As Huan Yin's voice reverberated, the terrifying cyclone began to subside rapidly, and along with it, there was also the heat and thunder outside the cyclone.

In less than ten breaths, the entire heaven and earth had completely returned to normal, and the incredible visions of heaven and earth before seemed to have never appeared at all, as if Huan was summoned to come and go.

As a result, the entire heaven and earth became extremely transparent, and the terrifying huge sword left in the cyclone immediately became extremely clear in everyone's eyes.

Everyone could see the impossibly large sword in the sky with great clarity, and its blade now shone like crystals. Within the crystal, there are especially rays of light swimming, like swimming thunder.

And the entire sword body, although it is the color of earthy yellow, has been polished by the cyclone to shine, and it is even sharper. At the same time, the shape of the sword body seems to be chaotic, as if it is formed randomly with the wind, but there is a sense of arrogance and domineering in the chaos. Seeing the blade of the sword is like seeing a huge tornado, as if it is always spinning.

However, the shape of the sword is not the most impressive part of it. The most shocking thing is that there is an amazing will on the sword, this will seems to be eternal, regardless of whether the person who forged the sword exists, the will remains in the sword, and has become the soul of the sword.

It is conceivable that in the future, whoever drives this sword to kill the enemy, the will in the sword will naturally be revealed. In this way, all those who are against the sword will also be overwhelmed by the will of the sword when facing the edge of the sword, and the defeat will only be faster and more miserable!

This is the intentional strength of the sword. In fact, this is like the difference between a living person and a walking corpse, a living person has a character, a personality, that is, it is more agile, and it is more difficult for the enemy.

All the people below who saw the sword quickly showed shocked expressions on their faces. Especially under the strong will of the sword, they all have an urge to worship.

And the most shocking of them is the bitter old man on the tall building in the distance. I only heard him mutter, "He...... He actually forged a 'living' sword! From then on, this sword will always carry his own will, and anyone who faces this sword will be as if he is facing both the sword and him. How is this possible, the sword is obviously a dead thing, how can there be a reason to be refined, this ...... Could it be that his sword-forging skills are higher than mine?"

In addition to the bitter old man, the beard in the crowd was also shocked. It's just that he always suppresses his expression and doesn't show it. However, there was already a storm in his heart: "I told him that he wanted to refine the sword into his own but made up words, how could he really do it? Can the sword of this world be forged like this? Moreover, why is the will in the sword so strong, I want to worship it." Who the hell is he to have such power?"

With a "boom", just when everyone below was extremely shocked, the huge sword above the sky finally fell on the central square of the Golden Palace Heaven under the drive of Huan Yin. The sword was so big that it directly occupied the entire square, and it was inserted deeper into the ground, standing there steadily.

The sword of the eight heavens in the east is completed!

Below, there was a hint of frenzy in everyone's eyes. Even those people of the Eight Heavens of the East who were not in the Golden Palace, because the sword was too huge, could still see the corner of the proud sword from afar, so the impulse in their hearts to worship the sword was no less than that of the people in the Golden Palace.

Therefore, the flow of people instantly began to surge towards the Golden Temple, and people scrambled one by one, as if they were afraid that if they were slow, they would lose some blessings.

The bitter old man's face on the tall building was already difficult to see the extreme, he looked at the beard again, and after a while, the shock in his eyes gradually subsided, and a gloomy atmosphere reached a tacit understanding for the two of them in mid-air.

High in the sky, Huan Yin has changed his makeup, and he looks a little fluttering. He slowly descended, eventually stepping on the hilt of the sword. At the same time that he had just stepped on it, the entire sword was already surrounded by the crowd, and there were many people in front of him, who were about to pay homage.

However, at the moment when Huan Yin hadn't carefully looked at the expressions of the people below, the expressions on the faces of all the onlookers changed instantly. Piety and fanaticism just disappeared in an instant, and everyone seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and their expressions immediately became indifferent, even Tong Dong and the others, who had already come to the neighborhood.

At this time, Huan Yin finally looked down at the crowd. He is still quite satisfied with his sword, so he is confident that he can make the people accept his sword, and he is also confident that this sword will be here forever.

However, when he saw the expressions on everyone's faces, the smile he had originally carried instantly froze. As soon as an extremely bad premonition appeared, Huan Yin heard the voice of a child below: "Mom, what is this, it's so ugly!"

The child's words are unscrupulous, but they are the most true and the least to doubt. This sentence was like a hammer hitting Huan Yin's heart, making Huan Yin's heart instantly painful, and at the same time, he also found that everywhere he looked, the expressions of those people he saw were probably not illusions.

Huan Yin didn't see a pious person, he didn't see a fanatical person, he didn't even see a person with a smile on his face. All he saw were disgruntled people and expressionless and indifferent people......

"What is this, why did you smash it on top of our Golden Palace?"

"The Golden Palace Heaven is the most sacred and inviolable place in the Eight Heavens of the East of China, what the hell is this, why can it be placed here?"

"Damn, who are you, are you a foreign enemy who wants to attack me in the East for eight days?"

Finally, a voice broke out in the crowd, with strong dissatisfaction and anger, which made Dehuan stumble in an instant, and at the same time, he immediately ignited those who had not yet spoken.

Words like this began to erupt in the crowd, getting stronger and stronger, and some people had already flown out, saying that they were looking for soldiers to take down Huan Yin, the "invader".

"Everyone, everyone, please listen to the old man!" Just when Huan Yin didn't know how to face all the people, and didn't know how to speak, an old man stood up and stood under the sword.

Huan Yin took a look and found that this person was the bitter old man who didn't know when he came.

Ku Lao was really respectable, and as soon as he appeared, the voices of the people around him finally became quieter. He turned to Huan Yin and bowed, and then said to everyone, "Ladies and gentlemen, what this lord has forged is a sword. He wants to give me this sword for the eight days of the East to protect me for the eight days of the East. Adults have good intentions, how can you not be considerate?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then a young man couldn't help but shout: "This is a sword? Ku Lao, you have always been highly respected, how can you say such irresponsible words? This thing is crooked, how ugly and ugly it is, and it deserves to be called a sword?"

In a word, once again ignited the whole crowd. So, immediately another strong man said: "If this is also a sword, then Lao Tzu will also cast a sword." There is so much mud on the ground, is it okay for Lao Tzu to pinch ten swords and play with them now?"

Ku Lao frowned, and said: "Everyone, this is a sword made of the great power of heaven and earth, and there is a strong will in the sword, can't you feel it?"

"Will, what will, bitter old man, why are you arguing for this person, I don't feel anything. This thing is not worthy of a sword at all!" As soon as Ku Lao's voice fell, a person immediately shouted.

"Wow", on the hilt of the sword, Huan Yin covered his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then, fell from a high altitude.