Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Xiao Chen and his wife had not used the secret room for a long time. After cleaning it up, it was already half an hour later.

After checking the furnace again, Murfan said solemnly: "I'm going to start a fire, I'll pull the fan at my command later. ”

Xiao Chen nodded and slowly walked to the windbox, holding the handle made of fine iron wood with his hands, a cool feeling coming from the wooden handle.

“Begin!”

The flame in the furnace suddenly rose, and the entire basement began to surf, but strangely.

The chamber appears to have been cleverly designed, with heat waves circling in the air for a week before slowly dissipating and evenly distributed throughout the chamber.

In addition to the vent, the gusts of fresh wind, the basement is still incredibly hot, but it is not unbearable. Xiao Chen abandoned his thoughts and grabbed the wooden handle and pulled it backwards.

Pup! Pup!

Strange things happened, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that he only pulled a few centimeters away and then couldn't pull. My heart is shocked, what is going on, I can't help but have the strength of a Chinese fighter.

Can't even this little fan pull?

The flame in the furnace slowly dwindled, Mofan hurriedly looked towards Xiao Chen, couldn't help but rush, “Master Xiao, why don't you do it, the fire in this furnace is going out. This stew is not a regular stove. It consumes a lot of spirit stone once it is lit, and cannot be wasted casually. ”

Xiao Chen's heart was in a hurry, but no matter how hard he worked, the air box was immobile. The sweat on his forehead kept dripping. What is going on? What is going on?

Mo Fan seemed to understand something, hurried over to tell Xiao Chen, some of the tricks.

"Now is not the time for you to distract yourself, keep an eye on the furnace and prepare to put the moonstone in, I'll teach him. ”

Bo!

Xiao Chen suddenly felt something soft on the back of his head, which felt so comfortable. In the hot basement, it actually stretches out a cool feeling that calms the mind.

“Idiot, this air tank does not have to be pulled with brute force, you have to follow the air flow that it spills to pull it out; otherwise you will not be able to pull any more force, if you push too hard it will destroy this air tank. ”

Xiao Chen only felt a gust of incense coming, floating in the sky to stay close behind him. A pair of proud stiffness on his chest, resting on his back of the head, two slender arms, slowly resting on his hands.

Controlling the wooden handle, he slowly pulled the air box with his arm, and a huge flame rose in the fire furnace, the temperature of the entire basement suddenly tripled.

But Xiao Chen felt that her heart was very cool. At this moment, the sound was more gentle than usual, like the coolest summer breeze in the world. Slowly the Buddha moved the juvenile's restless heart.

Slowly forgot the soft on the back of the brain, Xiao Chen pulled the wooden handle of the windbox without hurry and without delay, guided by the tenderness.

Somehow, Jiao Jiao had slowly left Xiao Chen's back and looked at Mufan in front of the furnace.

Mofan pulled out a moonstone from behind and muttered: “What a waste, ordinary people refining soul soldiers, just a little powder of moonstone, you can actually throw one piece at the furnace. ”

“It would have been more than enough if it hadn't been for the lack of a few other rarities, so many moonstones, and the creation of a sub-divine soldier. ”

Keeping a close eye on the moonstone that kept falling into the furnace, the scene in front of me began to blur...

This was also the case a thousand years ago, when a day-old teenager, carrying a huge number of moonstones, went to Hao Tianzong alone.

The contemporary Patriarch of Hao Tianzong, because of his powerful personal charm, personally went down the mountain to pick him up and build him a subordinate Thunderwood sword.

When the bright light of the five colors rises and the mighty spirit wraps the whole of Hao Tianzong, you can feel the sword within a hundred miles of each other.

Everyone knows that for nearly a millennium, the sixth sub-divine soldier has been born, and she was born out of seven colored red red red lights. Holy as a fairy in heaven, that blank face seemed to carry a hint of naivety and obscurity.

She stood there quietly in her new life, some childish face, making her look like a child.

But it was all hard to hide her pride, and she looked at the world without saying a word, and within a thousand miles, 18,000 spiritual soldiers trembled because of her presence.

Because she is the king of swords, and she is the king of these 18,000 spiritual soldiers, and although she was born, she cannot hide her pride. Now that I am born, I am king, and all the mortals shall kneel before me, for I am the king of the sword!

I am the Second Divine Soldier, Leddie Sandwich Sword!

No one can stop me from walking, she carries a mulberry sword, she strokes through the sky and flies to the sky.

“Divine weapons fly! ”

“She's going to choose! ”

The sound of surprise at the bottom is connected, but many more are delighted. No one expected the original Thunderwood Sword to be so proud that they had to choose their own Lord.

