Tales of Herding Gods - 1159. Chapter 1109 Go With Me (Third!)

Seeing this scene, the blind and the dumb relaxed, looked at each other, and nodded each.

As they expected, Qin Mu mobilized his own insights during the tempering. He not only learned the knowledge passed on during the forging process of the previous two, but also mastered it proficiently.

Not only that, Qin Mu entered a mysterious state, integrating his own perception, his own understanding of Tao, his own spirit, and even his own Taoist heart into the casting!

When he was forging, a halo appeared around his body, and an ancient god phantom emerged from all over his body. Large and small halos surrounded the ancient gods, symbolizing the grand avenue of the universe.

There was a loud voice, his feelings, his heart, his persistence, and his efforts, as he hammered into the formed magic weapon.

He transformed his magical powers into microcosms with his great runes, and as the sledgehammer fell, he was deeply imprinted in every microscopic particle of the magic soldier, branding very seriously.

Whenever his vitality and spiritual consciousness were exhausted, he would take a sip of Hongmeng Yuanye, and when the magic weapon was too fierce, he would also use Hongmeng Yuanye to infiltrate and temper, at any cost.

After the dumb and blind had refined the butcher’s magic sword, they couldn’t help being surprised to see that Qin Mu was still working on it without rest.

However, the two of them didn’t think too much, after all, Qin Mu learned quite a lot, and micro-casting must be time-consuming and laborious.

The second elder rested for a while, and opened the furnace again to help the lame refining boots and gloves.

Refining treasures for the cripple is more time-consuming than building a butcher’s magic knife. The cripple’s techniques are unique, requiring the treasures to pass through various forbidden seals with him, which is a treasure that enhances his stealing skills.

This is a great test for dumb and blind people.

After the two had become lame treasures, more than twenty days had passed, they breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back, only to see that Qin Mu was still refining his magic weapon.

But it can already be seen that Qin Mu’s refining is also a sword, a very ordinary divine sword, and he didn’t see anything extraordinary.

However, Qin Mu had already used the heavenly palaces in his spiritual fetus to forcefully imprint the brand with the heavenly palaces!

“The power of Mu’er’s magic weapon, I’m afraid it’s too scary!” The two looked at each other and secretly said in their hearts.

They could see that Qin Mu’s magic weapon was only the shape of a sword, but it actually carried Qin Mu’s avenues and ambitions. It was not just a sword, but could change its shape at will, so it was so complicated to build.

The visions around Qin Mu gathered, and as the last hammer fell, only a ding sound was heard. The hammer hit the divine sword, and suddenly the divine sword shattered with a crash.

The mute and the blind were shocked and hurried to his side, only to see the divine sword that Qin Mu had worked so hard to forge these days to pieces!

The divine sword shattered into countless powders, because it was micro-casting, the divine gold and divine material turned into the smallest particles, almost imperceptible.

Qin Mu grabbed a handful of fly ash, startled in a daze.

The blind man hurriedly opened his eyes to look at the particles, frowned slightly, and whispered: “Dumb, he intends to integrate the fifteen imperial seat techniques into this sword. But this sword cannot withstand such a powerful sword. the power of.”

The mute inspected the particles on the ground carefully, distinguished a variety of materials, and said: “I can’t do a better job than him in terms of the material ratio, but…this sword is also made!”

The blind man was startled slightly, the mute pushed aside the dust, and took out a sword hilt from below. There was a fragment of the remaining sword on the hilt, only six inches long. He smiled and said, “That’s the sword!”

Qin Mu originally thought that he had made a mistake in refining treasures, so he felt sad. He hurriedly looked at it, and saw that although only a six-inch blade remained, the remnant sword was still sharp and its radiance was undiminished!

The dumb flicked his sword and laughed: “Mu’er, you are too perfect. You want to make a perfect divine sword that fits your own way. But how can it be done overnight? The way of humanity is more than enough to damage it. You are just a talent. Refining treasures means practicing too full and involuntarily entering the way of human beings.”

Qin Mu seemed to understand but was thoughtful.

“You have practiced too full of talents, but your techniques are not yet full. You forcibly build the magic sword, so that the magic sword is damaged and can’t bear it, so it is broken. As the saying goes, Kanglong has regrets, but it won’t last long.”

The dumb said: “But the way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the deficiency. The remaining sword is still there. Use your own surplus to make up for the deficiency of the remaining sword. This is your Taoist sword. You don’t need to demand perfection. Only by constantly comprehending and perfecting your own cultivation method and your own avenue can you make up for it. Waiting until the day of your accomplishment is also the time when the sword becomes successful.”

Qin Mu took the Remnant Sword, his mind moved slightly, and the broken sword burst out with a sword light, shining like water, reflecting his face.

The mute said that he had practiced too full, which was indeed correct.

When he was refining this sword, he was thinking about refining an artifact that could carry his fifteen heavenly palace, branding his forehead runes on the sword, and branding his own perception of Tao.

Among the fifteen heavenly palaces, there are still six heavenly palaces that have not been consummated, and the deficiencies in the cultivation techniques have caused great shortcomings in his divine sword, but Qin Mu wanted to be perfect, so that the divine sword was broken.

The dumb smiled and said: “This sword will grow with you. Although it is a broken sword, when it grows, it will be more powerful than other magic weapons!”

Qin Mu urged the three alchemy of the overlord body, and the residual sword suddenly melted away, turning into countless tiny particles, like flowing water, forming a long knife. Then, he lightly stroked the knife and the long knife turned into a dragon spear. .

This remnant sword changes with his mind, but every time it changes into a different weapon, he needs to mobilize his rune to fill in the missing part of the magic weapon.

And for each form, the missing parts are different, and the required runes are also different.

Qin Mu put away the remnant sword, still feeling a little lost. The inadequacies in his technique caused the incompleteness of the divine sword, but in his heart he still wanted to make a perfect and flawless divine weapon.

“Haste is not enough. Like the dumb grandfather village chief who cultivates the single-day palace, they can be trained into the gods that suit them. I tried to cultivate into the great heaven, but I couldn’t.”

He calmed down, and the voice of the Dutian Demon came from outside. Qin Mu walked out of the supervising factory. Dutian Demon and Yu Zhaoqing stepped forward to see him. There were three heavenly dragons behind him, and they also bowed to worship, saying, “Fortunately, I don’t humiliate my life. The sky lasts for five years, conquering the world of Tianyu, and come back!”

Qin Mu laughed loudly, helped him get up, and said, “Bro Dutian is working hard.”

He summoned the Dragon Qilin, took down the Hutian bottle, and said, “Your people are in the bottle. Today I will give you the heavens, the Hutian. Brother, please see.”

The Dutian Demon King suppressed his excitement, but saw Qin Mu take out the remaining Hongmeng Yuanye, and with a flick of his finger, the Hutian Bottle whizzed up, getting higher and higher, and it didn’t take long for him to come near Yankang Yuanmu.

Suddenly, this divine bottle gradually grew larger and turned into a treasure bottle with a mouthful of dozens of miles. The mouth of the bottle was slanted downward and hung beside Yuanmu. Stars gushing from the mouth of the bottle, forming the entrance of the Hutian.

“Brother Dutian, you are now the lord of the heavens.” Qin Mu smiled.

Dutian Demon King raised his head to look at the world of Hutian, tears bursting into his face, he only felt that the hard work of the past few years was worthwhile.