Although Song Hetong looked like he was forging, he was actually familiar with his surroundings. The part where Tang Ao practiced martial arts was also seen by him, and while he sighed at Tang Ao's talent, he did not forget to warn him.
Tang Ao was once again shocked. Song Hetong actually knew of Seven Deaths's secret technique, which made it difficult for Tang Ao to see through this old man in front of him. He was a grandmaster in the eyes of outsiders, a naughty kid in his own eyes.
The master and disciple duo switched their hands to rest for a while, hammering a few thousand more times to finish forging the other parts. The clanging sounds of the hammers continued until deep into the night.
After completing the last part on the string, Song Hetong let out a long breath. On the exposed skin on his upper body, a faint yellow light swirled around.
"It's already deep into the night. If we bow to cause tribulation, I'm afraid that there will be quite a bit of trouble. Take a rest first. You'll have to work hard tonight and keep the temperature of the furnace under control." Song Hetong wiped off his sweat, "Tomorrow, we will move the furnace outside. We need to borrow the Sun Refined Flames to become a bow."
"Yes sir!" Tang Ao did not dare to be negligent, his own divine bow was about to take shape, and he decided to follow Song Hetong's instructions, saying that he would not say anything.
After the moon rose, Tang Ao looked at the furnace as he flipped through the《 Seven Killing Massacre Spell》. Last time, he had inadvertently caused his Sword Truth to take a big leap forward. This time, he had brought up all seven weapons and fate souls. At the same time, he summoned seven weapons and swords, axes, arrows, and seven fate souls.
"Originally, I could fight against seven people by myself, but my strength has not decreased, it's just that it consumes a lot of Essence," with Tang Ao's current cultivation and amount of Essence, he estimated that he would need to lie on the ground for a few days to recover, "I still need to continue raising my cultivation. The last time Senior Brother Fu Yang saved me, he did it many times, and directly forced Chu Wentian to retreat, fleeing in panic. "
who was fully aware of his own flaws had cultivated the [Seven Killing Massacre Spell] for a while, and closed his eyes and entered into a meditative state.
The sun rose from the east. Today's sun was exceptionally brilliant.
Tang Ao opened his eyes and ate the breakfast that Bai Lianxin had brought over. After training for a while, he moved the large furnace and anvil from the small hut to the center of the courtyard. Song Hetong had just arrived, and the two disciples carried a long and narrow box and followed closely behind.
"Today is the last day, and also an important day. No one could slack off in the slightest, or else all their previous efforts would be in vain. Let's begin, the earlier we finish the training the better, we just have to wait until noon to collect the essence sun fire. " Song Hetong kept a straight face and warned everyone with the tone of a famous master.
Tang Ao suppressed the excitement in his heart and started fighting with all his might as usual, while Song Hetong and the others took out their hammers and started hammering.
Now that he had forged the five parts, all he needed to do was heat them up again, then repeatedly forge them together. Then, he would connect them together with the dragon tendon as a string, and after the Thunder Fire and Thunder Tribulations, it would signify the completion of the forging process.
The sun was getting bigger and the surrounding temperature was getting hotter and hotter. Although it was autumn already, Tang Ao and the rest were still sweating profusely as it had already become a common occurrence in the past few days.
As the bows were pieced together one step at a time, dark clouds began to gather in the sunny sky. It was as if a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making him feel stuffy.
When it came to the third part, the clouds were gathering, the sky was getting darker, and occasionally there were even sounds of rolling thunder. All of this happened in the air above the small courtyard of the workshop. The rest of the village was still sunny.
The unusual sound had already alarmed the passersby and merchants of the village.
"What is that?" How could there be such a scene? "
"It seems to be in the direction of Master Song's workshop. He must be forging some world shocking divine tool."
"There is such a strange phenomenon, it must be a divine weapon above the Soul Treasure level. Could it be an immortal weapon?"
The dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, as they completely covered the entire small workshop. At this time, the divine bow had already finished splicing the four parts, and there was still the last remaining head to be installed with the bowstring.
"Rumble!"
A thunderclap suddenly sounded from within the black clouds, shocking Tang Ao and the rest.
"I'm fine. The divine bow is about to succeed, and the thunder tribulation is brewing. This means that the quality of the divine weapons that we forge is definitely something that has never been seen before, something that is rarely seen in this world. " Song Hetong said calmly, controlling the situation to calm the hearts of the few of them.
"The last part, everyone, do your best." Song Hetong shouted loudly. He swung the hammer again, and the fifth part merged with the bow bit by bit.
"Hu hu hu hu!"
A strong gust of wind unknowingly blew across the ground, stirring up clouds of yellow sand and dust, causing everyone to be unable to open their eyes. The flames inside the furnace swayed when the wind blew, if not for Tang Ao protecting the furnace with the sand, the flames inside the boiler would probably have been extinguished.
"There are still the last three hundred hammer blows left. Everyone, work harder!" Song Hetong's low voice pierced through the sand that covered everyone's eyes, commanding the people around.
Everyone tried their best to resist the wild slaughter. Ignoring the rumbling thunder in the sky, they raised their hammers and struck out with the last three hundred blows. The bow was successfully synthesized!
"Crack!"
A bolt of lightning whizzed past, striking towards Tang Ao and the others in a daze.
"Be careful!"
It was unknown who shouted, but Tang Ao and the others immediately dodged. With a "Boom!", the lightning hacked a huge crater on the ground, and the scattered electric snakes roasted the ground until it was black.
Fortunately he had escaped death. Tang Ao looked at the hole in the ground in fear, his heart beating faster after training a few times.
"Take the bowstring, take the bowstring, form the bow!" Song Hetong tore his old voice, commanding the two to pass the dragon tendon to him.
"Rumble!"
Thunder rumbled again in the gloomy sky as the dark clouds gradually pressed down. The heavy swirls of air slowly gathered together, forming a whirlpool with the small courtyard as the center.
Song Hetong ignored the strange scene that suddenly appeared beside him. The dragon tendon in one hand and the bow in the other. He was mumbling something as he suddenly shouted.
"The heaven and earth shall be the beginning, and all living things shall be born and live! "Bow complete!"
The dragon tendon had just circled around the bow and a fiery light shot up into the sky, instantly dispersing the storm that was forming. The light did not stop for a long time, as if it was going to break through the layers of layers of tribulation clouds in the sky.
"Crack!"
A thick bolt of lightning quickly arrived at the top of the well, immediately dispersing the light that the divine bow was emitting.
"Come on, come on, we have to hold on!" Tang Ao nervously looked at the tribulation cloud in the air, his tightly clenched fist was covered in cold sweat.
"Buzz buzz!"
Suddenly, with the small courtyard as the center, the surrounding spirit energy crazily rushed towards the divine bow, unexpectedly causing a gust of wind to surge with spirit energy. At the same time, the surroundings would occasionally emit "Cara" sounds.