The celestial master who suppressed the world

Chapter 440 Kill the enemy with this knife, and you can come and go freely in the battle formation!

"Your Highness Ninth Prince, how about this knife?"

Xu Cheng's voice came from the position of the main hall.

"it is good."

There was light in Han Lie's eyes, and his eyes were fixed on the long knife criss-crossing in the clouds.

"The refining of this knife is only half completed. If it is to be successful, the Ninth Prince needs to do it himself."

Xu Cheng spoke again.

Do it yourself?

The Ninth Prince pondered for a while, and his figure appeared directly in the thunder light.

For the Ninth Prince, Lei Guang, who could kill the Qiankun Realm with one blow, was nothing to tickle his itch.

He reached out and grabbed the long knife that was trying to escape.

The dragon scales he got opened and closed, and his palm was stuck in them.

The golden dragon claws are buckled upside down so that the long knife will not fall out of the hand.

With the penetration of spiritual power, dragon scales lit up on the long knife.

The aura on each dragon scale represents the power of a universe realm.

The spiritual light has been shining on the blade of the long knife, and the dragon head of the blade is slowly raised.

Nine dragon shadows emerged, wrapped around the blade, swimming gently.

Power poured into it, the long knife condensed, and even the thunder in the sky was condensed, as if waiting.

"Sure enough, the power of the Ninth Prince can deter even thunder from the sky." Xu Cheng smiled.

Or, whether it is the Ninth Prince or the Prince Jian Guo, there are all kinds of calculations among them.

But now, he is still unable to do anything in these calculations.

Then it's better to take advantage of the situation.

With this long knife, it is enough to make a certificate of honor, right?

"Haha, good! Good!"

Holding a long knife in his hand, the Ninth Prince seemed to have made some decision.

"East Zhou Bo Xu Cheng, this prince likes this great gift, I really like it!" The Ninth Prince looked up to the sky and laughed, and his voice spread thousands of miles away.

"Today, my prince can be regarded as seeing the world's first-class art of refining weapons, and I am amazed!"

The unsparing praise spread thousands of miles away.

The praise of the nine princes of Dayu of Zhongzhou.

The world's first-class refining technique!

Even the Ninth Prince said that Uncle Dong Zhou's refining weapon was the best in the world!
Within ten thousand miles, all the strong men showed horror on their faces.

"Quick, go to Dongzhou Mountain!"

"I'm afraid another divine soldier will be born!"

"I'm going to learn Uncle Dong's art of refining weapons!"

……

Countless people rushed to the Tianshi Palace.

"Ninth Prince, I can only refine this magical weapon so far."

Xu Cheng smiled lightly.

"If you want to sacrifice, I don't have the ability yet."

Of course, without this ability, Xu Cheng would never do such a thing as infusing the flesh and soul of nine flood dragons into sacrifices.

Even if he is Dayu Dongzhou Bo, a so-called neutral master of alchemy and weapon refining, killing monsters so frantically, he is still a dragon, and he will definitely be hunted down to death.

"Haha, the sacrifice, of course, was done by the prince himself!"

The Ninth Prince shouted loudly, holding a long knife, and flew away.

Behind him, a ten thousand zhang golden light was brought out, which turned into a battle flag.

Dayu's battle flag!
The golden banner unfurled against the wind, covering a vast space.

"My prince is going to sacrifice and refine this knife."

After the words fell, the Ninth Prince had disappeared.

Sacrifice the long knife?

How to sacrifice?

Below, countless people looked up with curiosity on their faces.

"I'm curious, what kind of long knife would make Uncle Jiu so happy that he would sacrifice it with his own hands?" Han Yunshen whispered to himself with a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

He was already standing on the 42 stone steps. At this moment, when he looked up again, there was more expectation in his eyes.

The Dayu royal family, the blood of the emperor, what kind of treasure can't you get?

It can make the Ninth Prince so happy, this kind of treasure makes people curious.

