on the clouds, cut it down with a knife, like a sky collapse, the colorful Tang Dao suddenly flashed, disappeared, the evil spirit split into the air, angrily looking for Tang Dao's figure.
Even the monk on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ is puzzled. Where did Zhang Ye's knife go?
At this moment, Tang Dao suddenly appeared behind the evil ghost, like a long rainbow shining through the sun, piercing the evil ghost in one fell swoop.
"Invisible and invisible, this is the characteristic of Dream Sand?" Yu Wenwen frowned.
The evil spirit was pierced through and howled in pain, but apparently it didn't hurt him. Instead, he stretched out his hand and grasped the ultimate magic weapon.
"Oops!" The monks of the spiritual platform were shocked. When fighting, they were most afraid that the magic weapon would fall into the hands of others, so that they would be restrained by others. What's more, this is the battle of the magic weapon itself and no one can control it.
Yu Culture originally had some worries, but now he breathes a sigh of relief: "Extreme artifacts, but so!"
But before he finished his words, he saw the ghost hands emitting a red light, as if cooking meat in hot oil, making a sloshing sound. The evil ghost howled to the sky in pain, and threw out the best magical artifact.
"Falling the devil and lowering the ghost, this is the characteristic of the iron for reducing the devil!" Yu Wenhua finally couldn't calm down, his face was terrified. Previously, Zhang Ye said that he would smelt hundreds of treasures together and complement each other. Yu Wenhua still doesn't believe it, but Unexpectedly, Zhang Ye really did it. What a terrifying forging process is this?
As for the ultimate artifact, it has the performance of hundreds of treasures, without any defects, and it will be invincible!
Yu Culture feels more terrible the more he thinks about it, and he hurriedly shouted: "What are you still trying to do? A trick!"
Everyone frowned and said that they would let the magic weapon compete by themselves. Yu Wenwen spoke to remind the device spirit, which had already violated the rules.
But everyone was too late to condemn, and saw the evil ghost spirit, holding the ghost knife, suddenly hovering, faster and faster, like a black mist, entwining the best magical artifacts.
The colorful Tang Dao flickered left and right, unable to break through.
The heart of the cultivator of the spiritual platform hangs up, the magic weapon is really inferior to the spiritual weapon?