Sky War Soul

Chu Yun is clear that only when the black light diffuses completely, will those once pictures appear.

It's like walking in the Tianyin temple before the monks appeared after the black light "buzz" spread all over the venue.

"It's a magnificent underground palace. I can't believe there is such a place."

Monk luanlai could not help but sigh that these halls are so magnificent, massive and beautiful, just like art works.

What kind of race can make such a palace.

It's really confusing.

Under the leadership of Chu Yun, several people walked all the way to the most vast main hall, through two dozens of meters high bronze doors, and into the hall.

In the center of the hall stands a huge hammer made of pure bronze.

The sledgehammer stood there, ten meters high.

The handle of the hammer is not long. It is square and square, with diamond corners on both sides. It is carved with colorful patterns.

After seeing those lines, Chu Yun suddenly flashed a shock in his pupil, and his eyes were straight.

Secret lines!

The lines engraved on the hammer are mysterious!

"This secret pattern is so high and deep."

Chu Yun took a breath of cold air and hurried forward to study it carefully.

"These must be the secret patterns of the ancient times, but they have a long history and are difficult to recognize."

Tallinn suddenly spoke, her voice mixed with calm, of course, some shock.

After the ancient times, there were many secret artists, led by gongyangliang, who shocked the land of Taiqian.

However, no matter how tough it is, it is only the peak of the eclosion environment. If there is no secret pattern cultivation way after the creation environment, it will block the next road.

Even the strongest in this life is only the great master of secret pattern.

And even the great master of secret pattern still can't touch the position of sages, let alone the realm of creation.

Chu Yun has been fully involved in it, not listening to what taling is saying.

His eyes were fixed on the secret lines on the hammer, and his mind was like a high-speed precision machine, constantly calculating and deducing these secret lines.

These secret patterns are very scary, and the calculation required is beyond Chu Yun's understanding.

However, Chu Yun is still learning tirelessly, just like an ordinary person who doesn't understand the words at all, slowly groping forward.

Random monks, three thousand monks, Mutu and the great sage all strolled around the hall and looked around. They were surprised by the precise casting and design around them from time to time.

Half an hour later, Chu Yun's eyes were a little sore. Even though his mental strength had been raised to the peak, he could not hold on for a longer time.

"Whoo!"

Chu Yun breathed out a breath and rubbed his eyebrows.

He estimated in his heart that it would take at least ten years for him to grasp all these secret patterns at his current height.

This is too long!

And it's just an introduction, not a thorough mastery.

Chu Yun sighed. The secret pattern was only one of his many means, not the main means of cultivation.

If you spend more than ten years to suddenly realize the secret pattern, the cost is really too high.

It seems that we can only hope that we can learn something from the creatures in this relic in our communication with them.

"Hum!"

A black light suddenly erupted from a distance, just like the ripples on the river. No matter the walls of the main hall or various objects, they can't block the black light.

"What is this..."

Mutu is already half a sage, so he reacts quickly and makes a judgment in his mind in the blink of an eye.

However, even so, his speed is still a bit slow, can only watch the black light through the chest.

The great saint is even worse. He just reflected after the black light passed through his body.

On the contrary, it is Chu Yun and others. Because they have experienced it once, they are indifferent and let the black light go through the past.

In Chu Yun's mind, when the black light passes through, these vestiges should appear.

What kind of creature, human or alien?

There is a flower in front of your eyes, and then all kinds of noise fill your ears.

Talk and laugh, quarrel and make noise.

"BAM bam!"

All around the place, there are many voices of Jinge and jiaoming, which have become a piece of music.

"What's the matter?"

Mutu was shocked, his expression changed, and his eyes swept around him quickly.

He instinctively raised the defense, and his whole body was filled with demonic Qi.

However, when he came back, he found that the short earth piers around him were all far stronger than his own strength.

Mutu's expression, first pale, then collapsed.

He used to think that half a step of sages is the peak of the mainland now. Who knows there are so many horrible "short piers" here!

Chu Yun looked around and saw that there were several furnaces on the whole hall, making the sound of "tinkling".

The creatures in the hall are generally not tall, and they barely reach their waists. They have thick beards, strong bodies and muscles.

Without exception, these "low piers" are all pounding the weapons on the stone table in front of them with their hammers.

The whole hall seemed to be in a fire.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

A thick voice sounded, several people hurriedly looked forward, but did not find anyone.