The inheritance of Tianshi Palace is much thicker and more mysterious than I imagined!

Han Yunxi, who had dissipated a golden talisman in his hand, was also smiling.

Even Uncle Jiu was full of admiration for Tianshi Palace. It seems that this time, he came to the right place.

Inherited on the same level as the refining tool, if this talisman is learned to the extreme, will it also have the ability to reach the sky?

The nineteenth prince Han Jing who was sitting cross-legged on the stone steps did not look up.

He could feel the longing in his heart.

And I, who practiced the Taoism of Tianshi Palace, was like a bystander, watching the irritable, depressed, and helpless Han Jing, seeing him being crushed by reality, and finally unable to resist.

Now look at how ridiculous I was back then.

All kinds of groping, all kinds of bumping are all children's tricks.

In front of those who are really strong, it is ridiculous.

After practicing the Taoism of Tianshi Palace, Han Jing could feel that his state of mind became more and more peaceful.

That is spiritual practice.

Many times, he felt that, just outside the world, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at him.

Those are a pair of psychic eyes, and there is endless depth in the eyes.

He wanted to explore, but there was no trace.

"I must stay in Tianshi Palace."

In the dark, Han Jing felt that his chance was in the Tianshi Palace.

In the main hall of Tianshi Palace, Zhu Rong's figure in front of Xu Cheng disappeared.

"You are so bold, aren't you afraid that the Canglong clan will trouble you?"

Bingfeng looked at Xu Cheng, and smiled cleverly.

"Trouble me?" Xu Cheng boldly put his palm into Bingfeng's skirt, and then twirled his fingers lightly, causing Bingfeng to frown and bite his lip, and let out a soft hum.

This is a powerhouse at the overlord level of the world...

Looking at Bingfeng's expression, Xu Cheng had the urge to immediately turn into a Bingfeng knight.

Sure enough, this kind of crazy temptation and blasphemy is the most exciting.

"If the Jiaolong family comes to me, I will refine a battle gun and give it to them as an apology."

"One handle needs to be fused with the blood of a thousand wilderness ancient elephants, and after the sacrifice is successful, it can crush the gods of the wilderness."

A thousand wilderness ancient elephants!

Bingfeng let out a soft cry from his small mouth, I don't know if it was because of Xu Cheng's words or because of his hands.

"What a lunatic."

The wilderness ancient elephant family, inherited from ancient times, is the blood of the ancient mammoth.

I don't know if there are three to five thousand heads of the ancient elephant group?

If one thousand is used for sacrifice, I am afraid that the clan will be exterminated directly.

However, each of the ancient elephants in the wasteland is extremely powerful, and fighting dragons is just like playing.

The Ancient Elephant King of the Desolation is even more powerful to suppress the Great Desolation.

If the Jiaolong tribe really dared to intercept and kill the ancient elephants in the wilderness, it would be a race of gods.

Not to mention, the Flood Dragon Clan, a magical weapon that suppressed the wilderness, might really be willing to do this.

"Are you still refining divine weapons?"

Bingfeng looked at Xu Cheng curiously.

"No hurry, I need to practice first." After Xu Cheng finished speaking, he stretched out his arms to hug Bingfeng, and pulled her into his arms.

After a while, there was a panting sound.

"You, didn't you say that you want to practice..." The figure crouching in Xu Cheng's arms has untied his shirt, panting and whispering.

"Well, it's time to practice, don't move." Xu Cheng nodded, and the illusion in his eyes turned into clarity.

"boom--"

With a roar, countless icy spirits appeared in front of him.

All kinds of ice crystals directly filled the hall.

"Refine all of these."

Xu Cheng spoke lightly.

"Refining?" Bingfeng said blankly: "These cold things are also treasures, but my practice is not very helpful."

"Hmph, do you expect this little thing to trick me into helping you conceive an heir?"

