Chapter 232: Soul Soldiers

It was not until the end of the show that today's auction conference was really useful, except for the items originally bought by Li Deyork, all other things were basically plundered by one person.

"Lord Li De City Lord..." Lei Guangri blocked the road where Li De York left with a smile on his face, and there was also a gloomy Xiusidak next to him.

Dan Jin shook his head slightly when he saw this scene. Now these three people finally have the opportunity to re-dividend the mental impact potion, but it is too late now, and it may not be easy to talk about it, right?

"I heard that Yueyue is also a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts?" Li Deyock smiled and turned his gaze to Xiusdaq again: "I heard that the vice president's son has been trapped in a third-level mental barrier for a year?"

At this moment, the faces of Lei Guang Sun and Moon and Xiusidak became even more gloomy. The most feared thing about negotiations was that the trump card was touched by someone, and that would lead to a very passive feeling.

He was eager to hear Li Deyoke's words and smiled weakly. The leaders of these two forces may be in trouble next.

Lei Guang Riyue and Xiusidak saw the enthusiasm of walking by, and his smile on his face, the nameless fire that had nowhere to vent in his heart immediately found the target, that's right!

Xiusidak remembered that when he wanted to hug Luo Qingqing's little beauty, his enthusiasm was destroyed, and his anger burned in his chest.

Lei Guangri Yue thought of his son, and Lei Wei could only lie on the bed and moan, and could not do anything, and he became angry.

I didn't care about the anger of the two powerful men, and my mind was filled with how to make blood beads to forge that soul soldier.

"I'm afraid you have to practice more and strive to increase the success rate a little bit." After rushing to the carriage, he kept thinking about it and got familiar with it in the endless world. Whether it is the forging of soul soldiers, the production of blood, or the inscriptions on the blood beads, he is not sure of any of them, or he is not sure of any of them.

"I said, Fabradys, what do you want to do?" Mu Gui Wuxin sat in the carriage and finally asked about the doubts he had been holding in his heart for a long time.

Fabradis didn't leave the Driving Man for a moment, for fear that Driving Man would suddenly disappear out of thin air. The fighting spirit reached the most nervous state of alert in his body. If anyone dared to attack Driving Man at this time, the Tianlu Jian would cut the opponent into minced flesh, and even a piece of crisp bone could not be found.

Go back to the room safely, enter your own room silently, close the doors and windows, and directly enter the endless world to make the final preparations for forging soul soldiers.

This is not only for Fabradys, but also for himself! If you have the opportunity to become a saint in the future, so much experience in making soul soldiers will give you more chances of being successful in forging new soul soldiers.

Fabradis carried the Tianlu sword and moved the bed directly to the door of the Guanjin room, and all he could eat, drink and sleep were in front of the Guanjin door.

Three days later, the Lei family finally sent the time for the duel. They walked out of the room with a look of energy and looked energetic. They heard the answer that the duel was set to be a month later.

One month? After thinking about it, I am afraid that Li Deyoke and the Lei family have reached an agreement. That agreement will not be truly implemented until one month later. Lei Yueyue can get the spiritual impact potion. It seems that the Lei family has suffered a considerable loss for this bottle of potion this time.

"Boy, can you start?"

Compared to his energetic energy, Fabradis has become much haggard in the past three days, and his temples have added a lot of white hair.

He was vigorous and cheered up and said softly: "I'll try it, prepare a yard for me without disturbing anyone, and then prepare enough coal for the stove to burn for a month, and a hundred different types of iron hammers, all! Must be all! And..."

In the afternoon, I walked into the yard full of forging tools. There was nothing else except Fabrady, various tools equipped with mysterious potions, nearly a thousand inscription-carved knives, as well as the blasting wind, Burning Tower Crazy Song and Cyckfollett.

Inscription! Pick up a knife and carefully tried to carve a magic circle on a piece of metal, and it was completed quickly.

"It feels good." Before leaving Oakland, Fabrady bought the metal about the engraved inscriptions that he paid for, and threw it directly into the stove.

The next day, he vigorously picked up the metal that was completely burned red and absorbed a lot of firepower, and raised the hammer and smashed it hard on it. A series of dazzling metal sparks, like gorgeous magic, splashed in all directions after the heavy hammer hit it a few times. Fabrady felt that his heart seemed to hit it hard as the heavy hammer fell.

Five days passed, and in addition to eating and sleeping, Dianjin kept making the shell of blood beads. Two times the inscriptions were carved directly. If Dianjin hadn't thrown things out quickly enough, his face would probably have been blown away, and in the end, the blood bead inscription needed was carved.

