The purpose of Wen Ren'e's trip was to refine a sword for Yin Hanjiang, preferably a fairy sword, or at worst a standard fairy sword.

After exchanging the token and the promise to help Baili Qingmiao in the future for the broken meteorite iron, he brought Yin Hanjiang to the Wanli Icefield again.

At this time, the Wanli Icefield should be renamed the Wanli Firefield. Eleven years ago, the vast white had turned into a sea of ​​fire. Even masters like Yin Hanjiang and Wen Ren'e did not dare to get too close to the ground, and could only observe the former Wanli Icefield from high in the sky.

"Back then, the immortal from Ziling Pavilion had been practicing under the ice layer with the help of the earth fire, but he had never been able to find the Snow Flame. Baili Qingmiao was frostbitten in the Wanli Icefield, and the Snow Flame immediately appeared. In order to find the real body of the immortal, I lifted the ice layer of the Wanli Icefield, and since then the earth fire has lost the ice layer to suppress it, changing the climate of the Wanli Icefield." Wen Ren'e said.

Even Yin Hanjiang, who paid no attention to anything except His Majesty, couldn't help but wonder: "Why would the fairyland change according to Baili Qingmiao's imagination? And the objects she imagined would actually become real."

Yin Hanjiang took out the Broken Mountain Meteorite. He couldn't believe that such a magical object was real.

"Will it suddenly turn into a ball of white mist and disappear?" Yin Hanjiang asked.

Wen Ren'e saw that his eyes were clear and full of curiosity, so he couldn't help but smile and said, "When the world was in chaos, everything was nothing but empty energy. An innate god awakened in the chaos, used his great magic power to create the world, merged with the world, and from then on there were all things in the world. This is the unity of all things, and everything in the world is derived from the original 'one'."

Yin Hanjiang cultivated to the realm of emptiness in a hundred years, and his comprehension was also very high. He thought for a while and said, "Your Excellency means that the fairyland is neither a cave nor a palace courtyard, but just a ball of chaotic energy, just like when the world was first created. What we see today is a microcosm of the time when the world first changed?"

"Maybe." Wen Ren'e was not sure whether his guess was correct, so he only gave Yin Hanjiang an ambiguous answer.

"Then how do you explain that it's dark when she opens her eyes and light when she's unconscious? How come she's like the ancient legend of the Candle Dragon, who sees day when his eyes are open and night when his eyes are closed? It's just the opposite." Yin Hanjiang touched the broken Yue meteorite, and still looked incredible.

He always remained calm in front of Qiu Congxue and Baili Qingmiao, and was still the emotionless Yin Protector. Only in front of Wen Ren'e did he finally learn to show a little curiosity.

"I have a little guess about this," Wen Ren'e explained without noticing the indulgent smile on his face, "The book mentions that Baili Qingmiao was an innate god in her previous life, in charge of disasters, diseases, and death. She doesn't see beautiful scenes in her eyes. Wherever she looks, there are creatures that bring disaster. If the fairyland is just a ball of chaotic energy, it will be attracted by Baili Qingmiao, and it will naturally faithfully reflect her fate."

It is dark and terrifying when awake, and it seems like a fairyland only in dreams.

This is also the case with "Sad Love". As one comment said, the author gave the heroine a powerful godhood, extraordinary qualifications and opportunities, beautiful appearance and good character. After creating an excellent heroine, the author gave it to He Wenchao to trample on. Baili

Qingmiao can probably only get what she desires in dreams.

"No matter what, the broken mountain meteorite is definitely real, and the seven-colored green lotus heart can definitely heal He Wenchao's injuries, but it is unknown whether Baili Qingmiao's treasure will have a chance to be used." Wen Ren'e said.

