UGB Chapter 26: To deal with Yang Jian, you need a good gun! Where are the vanguard of the Shang army? C
Chapter 26: To deal with Yang Jian, you need a good gun! Where are the vanguard of the Shang army? C
Gu Xuan slowly raised his right hand.
A faint wisp of lapis lazuli light silently emanated from his fingertip.
Mo Liqing's gaze sharpened, and his muscles tensed instinctively.
"Gun intent?"
Gu Xuan looked at the spear light at his fingertips and said calmly, "Nezha recognizes this spear intent."
"Yang Jian..."
Gu Xuan's eyes flickered slightly.
I recall Yang Jian's strange reaction when faced with this spear intent.
"They seem to know each other."
He paused, then added, "Or—"
"He discovered Lei Zhenzi's body."
"Yang Jian is, after all, the third-generation chief of the Chan Sect. It's not surprising that he came after us."
As he spoke, Gu Xuan clenched his five fingers.
The spear's edge vanished, disappearing without a trace.
Mo Liqing slowly put down his wine cup and nodded thoughtfully.
Hearing the cheers outside the tent, "General Gu points at Yang Jian and Nezha!"
Mo Liqing, holding his wine cup, suddenly fell silent.
After a moment, he slowly raised his head to look at Gu Xuan and said in a low voice.
"brother."
"Yang Jian has been famous for a long time, and his Eight-Nine Arcane Arts are almost perfected."
"Such a profound foundation..."
He didn't continue.
But there was an unusual seriousness in his eyes when he looked at Gu Xuan.
Gu Xuan was taken aback.
A slight ripple stirred in my heart.
He was silent for a moment, then reached into his robes.
Clang.
Two broken pieces of a golden rod appeared on the hard wooden table.
Immediately afterwards, he took the tip of the Void-Piercing Spear from his waist and placed it aside.
Gu Xuan raised his head and looked at Mo Liqing, his voice calm but extremely serious.
"Dealing with Yang Jian..."
"You need a good gun."
Mo Liqing stared blankly for a moment at the two broken sticks and half a spear tip.
Then, he suddenly grinned.
The heavy and oppressive atmosphere inside the tent was instantly dispelled by laughter.
"The gun is completely destroyed?"
He turned his head abruptly, and in a hoarse voice shouted towards the outside of the tent, "Third brother! Come and see!"
Not long after.
The heavy curtains were lifted, and Mo Lihai strode in.
"Big brother?"
Mo Liqing gestured towards the wooden table with his chin.
"Our brother's gun is destroyed. Don't you know something about weapon crafting?"
Mo Lihai looked at the damaged Void-Breaking Spear and Golden Staff, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
He then bent down, reached out and picked up one of the broken pieces of the stick, and examined it carefully.
"Um?"
Just one glance.
Mo Lihai's pupils suddenly contracted.
How could this golden staff be cleaved so smoothly?
He suddenly raised his head, looked at Gu Xuan intently as if he were looking at a monster, and said in a deep voice.
"Lei Zhenzi's Golden Cudgel".
"It was made by Yun Zhongzi using the finest acquired spiritual materials, the gold essence of Zhongnan Mountain."
Mo Lihai shook his head, his tone full of regret.
"Unfortunately—"
"This treasure has been refined once, and the imprint of Yun Zhongzi's fundamental laws remains within it."
"Brother Gu wants to use these two broken pieces of the staff to forge a new spear..."
"Or, replenish the corresponding wind and thunder laws within the spiritual treasure."
"Or...?"
Mo Lihai paused, then said, "Change to a more domineering source of law to suppress the original one!"
"But this treasure was personally crafted by Yun Zhongzi..."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Liqing frowned.
Yun Zhongzi was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals. How could it be easy to suppress the traces of his original laws?
"The origin of the laws..."
Gu Xuan looked down at his palm.
The hunger hidden deep within flesh and bones quietly swelled a little.
压？
perhaps......
When it is ready to be refined, the essence and blood of the Immortal Body are incorporated.
Go...eat it!
Gu Xuan slowly raised his head and looked calmly at Mo Lihai.
"I have a way to address the root cause."
"But refining—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Mo Lihai was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with astonishment.
But he didn't think about it in detail.
After all, every cultivator has some fortuitous encounters along the way.
Mo Lihai laughed loudly and slapped his thigh hard.
"Leave the refining to me, brother!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the two pieces of golden rod and half of a spear tip from the table.
"Walk!"
"Come with me to the weapon-refining tent!"
……
The next day, at the Shang army camp, in the weapon-forging tent.
"boom--!"
The raging flames surged and rolled endlessly beneath the bronze furnace.
The two pieces of golden rod and the broken spear tip melted into a ball of blazing golden liquid, which slowly spun in the furnace.
