Great Dao Ji

The sky was bright and snowflakes were falling in the sky again, but there was no snow in the mountains behind Huangjue Temple.

An Qisheng and the great monk Sanyin walked towards the back mountain slowly.

Huangjue Temple was originally hollowed out from several mountain ranges. Although there are many temples there, there are still some shadows of the original mountains.

The mountain behind Huangjue Temple, where weapons are refined, is one of them.

Clang! Clang! !

There was still a mile away from the back mountain, and there was already a heat wave coming along with the sound of gold and iron hammering on the pavement.

An Qisheng looked from a distance and saw that there were thick fireworks on the back mountain, the sky was scorching with smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.

That mountain was originally a volcano.

"The places where soldiers are made in the world, headed by our Huangjue Temple and Wanjian Villa, are not much different from the places where soldiers are made by the Dafeng court."

Sanyin sighed slightly:

"For thousands of years, countless magic weapons in the martial arts world came from our Huangjue Temple."

"Refining weapons for thousands of years is indeed extraordinary."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

In his eyes, there was a very strong sense of war in the mountains behind Huangjue Temple, which was the mark left by the forging and recasting of magic weapons.

Indelible and cannot be ignored.

These brands may seem useless, but they are actually quite useful for forging soldiers.

Just like an ancient academy with a thousand-year literary atmosphere, which often gives people a feeling of cleansing people's hearts, the meaning of war in the forging field also has a lot of baptism for weapons.

"The young monk has been in charge of the Weaponry Valley for many years and has personally crafted sixteen divine weapons. Unfortunately, there is not yet one person who can truly survive the baptism of thunder and achieve divine veins with the divine weapons."

Sanyin said and glanced at An Qisheng:

"The Taoist priest's physical strength is unparalleled in the world. I am afraid that no one can match it in the past and present. However, the thunder baptism is by no means an easy thing. The Taoist priest must be careful. Be careful."

Sanyin said it quite sincerely.

Divine Veins is the highest pursuit of Jianghu people, and it is also the most dangerous level. He has been condensing Qi Veins for many years, but he has never been able to advance to Divine Veins.

It's because this threshold is too dangerous.

Throughout the ages, countless talented people have fallen before the Divine Vein.

"Thank you, Master, for the tip."

An Qisheng thanked him.

He had quite a good impression of the great monk.

In the past three months, Huangjue Temple has indeed done its best, especially the great monk, who has been running around in the many mines of Huangjue Temple for three months to get all kinds of spiritual materials for him. With this kind of heart, he has no choice but to collar.

If it were an ordinary sect, even if they were willing to admit defeat, they might not be so dedicated.

Even if the most top-notch materials were hidden, he was not surprised at all.

It can only be said that a sect that has been inherited for thousands of years does have its own unique features.

Of course, An Qisheng didn't completely take advantage. He also paid for the gold and silver needed for the materials. Thanks to Zhao Changying, he was not short of money.

However, top-notch materials are all expensive but not marketable, so he naturally took advantage.

"The young monk also has selfish motives."

Sanyin smiled and said: "It is rare in ancient times for Taoist Master Tianzong's talent to have his energy cross the divine veins, and it is almost non-existent for non-soldier masters. If you can advance to the divine veins with the divine weapons I created for you, you can even Leaving a name in history is not in vain for my many years of building soldiers!"

An Qisheng smiled and shook his head, looking at the smoke of fireworks in the distance, his eyes were a little leisurely:

"But I don't know what the legendary eight celestial weapons look like."

Among the Jiufu Realm, what concerned him the most was definitely the eight celestial weapons.

Speaking of the divine weapons, he thought of the King Quan Sword again.

Tong Zhengyang brought the Wang Quan Sword to break through the boundary and come to Xuanxing. This is a bit strange no matter how you look at it, especially because the Wang Quan Sword will regard himself as the master.

He had many guesses in his mind, but unfortunately, he could only find out the answer when he returned to Xuanxing.

"It has been more than seven hundred years since the divine weapons disappeared, but I don't know when they will reappear."

There is also a trace of yearning on Sanyin’s face:

"Magic weapons have to be refined and cultivated. There are three points of refining and seven points of cultivating. The achievement of a magic weapon depends on the owner, not just on its material! The eight magic weapons were not all those legendary weapons at first. Made of the same material."

As a weapon maker, no one wants to see the divine weapons more than him.

While the two were talking.

Already approaching the Soldier Casting Valley.

The heat waves in the valley here are extremely hot. In the middle of winter, some nearby monks only wear shorts. The monks who hammer gold and iron in the valley are even more naked.

An Qisheng's eyes moved.

These monks have restrained auras and strong bodies. Not only do they have good Qi cultivation, but they also possess great skills.

The martial arts skills were much higher than those of the thousands of monks in the previous martial arts arena.

"Forging soldiers is also a practice."

Seemingly sensing An Qisheng's curiosity, Sanyin explained:

"But after entering my Huangjue Temple, I spent three years racing horses to observe his character, three years as a handyman to test his patience, three years in the Lecture Hall, reading Buddhist scriptures thoroughly, three years in the Discipline Hall to learn my precepts, and then ten years in the Warrior Monk Hall to practice martial arts. After that, I will spend three years in the Soldier Forging Valley, where I will strengthen my body and temper my will."

"I entered the monastery at the age of six. I'm already 30 years old when I have reached this point."

An Qisheng sighed.

The system of Huangjue Temple cannot be said to be good, but it is still sound. After being honed over the past twenty-five years, he must be a person with a calm mind.

Although there is a lack of understanding that makes it difficult to produce young geniuses, there is no doubt that they are all mainstays.

"If you can't stand up for yourself, how can you teach others the Dharma?"