In fact, even if Qiu Congxue is a scattered immortal, she can return to Xuanyuan Sect and help her grab a few secrets of the mind. With Qiu Congxue's IQ, staying in Shangqing Sect will not have any impact on other sects, and it is even more impossible for her to become a nail in the magic way in the righteous way. What's more, Wen Ren'e has no ambition to unify the world of cultivation. It stands to reason that he should take Qiu Congxue back to Xuanyuan Sect.

The reason why she returned to Shangqing Sect was that Wen Ren'e was very curious about what kind of changes Qiu Congxue, a variable in the plot, would bring to the fate if she stayed with the heroine.

Wen Ren'e is very interested in what Qiu Congxue did. After all, no normal cultivator would say to He Wenchao, "Of course you have to save me if you have the elixir. Why should I save you, a waste?"

After Baili Qingmiao fainted, Qiu Congxue "concernedly" wanted to collect her soul, which means that she really cares about Baili Qingmiao as a disciple, and even wants to pass on all the ghost cultivation skills to her. With such a "caring" master following the heroine, how will the plot develop? Wen Ren'e really wants to know.

Putting the plot aside for the time being, the most important thing at the moment is to help Yin Hanjiang refine the sword.

After the cultivator has his own magic weapon, he can rely on the spirituality of the magic weapon to have a clearer understanding of the "Tao". Wen Ren'e hopes that after Yin Hanjiang conquers the new sword, he can let go of his obsession with him and really plan for his future. In this way, if one day Wen Ren'e really dies as the plot says, Yin Hanjiang can at least remain rational and don't have to be crazy like the plot.

The Red Dark Sword was spiritual. It sensed that Wen Ren'e wanted to refine it. As soon as it was unsheathed, it was about to escape, but was shrouded in blood.

"Your Majesty!" Yin Hanjiang had never expected that Wen Ren'e would cut off one of his arms. The blood mist that his arm turned into took away the Broken Mountain Meteorite in his hand and forcibly merged it with the Red Dark Sword.

"If you want to refine a magic weapon in the center of the earth's fire, someone must sacrifice his blood soul to the sword." Wen Ren'e said calmly, "Since ancient times, the masters of magic weapon refining have captured a master above the Nascent Soul stage as a container for refining weapons, and locked his soul in the magic weapon, so that

they can refine a peerless magic weapon." Of course, the righteous cultivators will not choose fellow cultivators to refine magic weapons. They will capture spiritual cultivators.

Spiritual cultivators are spiritual creatures of heaven and earth. Spirit beasts such as Qilin and Bifang are all spiritual cultivators. The righteous cultivators use the inner elixir of spiritual cultivators for refining weapons, and can also refine quasi-immortal weapons.

Of course, some dying cultivators will also be integrated into magic weapons in order to seek new opportunities.

Wen Ren'e would not use any of the above methods. Whether it was the Nascent Soul or the Inner Elixir, they were essentially spiritual energy, and after cultivation, they were extremely rich and pure true essence. He was different from other cultivators. He cultivated his body and soul as one, and there was no Nascent Soul. His body was a ball of pure blood true essence after cultivation. The arm of a Mahayana master was enough to match the entire true essence of a fusion master.

Yin Hanjiang wanted to stop Wen Ren'e from continuing to refine the sword, but he was tied up by a blood whip. His mana could completely break free, but the blood whip was transformed by Wen Ren'e's other arm, and forcibly breaking free would only cause more injuries to His Majesty.

Yin Hanjiang could only watch the blood light wrapped in the Chiming Sword and the Poyue Meteorite rush into the earth fire. At the same time, Wen Ren'e silently recited the heart formula, and the broken arm that had been separated began to absorb the power of the earth fire crazily.

"Boom", "Boom"! There was a roar in the magma of the Wanli Fire Plain, and countless hot lava boiled under the surge of the earth fire, splashing countless flames.

The world seemed to sense that a divine weapon with the power of stealing the sky was about to be born. Thunderclouds covered the sky and a catastrophe was about to appear.