Mo Lihai continuously formed complex hand seals, pouring streams of Xuanxian magic power into them.
Without turning his head, he gave instructions to Gu Xuan behind him, his voice hoarse from the intense depletion of his magical power.
"Brother Gu Xuan."
Gu Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
He stood up, strode to the edge of the furnace, and raised his right hand.
"laugh--"
In the blink of an eye, a tiny crack appeared on my fingertip.
A drop of incredibly viscous blood, swirling with a crimson-gold luster, was slowly squeezed out.
"puff--"
The moment the blood droplets entered the furnace.
The bronze furnace suddenly trembled and hummed!
On the surface of the golden liquid, a layer of wind and thunder patterns emanating a mysterious Daoist charm suddenly lit up.
The next second—
A repulsive force, carrying the residual pressure of a Golden Immortal, suddenly erupted!
The wind and thunder patterns grew brighter and brighter, as if they wanted to crush this drop of mortal blood that dared to offend them into nothingness!
however--
Just as it was about to crush the crimson blood essence.
Ancient lines, as fine as hair, appeared on the surface of the crimson blood essence.
Next, the second one.
Article 3.
Article 10...
The dense, crimson-gold patterns spread wildly like a spider web, drilling into the interior of the golden liquid!
It was as if it had come back to life.
It opened countless greedy maws, biting tightly at the wind and thunder patterns—
then……
One bite, one bite...
It frantically tore and devoured!
One inch.
Two inches.
Three inches...
Until the wind and thunder patterns were dragged and torn apart bit by bit.
then……
One bite, one bite...
It frantically tore and devoured!
One inch.
Two inches.
Three inches...
Until the wind and thunder patterns were dragged and torn apart bit by bit.
In an instant, the golden liquid transformed into a deep, intense, and seemingly all-consuming crimson gold!
"Hiss hiss hiss—!"
The temperature inside the weapon-refining tent soared instantly!
Mo Lihai involuntarily took a half step back.
He could feel it clearly—
The original imprint of the laws left by Yun Zhongzi, a powerful Golden Immortal, has completely dissipated.
Or rather...
They were devoured, crushed, and assimilated by the essence and blood of celestial beings!
I don't know how much time passed.
Mo Lihai slowly turned his head and looked at Gu Xuan beside him.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.
At last……
He simply took a deep breath and turned back.
"The things left behind by Yun Zhongzi..."
"It was actually killed by a single drop of blood..."
"Give...."
"Swallowed it?!"
In an instant.
The tent was deathly silent.
Only the fire in the furnace was still burning with a hissing sound.
as well as......
Mo Lihai's breathing became somewhat heavy.
A moment later.
Gu Xuan asked calmly.
"How long will it take to refine it successfully?"
Mo Lihai stared at the crimson liquid in the furnace, rapidly deducing in his mind.
"The original imprint has been perfectly integrated; the next step is shaping and texturing."
"It will take at least three days."
Gu Xuan nodded slightly and said nothing more.
aside.
Mo Liqing remained silent throughout.
He glanced at the furnace first, then at Gu Xuan.
Then...
He turned and strode out of the weapon-refining tent.
......
Outside the tent, Mo Liqing glanced at Xiqi City in the distance.
"Pass down the order!"
"A sign of truce is hung above the gate!"
"Within three days, close camp for rest and recuperation. Those who disobey will be punished—"
"cut!"
The surrounding Shang soldiers were all taken aback.
But military orders are absolute, and everyone responded without hesitation.
"yes!!"
……
Three days later.
The gates of Xiqi City were opened wide once again.
There was no army in formation, no war drums beating.
Dressed in a silver robe, Yang Jian, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword, stood alone before the two armies.
He slowly raised his head and looked towards the Shang army camp.
A sign of truce remained hanging high.
but--
This time, Yang Jian still didn't look at the truce sign.
He simply challenged in a calm but hoarse voice.
"Where are the vanguard of the Shang army?!"
"come out......"
"World War I!"
The moment the words fell—
Inside the weapon-refining tent of the Shang army camp.
A long spear, entirely black as ink but with streaks of crimson-gold dragon patterns wrapped around its shaft, slowly took shape in mid-air.
Mo Lihai's face was deathly pale, and his magical power was almost completely depleted.
He stared at the last inch of the gun tip, the not-yet-closed groove, and roared.
"Brother Gu Xuan, it's time for you to infuse your spear with your intent and sharpen its edge!"
Gu Xuan, who had been sitting motionless for three whole days, slowly opened his eyes.
Deep within his eyes, an extreme sharpness suddenly erupted.
fingertip......
The lapis lazuli spear suddenly shone brightly!