Chapter 726: To forge a magic weapon

It has been three months since the Jade Emperor sent people to declare the decree. Several warlords sent by the Heavenly Court were long overdue, and they were randomly arranged by Ao Xinke in a villa of the Black Spirit Kingdom and sent heavy soldiers to ‘guard’.
These people don't say anything to do little tricks, it is not very convenient for them to get there.
The matter seems to have subsided.
But faintly, every time Yang Jian wanted to practice, he was a little restless, unable to immerse himself in his mind.
What's going on here?
As if something big would happen to me...
Mortals have intuition, monks have spiritual awareness, and since Yang Jian practiced the Eighty-Nine Profound Art, spiritual awareness has never been deviated.
Since the decree of the heavenly court, Yang Jian has been in such an uneasy situation. It lasted for three months, and Yang Jian still didn't know what was wrong with him.
Could it be that the Jade Emperor's calculations could kill him?
It's impossible to think about it. In today's great famine, the only one who can overwhelm Yang Jian in fighting is the Sanqing Master and Tianyan Daozi, but which of these will attack him?
No matter what you think, there is no bargaining chip to play against Yang Jian, the Jade Emperor's calculations are nothing but futile.
Then, the danger does not come from this old uncle?
what is that?
Lead? The possibility is even smaller. After all, Yang Jian is facing the lead at this time, and the outcome is only five to five.
What's the matter?
Yang Jian got up and looked at the flowers and trees outside the window, his eyes full of thought.
This situation is no longer twice, and Yang Jian has been like this these days.
He used his avatar to explore the wilderness carefully, and made the eyeliner in Ao Xinke's hand stare at the heavenly court, and he also carefully inspected all parts of the Black Spirit Kingdom...
There is nothing wrong with Meishan, and there is nothing wrong with the Royal Palace. Tianyan Daozi once promised to protect Yang Jian’s family and friends in safety; Tianyan Daozi is indeed credible, and the stronger Yang Jian’s strength abroad, the more stable the family in the predicament, the more stable the family’s situation, this logic is not wrong
This spiritual sense came for no reason, but it always existed. Whenever Yang Jian's mind was about to relax, he would come out to remind Yang Jian.
"What's the matter?"
"Does your husband have difficulties in practicing recently?"
Ao Xinke's gentle voice came from the side, she walked around the corridor to the Nuan Pavilion, bowed to Yang Jian and saluted Yang Jian, and then the next paragraph came to Yang Jian's side.
"Dilemma? There are, but it's nothing. I'm just thinking, there is something we missed..."
Yang Jian murmured in a low voice.
"What is your husband worried about?" Ao Xinke whispered, "Why don't we go and bring our mother to the Black Spirit Country."
"I am so restless, not because of my mother," Yang Jian held Dragon Girl backhand, her gentle body always made his mind sway.
However, Yang Jian is lacking in interest at this time, and the anxiety in his heart still exists.
Ao Xinke whispered: "Husband, let's sort out the prevalence at this time again."
"Okay, go call Lan'er over, let's think about it, who can make me so jealous."
Not long after, Xiao Lan also flew in in a hurry, and the three of them sat by the bed, holding a piece of Go chess pieces and kept playing.
For several days and nights, until Ao Xinke and Xiao Lan were too tired and slept next to each other on the bed, Yang Jian looked at the orderly chessboard and still had no conclusion.
Where is this threat?
Hei Lingguo's great formation is at night, and the sky full of stars can be seen.
Standing at the window, Yang Jian quietly regained his senses, and finally he could only sigh slightly, standing there with his eyes closed and rested.
Knowing that the enemy exists, but not knowing who the enemy is, where, and when it will appear...
This feeling is really hard to bear.
The main hall of the Black Spirit Kingdom.
More than a dozen masters of the spirit race sat on the ground, several figures stopped behind and in front of them, and then carefully picked out their spirit cores and modified the runes on them.