After sweeping for a week, Chu looked down, only to see a short, muscular stump standing in front of him, holding a hammer in his hand and wearing an apron. His expression was very impatient.

"Er, we are here..."

Chu Yun's eyes swept around, and then a reason flashed quickly in his mind: "we are here to invite masters to build weapons!"

"Oh, come with me."

The low pier nodded, waved to several people and walked towards the side hall.

"BAM bam!"

"Dangdang Dang!"

"Bang bang!"

All kinds of voices are heard continuously, during which there are thick and heavy shouting and swearing. Obviously, they are all in the high-intensity excitement.

"I read some ancient books hundreds of years ago that there was a race named dwarves in the ancient times. They liked to live underground. They were powerful and strong. They were born warriors. And they are good at building weapons. This is their specialty. All the powerful weapon refiners come from their family! "

Taling suddenly said, "but I have never seen the dwarves. I thought it was the ancient books that were breaking up. Now it seems that..."

"Well, nine out of ten they are dwarves."

Chu Yun nodded.

What's more, although he didn't know how to make weapons, he just looked at the main hall and saw that many dwarfs were beating excellent spirit soldiers in their hands.

Even if it's just an unformed embryo, the breath is better than Holy Spirit soldiers!

It's just horrible.

"Hello, Chu Yun."

Monk luanlai came forward and gently pulled Chu Yun's sleeve. He asked in a low voice, "are they alien?"

"Dwarves, not alien, are more like a branch of the human race."

Chu Yun walked all the way, and the surrounding halls were full of dazzling flowers.

No wonder they were able to forge such an artistic palace. The real name of the dwarves is not unreal.

The dwarf took Chu Yun and them out of a side hall. He pointed at them and said, "do you want to build any weapons? If you don't, you can choose from these models!"

Chu Yun followed the direction pointed by the dwarf and saw that there were many weapons hanging on the wall.

Sabre, spear, sword and halberd, hammer, axe, whip and mace

There are all kinds of weapons that can be imagined here!

Several people looked up at Chu Yun and waited for his decision.

Chu Yuncun wants to ask something out of the dwarf's mouth, so he doesn't hurry to go to those weapons and pretends to be selecting them.

While choosing, he asked, "master, what should I call you?"

"My name is Zhao tiehammer."

The dwarf's voice was like a thunderclap. It sounded like a roar.

In fact, it's just his normal tone of voice.

"Master Zhao, we don't know much about the classification of weapons. Can you explain it to us?"

Chuyun smiles.

Zhao tiehammer's face was obviously impatient. He rubbed the black oil on his hands on his apron. The sound of the urn made the air passage of the urn: "lingbing can be divided into ordinary, holy, unique, war, extraordinary and legendary."

Chu Yun's eyes flickered when he heard the words.

In ancient times, there were only six ranks in the division of lingbing. Compared with the division of Taiqian, it seems that the ranks were much less.

I don't know what kind of difference it has with the Division I know?

Thinking of this, Chu Yun took out the magic tripod of Sanskrit sound and asked with a smile, "master Zhao, I got a spirit soldier by chance, but I don't know its grade. Can you show it to me?"

Zhao tiehammer snorted impatiently, reached out to take the magic tripod of Sanskrit, looked at it casually, shook his head and said: "there are only some ordinary products, and their potential is good. After my blessing, they have the chance to be holy products, but they are absolutely impossible to be top-notch!"

Chu Yun's pupil is shining. Zhao tiehammer's holy goods should correspond to those on the mainland. Maybe they should be stronger.

Under the holy goods, it is all goods.

It shows that in the ancient times, so-called inferior, medium, superior, high-quality, best and many other divisions were all just ordinary products.

Take this magic tripod of Sanskrit as an example. After a lot of nourishment of xuanhuang ancient Qi, it has reached the peak of the best spirit soldier, but it is still the ordinary product in Zhao Tiechui's mouth.

Oh, it's just some extraordinary products.

Soon, Chu Yun's face moved.

Zhao Tiechui said that he can give blessing to fanyin magic tripod. After the blessing, he has a chance to become a saint.

This made him yearn for more or less.

However, Chu Yun did not make a decision immediately. Instead, he successively took out the purgatory sword, Shishen ring and the nine square purgatory tower. Please identify them one by one.

Seeing Chu Yun like this, Zhao tiehammer is more impatient.

But in the spirit of customer-oriented mind, he still had patience to take a few glances.