Ling Tian lowered his head and looked fixedly, but there was already a bow and three arrow feathers in his hand. The bow was as tall as Ling Tian's chest, which was nearly one meter six, which was considered a big bow.

The bow is heavy and gives it a thick feel. The bow body is bronze yellow all over, and there is a pattern engraved on it, faintly rusty, red and green, not just patina or blood stains. The bowstring was full of blood, and I don't know what kind of brute beast's tendons it was, full of toughness, and a solemn aura rushed towards him, making Ling Tian feel a tremor, it was a kind of soul throbbing.

The overall style of this bow is simple, and at a glance, you can see that the years of zài are old, and the bow as a whole is very broken, giving people a feeling that it can be broken from time to time. However, Ling Tian didn't think so, would a bow that could generate autonomous spiritual consciousness be weak?

As soon as he saw this bow, Ling Tian liked it, he had a feeling of sympathy with this bow, this feeling made them very kind, and there was a sense that they were also a wanderer at the end of the world. And I don't know if it was because the bow had devoured Ling Tian's blood, Ling Tian had a feeling of being connected to it by blood.

And the three arrow feathers are also the overall bronze color, the arrow feathers are more than one meter long, which is much longer than the average arrow, and the arrow shaft also has the thickness of a thumb, and the three arrows are different except for the same color length, and the form is very strange.

"Little guy, what's your name?" Ling Tian asked.

"Hee-hee, I won't sue you. "That bow has a milky voice, but the naughty boy is full of personality.

"Well, little one, you're not good. Ling Tian was speechless for a while, secretly sighing that this bow was too individual.

"Hehe, you haven't asked yet, you will know everything if you ask. The bow was full of Ling Tian's reaction, like a child who could not bear to be lonely after being separated from people for eternity.

"Oh, too, I forgot. Ling Tian's eyes lit up and he slapped his head hard.

"Hee-hee, let's go up, it's not very convenient here. The bow kindly reminded.

Ling Tian thought about it, this is in the depths of the cold pool, waiting for the next questioner, it is estimated that it will consume a lot, the spiritual energy replenishment here is slow, it is a little inappropriate, he doesn't say much, as soon as his body moves, he goes upstream.

Soon, he came to the shore of Hantan, and Hua Min'er happened to be there. When she saw Ling Tian coming up, her pretty face turned red for no reason, and she just wanted to say something but was interrupted by Ling Tian:

"Min'er, wait a minute, you help me protect the Fa, I want to ask the device. ”

"Dharma Protector?" Hua Min'er muttered in her heart, and also noticed the bow and arrow in Ling Tian's hand, although her heart was full of curiosity, she still said, "Okay, Brother Ling Tian, you can rest assured that you can ask the device." ”

Seeing this, Ling Tian smiled slightly, and the spirit stone flew out, laying out several formations in a moment. Then he sat cross-legged, held his breath, and began to adjust his state. Just in the cold pool, he tried his best to dive and then bleed or something, but it was very expensive.

After about a quarter of an hour, Ling Tian finished adjusting. He opened his starry eyes, took a deep breath, and then glanced at Hua Min'er, who nodded solemnly.

Seeing this, Ling Tian relaxed, and then focused his attention on the bow.

"Little one, are you ready, I'm going to start. Ling Tian's spiritual sense said.

"Hee-hee, I've been ready for a long time, hurry up. "The little one seemed a little impatient.

Ling Tian stopped talking, holding the bow in both hands, and his aura surged away. And his spiritual consciousness condensed, and he also headed towards the bow. Suddenly, the surrounding air condensed, and soul fluctuations emanated.

The perennial fog near Hantan covers the entire valley floor of Qingquan Peak. The breeze is gentle, but it can't blow away the moisture. The mist just drifts with the wind, changing shapes, like clouds in the sky.

And at this moment, as Ling Tian's spiritual sense walked towards the bow, the misty mist in the air seemed to have condensed, gradually rotating, with Ling Tian as the center, gradually forming an atmospheric vortex. The mist trembled, and as the air fluctuated, it condensed a little droplet, and it fell and fell on the cold pool, ticking, ticking. It seems that this place is extremely peaceful, even a little quiet.