The blood of the Fire Demon only took one day, and four explosions were used as the price, so it was configured. Fabres felt that his heart was about to be broken, so how could he be making a soul soldier? This was just a life-threatening effort!

What Fabrady couldn't understand was his energetic expression and so focused! No, it should be said that he was immersed in it, as if he had received countless happiness from it!

Happiness! I can't even imagine that I will find happiness in such a situation. Whether it is a potion or an inscription, it requires amazing control, and there are also various skills to build. This is not only an assessment of my professional skills, but also a training to fight.

Rare pieces of metal were taken out of Fabrady's fighting world, and then all of them were put into the stove. Fabrady felt that his heart seemed to be thrown into the stove.

A layer of solemnity was also covered with a layer of energy, which was the last and most critical step! It must not be wrong! Whether it is inscriptions or blood, there are spares during the production process. You can start over again when you are finished.

There is only one main material for the Soul Soldier! If the production error occurs, it will be completely finished. Fabrady doesn't know if he can still have the courage to live until he gets the next material.

The flame burned the metal for two days. I took turns to do one thing with Fabrady in the past two days, pulling the bellows! Try to increase the flame to the maximum extent!

Looking at the metal that was about to emit flames, I took a deep breath. The iron breathing method sucked the heat flow of the flame in the furnace into my body, and then followed the iron hammer transmitted into my hand along my arms. The eighteen-high-rise hammers drew an indescribable arc in the air, colliding with the metal, and burst out a thunderous sound!

In the past, the metal when making irons always splashed countless sparks, but today's forging did not smash any sparks. At the moment when the big hammer collided on the metal, Dangjin even felt the hammer in his hand produced a suction force. It gathered all the metal sparks that should have bloomed together and smashed them back into the metal.

Fabrady was stunned. What kind of forging technique is this? It was such a heavy blow, and no spark splashed out from the metal.

The first hammer was successful! Dangjin cheered in his heart, and he did not dare to relax at all. One hammer! One hammer! One hammer! When the big hammer was forged to the 100th hammer, it suddenly exploded and broke. It could not withstand such an impact, nor could it continue to gather the sparks that should have flew out.

"Change the hammer!" Driving took the second big hammer handed over by Fabradys. When he waved the hammer again, he really realized what a rare and good tool the hammer in Uncle Black's hand was! No matter how he hit or what metal he hit, he never saw any problem with that hammer.

Could it be that thing or a magic weapon? I'm motivated to take back my random thoughts and start forging the metal in front of me again.

Forging, taking shape... Every day, in addition to sleeping and eating, we keep forging the metal given by Fabradys. In the past, forging only sweats after a long time. Now, we only need to smash a hammer and sweat will flow.

The consumption of mental power, the control of power and fighting energy, and the selection of angles, does not allow any mistakes.

Sledgehammer, medium hammer, small hammer... Different hammers hit different positions of weapons.

In the past eighteen days, he took the tongs and pulled the Zhengtian Sword out of the stove bit by bit. The Fabrady's Tianlu Sword drew a blood groove in his palm. The hot blood dripped on the Zhengtian Sword, and a hissing sound was simmering, and a stream of white fog swelled up.

Swish! The sword entered the bucket, and the cool cold water suddenly turned into boiling hot water. The sword changed ten barrels of cool cold water in succession, and finally no longer boiled as it was at the beginning.

"It's done..."

The spirit of motivation relaxed, sat on the ground weakly, looking at the weapon in front of me with countless emotions in my heart. I really didn't expect that it would take nearly a month forging a soul soldier.

Unexpectedly, because of this month's full strength forging, the Dou Qi was reborn under constant exhaustion, and it actually reached the Second World War of Subduing Demons. The Dou Qi speed was 15,000 revolutions!

"Let's get ahead." Fabradis walked to Liuyunshi with enthusiasm: "This is the last step."

"Yes!" Looking at the Zhengtian Sword in his hand vigorously, it would probably take a whole day to open the strike this time, and his own sharpening technique would take a day. If you change to a forging master who can't clean the strike, it would probably take ten days and half a month to complete the strike, right?

The next day, the sun rose again, and suddenly a lightning light in the yard rushed straight into the sky. Fabrady, who was sleeping, narrowed his eyes and stared at the sword in Gan Jin's hand, as if he was afraid that the cold light reflected by the sword's edge would pierce the eyes.
Chapter completed!