A stream of lava with a terrifying temperature gushed out like a fountain, straight into the clouds, and collided with the first thunderbolt. It actually met the first thunderbolt with its gushing force.

In the lightning, a pure black sword gradually took shape. Wen Ren'e said to Yin Hanjiang, "Put away the sword!"

Yin Hanjiang endured the pain in his heart and rushed into the lightning. He couldn't let the efforts of the master go to waste.

Facing the second thunderbolt, Yin Hanjiang held the sword. A warm current flowed from the hilt into Yin Hanjiang's palm. He actually felt a sense of protection for himself from this sword.

The killing intention and the heart of protection blended together, without the slightest rejection, and they were incomparably integrated. This is Wen Ren'e's way!

If the artifact is to be completed, it must withstand nine thunderbolts, one stronger than the other. The first two lightning bolts were only silver-white, but the third one was actually glowing purple. If Yin Hanjiang wanted to subdue the immortal sword, he had to take advantage of the moment when Jian Cheng was weak in the face of the thunder and subdue the immortal sword while fighting against the thunder.

In the third silver-purple lightning, Yin Hanjiang could be seen sitting cross-legged in the air, with the long sword lying in front of him, making a long cry of unwillingness to be refined.

At this moment, Wen Ren'e had nothing to do. He was not far from the thundercloud, looking at Yin Hanjiang from afar.

If it were Yin Hanjiang, he would definitely be able to refine this sword. Wen Ren'e had such confidence.

In the lightning, a barrier gradually appeared outside Yin Hanjiang and the long sword, protecting the man and the sword, and they did not move at all even when the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh thunderbolts struck.

The nine thunderbolts, each of which was twice as powerful as the previous one, could still be tolerated in the first one, but by the eighth and ninth ones, they were already huge thunderbolts that were enough to destroy the Wanli Icefield.

When the eighth thunderbolt struck, a crack was finally split in the barrier outside Yin Hanjiang's body, and the Wanli Icefield was churning with fire. The temperature above the entire plain reached an extremely terrifying level. If ordinary iron was thrown into this sky, it would turn into molten iron and sink into the fire, and it would never be found again.

In order to destroy the newly formed immortal sword, thunderclouds within a radius of 100 miles gathered together. The thunderclouds had completely turned purple, and the ninth heavenly thunder was ready to go!

This time, Yin Hanjiang's barrier would never be able to survive the last heavenly thunder. If he had not subdued the immortal sword before then, both the man and the sword would be destroyed under the purple thunder.

Yin Hanjiang tried hard to communicate with the immortal sword in the barrier, hoping that it could become his sword. His soul released countless goodwill to the long sword, hoping that it could help him protect the Lord, but the immortal sword did not listen at all, and insisted on breaking out of the barrier and escaping from the control of heaven and earth.

Why did the immortal sword refuse to tame? This was the sword condensed from the blood soul of the Lord, and it inherited part of Wen Ren'e's killing way. Yin Hanjiang told the sword that he wanted to protect Wen Ren'e, so why didn't the sword obey?

Yin Hanjiang was puzzled, and at this moment the barrier could not even withstand the pressure of the ninth heavenly thunder, and it broke under the thundercloud. Yin Hanjiang and the sword that was eager to escape were completely exposed under the thundercloud.

He could no longer control the immortal sword. This pure black sword actually showed its intention to rush towards the thundercloud. It wanted to fight against the thunder!

Yin Hanjiang stretched out his hand and barely grasped the long sword. The sword intent surged into his soul. He heard the sword constantly saying: Fight, fight, fight!

The passionate fighting spirit made Yin Hanjiang return to the border town in a trance. He was eighteen years old that year. He watched from a distance that the Lord suppressed all his cultivation and led his soldiers to fight bloody battles like a mortal. Wen Ren'e never defended himself in every move. Even when his shoulder was pierced by a gun, his halberd did not stop because of the pain.

