Chapter 220 Forging a Sword
This is a darkly lit world, with a black sun hanging in the sky and a strange purple light emitting around it.
The terrain here is undulating. As far as the eye can see, it is desolate. The ground seems to have been soaked in ink, and the cold breath is coming from all directions.
"My original intention of creating this demiplane of the undead was actually to study an undead magic. It is not perfect enough and cannot be compared with the dragon tomb created by your dragon god." Electrolux's shadow was projected on Mu Xing. Next to him, he watched her build a workbench in an open space.
"The nature is different. How can research and study be more grand than a funeral?" Mu Xing couldn't help complaining, "I don't take out such a good thing early!"
"If the weapon you want to forge is not related to the undead, and may cause disaster, I don't want to give you this demiplane. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't trust you, I just think that the demiplane of the undead I created It pales in comparison to the plane created by your Dragon God.”
"You were still human when you created this demiplane. How many people can do this?" Mu Xing complained while stacking a pile of crystal clear dark blue crystals on the workbench.
"Minerals with the breath of life!" Electrolux stared at the pile of crystals and marveled, "Have you ever learned to refine weapons?"
"I know a little bit about it." There are so many gods in the God Realm, and there are always a few who specialize in a few arts.
"And this kind of crystal does not need to be forged. It is the hardest and most flexible ice-attributed metal. It is also the best ice-attributed soul power conductor and amplifier." Mu Xing picked up a piece of Ice Divine Crystal with both hands and put the two pieces together. The crystals merged into one, and she continued the same process until she produced the prototype of a sword embryo.
"Great, then whose soul do you want to put into it next?" Electrolux admired the giant sword that was gradually taking shape. "Let me tell you in advance that I have no interest in becoming a sword spirit."
The octagonal black ice crystal has been carved into the soul guidance core array by Mu Xing and embedded in the sword grid. Apart from her, there is probably no soul teacher in the world who would have such the luxury of carrying the essence condensed by a hundred thousand year old soul beast. The carrier of the core formation.
"Why do you have to stuff something into it? I have no intention of cultivating a Lich King." The early forging was quickly completed, Mu Xing held a dark bone pen and made the final carvings on the sword.
"Very good, but what are you going to do in the next catastrophe?"
Unprecedented changes are taking place in the demiplane of the undead. Thunderbolts crisscross the sky. Huge pressure falls from the sky, oppressing countless undead creatures to the ground. Only some particularly powerful beings dare to roar up to the sky during the thunder tribulation, as if they want to confront the power of God.
"What does that matter? Anyway, our little black dragon will bear everything. He has endured eight heavenly tribulations and has rich experience." The Golden Dragon King yawned and got up. Isn't Nilin used to do this?
"Sure enough, a good man cannot be the emperor." The existence of the Golden Dragon King made Electrolux feel that his moral level was actually quite high.
A bolt of thunder suddenly fell from the sky and struck Mu Xing hard, but the bone pen in her hand still moved smoothly along the sword. Except for a layer of dark dragon scales appearing on the body, the calamity did not affect it at all. she.
Amidst the violent roar, a huge ball of lightning fell from the sky. At the same time, the loud roar of the dragon echoed over the demiplane of the undead, and the dark halo spread outward, swallowing up all the lightning. A dark dragon claw suspended in the air, tearing the calamity cloud in the air into pieces.
"Can't you inform me in advance?" Di Tian was a little angry. He was the one who was beaten. He had to have some right to know, right?
"Thank you, I will do it next time." Mu Xing put away the bone pen and pulled out a long sword that emitted a faint blue light from the collapsed workbench.
The sword body seemed to be carved from the purest ice, exuding a biting cold aura. The blade of the sword was covered with sharp serrations, and each serration shone with a cold light. The runes on the sword's spine flickered on and off, as if it were breathing, making it look elegant yet dangerous. Well, at least she will say thank you, which is much better than the previous leader.
Di Tian looked around and said, "Tell me, who created this demiplane?" With his current state, he was completely unsure of creating one. If he was still at the peak of the first-level god, he might be able to give it a try.
"It was made by ghosts." Didn't you see the undead creatures nearby?
"Hey!" Electrolux glared at Mu Xing.
"Who is this?" Di Tian stared at the gray-haired young man beside Mu Xing warily.
"That's right!" Mu Xing then raised his head and looked at Electrolux, "Handsome guy, who are you?"
Electrolux's eyes were filled with disbelief, "No, you! God! I really..."
"Please introduce yourself as concisely as possible, and don't read poetry."
"I taught you undead magic and lent you this demiplane to make swords. What on earth did I do to make you disrespect me so much? You don't even want to call me teacher." Electrolux said sadly.
"You have many teachers. You must have had a fulfilling life in the God Realm. Which god is this?" Di Tian quickly recalled the composition of gods in the God Realm. Undead magic sounds like the specialty of the evil god, but He didn't remember that there was such a number one figure in the divine world. Could it be that he was a second or even third generation god?
"I'm not a god, I'm just a human being who doesn't want to become a god. In my original world, becoming a god means eternal death."
The Holy God of the Undead, the Natural Disaster of the Undead, the strong man from another world, the remaining divine consciousness...
"You are the strongest among humans, but you are a little... good and evil." This is Ditian's understanding of Electrolux. In order to study a spell, he created a demiplane. This demiplane The undead creatures in the world would continue to reproduce and evolve, which he asked himself was impossible.
"He is a legend who single-handedly brought down human civilization to the end of the world! If the previous God King Shura had discovered him earlier, where would it be Tang San's turn to inherit the throne of Shura? Maybe my father would go down to the lower world to rob people." Mu Xing said nothing. He praised without hesitation.
Di Tian complained bluntly, "I feel like you are yin and yang."
"Take away the feeling, she is." Electrolux said expressionlessly.
"Then please bear with me a little longer." Di Tian said he was helpless.
"No one speaks up for me?" Electrolux sighed.
"There are no humans here."
Having said that, Mu Xing finally called out "teacher" out of dignity. It turns out that this carrot and stick approach works for every intelligent creature. If she could satisfy the other person with her words, she wouldn't mind saying a few more complimentary words.