At this time, Ling Tian's heart was not calm at all.

As his spiritual consciousness entered the bow, his soul entered a virtual space, and his mind changed with the situation in the space:

In the desert sky, a figurative figure that couldn't see clearly stepped on, although it couldn't see the appearance of the figure clearly, but it gave people a strong soul coercion, only a phantom shadow could give Ling Tian this feeling, and that person's cultivation could be seen from this.

The phantom was refining a mass of golden metal. A cyan flame danced at the finger of the virtual figure, and although it was a virtual space, it gave people an incomparably hot feeling. The void trembled, and the Buddha was about to be burned up by the flames.

And the golden metal did not change much under such a high temperature fire. No, the surface of the metal has melted, and the whole has been slightly deformed. However, at this rate of melting, it is not known that it will take tens of millions of years to take shape.

Perhaps this was also discovered, the ethereal handprint shifted, the flames danced, and the metal melted a little faster, but only slightly.

Seeing this, the figure was not in a hurry, and continued to practice with the flames. I don't know how long it took, maybe a year, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years or even ten thousand years, and the metal finally came to fruition. During this time, many other metals were added to the phantom, and gradually, an object appeared.

It was a bow, but it was rough, apparently just a rough blank. But the phantom finally let out a long breath, and finally stopped, he looked at the bow in his hand, and nodded slightly, obviously very full.

Then, with a fussy twist of his handprint, he was imprinted on the bow. Gradually, some marks began to appear on the bow body, but they were very shallow, if there were any. However, the momentum of the bow gradually became stronger, exuding a thick aura of slaughter. The bow has also become more and more simple and thick.

I don't know how long it took, the marks on the bow were clearly visible, and the aura of slaughter became more and more intense. The bow is no longer a rough blank, but a natural existence. The phantom finally stopped printing, and his hand gently rubbed the bow, very kind, like caressing his own childlike gentleness.

Suddenly, he flicked his fingers, his fingers were as fast as lightning, and with Ling Tian's spiritual cultivation, he couldn't see the trajectory of the finger's movement clearly, which showed how fast it was. What's even more amazing is that when the finger flicked on the bow, I saw the bow roar softly, and a dragon roared out. A wave of fluctuations surged out of the void. The entire heaven and earth trembled, and several spatial cracks were actually torn apart, and a thick earth-shattering murderous aura permeated out, and the terrifying Ling Tian's soul couldn't help but tremble.

"Could it be that this is the formation process of this bow?I'm here to watch, but it's too ......" Ling Tian was dumbfounded, with just a flick, he could actually tear through the spatial crack, this was too terrifying.

Ling Tian exclaimed, but it was obvious that he was only an identity that was a bystander from the back, and the phantom could not see him.

The phantom saw the majesty emanating from the bow, but only nodded slightly, and was not very surprised, obviously not too full. Then he took the bow into his body.

From Ling Tian's perspective, he could actually see that this bow actually entered the Jin Dan in the phantom body, and the majestic Dan Qi in the Jin Dan began to surround it, and Ling Tian knew that it was moisturizing the Natal Pill Weapon.

The picture suddenly turned, and this time I didn't know where it was, the phantom man was pulling out a bloody beast tendon from the body of a brute beast. The beast was as big as a mountain, but it didn't move, and it thought it was dead. It is covered in black light, the scale armor on its body is extremely hard, and its flesh exudes a majestic and dangerous aura, and it can still exude such an incomparably fierce aura when it is dead, you can imagine how terrifying it was when it was alive, and I don't know what kind of powerful brute beast this is.

The phantom didn't pay any attention to the dead beast, but just looked at the beast's tendons. Then his handprint changed, and the tendons of the beast slowly deformed and became extremely lubricated, and the forks on the tendons gradually converged, and they all melted into the trunk of the tendons. The tendons are scarlet, but they are also elastic and tough.

