The fiery red magma swelled like boiling water, and the steam rising from it drifted towards the circular hole in the sky.
The lava pool is like a deep well, and Old Dragon Wuyou is the frog at the bottom of the well.
Lao Long couldn’t remember how many times he had looked at the starry sky through the well, but this time was the most special.
Every bright star was winking at it. They formed a small hand, clenched the hand into a fist, and only extended the index finger, which was constantly hooked towards the old dragon.
"Come on! Come quickly! Come and find us!" A sweet laugh sounded in Lao Long Wuyou's mind, like a prostitute soliciting customers.
And the hand in the starry sky gradually transformed into the charming figure of a female dragon...
The old dragon stared at the night sky for a while, then turned his head to look at a red squirrel sitting at the entrance of a tunnel on the shore, happily playing with a pile of crystals.
Although it is the tenth son of the dragon and is not allowed to exist in the world, he happened to meet it. As long as its cultivation reaches the sixth level, it will be able to carry his soul.
What makes it happiest is that the red squirrel also possesses heavenly fire, and it is a fire dragon. What a coincidence!
Thinking of this, Lao Long couldn't help but sing a song!
"Ahhhhh~ahhh~"
Lai Siyu, who had been working hard, and the red squirrel, who was immersed in the endless joy brought by the crystal, raised their heads in surprise. They looked at Lao Long in confusion, wondering what the hell was going on?
From their constipated expressions, it was clear that the so-called singing was not beautiful. But to another person, it was like the sound of nature.
The old dragon wanted to roar again, as it still had infinite emotions in its heart that needed to be expressed.
Just as the old dragon opened his mouth to roar, Lai Siyu spoke.
"If you think that Xiaohong and I have lived too long, then you can just keep on howling. Others are howling for money, but you are howling for your life!" Really, the raw sounds produced by the whole set of broken percussion instruments are completely like the rhythm of robbery and murder.
Old Dragon Wuyou shut his mouth in embarrassment, and the two flames in his eyes dimmed.
Damn, after I take over someone else's body...
I'll kill you!
Lai Siyu led the lava fire into a larger tunnel. In this slightly larger tunnel, Lai Siyu set up a furnace and placed all the necessary tools and equipment for refining.
These things are already available in the space, she just needs to move them out.
Originally, forging the sword in the space was the most suitable and time-saving method, but she was afraid of exposing the secrets of the space to Lao Long and causing unnecessary trouble. After all, Lao Long had not yet become a sword spirit, or a weapon spirit.
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Lai Siyu rounded his arms and swung a sledgehammer to continuously hammer the blade, and the production steps gradually came to an end.
The blade is made of red gold crystal, meteoric iron, blue steel, dragon scales and more than one hundred other auxiliary materials. Among them, meteoric iron and dragon scales are found in the treasure of the old dragon unit.
The handle of the knife is made of a whole dragon's spine, which was also found from the old dragon's treasure.
The old dragon hid his body in the treasure. Lai Siyu lost a lot of brain cells in order to get the reverse scales and dragon spine.
In the end, Lao Long accepted Lai Siyu's suggestion. In order to make it more comfortable within the sword, and to ensure that its spirit and soul would not be damaged after becoming the sword spirit, the only way was to use something on its body to carry its spirit and soul. This was the most perfect and reliable method.
In order to refine the dragon spine and dragon scales, Lai Siyu also borrowed the power of the old dragon, because her cultivation alone could not do anything to the dragon scales and dragon spine.
The old dragon Wuyou gave a strand of his dragon will to Lai Siyu, so that Lai Siyu could wrap this strand of will with her divine consciousness, slowly infiltrate it into the dragon scales and dragon spine, and then gain the recognition of the creature, allowing her to sacrifice and refine it.
Lai Siyu swung the hammer tirelessly, and gradually she entered a mysterious state.
It was as if she herself was the hammer, or as if she was the knife; in short, at this moment she was no longer herself.
The spiritual power in her body flowed from her dantian through the meridians throughout her body, and finally gathered in her palms and was injected into the iron hammer.
Because the materials used to refine the broadsword are too sharp, the spiritual power required is also quite rare, especially at the final stage when the sword is about to be completed.
Her Dantian gradually became empty, and the lotus platform had lost its color and turned a little gray.
Lai Siyu's movements of lifting the hammer became increasingly difficult, and her appearance made Lao Long, who had originally wanted to force Gao Long to sing a song to express his emotions, suddenly anxious.
Damn, if you don’t have the diamond brick, don’t take on the porcelain job!
What a waste of my reverse scales and spine!
If her spiritual power is insufficient, then the weapon training will fail! If the weapon training fails, her injury is a small matter, but the old dragon's spine and reverse scales will be 100% destroyed!
Is it possessed by a ghost?
Actually believed what a yellow-haired girl said.
At this moment, Lao Long's heart was like the hammer in Lai Siyu's hand, hanging high and then falling heavily, hanging high and then falling heavily.
Fortunately, it has no heart, otherwise it would have had a heart attack!
The old dragon simply buried its head in the lava and stopped looking at her. If she failed, its soul would dissipate faster. Now it could only hope that the red squirrel would advance quickly.
The reason why it wants to preserve its intact body is because only in this way can it preserve its soul completely, allowing its soul to weaken more slowly over the long years.
But how could this old creature, which had existed for countless tens of thousands of years, believe the words of a yellow-haired girl on impulse?!
It seems that time is not only a butcher's knife, but also a dragon-killing knife. It really is stupid in this magma pool!
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