The devil has too many vests

In the depths of the boiling lava, a rusty long sword floated in the red flames. Its gray and dull appearance was not eye-catching at all, and it looked cruder than the crudest iron sword.

But Yan Weilou knew it was anything but ordinary.

——Being able to survive in this meltable molten iron for an unknown period of time, as the only complete item in this huge smelting pool, has already demonstrated its specialness.What's more, before Yan Weilou noticed that there seemed to be a ray of spirituality in it, maybe it was a magic weapon that gave birth to a weapon spirit.

Surrounded by forest white flames, the young man stretched out a hand, tentatively grasping the hilt of his sword.The palm was stabbed lightly, and a drop of blood quickly seeped into the blade.

Zheng——

The roar of the sword sounded like a dragon's chant, and the mottled rust turned into fly ash. A bright white light suddenly appeared in front of Yan Weilou's eyes, and the bright and sharp sword body emerged in the white light, brand new as before.

At the same time, a short message also flooded into his mind: [Shen Bing-Qian Qiu] [Caster-Guanlan Sword Pavilion Great Swordsman Chun Yuying] [Yu Xuanhong 19 years]...Scattered and scattered The message quickly flowed through Yan Weilou's mind.

"Guanlan Jiange? I've never heard of it." Yan Weilou pondered slightly, "It's the reign name of Xuanhong... Isn't this the reign name used by the last emperor of the Great You Dynasty?"

This kind of common sense question is probably known to anyone who has read some books.

In this way, since this sword was cast 800 years ago, this Guanlan Jiange is probably also a sect 800 years ago.It's normal that Yan Weilou has never heard of it.

After all, the troubled times 800 years ago were the most chaotic times in the imperial court.The dynasty was torn apart, the flames of the blue sky and the demons were raging, and many forces fought against each other endlessly. Almost every small force would be attacked and destroyed every once in a while.Except for the three holy lands that are standing still, the other sects and aristocratic families, I am afraid they have all changed in the past 800 years.And among them, what is the Sword Pavilion of Guanlan?

Yan Weilou vaguely guessed that this underground palace was mostly left over from the Guanlan Jiange back then, and was discovered by Zhao Chongzhi by accident, and took advantage of the situation to develop here.

After all, the Zhao family in Annan was destroyed, and it was lucky that Zhao Zhong escaped alone.Where did the financial resources and power come from to build such a huge underground palace in just a few years?It must have existed long ago.

And following this line of thought, combined with some information in my mind just now, it is conceivable what the so-called smelting pool and blood refining pool are used for—mostly it was the sword casting pool of Guanlan Jiange back then .

The flames of lava in the pool are comparable to volcanoes, and even black iron can be easily melted. Presumably Zhao Chongzhi never expected that there are even magic weapons in it.

Only Yan Weilou, who had stayed in Tianyuan for 20 years, was tempered by Jiehuo for 20 years, and then subdued Jiehuo in turn, dared to jump down. Only then did he discover the existence of "Qianqiu".

"This prop is much better than what I had prepared..." Yan Weilou flicked the blade with his hand, and satisfaction flashed in Yan Weilou's eyes, "This way, the script will be more seamless."

The golden sundial in the pupil of his left eye slowly rotated, the red molten lava, the white flame, and the scorching golden light shone together, interweaving a magnificent and blurred scene.

An illusory figure slowly formed in the blurred light in front of the young man, revealing the same appearance as "Xu Yuan".The young man's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his eyes, meeting Yan Weilou's eyes.

With a faint smile on the corner of the mouth of the newly-appeared time projection body, he stretched out a slender white palm.The deity of Yan Weilou also bent his lips slightly knowingly, and put the Qianqiu Sword that he had just acquired into the palm of that hand.

He himself quickly removed the special disguise on his face, restored his original appearance, and changed the clothes on his body.

——From now on, this time-projected body is "Xu Yuan", and Yan Weilou himself does not have to continue to disguise himself.

In the small space surrounded by white flames, the deity and the avatar smiled at each other.

"Then, leave the next thing to me."

·

Another palace not far from the blood refining pool and the smelting pool, the overall style is obviously different from other places, and the palace furnishings are more exquisite and gorgeous.There are people patrolling back and forth in the nearby passages from time to time.At the door, two guards with ten heavy shackles stood on either side, one on the left and one on the right.

This is the palace of Zhao Zhongzhi, the suzerain of the Blood Refining Sect.

Yan Weilou's guess before was not wrong, this underground palace was indeed not built by Zhao Chongzhi, but an underground relic that he unearthed by chance.

Four years ago, Xiao Wuyi slaughtered the whole family of the Zhao family. It is unknown whether it was a real oversight or a moment of soft-heartedness that allowed Zhao Chongzhi to escape.