But it also gave them an opportunity, and if they could surrender, they would be the masters of this divine soldier, the subordinate soldier - the dream of all the warriors in the universe.

But he who was immense did not give them any chance but gave them three seconds of thought. Seeing him also rise in the sky, such as Big Peng spreading his wings, quickly surpassing the thunder lightning bolt, he instantly held the thunderwood sword in his hand.

The falling Sanmuhaha laughed, his eyes could not hide the surprise, said: “What a proud sword, from today on you will call it delicate, I Sanmu will surely be a proud person. ”

……

The temperature in the basement is getting higher and higher, no matter how delicately designed, when the furnace burns completely. Nearly a thousand degrees of heat, in any case, cannot all be dispersed.

Xiao Chen's clothes have been completely wet, opposite to Mofan, and all the clothes on her upper body have been removed, revealing a strong muscle.

Xiao Chen wiped the sweat off his forehead. He just felt completely dry and hot. The whole basement was like an oven. He felt like he was about to be cooked.

Only at this critical moment, Murfan is stirring the boiling iron water in the furnace with a secret method characteristic of the caster, and there are only a few moonstones left in the pile next to him.

At this time, you can't stop. Once you stop, your previous work will be abandoned. The Tianzhu Soul Soldier you get will be completely abandoned.

It's just really hot, Xiao Chen is like a faint, weak pusher windbox, let Buddha fall in the next moment.

At this moment, a clear breeze blew from behind Xiao Chen into Xiao Chen's heart. He dissipated the dry heat all over his body and cooled himself down, feeling so refreshed.

Although there is no turning back, Xiao Chen can also guess that this breeze comes out of a delicate hand. Xiao Chen's heart poured through a warm stream. This little girl had no idea how poisonous her mouth was and how little conscience she had.

By the way, besides her conscience, the little girl's chest (harmony) was really big, and Xiao Chen's body actually reacted when she remembered the previous scene.

Damn, where the fuck did I think I was going? Xiao Chen slapped himself in the head so hard that his mind finally calmed down and started pushing hard to push the windbox.

Time goes by, every time Xiao Chen is dying, there will always be a breeze behind him, sweeping his whole body exhausted and full of strength again.

A large pile of moonstone has finally been put into the furnace. The boiling surface of the furnace is full of iron pulp petrified by the moon. The whole surface keeps jumping and dropping, and the hot rolling iron water.

Murfan watched carefully the iron pulp in the furnace and rolled the heat from the pavement, seemingly not causing him any trouble. Throughout the furnace, the moonstone's characteristic yellow light shines.

Murfan's gaze took out that fantastic cold iron, a cyclone in his left hand, and the iron pulp in the furnace began to spin at a rapid pace, spreading a more terrible heat wave all the way around.

Putong!

As the iron pulp was about to form an ultimate vortex, Murvan's eyes quickly put the ultimate cold iron into the vortex's eyes, splashing a small piece of iron water.

Boutique cold iron begins to melt slowly, and the yellow light merges slowly with the black light of cold iron. By the end, when all the cold iron stones had melted, all the yellow light had scattered, and the iron water had turned into pure black light.

When Mofan saw the time had come, he drank loudly, sticking his left palm over the furnace, a huge suction coming out of his palm. The iron water in the bottom furnace began to roll constantly and converge towards the air.

Mofan's forehead sweat, ticking and answering, the following rain generally keeps falling, but at this moment he completely ignores it. He looked nervously at the iron water gathered in his palm.

Eventually, the iron water in the furnace was sucked into the air by him, forming a football laughing iron ball, spreading a terrible heat wave, spinning constantly.

Puff

At this moment, a brilliant light suddenly lit up in her delicate hands, and the next moment a light shadow came out of her hand and flew straight into the ball of iron.

Murfan said in surprise: "This is… the source of the fight! ”

The source of the Battle of the Holy Spirit, the most powerful source of attack in the heavens and the earth, the soul soldiers who own it can derive the strongest Battle of the Holy Spirit in the world.

The source of the legendary Zhongdu Saint was divided into six parts, each representing a different interpretation of the art of attacking. Six souls of the Battle of the Holy Spirit, each embedded in six different sub-Divine Soldiers.

It is said that a new divine soldier can be formed if the six Divine Soldiers are assembled together, the source of the Battle of the Holy Spirit. Only in ancient times, in the tens of thousands of years of history of the Martial Continent, there are only ten divine soldiers.

No one knows what is true or false about the authenticity of this legend, because no one has ever been able to keep these six sub-divine soldiers together.