: 774. Don't think too much when you die.

In the face of the whirlpool that swallowed everything, Yan Zhaoge not only did not evade, but accelerated to rush in.
In front of his eyes, he suddenly fell into a darkness, and the next moment, his eyes lit up.
A red bronze sword appeared in front of the Yan Zhao song, quietly suspended in the void, flashing light luster.
The bronze sword seems to be peaceful and peaceful, but Yan Zhaoge can feel the fierce tyranny hidden in it.
The suffocation in the blood pool is constantly gestating this sword.
Yan Zhao song feels the strength of the atmosphere, raising his brow: "...a top-class sage!"
Accurately speaking, a sacred sacred soldier who is cultivating and is about to complete.
Unlike the big and bright wheel, it is just an embryo. The copper sword in front of you is only half a step away from the completion.
With the analogy of the refining of irons, even the quenching and polishing has ended, leaving only the last opening.
Although it has not yet been completed, its power and fierceness have already been shocking.
Yan Zhaoge is almost certain that if this sword is completed, it is the same as the top sacred soldier, which will inevitably outweigh the weapons of the Xuanwang gun and the cloud to the skylight sword. Its quality will be extremely superior.

Well?
Yan Zhao’s heart was slightly stunned, and a pair of eyes appeared in his own world of consciousness.
A pair of dark eyes, quiet and quiet, with Yan Zhao songs.
This pair of eyes is very similar to the dark eyes that Yan Zhao Song had previously seen in the blasting furnace.
However, it is more flexible.
The black eyes in the dig furnace are more like the spirit of the dig furnace itself, more than the original owner's martial art.
And now the pair of eyes in front of Yan Zhaoge, but it seems to be the eyes of real people.
In the dark void, based on the pair of eyes, a faint figure gradually emerges.
Yan Zhao song looked at each other, but it was a black-haired old man wearing a robes.
The other two scorpions are quiet and deep, and their eyes seem to cross the ages, and they look at Yan Zhao.
After the figure of the old man was highlighted, the ancient bronze sword suspended in the void was placed on his knee.
When Yan Zhaoge glanced at it, he knew that the old man was not real, but had died. The light and shadow that existed in the space of thought was the legacy of his martial arts.
If the other party is still alive, the martial arts idea of ​​remnant existence here will be seen in the martial arts thoughts of the remnant of the martial arts. It is the same as the real-life witnessing the arrival of Yan Zhaoge.
But looking at the present appearance, it is clear that most of the original owners of the swallowing swords and the digger are no longer alive.
"Predecessors, harassed." Yan Zhaoge arched his hand to the other side.
The old man of the black hair did not respond, but looking at Yan Zhao’s eyes seemed to be much softer.
Yan Zhaoge stepped forward and approached the old man with the ancient sword. Suddenly, his heart rose a little bit chilly.
As if there were another pair of eyes, staring at him, it was terrible, and it was all over the body.
It feels exactly the same as when he was about to come in at the door of the submarine palace.
Yanzhao sang a certain god, and his eyes fell on the old bronze sword on the knees of the old man.
This time, Yan Zhaoge can fully affirm that the fierce eyes full of chills and evil thoughts are derived from the seemingly quiet and harmless bronze ancient sword.
At this moment, when Yan Zhao’s eyes fell on this red bronze sword, the foreground of the eye suddenly changed.
The surface of the red bronze sword is reflected on the surface.
A fierce beast, the sheep is human face, the eyes are under the arm, the tiger's teeth are claws.
Yan Zhao’s ear even heard the sound of a baby crying.
Listening to the cry, look at this fierce beast, Yan Zhaoge long spit out a sigh: "It turns out... Hey!"
This fierce beast is a famous demon in the world, and it can be said that it is also known as Peng Peng and Phoenix.
It’s no wonder that there is such a powerful and greedy image of power.
Contact the real world outside, under the seabed palace, like the place of the beast's abdomen, and the huge blood pool, Yan Zhaoge thoroughly understand.
The old man in the robes of the robes, who created the swallowing swords and the digger, was to refine the sword of the top grade.
The core material of his sword is to kill a very powerful scorpion, take its demon spirit and seal it into the blade.
Everything in the real world outside is actually the remains of the body after the death.
The blood pool where the swallowing sword is located is the heart of the dragonfly.
The original master's secret method, from the continuous extraction of his own blood essence, to sacrifice this sword.
Yan Zhao’s song touched his lips:
It’s really not a waste. This remnant should have spirituality. I want to come to my knees and become so mad that I’m so dead.

After being killed, the demon was sealed in the sword, and he also watched his widow's body being used to refine the sword, and refining his own soul.
Whoever changed, I am afraid that I am angry and mad, and I am so angry that I am a Buddha.
But unfortunately, the old man is trying to create such an emotion, and the constant backlog of continuous brewing, so that when the sword is made, the power is stronger.
This is really dead, don't think too much.
The old man sees this peaceful and serene, kind and eye-catching, but the means are so hot and violent.
"However, the people who refine the sword are still in other places." Yan Zhaoge shook his head: "It is hard to say whether it wins or loses."
The old man died, but the instrument here still played a slow role, and now, seeing the ancient sword of the copper has been completely completed.
After the predecessors planted the trees, the people took the cold, and Yan Zhao’s song smiled slightly, and the mind withdrew from his own mind space.
I have seen the martial arts idea left by the old man. Yan Zhaoge is now in contact with the swallowing sword, and the swallowing sword is suddenly more stable.
It is only a matter of time before I want to refine it.
Bei Ming was divided into one hand to dig the stove, the other hand pressed on the front of the swallowing sword, and communicated two pieces to the treasure with his own true yuan, trying to refine.
This process does not affect the forging of the old bronze sword in the swallowing sword.
Yan Zhaoge himself, sitting on the top of the swallowing sword.
The light flow in the blood pool began to spread to Yan Zhaoge himself.
The light flow is entangled, and all kinds of miscellaneous spiritual powers are coming in the body of Yan Zhao.
Or hot, or cold, or sharp, or stagnate... all kinds of feelings, and so on.
The sophisticated spiritual power poured into a warrior at the same time, enough to make his meridians twisted and distorted.
Even many of the Wu Shengqiang who have been trained to be higher than Yan Zhaoge are afraid to make such an adventurous attempt.
However, Yan Zhao’s song is full of the Promise, and Heiner’s things are invisible, but they are not.
On the contrary, such chaotic spiritual power, although reconciled, continues to sort and refine them, so that Yan Zhaoge enhances his true yuan accumulation, and at the same time, the deduction of various aura changes, to a higher level.
This is more powerful than the powerful and pure Zhenlong Jingyuan in this respect.
While Yan Zhaoge is running the Promise of Heaven, he is also trying to figure out the method of Yin and Yang.
The power of the sun and the power of Shaoyin in the body are constantly turning into the power of the Taiyin and the power of Shaoyang.
With the constant derivation of the four images of yin and yang, Yan Zhaoge can clearly feel that his soul is shaking.
The true meaning of his own martial arts began to turn into a series of patterns, engraved in his own soul. (To be continued.)