Since then, Zhao Zhongzhi has only a sense of crisis in his heart——Xiao Wuyi may have thought that the only person who tortured him cruelly was Zhao Qian, and Zhao Zhongzhi was just a simple boy who was deceived by his father, even if he fell into a trap because of saying goodbye to Zhao Zhongzhi However, because of the love he had when he was young, he still couldn't bear to make a move on him.

But Zhao Zhongzhi knew well that Xiao Wuyi hated the Zhao family deeply, even if he couldn't bear it for a while, this intolerance would eventually fade away, and one day he would wipe out the roots.What's more, he is not as innocent as he appears on the surface.Once Xiao Wuyi learns the truth, he will definitely not let him go!

Zhao Chongzhi is eager to become stronger.

His talent is mediocre, and no big faction is willing to accept him.And it is impossible for the Xiaomen Xiaopai to protect him under the power of the Big Dipper Demon Palace.So Zhao Zhongzhi changed his name in disguise, pretended to be a down-and-out son of a famous family, and mixed in a group of random cultivators who were also without family and school, trying to find a way to become stronger by all means.

The talents and resources of casual cultivators are not as good as those of famous families, so they often form groups to take risks in various ruins and look for opportunities.After all, Zhao Chongzhi grew up in Zhao's family since he was a child. He has first-class skills, no shortage of pills, and his cultivation is far superior to ordinary casual practitioners. In addition to his good acting skills and eloquence, he has gathered more than ten people around him in a short period of time. Wander the rivers and lakes.

Until I found this underground palace.

Everyone else died, but Zhao Chongzhi survived.

He swallowed all the opportunities and cultivated in the underground palace alone for a year—maybe it has been too long, and the weapons and medicines in the underground palace have decayed, but Zhao Chongzhi was lucky enough to discover a lot of exercises.Since his natural talent is mediocre, even the peerless exercises are useless, so he chose the heresy and evil art "Blood Alchemy Jue", which can improve his cultivation the fastest, and after a year of hidden cultivation, he broke through to the second level of insight.

Immediately afterwards, he founded the Blood Refining Sect, and began to search for people secretly, and accidentally met Qu Fang, a heretic pharmacist, and the two hit it off.

Under Qu Fang's suggestion, Zhao Chongzhi, who had not made any progress in two years, realized that entering the Dao is the dividing line between geniuses and mediocrities. Perhaps the Insight Realm can use pills and left-handed secret methods to forcibly improve his cultivation, but His talent is too poor, if there is no chance to change his fate against the sky, he will never stop at entering the Tao.

He thought of Xiao Wuyi again.That childhood playmate with amazing talent and a big secret.

"The blood of heaven and man..." Sitting alone on a pitch-black throne in the empty palace, Zhao Chongzhi sighed quietly and smiled slowly.

How jealous and unwilling he was when he discovered this secret at first, how ecstatic he is now.

"Soon, it will be mine."

boom!

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded without warning.Immediately afterwards, the guard guarding the door quickly trotted in: "Sovereign, something happened at the blood refining pool..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chongzhi, who was immersed in his imagination, stood up suddenly, his expression changed: "Blood pill!"

The guard was apprehensive, when suddenly his eyes blurred, and the suzerain in front of him disappeared.

·

half an hour ago.The palace room where the blood refining pool is located.

Perhaps there are many similarities in the process of casting swords and refining medicines, they both need to remove impurities and refine the essence.It is no problem for Qu Fang to use the former sword casting pool as a refining furnace.

Ever since Qu Fang discovered by accident that there seemed to be a connection between the two pools, the smelting pool could transfer the extracted essence of medicinal materials to the blood refining pool for double refining, so he regarded it as the best place for refining medicine .

At this time, there were only two people in the palace.

One was Xiao Wuyi who was thrown in a corner of the palace with black iron shackles on his hands and feet, and the other was Qu Fang who was pacing back and forth by the edge of the blood refining pool, so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He glanced at the pool from time to time, and then at Xiao Wuyi's direction again, with a frenzied expression.It seems that they are only waiting for the time to throw Xiao Wuyi into the pool (crossed out)!

clap la la...

The black iron chains kept colliding and making noises, Xiao Wuyi kept silent, struggling hard all the time, as if he wanted to get rid of the shackles on his body.Veins protruded from the back of his hands, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he couldn't do anything about the black iron chains anyway.

Qu Xiang glanced over there and shook his head: "Give up, don't bother! Even if this is not a millennium black iron, it is at least 300 years old. It is no problem to suppress [-]% of the true energy in your body."

And only [-]% of his true energy is left, if he can still break free from the black iron chain, he, Qu Fang, will write his name upside down!

