Chapter 16 Reveal the Sharpness

As soon as the sea god iron comes out, the vitality in the air has a faint tendency to flow, which seems to be adsorbed by the god iron. The red light is put under the furnace and will die as soon as it enters the fire. Mr. Ou waved his hands repeatedly, read words in his mouth, and the firelight kept jumping with his movements.

This fire is obviously not ordinary. From the pure black at birth, it has evolved into countless colors. The firelight contains magnificent vitality, and the smell of this breath makes Chongguang have a familiar feeling.

Mr. Ou was absorbed, did not squint, and controlled the evolution of the fire with all his strength. In order to sacrifice this flying sword, he traveled all over the world and collected natural materials and treasures. I don't know how many years it took him to find a sword tire that satisfies him. Until he accidentally found the existence of Dinghai Shentie.

This ancient artifact has been sacrificed into the pure essence of Gengjin, which is looming in this strange fire. Mr. Ou twisted the method with his hand, and his face looked solemn. He sang loudly, like thunder: "The West has spirit, and it is too white. Refining in the chemical furnace, Yuanshi picked it in his hand. Two instruments set five elements, and one yuan is divided into three talents. In ancient times, a long night, the world opened.

The yellow bell-like voice echoed between heaven and earth, and the sound lingered for a long time. Chongguang's heart was surging, and when he looked at Mr. Ou Baoxiang's solemn face, a sense of absurdity suddenly rose in his heart. What Mr. Ou did was by no means a good person, or even almost evil. However, at this moment, the momentum released on his body was like ancestor Buddha, which made people trembling. His momentum was a little weaker, and he almost bent down to worship.

This momentum, this charming scene, Chongguang has also seen in another person, that is, the psychic saint who incarnates outside Lv. Although the cultivation of the two is very different, and the situation of the two sides is completely different, there is a faint taste inside, which is very similar.

The divine fire in the furnace jumps, completely devouring the essence of the divine iron, and there is a faint layer of halo floating around the flame. Mr. Ou took the formula and waved his hand in the void, pulling out a piece of blue light like a living thing. The blue light circled by the fire, making a sharp sound. A decisive light flashed in Mr. Ou's eyes and waved his hand into the fire.

Although the heavy light could not distinguish the appearance, it guessed from the breath that the green light must be the sycamore tree taken by Mr. Ou from his universe bag. Unexpectedly, it was refined into this appearance, and there was a faint feeling of heartache. Then his face was solemn and restrained his expression.

At this time, Mr. Ou has cast a spell to sacrifice again, and he said a word: "The sun rises with mulberry, and the moon falls with sycamore trees. The three-legged bird in heaven is a phoenix in the world. The lake and sea wash their hearts, and the mountains and rivers shine. One flower, one world, one tree, one withered glory. With the ups and downs of his voice, infinite illusions emerge from the firelight, like a thousand worlds and everything grows. This scene is reflected in the air, making people feel infinite vitality.

Mr. Ou stretched out his hand for the third time and took out the mysterious water previously collected in the grottoes at the bottom of Tianyi Lake. The mother of ten thousand water melted into the fire, and the fire did not go out, but became more and more vigorous. Chongguang had long known that this fire was not ordinary, but when he saw this situation, he was still shocked. After all, he underestimated Mr. Ou's ability. The flame that Xuanming jellyfish could not be extinguished. Only the legendary heavenly divine fires can do it. Among them, the most famous one is naturally pushes the three flavors of real fire in the ancestor Laojun's furnace, followed by It is the Leiyin Temple of the Buddha Country in Xitianling Mountain, and the heart lamp in front of the Buddha's seat.

The pure black mysterious real water poured into the fire, and the fire did not go out. There was a faint dragon-shaped light flashing in the fire light, which seemed to be cast by the mysterious real water. Mr. Ou opened his mouth and recited again: "The arctic is born underworld, and the shape is called Kunpeng. Three thousand miles of water, ninety thousand miles of wind. Wang Yang is free-willed, and the universe expands to the west and east. This water gives birth to everything, and the flood and famine are mixed together. The sound turns thousands of times, and the aftertaste is endless. With the evolution of the dragon shape in the fire, it changes and falls.

The sword tire gradually condensed and took shape. Mr. Ou did not dare to slack off a little. His wide robe and big sleeves swayed with the wind, driving the fire more and more fiercely. His hands were imprinted, his fingers were flicked, and the firelight flowed and jumped, and his loud voice: "Heaven and earth think of it as a furnace, and creation as work. Yin and Yang think of charcoal, and everything thinks of copper. The stars play the role of Xiaohan, and the sun and the moon are in the middle. If you don't want the mustard fire, it must shine on the sky.