Every master is a precious combat power, so Kong Xuan, Chu Qi and the others are very careful in their moves, adding casualties is not beautiful.
Modifying the rune will not change the people whom these spiritual masters are loyal to. Whoever feeds a drop of blood to the spiritual core, the spiritual master will smear the liver and brain of this person.
"Oh," Daoist Huang Long sighed, "I envy these guys when they have something to do. Although they are puppets, they only need to listen to people's orders. It's like us, no matter what you do, you have to look forward and think clearly.
Chu Qi said coldly beside him: "This is the price of happiness."
"His Royal Highness, you can't say that," Taoist Huang Long shook his head and sighed with emotion, "Look at that kid Yang Jian, who steals incense and jade in the warm pavilion all day, so happy and happy. Hey, let us sell this to him. coolie."
Chu Qi's voice was even colder: "If you don't want to do it, don't do it, why so many complaints!"
Huang Long was immediately embarrassed, the Chi Jing on the side looked up at Chu Qi's ghost mask, smiled without saying a word, and continued to bow his head to be busy.
Ao Fangtian whispered beside him: "How do you feel that the few female fairies in the top masters of Honghuang now have a close relationship with Yang Jian, or they have a close relationship with Yang Jian..."
Taoist Huanglong laughed suddenly.
Kong Xuan cursed at the side: "Be careful I tear your little dragon's stinky mouth!"
"Quite your anger, calm your anger, and have no intention of offending." Ao Fangtian said to Kong Xuan, smirking.
Yun Xiao, the most swift movement, didn't participate in these topics, just immersed himself in modifying the sign.
From the beginning of this project, a few of them would talk a few words every ten days and a half, otherwise it would be too boring.
They sometimes complain about Yang Jian's inability to make progress all day, and just entangle the two little ladies; now they talk about the way of practice and trace the origin of the way.
These few, Huanglong is not considered to be a great supernatural power, any word, it is possible to cut into the essence of the Dao.
If there are primordial monks, especially Daoist disciples, who can observe here for a few months, they will definitely benefit a lot.
With the unremitting efforts of the people of Kong Xuan, the number of spiritual masters in the capital of the Black Spirit Kingdom gradually decreased, and the flames of war in the Black Spirit Kingdom's external expedition ignited the Chaos Sea again.
One day, Yang Jian was still unable to practice peacefully and paced into the main hall.
Kong Xuan made a mockery of him first: "Master Zhenjun, come to supervise the work?"
Yang Jian smiled and replied: "The supervisor can't tell, let's see if you are lazy."
"Huh," Kong Xuan's expression was slightly cold, "I am busy before and after, you are in that nephrite in my arms, I really have no conscience."
"Brother Kong calmed down, I also wanted to retreat before, but..." Yang Jian sighed, and immediately attracted the eyes of several people.
Most of these spirit races who meditate in the temple are sleeping, and they have been sealed off.
Brother?
Ao Fangtian glanced at Kong Xuan, as if he had realized something, and chuckled.
"Just what's wrong?" Huang Long asked by the side.
Wandering to the side of Chijingzi, watching Master Chijing wiping away the runes on the spiritual core very skillfully, and re-carving similar but completely different marks, Yang Jian sighed,
It’s just that I have been thinking about It’s always difficult to rest, and I always feel that something big is going to happen, and it’s as if someone is watching, and it’s hard to stretch my mind."
"Oh?"
Chi Sperm stopped his movements and looked at Yang Jian cautiously, "Most monks are spiritually aware, there is no wind and no waves. At this time, someone must be calculating with you and can threaten your safety. Nephew must be careful."
Yang Jian shook his head: "The problem is that in the past few months, I have searched the land and searched everywhere in the Black Spirit Kingdom, but I haven't been able to find who the calculation is."
"Except for a few saints, who can beat you?" Kong Xuan replied with some disapproval, "I look at you, it should be unconsciousness, which caused the disorder of delusion."
