The red light rushed out hundreds of zhang against the street under Wuluo's window, and then suddenly rose, flying thousands of zhang into the air, like a red light shining all over the world, and then broke through the sky and flew to the west of the city, then sank down, and suddenly disappeared.

Wu Luo shook his head, if an ordinary monk saw such a thing, he would definitely not be able to help but go and check it out. There are also many people in the cultivation world who dream that one day they suddenly encounter a master in distress, and finally give the supreme exercise, dive cultivation for three hundred years, and after breaking the barrier, the world is invincible, and thousands of people admire it.

However, Wu Luo knew that it was absolutely impossible for a true master to rashly pass on his Dao lineage. Once the trust is not human, then there will be endless trouble.

Dying teachings and the like, skillful nonsense. And the real masters, how many of them will be killed to the point of being entrusted with death?

What's more, in this cultivation realm, what other inheritance can be compared to Wu Luo's "Food Talisman" method and "Nine Dragons Swallowing **"?

He closed the window, shut out the noisy fairy talk outside, went to bed, and began to meditate.

The next day, the core of public opinion in the entire Lin'an City was undoubtedly the red light yesterday evening. The shopkeeper probably saw Wu Luo's generous moves, and he kept selling well with Wu Luo in the morning, chattering with him about topics such as "Snake Dragon Mountain" and "Immortal Stone", and said that someone rushed to Snake Dragon Mountain overnight last night, ready to follow the immortals to cultivate, but I don't know what the situation is now.

Wu Luo was a little impatient, and after breakfast, he went out and walked around the various monuments inside and outside Lin'an City.

He went out of the city early in the morning, and naturally he didn't see that in the morning, many monks came in one after another from the four gates of Lin'an City, east, west, north and south.

On the surface, these people are no different from secular people, and they are integrated into Lin'an City, and they are immediately inaccessible.

In the evening, Wu Luo, who had a good time, came back and found a restaurant outside to have a big meal, and then returned to the inn.

After entering his room and closing the door, Wu Luo was still cultivating.

Along the way, he stopped and went, and at night he studied Chiyou Mowen and "Eight Desolations Forging", for Chiyou Mowen, because the foundation of his spiritual text was there, he quickly figured out a general idea, and he was studying in-depth recently, and he has been quite successful.

But "Forging of the Eight Desolations" is much more difficult.

This ancient method is very different from the current method of making instruments in the cultivation world, and it pays attention to the integration of the three talents of the "spirit, qi and spirit" into one hammer. This hammer is not bad at all, and he knows the spiritual sense contained in it, and he has to complete the attack or defensive formation in the weapon together.

This difficulty is quite high, with Wu Luo's current level, it is not difficult to combine the three talents of essence and spirit, but it will take some effort to control the strength of a hammer without any difference.

And it is even more difficult to fuse all the formations and everything in this hammer.

Fortunately, Wu Luo has a wide range of knowledge, and vaguely understands this technique, which is somewhat similar to the so-called "visualization", and in the power of that hammer, the formation is condensed.

He has studied for a long time along the way, and he feels that he has gained a little, and after practicing today, he feels that he should try it.

Open the "Land of Abundance" and drill in, the last time he planted the metal ore by the stream, it has grown, and now it can't be seen under the ground, but the part on the ground is already half higher than when he planted it before, and the words "growth is gratifying" are available.

Wu Luo checked it out, and naturally rejoiced in his heart. According to previous experience, the part under the ground grows faster, and the whole piece of ore is already twice the size of the previous one.

However, the more precious the ore, the slower it grows, for example, the purple gold jade essence, although it is really much larger than before, but it is much worse than the growth of other ores.

He just checked it and didn't harvest the ore. The ores planted by Wu Luo by the stream are very precious, and he is just practicing his hands this time, so there is no need to waste such precious ores.

It is a forest of puffy thorn trees, and the leaves are covered with a faint metallic luster. The Tree King originally had a divine branch that was about to mature, but the speed of maturity suddenly slowed down.

Most of the tungsten iron ore sprinkled in the woods has been absorbed by the Pengjing Sacred Wood, so the leaves of the bamboo forest will have a faint metallic luster.

And the tree king was even more obvious, several shining golden veins, looming under the bark, continuously transporting streams of spicy gold qi to the god branches that were about to mature.

The divine branch that was about to mature, and with this unexpected tonic, it was obvious that the level would be further raised.

Wu Luo was very satisfied with this result, and picked out a few less precious ores, and found a place to sit cross-legged.

Of these ores, three are cuprite and two are thermite, both of which are only one grade higher than wolframite, but they are far from those buried by Wuluo by the stream.

It's a waste, and he doesn't feel distressed.

Silently running the method of "Eight Desolations Forging", Wu Luo held his left hand in the air, and a stream of crimson flames rushed out, bursting out with a vast and tragic aura of the Flood Desolation powerhouse, but he didn't rush out far, he was restrained, and together with the flame, it condensed into a sledgehammer and fell into Wu Luo's hands.