He stood in front of the Lord in a daze, wanting to be the Lord's sword and wanting to protect the Lord, but Wen Ren'e's weapon was a halberd. He said to himself: "I don't need your protection."

If I don't protect the Lord, does Yin Hanjiang's life still have meaning?

The lightning turned into a purple dragon, roaring and dragging the confused Yin Hanjiang into it. Wen Ren'e, who was watching from a distance, raised his hand slightly, and finally put it down.

If he helps Yin Hanjiang this time, he will never be able to get rid of his inner demons.

Wen Ren'e once said that he didn't care if Yin Hanjiang died for him, but he cared that Yin Hanjiang went crazy for him.

The Demon Lord was used to seeing life and death, and he didn't care whether it was his own death or the death of his subordinates. What he wanted was to die for a good cause, and to do his best without regrets. He hoped that Yin Hanjiang would understand

that Wen Ren'e didn't want a puppet who would respond to his orders, or a subordinate who would only be loyal. What he wanted was a vanguard who could follow him into the enemy's formation, a sharp knife that would pierce the enemy's heart. Yin Hanjiang, can you understand?

The purple thunder had completely enveloped Yin Hanjiang. Wen Ren'e watched his disappearing figure quietly. Could it end here?

Suddenly, there was a long and distant hum in the thunder light, and a sword light rushed into the sky against the thunder, and sank into the thundercloud with the momentum of breaking through the sky, like a black dragon tumbling in the purple thundercloud. Countless sword lights flashed, and the thundercloud burst apart!

Yin Hanjiang was in ragged clothes, holding a long sword with a pure black body, hilt, and tassel. The sword body sometimes sparkled with starlight and stood in the clouds, breaking the thunder with one sword!

Wen Ren'e heard him say in a deep voice: "Your name is Pojun, Pojun Sword."

The Pojun star in the starry sky was extremely dazzling, and the Pojun Sword was humming continuously. Wen Ren'e summoned the Seven Killing Halberds and found that the Seven Killing Halberds could not help but tremble.

He was happy. He was

happy that a magic weapon that fully understood it was born between heaven and earth, and he was happy that there was finally a weapon that could walk side by side with it and ascend to the sky.

There is no shortcut on the road of cultivation. Since he has made up his mind to take a path of breaking the sky, that is, to sacrifice himself to become a god. On this road, no one needs to be protected, only to fight, to fight the way of heaven with his own strength!

Yin Hanjiang slowly flew in front of Wen Ren'e, his eyes were deep and difficult to read. This time he did not kneel down, but looked directly at Wen Ren'e and said loudly: "Yin Hanjiang understands."

Not a subordinate, but Yin Hanjiang.

Wen Ren'e laughed heartily. The Seven Killings Halberd touched the Pojun Sword. The sound of the swords fighting continued. Wen Ren'e said with relief: "I am very happy that there is someone who can walk with me between heaven and earth."

Yin Hanjiang also smiled slightly. This time, he finally lived up to the teachings of the Lord. He subdued the Pojun Sword and his sword intention was also accomplished.

Wen Ren'e did not need Yin Hanjiang's protection. Wen Ren'e needed a companion who could stand back to back with him, holding a weapon, and kill anyone who stood in his way on the road against heaven!

Wen Ren'e let go of the Seven Killings Halberd and let it chase and play with the Pojun Sword. He raised his hand, faced Yin Hanjiang, and held his hand.

His palms clenched into fists, and the silent oath had already been established in the eyes of the two.

The two looked up at the sky at the same time. The Seven Killings and the Pojun complemented each other and shone with a stronger light than before.

But at the same time, the Tan Lang next door was also shining brightly, almost overwhelming the light of the Seven Killings and the Pojun.

"Hmm?" Wen Ren'e and Yin Hanjiang looked at each other. What did Shu Yanyan do to make her luck soar?

Speaking of which, after the war between good and evil, he hadn't returned to Xuanyuan Sect for a whole year, and he didn't know what the sect had become.