Sanyin said:

"You are brave and aggressive, how can you persuade others to put down their butcher knives?"

Clang! Clang! Clang~~

Amid the sound of metal knocking, the two walked into the Weapon Casting Valley.

Under this Weapon Casting Valley is indeed an active volcano, and the temperature inside is very high. This is because there is a cold spring brought from afar. Otherwise, the temperature is so high that ordinary people will be burned to death as soon as they enter.

Many monks who knocked on metal were sweating profusely, and their copper-cast and iron-cast bodies were all red.

In such an extreme environment, it is a great test for the human body. Not only does the horizontal training progress very quickly, but the true qi and internal force are also in an extremely active state all the time.

It is true that three years of iron making here will bring greater gains than ten years of hard training outside.

In this Weapon Casting Valley, the lower you go, the higher the temperature. The real place for casting weapons is inside the volcano.

When they got here, even with An Qisheng's physique, they could feel a trace of heat, and Monk Sanyin had already supported his true qi.

When they went down to the last step, they saw a rolling sea of ​​red flames.

In the sea of ​​fire, there was a huge cold iron platform with a length and width of hundreds of feet.

There is a saying in the world that one pound of cold iron is worth one ounce of gold. Although it is exaggerated, it can also be seen that cold iron is precious. How many pounds of cold iron are used in this platform?

Except for the Huangjue Temple, which has been opened for a thousand years, I am afraid that no one can be so generous.

At this time, more than a dozen old monks were forging iron on the platform wearing only animal skin shorts.

Those old monks were about the same as Sanyin, with strong bones and muscles, holding a terrifying iron hammer, and hitting pieces of strange metal under the beating of the splashing magma fire.

The existence of the Qi channel network is enough to support people to move normally in an extremely cruel environment, which is difficult for the flesh alone.

Of course, this does not include An Qisheng now.

With his current physique, bathing in the lava may not be possible, but swimming is not a problem.

If he is dissected, it will be found that his skin membrane is different from the composition of human flesh and bones under the interweaving of qi and meridians.

Any muscle fiber is much tougher than steel.

"Brother Sanyin! Taoist Wang Quan!"

Seeing the two, an old monk put down the hammer and stepped forward.

The old monk's name is Sanmu, Sanyin's junior brother. He has not left the Weapon Casting Valley for many years and has been forging iron almost every day.

The old monk bowed and shouted:

"Brother! The gun body has been made, just waiting for you!"

The gun body is not difficult to make, especially since An Qisheng has no requirements for the gun body except toughness, it has been made long ago.

Only the gun head is extremely difficult, whether it is material selection, fire, strength, or sudden fire sharpening.

It is the most difficult to make.

Sanyin is the first weapon forger of Huangjue Temple. It is natural that he should take charge of this last step.

After all, the materials used for this spear are all top-notch. If it is ruined, they will not be able to forgive themselves.

"The last step is not done by me."

Hearing this, Sanyin shook his head.

"Ah?"

Sanmu was stunned: "If my senior brother doesn't come, who can come? The material used for this spear head is as valuable as a city. If it is ruined..."

Sanyin did not answer. An Qisheng stepped forward and smiled and answered:

"I am the master of the magic weapon. This last step should naturally be done by me."

In the past three months, he has been waiting for Sanyin to return, but he has not been idle.

Every day, he strengthens his body, moves his true energy, and deduces martial arts in his dreams. At the same time, he also learns ironmaking.

Learning in the heart is in the body. With his current learning ability and inhuman control over his body, learning ironmaking is naturally a piece of cake.

Not only can he learn it once, but he can master it once he learns it.

"Master Wang Quan?"

Not only Sanmu, but also some other old monks looked over, in doubt and amazement.

Although they knew that Taoist Wang Quan had an astonishing physique, iron forging was not something that could be done with just strength, and there were many skills involved.

"You, can you do it?"

Still, Sanmu couldn't help it: "This batch of materials is too precious, and the temple can't find a second batch for the time being."

"I know it."

An Qisheng didn't argue, and with a slight movement of his body, he appeared in the middle of the platform like a ghost, and picked up the big iron hammer that Sanmu put down.

With a slight sense, this thousand-pound big iron hammer appeared vividly in his mind.

He had seen through all the information about its material composition, where it had been worn, and where it was most stressed.

He was very fast, and several old monks kept staring at him, but they didn't see his movements clearly, and they didn't know that he just picked up the hammer casually, as if he was familiar with it after using it for decades.

There was no time to say no.

An Qisheng picked up the hammer weighing a thousand pounds like picking up firewood.

He weighed it lightly and smashed it with his hand!

The heart of the old monks jumped when he smashed it!

It was clearly a casual smash, but at the moment when the hammer head fell, the air around it seemed to flee with a wail, and ripples spread out.

In the void that rippled like the surface of the water, the dark hammer head turned red under the intense friction!

What kind of terrifying power is this?

Once the Dan Jin is formed, one finger is full of strength, let alone An Qisheng now?

It seemed that he just smashed it casually, but in fact, the whole body's strength had already poured into his wrist. It seemed that he was smashing it lightly, but in fact, it was no different from smashing it with all his strength!

And he could shake the Huangjue Bell weighing tens of millions of pounds with his bare hands, so what about the power of a hammer?

Boom!

It seemed that thunder exploded under the hammer!

The huge cold iron platform responded with a long-lasting humming sound like the roar of a dragon and a tiger.

The boiling and hot magma around was raised ten feet high like a curtain!

Under the crackling magma falling like rain, a group of old monks were dumbfounded, as if they had seen ghosts and gods, and for a moment they forgot to dodge.

Is this still a human?

Is this still a human? !