Yang Jian could only smile suddenly.
Chu Qi said: "No matter what, don't take it lightly at this time."
Yun Xiao also said: "You are in danger, and you need more people to protect you."
"Is it possible," Daoist Huang Long blinked, "Outside the Primordial Kingdom and the Black Spirit Kingdom, or even outside the Chaos Sea, someone is calculating you?"
Yang Jian couldn't help but startled.
He really didn't think about this...
After staying in the main hall for a long time, Yang Jian instructed them to be more careful when entering and leaving the Black Spirit Realm. It is best to travel with them together, and then leave the Black Spirit Kingdom and head towards the city of Xuandu.
Uncle Huang Long really awakened the dreamer with a single word.
Since Tianyan Daozi and Sanqing Master, who could threaten Yang Jian in such a predicament, had no reason to attack him, the eight achievements were those powerful enemies conspiring against him.
Yang Jian had always subconsciously felt that when the Beihai Nether Stream changed, the catastrophe would officially come.
But he overlooked a problem.
The previous catastrophes were all brought down by the heavens; the latter catastrophe was caused by those powerful enemies, and any situation could happen.
Who can guarantee that Qianhong No. 2 and Qianhong No. 3 do not exist in the land?
The hands of these strongest people are endless. If the enemy boss feels that if he allows Yang Jian to practice, he will become a big worry, and he will appear in advance to destroy him...
It's impossible.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian felt relieved.
The strongest is terrible, but the unknown is even more tormenting.
For the time being, it was determined that the foreign enemy was planning a plan that was unfavorable to him, but Yang Jian was not completely relieved of the forces within the prehistoric; he was careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, and he didn't want to leave the teacher to die.
What to do now
Naturally, it is necessary to strengthen one's own strength to deal with possible powerful enemies.
And the fastest way to increase combat power is not to forcefully promote the realm of the Eight-Nine Profound Art and the undefeated golden body, but...
Cast magic weapon.
Back then, a three-pointed two-edged spear made Yang Jian a leap in strength, pushing the predecessor Golden Immortal Daluo to win the prestige.
Now, Yang Jian also consciously must start as soon as possible with a weapon that can give full play to his strength.
In fact, there is no need to change the shape. It is best to use a three-pointed two-bladed gun. Yang Jian has already fully understood the number of ways this gun can be used.
As for the materials for this gun...
If the Yuantu sword can be changed into a spear tip, and then supplemented with the treasures of the heaven and earth that Yang Jian has collected so far to make a spear, it will be able to build a real magic weapon.
But who will build it has become the biggest problem.
Yang Jian doesn't know how to forge weapons, and he has no experience in forging magic weapons. If he forges forcibly, he might ruin a bunch of treasures.
Today after Huanglong Taoist wakes up, Yang Jian suddenly thought of an existence who might help him forge this gun.
Beyond the prehistoric, beyond the Chaos Sea...
Perhaps, beyond the Chaos Sea is real nothingness, nothing exists; and to find a powerful enemy beyond this era is to trace upstream along the long river of time, one after another, once incomparably brilliant masters of Taoism.
And on the bank of the long river of years, there are in fact the remnants of these times.
Even if it is the remnant spirit of the Taishi saint on Mars, or the puppet, the Taisu powerhouse still exists in the world.
The outer wall of the ninth city wall of Xuandu City.
Yang Jian's figure settled ~EbookFREE.me~ bowed to the sloppy old man who was shrunk in the corner, and he opened the door straight to the point: "Can seniors learn the way of tools?"
"Through, and good at it."
"The junior wants to ask the senior to build a weapon."
"What a weapon?"
"A gun."
"Come in, I can only say that I will do my best, it is impossible to give you a weapon and let you fight the Xeon."
The old man stood up with some effort, the city wall behind him slowly revealed a door, and a wave of heat hit his face.
"Thank you senior!"
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