He rarely felt pity, like the last sympathy of a butcher before slaughtering pigs and sheep: "Instead of struggling here and wasting the last bit of time. It's better to sit down quietly and think about what regrets you have before you die."

Xiao Wuyi seemed to be moved by his words, he became quiet after a period of hesitation, and really sat motionless in the corner with his head lowered.

If he acted like giving up struggling from the beginning, it might arouse Qu Fang's suspicion.But after all the twists and turns just now, Qu Fang didn't think much about it. Seeing that Xiao Wuyi seemed to accept his fate, he turned his head again and focused more on the blood refining pool.

Xiao Wuyi, who was sitting in a corner of the palace, silently clenched his fists and operated the secret technique, the blood in his veins boiled up - the blood of heaven and man was his greatest reliance.How could the secrets be known to ordinary people?Even though Zhao Chongzhi thought he knew the secret of his blood burst, he still underestimated him far!

A hint of cruelty flashed in the young man's cold eyes.

It's a pity that after this eruption, it's not like being able to practice magic skills like before.Even if he really escaped this time, he might be completely useless. Unless there is an elixir, there is absolutely no hope of recovery.

However, he never expected to recover.

Looking at Qu Fang not far away from the corner of his eye, Xiao Wuyi silently planned the next arrangement in his heart.The time for strength to explode is limited, before you become a useless person, you must first kill Qu Fang, save Xu Yuan, and finally, go to Zhao Chongzhi and die together!

At this last moment, he abandoned the soft heart and hesitation he once had.Instead of lingering on for the rest of my life, it is better to take this last chance to die with the enemy!This is not a waste of life.

Prepared in his heart, Xiao Wuyi became more and more silent, but the zhenqi in his body was activated by some kind of power, his blood was burning like hot oil, and it seemed that it was about to erupt in the next moment.

"Wow!"

what sound?With a slight movement of mind, Xiao Wuyi's body has subconsciously reacted.He raised his head and looked in the direction of the blood refining pool.

Immediately, Xiao Wuyi's expression shook, and even the operation of the secret technique stopped unconsciously.

Qu Fang, who was not far from the blood refining pool, acted more exaggeratedly than him, and was froze in place in shock, looking in horror at the blood refining pool that was calm a second ago.

In his brain, which was barely able to function, the scene that happened just now was finally played back.

——At the moment before, in that bottomless, crimson magma like volcanic lava, countless lavas were rolling, just like the waves rolling when the wind howled.A boy suddenly walked out of the turbulent red waves.

He looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, surprisingly young and handsome, and even looked aggressive.

Wisps of white flames swirled around the young man's body. The flames surrounded him and guarded him. It was clearly a flame, but it seemed to be colder than ice and snow.The crimson magma surging all around separated towards the two sides like a natural enemy, making way for the boy.

Black-clothed, black-haired and black-eyed, like a boy rendered by pure night, wearing a cloak intertwined with white flames, he walked step by step through the avenue cracked by the fiery red magma, and came to the palace .

Seemingly aware of Qu Fang's gaze, the young man cast a faint gaze on him, with no emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, Qu Fang was cold all over.

Even though he claimed to regard human life as worthless, and he did not know how many people he had harmed in order to make alchemy, but in the plain eyes of this young man, he did not dare to act rashly, instead there was a kind of trembling from instinct.

As if being targeted by a monster whose life level is much higher than that of humans and has slaughtered countless lives, instinctively began to panic.

"Who are you? How did you come out of the blood refining pool? Don't you know that this is the territory of my blood refining sect?" Qu Fangqiang asked calmly.

After the words fell, he seemed to realize something, and his face became ugly: "Wait a minute, as far as I know, the only way to the blood refining pool is... the melting pool?"

"Not stupid."

The young man didn't care about his words at all, he tapped his toes lightly on the crimson lava, and as his jet-black robes fluttered, his whole body was like a sudden ink-colored gust of wind, and he came to Qu Fang in a few breaths .

And the afterimage behind him gradually dissipated.

"……Pity!"

Before Qu Fang realized what it meant, he heard a cold voice ringing in his ears.

The next moment, the young man who had already come to him stretched out a hand from his sleeve without hesitation.A long, pale hand with distinct fingers.

A forest of white flames ignited.The illusory and invisible flame fell towards Qu Fang, penetrated his body, and entangled his soul.

Tianyuan robs fire, burns soul and refines soul.All tortures in the world are nothing compared to this.

Yan Weilou has personally experienced this kind of capital punishment beyond human imagination for 20 years.Judging from his experience, the person in front of him could last no more than a quarter of an hour.

——Then, he would agree to any request from Yan Weilou.