Wu Luo put the five ores in front of him, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and suddenly raised his hand, even if there were others here, it was difficult to see Wu Luo's movements, only to hear the five golden sounds of "Dangdang" tightly, and the flame sledgehammer had already made five hammers, sticking the five ores together and smashing them into a ball.

Along the way, Wu Luo said that the usual food, clothing, housing and transportation were handled with his left hand, deliberately exercising the flexibility of his left hand, coupled with the use of Lingyuan to regulate the meridians of his left hand, the flexibility of his left hand has been greatly strengthened, compared to the right hand, it is not much worse.

This hammer seems to be five strokes, but in "Eight Desolations Forging", it can only be regarded as one hammer.

Even in the future, Wu Luo's cultivation will be more profound, and he will process tens of thousands of ores at a time, which can only be regarded as the "first hammer".

This is like a martial artist in the secular world, one move contains a number of "styles", and this first hammer, no matter how many blows there are, is a hammer.

The five ores were smashed down by this hammer and immediately merged into one.

Wu Luo held a sledgehammer in his hand, but he closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and once again condensed the spirit of his whole body in one place, and shouted, and suddenly it was another hammer.

The hammer fell, and the fire was everywhere, like a meteor hammering the ground, and the ground seemed to tremble with a bang.

With just one hammer, all the impurities in the ore are discharged, and the ore under the sledgehammer is extremely pure!

After Wu Luo took out the second hammer, he was already sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked. "Eight Desolations Forging" is the method of the ancient demons, and the consumption is huge, and only the strong and perverted body of the demon clan can withstand this kind of consumption. The blacksmith in Tianjie was also able to cultivate this set of methods because he had the bloodline of the Eight Desolation Demon Clan in his body.

Wu Luo closed his eyes for the third time, and this time it had been brewing for more than half an hour before he opened his eyes again, and the third hammer fell silently.

"When ......"

In an instant, countless phantoms flew in the sky, as if they were unwilling to fall into reincarnation. But they were all bound by an irresistible force, and they were pressed into the iron billet little by little.

Wu Luo's whole body was loosened, and the sledgehammer turned into a trace of flame and drilled back into his palm, he fell to the sky on his back, and the iron billet fell to the ground with a clatter, and Wu Zi flashed with a divine light.

Wu Luo felt that the strength of his whole body had been drained, and his energy was low, so he smiled bitterly and relaxed his mood and fell asleep.

Only three hammers were released, and the spirit yuan consumed the essence of light, and the energy was low.

Although it was the first time, Wu Luo was very dissatisfied with his results. But he didn't know that if this achievement was known by the blacksmith, he was afraid that he would be horrified, so why not close his big mouth.

Wu Luo only has one "Eight Desolations Forging" in his hands, and he doesn't know anything else, but the blacksmith has seen it from other ancient classics, even in the flood era when the strong are all over the ground, the blacksmith with the highest talent in the Eight Desolations Demon Clan, the first time he tried to forge, the best result was only two and a half hammers.

For the average Eight Desolation Demon Clan, if you can complete a hammer for the first time in forging, the results are considered excellent.

Wu Luo is only a human race, and his physical fitness is far inferior to that of the Eight Desolation Demon Clan, but the first forging made three hammers in a row, that is, he didn't know the market, and he thought that he had no "talent" in forging, and the first forging ended in "failure", which made him a little angry.

I slept until I woke up the next morning, hungry. Wu Luo asked for food and threw it into the storage space, and without waiting for the shopkeeper to make a noise, he hurried out and ate while walking.

Wu Luo found that traveling to famous mountains and rivers is very beneficial to the growth of energy.

In the past few days in Lin'an City, those who went to look for "Xianyuan" have come back one after another, these people are very familiar with the snake dragon mountain outside the city, but this time when they went in, it was like entering a labyrinth, turning around for a day or two, and they couldn't find the direction, and finally they didn't know how to come out.

Such a rumor is even more miraculous. The young men and splashes in Lin'an City, not only did they not give up, but they went to Snake Dragon Mountain one after another.

Wu Luo played for another day, and at his speed, the famous monuments around Lin'an City had already been turned around. Now that there is "trouble with the gods" here, he also feels troublesome, and in the evening, he is not ready to return to Lin'an City, and he wants to continue to hurry.

He left the deposit on the counter of the inn, paid for the room and meal, and had a lot of surplus, and he left with a clear conscience.

Looking for a place where no one was around, Wu Luo released a flying sampan, but unexpectedly, not far after he flew up, he saw a domineering red light rising into the air in front of him, and a cold voice said: "Fellow Daoists, please stay!"

A woman in a fire skirt manifested in the red light, quite a bit of posture, but there was indifference between her eyebrows. Although she said "please stay", she actually stopped in front of Wu Luo with a big grin, and she didn't plan to let him go at all.

This kind of behavior couldn't help but make Wu Luo a little displeased, he frowned slightly, and asked, "Do you have any advice?"

As soon as the woman raised her hand, a jade plaque rose in the air, and the front of the jade plaque was painted with a delicate landscape, with two big characters in the center: Kongtong.

(To be continued)