Douluo's Demon Sword

The entire casting room suddenly felt a terrifying temperature, and even the Titans were sweating profusely.

But Lou Gao looked at the holy gold and magic stones that were being smelted in the furnace. He was completely unaware of the terrifying high temperatures everywhere, and instead looked extremely excited.

"Old orangutan, do it quickly. There are very few impurities in these two ores, but they are also extremely tough. Apart from you and Tang Hao, I am afraid no one can refine these two ores!"

Lou Gao kept urging, Tai Tan wiped the sweat from his head, nodded solemnly, picked up the huge casting hammer and walked up.

"boom"

A loud noise made the entire blacksmith association tremble, like an earth dragon turning over.The staff in the general association just thought that an earthquake was coming, so they quickly dropped their work and ran out.

Then every minute, there was such a huge roar, which lasted for four full hours.

Finally everything returned to calm, and a few people hesitantly walked into the general meeting, whispering to each other.

"What happened just now? Was there an earthquake?"

"Nonsense! How could there be only an underground earthquake in the General Assembly? I think it's the powerful Titled Douluo who are fighting. This is the aftermath of the battle."

All the statements are inconsistent, and none of them is accurate and convincing.

The root cause of all this was that in the casting room at the deepest level on the fifth floor, Titan was sitting beside him with a pale face and a limp body. 35xs

Titan is a Contra-level strongman. When forging in the past, he could train for seven days and seven nights without changing his expression.

But today, just four hours, made Titan feel as if he had been there for 40 years.

However, the final result is always gratifying. Under Titan's continuous tempering for four hours, the holy gold and magic stone have been completely integrated into a black gold iron block that is a little over three feet six long and a little over two and a half wide.

"Okay, now it's my turn!"

Lou Gao's eyes were full of excitement, looking at the black and gold iron block, he looked like a stunning beauty.

Take out a strange tool from the soul guide. There are dozens of knives alone, ranging from large to small, from wide to narrow.

"This is a complete piece of metal. It is a masterpiece of God. It must not be damaged in the slightest. What I want to do this time is not forging, but carving!"

Qian Renxue always maintained the output of soul power. The holy light of the sun shrouded the black gold iron block, making the extremely tough iron block full of moldability.

However, Qian Renxue's soul power is limited. The continuous output for the past four hours has left little soul power left in her body.

Dugulan reached out and made a move, and the magic sword appeared in his hand. With a movement of his mind, the magic sword began to merge into the black gold iron block.

I don't know why, but the magic sword didn't have any obstruction at all, and easily sank into the black gold iron block.

As the magic sword merged into the black gold iron block, its plasticity began to become stronger, and Qian Renxue was no longer needed to maintain high temperatures.

Holding Qian Renxue's shoulders, Dugulan helped her aside to rest, and then said to Lou Gao: "Senior, please start!"

Lou Gao's excited expression calmed down, he looked at Dugulan and said, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Dugulan nodded: "The worst result is that the martial soul is damaged!"

"But during this process, you have to endure the pain of soul carving. What I can predict is that the time required will never be short!"

Dugulan smiled and said calmly: "Senior, let's get started!"

Lou Gaobian no longer forced himself, and began to use his own tools to carve on the black gold iron block.

The moment Lou Gao took advantage of it, Dugulan suddenly felt that his soul had been pricked by a needle, followed by a burst of pain of varying lengths and depths.

Dugulan's face began to turn pale. This kind of pain originating from his soul was a little unbearable for him.

In the early years, Dugulan had to endure unspeakable pain every once in a while because of his natural ghost hands.

At that time, Dugulan almost always gritted his teeth and pushed through.

But now this kind of pain made it difficult for Dugulan to control himself. Deep roars came out from his throat, and Dugulan's body was constantly shaking.

Qian Renxue noticed something strange about Dugu Lan and wanted to use the angelic light to give Dugu Lan some peace.

But Tai Tan on the side stopped her and said: "He must bear this pain. Others cannot interfere in any way, otherwise all the efforts will be wasted, and he will suffer even more than this!"

Hearing Tai Tan's words, Qian Renxue could only hold back her heartache, looking at Dugu Lan's trembling body, listening to the low growl coming from his throat, and holding Dugu Lan's hand tightly.

As Lou Gao's hand flew rapidly, the black gold iron block began to change, and a mysterious and domineering giant sword gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

This sword is similar to Dugulan's magic sword, but there are some different changes. The souls of the dead who have died in Dugulan's hands for many years suddenly burst out at this moment, and evil spirits surrounded this new magic sword.

The hilt of the sword originally looked like a broken star, but it was eaten by these evil spirits and turned into a skull.

As the master craftsman Lou Gao was carving, these evil spirits were actually helping Lou Gao carve the magic sword inch by inch.

And Dugulan not only suffered from the pain of soul carving, but also suffered from the resentment of being devoured by evil spirits.

Strong resentment enveloped Dugu Lan's whole body, and strands of blood flowed out from the pores of Dugu Lan's body, and the blood that the Demon Sword drank so much in the past filled the air at this moment.

The entire casting room was filled with resentment and blood for a while, like an abyss of killing.

The entire city of Gengxin was enveloped in a faint smell of blood, and the people in the city began to become violent. As time went by, there were more quarrels on the streets, and they even started fighting at the slightest disagreement, and bloodshed occurred for a long time.

There are people from the Wuhun Palace who often dominate and dominate here, and the blacksmiths in Gengxin City who are suppressed are miserable.One day, the blacksmiths in the city gathered together and fought bloody battles with the people of Wuhun Hall for a whole day and night regardless of life and death, and finally wiped out the Punishment Hall.

Nine days and eight nights had passed, and when the ninth night came, both Dugulan and Lougao were already in a strange state.

Dugulan was confused and his soul was surrounded by endless evil spirits, making it difficult for him to distinguish between light and light.

But Lou Gao was solemn, and the carving work in his hands continued. Evil spirits were imprinted on the spine of the sword by Lou Gao, and wisps of energy and blood were engraved on the edge of the sword by Lou Gao.

When the sun rose on the tenth day, the evil spirits that appeared in front of Dugulan disappeared, and the long blood in Gengxin City also disappeared without a trace.

A three-foot-three-inch long bloody sword weighing 12 kilograms appeared in front of Dugulan.