Chapter 1780

Close to the dark hole, but nothing can be seen, as if their night vision powers are covered in general.

Xu kuangge, holding the painting fan, suddenly stops.

Xiao Yao naturally noticed it. He turned his face and looked at it.

"What's the matter?"

"Don't go in the fan." Xu kuangge whispered, "I'm afraid there's danger in it..."

Xu kuangge's idea is very simple.

He was never afraid of death. Even if he was really afraid, he was afraid that after his death, no one would continue to protect the fan.

This may be the only thing Xu kuangge will be afraid of in his life.

Xiao Yao thought about it and said with a smile“ You're all out there. I'll go in alone. "

"I didn't mean that..." Xu kuangge quickly explained.

Xiao Yao said with a smile: "I don't mean that either. Don't think too much. Just protect the fan. Believe me."

Before Xu kuangge could give him an answer, he had entered the dark hole.

At the foot, there are layers of steps.

After entering the cave, my eyes suddenly brightened.

Around, a candle, continuous light, light up the way forward, each candle, are slightly swaying.

He lowered his head and looked at the stone steps at his feet.

"Tut Tut, there are still revolving stairs..." Xiao Yao was a little surprised.

He took a deep breath and continued to walk down.

Every step is very steady.

Although his intuition tells him that it's very safe here, the heart of vigilance is still indispensable.

Like Xu kuangge, he is also full of curiosity about the original Terran, hoping to find out the secret of the disappearance of the Terran.

So how can a powerful existence disappear without saying it

Walking for almost half an hour, but still in the revolving stairs.

He couldn't help but wonder, is this a bottomless pit?

Or, what's in it?

After stopping, Xiao Yao thought for a while, and felt that he didn't realize that there was any Dharma array.

In other words, the steps are really that long

Xiao Yao wants to swear.

Was the original Terran so boring?

It's too easy to build such a long step?

Although he had ten thousand sentences in his mind, MMP still suppressed the idea of trying to make complaints about it, and continued to explore it.

Finally, I stepped down the last step.

In front of us, there is a long and narrow passage.

It can only accommodate three people in parallel.

On the wall, inlaid with the night pearl, dazzling, if dazzling stars.

Those night pearls are arranged in a very strange way. After looking at them for a long time, Xiao Yao doesn't find any rules. He simply gives up his previous idea and continues to explore. The dark blue light adds a little quietness to the narrow passage.

As for where this passage leads, Xiao Yao doesn't know.

No matter where he went, he felt that he had no reason to go back.

Step, more firm.

In fact, when you think about it carefully, Xiao Yao enjoys this feeling. There are unknown things waiting for him. It's really worth looking forward to.

For ordinary people, the unknown means fear. For example, death is just because human beings don't know what will happen after death, whether it really dissipates, whether there is reincarnation, or wake up in another space because of the unknown, so they are afraid. But Xiao Yao thinks that sometimes the unknown is also a kind of hope, just like a road. If we can really see the end at a glance, You may not want to move on. It is because you don't know the scenery ahead and who is standing at the terminal that you want to speed up and charge forward.

Through the narrow passage, Xiao Yao came to a huge square.

The square is round, with neat bluestone slabs at each corner. Every crack is right. It's very comfortable to watch, although Xiao Yao doesn't have much obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In the center of the square, there is a cylindrical stove, which is still evaporating heat, so that the surrounding space appears to be a little distorted, like a slap, the space will be fragmented.

Walking up to him, even Xiao Yao's physical fitness now felt blazing.

There was no expression on his face but shock.

He was curious about how long the stove had existed and why it was still burning.

He went around to the other side and finally got the whole picture of the stove.

From the structure, shape, and the bellows, platform, and iron block below

He took a cool breath.

This is a huge sword furnace!

"Sword furnace... There is a sword furnace here? And the iron... "

Xiao Yao sat down on the ground, which was still cold.

"No, let me make my own sword?" Xiao Yao's brain is going to explode.

Xiao Yao knows a little about sword casting, but it's only limited to fur. He is good at alchemy, but he really only knows the meaning of sword casting, and he doesn't know why.

He stretched out his hand and tried to pull the box. The fire in the stove increased several times, and the heat wave rolled.

Xiao Yao subconsciously thinks that he has been in the furnace.

On the stove, there are some inscriptions in relief.

"Sword casting Scripture?" Xiao Yao squinted at it, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

It really makes me make a sword

Under the stove, there was a hammer.