Xu Cheng shook his head: "During refining, pass on these icy powers to me."

"How to pass it on?" Bingfeng looked at him.

Xu Cheng's body moved.

"Just pass it on."

"Hmph, don't look for me if you're freezing." Bing Feng blushed and gritted his teeth.

A gust of icy air instantly enveloped the figures of the two of them.

Yu Luo's figure appeared in the hall.

"Isn't it more fun to practice like this?"

She leaned over curiously.

"boom--"

Behind Xu Cheng, a phantom appeared.

It has a human face and a bird body, with a green snake hanging from each ear on both sides, riding on the back of a two-headed black dragon, with a cold aura shining in its eyes.

The icy power of Xu Cheng and Bingfeng was poured into this phantom, making the phantom figure slowly solidify.

"This, is this the original power of ice?"

There was a hint of surprise in Bingfeng's eyes.

Originally, she hadn't seen the essence of Xu Cheng's Zhu Rong phantom.

Now participating in Xu Cheng's process of condensing the Ice Ancestor Witch, she actually felt that she, a divine beast that manipulated the power of ice and cold, had a feeling of being seen through in front of this phantom.

"The Ancestral Witch of Ice, Xuan Ming."

Xu Cheng opened his mouth lightly, and the mysterious shadow behind him merged with his figure, and the icy power on his body instantly overwhelmed the icy wind.

This is not the suppression of the realm of strength, but a kind of crushing from the essence of strength.

As an ice-type divine beast, Bingfeng was born to be close to the icy ancestor of the ancestral world.

Being crushed by the icy cold breath, Bingfeng trembled all over, his face was flushed, his eyes were like water, and he couldn't help humming softly from his red lips.

The icy aura on her body no longer restrained, and she willingly dedicated it to Xu Cheng, allowing him to condense the icy ancestor witch.

……

Ten days later, Xu Cheng's body was extremely cold.

Zhu Rong, Jumang, Gonggong, and the ghostly shadows of the three ancestor witches appeared.

The three phantoms suddenly merged into one, and then fell into Xu Cheng's body, overlapping with the Xuanming phantom that had already condensed on his body.

The phantom of the four ancestor witches merged with Xu Cheng's figure, and the phantom of the ancestor of the Tao was directly condensed!
Yu Luo snorted softly, and his figure disappeared.

Bingfeng trembled all over, lost his mind, and fell limp in Xu Cheng's arms.

The phantom of Taoist ancestor appeared only for a moment and then disappeared.

Xu Ying, the ancestor of the Four Paths, stood behind Xu Cheng, motionless.

After a long time, Bing Feng raised his head, looked at Xu Cheng, and said in a low voice: "Would you like me to help you conceive an heir?"

Xu Cheng stroked her sweaty forehead lightly, and said with a light smile, "Let's wait until I can get there."

What made Bingfeng lose his mind just now was only himself blessed by the phantom of Dao Ancestor, not his real self.

If you want to conceive an heir, you have to wait until you can really conquer the ice wind.

"Okay..." Bingfeng's figure flashed and appeared next to the pillars in the hall.

"Thank you, I'm going to retreat." Yawning, Bingfeng's figure turned into a streak of icy air and dissipated.

Xu Cheng laughed in surprise.

Saying thank you is because of Dao Ancestor's phantom, which made Bingfeng feel the charm of Dao.

With the rhyme of the Dao, maybe she can comprehend the profound meaning of power at a higher level.

That's why she said thank you to Xu Cheng and asked him if he wanted to have an heir.

In fact, Xu Chengcai made a lot of money.

The icy air passed to him by the ice wind made the phantom of Xuanming Ancestral Witch more than [-]% more solid than the other three.

This is because Xu Cheng himself did not want to destroy the balance between ancestors and witches, so he stopped absorbing it.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I can condense the Xuanming ancestor witch to the limit that he can bear in one step.