The fire in the furnace suddenly flourished, breaking through the cage, and the black firelight covered the earth, and gradually differentiated and colorful, overflowing mountains and rivers. What I saw in front of me for a moment was full of purple. The firelight evolved to a brilliant and wonderful moment, and suddenly blurred and faded into a pure white. In this way, the cycle goes back and forth.

Mr. Ou was energetic and went all out. After dissolving the four treasures of gold, wood, water and fire into the furnace, he devoted all his efforts to the refining of the sword tire. Chongguang was bored on the side, so he simply paid attention to his sword refining methods, various means to control vitality and control physicality.

Mr. Ou also spent a lot of time. After the sword tire was formed, he swept away the materials accumulated over the years. Three years have passed since the sky has gradually turned white, the sun rises and sets, and the stars have changed. In these three years, Mr. Ou has never left the fire. As for Chongguang, he has been numb to the passage of time. In addition to practicing every day, he shuttles back and forth in the divine mountain to explore mysteries and wonders.

Three years are only a moment for monks. Mr. Ou has not only been a thousand years old. He has long cared about the change of time, but the heavy light road is deepening, the number of life expectancy has been greatly extended, and he has gradually gotten used to this kind of life in the mountains.

The flying sword has been condensed and formed. This rare magic soldier has used countless heavenly materials and earth treasures, and has already gone to heaven and earth, causing taboos of heaven and earth. And Mr. Ou's methods during the sacrifice were so tragic that he didn't know how many innocent creatures were slaughtered for this flying sword. All these evil results have accumulated for many years and finally broke out in the days not far from the release of the flying sword, causing a disaster that impressed only once - the disaster.

The last time he saw this change was three years ago, when he encountered the little golden carp and the sea python competing for the dragon in the sea. At that time, he was already impressed and dared not forget it. I don't know how many times more fierce this disaster is than that time, and Mr. Ou's means against the disaster also opened his eyes.

When the disaster appeared, it was the turn of spring and summer, and a storm was coming. The dark clouds in the sky converged into a precursor to the fire and thunder. The air was very dull, which made people breathless.

Mr. Ou's independence peak, the expression on his face could not be seen with joy or anger, and his eyes stared at the changing fire in the void. The sword tire in the fire has eight points of fire, like a wandering dragon jumping in the air. His hands were constantly intertwined, refining one forbidden sacrifice after another on the flying sword. The more prohibitions on the sword fetus, the higher the level of prohibitions in each layer, the greater the power after forming.

Heavy light and coldly watched, he had noticed the change of the celestial phenomena, the birth of the divine object, and naturally there was a natural disaster, which was not surprising. But this time when the fire and thunder clouds condensed was particularly long, which made him smell a little unusual. Since he met Mr. Ou, everything he has encountered is very strange. He has long suspected that Mr. Ou's * origin is unusual. Behind his strange behavior and strange encounters, there is something that makes him feel very dangerous.

He had an impulse to escape. He knew that he was not qualified to intervene, so why did he stay under this dangerous wall? He didn't know when all this would break out and beat himself to pieces and be doomed. However, his curiosity about the unknown in his nature overcame his fear. After all, he chose to stay and see how this matter would change and what kind of secrets were hidden behind all this strangeness.

After countless evolutions, the fire is finally classified as a dark, like a reincarnation. Black derives all colors and symbolizes the end of color. The evolution of this firelight seems to indicate something. However, he didn't have time to think about it, because Mr. Ou had taken out the last secret treasure hidden in his body.

However, a pile of egg-sized loess was carefully held in the palm of his hand and put mana into the furnace. This soil only expanded in the fire for a moment, and then it coincided with the vitality of the dragon-shaped sword tire, and the original colorful sword light also turned into nothingness. His hands were empty, dragging up and down, and the black fire bumped up and down in the air with the ups and downs of his gestures. He opened his eyes and closed, completed the last forbidden sacrifice, and said words in his mouth, such as the roar of dragons and tigers, lightning and thunder.

"The beginning of heaven and earth is one yuan, and all things are born. The five elements gather together, and from then on, there will be four elephants. Nuwa mends the sky stone, and the emperor opens up the dust. Chaos, a grain of sand, three thousand worlds are true. With his last formula, the nihilistic sword tire in the fire suddenly appeared, like a wandering dragon flying into the sky with a furnace of divine fire. At this time, the clouds in the sky had accumulated like a continuous mountain, and a flash of lightning broke through the clouds and was running towards the dragon-shaped sword light with a thunderous momentum.