Xiao Yao held out his hand and picked up the hammer. It was hard for him to do so because he had mobilized the power of Tai Chi in his body.

"I'm afraid the hammer weighs several thousand jin?" Xiao Yao muttered, already sweating.

He first put down the hammer, took off his clothes, bared his arms, and rolled beads of sweat on his back, reflecting the light of fire.

The forehead is also covered with dense beads of sweat, soaking the hair and sticking it tightly to the head, just like the roots on the surface of the soil.

He held out his hands and picked up the hammer. He thought it was a good weapon, but he only knew the sword technique, not the hammer technique. Moreover, he always felt that he was a man who wanted to be a master. Other people's masters were all swordsmen in white and swordsmen in green. If not, he could see the silver spear and dragon head machete.

Come out on your own and carry a hammer?

Xiao Da Chui?

Xiao Yao shook his head and put this absurd idea out of his mind.

I also want face, OK!

Burn the scrap iron red and smash it down with a hammer, causing sparks to splash.

Once again, the sparks, which had not dispersed before, gathered together again. They were as bright as red. Under the fire, Xiao Yao's face became extremely resolute.

Sweat along the face, chin, down to the piece of red iron, thin can not be heard "Zi" sound, instant evaporation, even a wisp of smoke can not be seen.

However, after several hammers, he did not reshape the scrap iron.

Putting down his hammer, he frowned and thought.

From time to time, I raised my head and looked at the relief inscriptions on the sword stove, trying to find some clues and explain the current situation.

The wrong way to open it?

Because I'm not Xiao Da Chui?

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must sharpen his tools first.

No matter how many hammers you drop, it doesn't mean anything until you find the problem. It's not an excuse for being lazy, let alone an excuse for not being able to swing the sledgehammer.

After pondering for a moment, he came up with some ideas.

So he swung the sledgehammer again and fell.

There was another flash of sparks, and the hot sparks fell on the skin. Xiao Yao was totally immersed in joy.

"That's true. When you swing the hammer, you have to inject Taiji power into your body." Xiao Yao took a deep breath.

There is nothing strange about this piece of scrap iron, but before I hit it, I didn't change the shape of the scrap iron. It can be seen that this piece of scrap iron is very unusual and needs the power of Tai Chi to forge.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao suddenly woke up.

What if you don't have the power to integrate Taiji?

Come here and do everything in vain?

All of a sudden, he had a feeling that he was being led by some force, leading by the nose.

He didn't like the feeling.

No one likes to make a puppet.

He raised his head and looked at it without saying much.

He continued to hammer down.

One hammer, another hammer, the sound of the hammer is like spring thunder.

Xiao Yao's meridians gradually protruded, just like the Dragon veins on the plain.

When he hit it with a hammer, he felt as if the heart of the sword in his body was more stable.

This is a sword. It's forging iron.

In fact, they are forging their own swords.

The strange metal was constantly changing its shape under Xiao Yao's hammer driven by Tai Chi.

Casting swords and forging iron is a very long process.

One thousand hammers, ten thousand hammers, one hundred thousand hammers

Xiao Yao is tireless, like a machine.

Finally, the embryo of the sword was just formed.

Xiao Yao's arm began to swell, and he finally realized that he was tired. He put down his hammer, raised his head, looked at the narrow passage, and finally noticed something unusual.

He didn't know how long he had been in this passage, but on average, it took about ten seconds for each hammer. During this period, there was also time to change the position of the iron block.

Simple calculation, I seem to have been here for more than ten days. For such a long time, Xu kuangge didn't worry. Did he come down to find himself? Or are they in trouble? Thinking of this, Xiao Yao walked towards the passage. All the way out of that hole“ Why? You came out so soon Xu kuangge said in surprise. Xiao Yao looks strange, but he has the answer in his heart. As he thought... The space where the sword stove is. Time is forbidden... If you want to forge a sword, you have to break the time and spring and autumn? In his heart, he thought“ How long have I been in? "“ An hour. " Xu crazy song thought about it. It's time to walk the steps. Xiao Yao nodded: "I'll come out later, but there's no danger in it. You can also go in." Xu crazy song listen to Xiao Yao so say, also no longer hesitate, with painting fan and electric tiger follow Xiao Yao behind, into the hole. In the narrow passage, Huafan says to Xu kuangge that the night pearls on the wall are beautiful. Xu kuangge says with a smile that he wants to help Huafan pick those night pearls away. Through the tunnel, and then turn around, there is no one behind（ Third watch