I don't know how long it took, but the beast tendon was finally refined. The phantom nodded his head, and then sacrificed the bow. , The bow body was suspended in the void, and he didn't see how he moved, and the beast tendons that had been sacrificed began to merge with the bow body, and the beast tendons became the bowstrings of the bow. The bowstrings of the bow body all exude a fierce killing, and the qi is not in conflict, after the sacrifice of the phantom, there is a sense of harmony that the water and the ruin dissolve, and it is perfect, as if they were born to be together.

The phantom stroked the tight bowstring, the bowstring trembled, and I saw the aura of the ten directions converging towards the bow body like a tide, this bow is very special, like its own spiritual sense, it absorbs the sun and the moon on its own.

The phantom laughed and tugged at the bowstring. Suddenly, the bow body trembled slightly, emitting a thousand rays of light, making this void shake for a while, and a divine light appeared on the bowstring, turning into an arrow feather, about to shoot out. As soon as his fingers loosened, the aura arrow feathers roared out, shining the heavens and the earth, the sky was broken, and he couldn't recover for a long time, the power of an arrow was terrifying!

"Haha!"

A wild laugh came out, the voice was strong and rough, and it had the potential to swallow mountains and rivers and destroy the world.

"Destroy the heavens and the earth, haha, I give you a name, Broken Vault!"

With his words, two quaint seal characters appeared on the bow of the bow - broken vault. The whole bow fluttered slightly, looking excited, like a newborn baby facing a new world.

Subsequently, he took the bow and continued to cultivate it in the Jindan, and as time passed, the bow became more simple and heavy under the moisture of the Jindan, but it also became heavier and heavier.

Ling Tian, who was watching from the sidelines, sighed for a while, the power of one arrow, this is too appalling!

The picture turned again, and the phantom used some materials to refine nine arrow feathers, which should be the same material as the bow body, maybe it was the rest of the bow. The feathers of the arrows are golden, each one is as thick as a thumb, and one meter and six long, but each arrow is different.

The bow and the arrow may be of the same material, so one and the same, and they can't distinguish each other at all. Seeing this, the phantom was very full, and after smiling, he put them into the golden pill together and cultivated them together.

The picture turns again, the phantom is holding a bow and arrow, fighting in thousands of people, among these people are demon beasts, gods, demons, and many unknown monsters, but each of them can be seen from their appearance that they are powerful, and each of them exudes a strong aura of danger.

The illusory shadow is like a god or demon, every time the bow is bent, a person will turn into nothingness, every string moves, a demon will be destroyed, and every time an arrow is released, a demon will be killed......

One picture after another, the phantom holding the Broken Dome Bow, like a great emperor who reigns over the world, looks at the world, as if a human king was born, but I am the only one. Everywhere the dome bow goes, the head is awarded, and the slaughter of gods and demons is like killing the earth chicken.

Under the tens of millions of kills, the Broken Dome Bow became more and more murderous, and gradually the spiritual sense was enlightened, and he had the instrument spirit to form himself. The name of breaking the dome finally resounded through the heavens and the earth, shocking the gods and demons. Write their myths and legends.

Tens of millions of years of sacrifice, hundreds of billions of seals, nine arrows add tiger wings, tens of millions of kills, the vault-breaking bow is finally completed, and the killing machine is earth-shattering.

......

Perhaps the heavens and the earth were finally captured by the power of the phantom man and the broken dome, and under the thunder of thousands of gods, the phantom finally shot out of the nine arrows and died of exhaustion. When he died, his eyes were furious, and he was unyielding until death. Even if it is wiped out, he will stand and scold the sky, only the unwillingness of the sky is left, and the broken vault bow and nine arrows that have been preserved with all their might. Breaking the Dome whimpered and walked away, with the deep unwillingness of the phantom man and a faint expectation.

The nine arrows scattered into the sky, and the Broken Dome Bow was nowhere to be found.

Time flies, the world is reincarnated, the broken dome bow is lonely, the killing machine is introverted, and the sense of loneliness is increasing day by day.

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