"Now, it is possible to refine divine weapons."

With a wave of his hand, several balls of various divine irons appeared in front of Xu Cheng.

The ordinary magical weapons brought back to Zhongzhou naturally don't need to be refined too much, with a little concentration, Xu Cheng can refine three handles at a time.

This is enough.

In front of him, a group of divine iron appeared.

This is the divine iron left over from refining the World-Suppressing Divine Cauldron.

"Since you want to stay in Tianshi Palace, I will fulfill you."

In front of Xu Cheng appeared the figure of the nineteenth prince Han Jing who was thinking hard on the stone steps.

Spirit butterfly blood?

The divine iron in front of Xu Cheng began to slowly transform into a back armor.

There are two grooves on the back armor, which seem to be for inserting the long sword on the back.

On the back armor, extremely subtle spirit patterns slowly appeared.

"I'm curious, what the spirit butterfly bloodline looks like."

Xu Cheng's hands moved lightly, and every time he trembled, several spirit patterns turned into silk threads and remained on the back armor.

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"boom--"

A ten thousand zhang sword light flashed across the sky, and several figures fled in embarrassment.

"Isn't it okay to obediently let this prince take the blood and spirit?"

Holding a long knife in his hand, Han Lie chased those figures with excitement all over his face.

On the long knife in his hand, seven golden dragon shadows were intertwined.

At this moment, the power of this long knife has been revealed.

Flood dragons in the realm of life and death couldn't stop a flash of a knife.

Kill the enemy with this knife, and you can come and go freely in the battle formation!

Han Lie was extremely happy.

Dayu's most important military exploits.

There are also many powerful members of the royal family who usually do not show their status, but have outstanding military exploits.

Such a person, even if he sees him, he will bow down and salute.

Now that he has this saber, he can also go to the battlefield outside the boundary to earn military merits!

"You guys just stay here, let me kill you, wouldn't you take your bloodline and soul?"

The Ninth Prince slowly raised the long knife in his hand.

"Hmph! The Great Yu people want to have a complete battle with our Great Wilderness Dragon?"

In the sky, a voice came.

It was a golden dragon shadow that was ten thousand feet long.

"Canglong?"

A trace of strangeness flashed across the Ninth Prince's face.

He held the palm of the long knife and rubbed it slowly.

Uncle Dong Zhou, is it already here?

"The Ninth Prince, Han Lie, tortured and killed our Great Desolate Flood Dragon Clan, and I hope the Great Canglong will take action to suppress it!"

A dragon-headed figure in a black robe stood in the void, looking at Han Lie with a poisonous face.

The Jiaolong family was almost overwhelmed by Han Lie.

Going straight to the garrison, the long sword raised the sword and fell, killing seven elders in the life and death realm, who is not afraid of this?
Now that the Canglong clan has arrived, it is natural to complain.

"Han Lie, do you choose to go to the Jiaolong clan to apologize with this deity, or let my Canglong clan go to Zhongzhou?"

The Canglong's body was coiled in the void, his eyes were like stars, and the golden light shone down.

"Apologize?"

A strange look appeared on Han Lie's face.

"Okay, I apologize."

The Ninth Prince raised his hand, and slowly lowered the long knife in his palm.

"This long knife contains the souls and flesh and blood of my dragon clan, and it should be kept in my dragon clan!" a dragon roared, rushing towards the long knife.

They have seen the power of this long knife before.

Following his actions, several other flood dragons rushed towards the Ninth Prince's side.

Anyway, the Canglong was in the sky, and the Ninth Prince didn't dare to do anything wrong.

This long knife is a treasure.

At this moment, the corners of Han Lie's mouth curled up.

The palm that let go of the long knife suddenly clenched the handle.

"I dare—"

The blue dragon in the sky roared wildly.

"Why, don't you dare?" The Ninth Prince's long saber turned into a pistol and swept across, blood staining the sky red!

(End of this chapter)