Chapter 922

We came to an open door, next to which was a red candle.

Little Red Riding Hood said that it was the kidnapper who dropped it. I picked up the candle and looked at it. There was a stinking smell in the candle, which seemed to be mixed with body oil and bone powder. Chu Ziqian knew the weakness of the big formation, too!

But knowing the weakness doesn't mean that it must be safe. The weapon refining array dominates the whole apartment and takes the advantage of time and place. It can easily kill the intruders with the help of everything in the apartment.

Little Red Riding Hood stopped in front of the door and asked me to look into the room. It was dark, just like an unfathomable hole. I held up the burning roll of paper, but the light seemed to be unable to penetrate the deep darkness. I could not see clearly what was in it

At this time, the lights in the corridor began to flash wildly, and the magic thinking bell rang.

In the twinkling light, two streams of Yin Qi filled the corridor from both ends. It flowed slowly like a liquid, mixed with shrill ghost calls. Then I saw some white skulls crawling out of the Yin Qi.

The shapes of the skeletons are very strange, not all white bones. Their bodies are inlaid with daily necessities such as fans, televisions, tables and chairs, which is beyond my imagination.

Little Red Riding Hood pushed me hard into the door and called out, "uncle, hurry in, or they will stop you."

"And you?" I asked.

"It's OK. They can't see me."

Little Red Riding Hood's face is very white, and her hands are very cold. I suddenly have a bad idea. Will she have been dominated by Yin Qi and want to lure me to death!

When she didn't think for me, she pushed her hands behind me heavily, and I went into the room.

Strange to say, I fell into a thick black, and there was no door behind me. I reached into my arms and took out the lighter. I was groping for it, and suddenly there was a fire in front of me.

The fire was burning so fast that it felt like it was coming from somewhere. If you look straight into your eyes, you will feel a stabbing pain like a needle.

But it was bound in a huge round vessel, as if stove!

I don't know where the sound of Ding Dong comes from. The darkness fades away slowly. I find that there is an ancient workshop around. Many powerful men with bare arms are working hard in front of the stove. Their bodies are hanging with a layer of sweat, shining in the light of the fire.

This Is this a crossing?

I reached out and touched a row of swords hanging on the shelf. When the palms passed by, the swords disappeared like mist. When the palms left, they were back to their original state. This should be a kind of powerful magic, which can completely save a period of experience, just like the video, and keep playing, but this magic has been lost in the modern era.

"Good time!"

When someone shouted, the blacksmiths stopped their work and stood up respectfully, looking in one direction,

at first, I thought it was looking at me. Looking back, I found an old man with white hair clutching a leading crutch. He walked around in the crowd.

At the end of the line, there was a woman with her hands tied. She was covered with hair and moved her feet with the crowd like a walking corpse. It seemed that she had given up unnecessary resistance.

The blacksmiths retreated to both sides, and soon someone set up offerings in front of the stove. The offerings were very rich, including fruits and vegetables, wine, and the whole roasted suckling pig, which made me a little greedy.

The old man squatted down in front of the sacrificial table and said with his hands clasped: "the God of fire wishes to melt in it. Today, the old man Ou Yezi offers delicious food and wine. May the Lord of the God of fire make a great impact, melt the iron, and help the old man to make a magic sword!"

I was shocked for a while. This white haired old man is Ou Yezi, the originator of sword casting!

After reading the toast, everyone looked at the stove, and the fire did not change. At this time, I noticed that there was a piece of hard bound things in the furnace, which was red and bright. The temperature of the furnace was more than several thousand degrees by visual inspection, and even the stones could be burned. The thing that could not be melted was probably the legendary Tieying.

Ouyezi suddenly sighed and continued to say: "please forgive the old man's neglect. There's one more thing to offer for the old man. That's the life of the little girl moye. I hope the old man will accept..."

As soon as the voice fell, the fire suddenly became blazing. A tongue of fire came out of the stove. The hot air rolled Ou Yezi's long beard. People around him covered their eyes with their hands for fear of being blinded.

Only Ou Yezi stared at the fire with his eyes shining brightly, and his two black eyes were shining like burning coals.

Although thousands of years later, I can still feel the fanatical atmosphere of the scene when the God of fire came!

Hearing this, moye, who was tied up with his hands, struggled desperately, and his eyes turned to one of the blacksmiths from time to time. There was a dark man biting his lips and burying his head in silence. Moye seemed to die. His lips trembled and two lines of clear tears fell from his cheeks.

She was picked up by a group of servants and walked towards the stove. The fire danced wildly, as if she could not wait to receive the precious living offering.Just then, the man rushed out and shouted, "wait!"

Ou Yezi glared at him angrily and said, "you are so ungrateful, you will be punished for destroying the sacrifice!"

It turns out that this guy is a good general!

The general knelt down in front of Ou Yezi and said tearfully, "master, please be merciful. Moye is your own daughter and your last relative in the world. Do you have the heart to sacrifice her to the God of fire?"

After a few seconds of silence, Ou Yezi sighed: "this is the destiny of our forge master. I have forged seven divine swords in my life and killed seven children by myself. This is the test of Lord Huo. If a smelter can't give up what he loves, how can he match the immortal to forge the best sword in the world? General, you don't have to say any more. Get back down quickly! "

The general was still kneeling, and Ou Yezi started to storm: "you are not fast enough to leave. You have delayed the auspicious time and angered Lord Huoshen. Can you bear this responsibility?"

The general raised his head fiercely and said, "master, I have been secretly engaged with moye for a lifetime!"

"Then no one can change my decision." Ouyezi roared.

"What if moye has your grandson in his stomach?" Said the general.

"What do you say!"

Ouyezi angrily drank, his eyes were bigger than the copper bell, his beard was rooted up, the scene was so quiet that everyone dared not breathe. Only the fire in the furnace was still raging, but the color turned bright red.

"General, you say it again." Ou Yezi stands up.

The general raised his head and said: "please be merciful, master. Moye is pregnant. She is no longer a virgin. Such sacrifices will only offend the Lord Huo!"