Chapter 326 Remember My Name

The spirit of all beings, as the name suggests, is to make people... come to worship the bow.

The most spiritual thing in the world is living beings. This is an evil path. Lao Tie only mentioned it to him, but did not try it.

Fu Ling took a deep breath, and then transformed into a colorful big hammer with the seven emotions and six desires, and smashed it hard at the bow and arrow that had been formed in the furnace.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound shook all around, like thunder, and in an instant, the inn was shattered!

The sound wave didn't stop after destroying the inn, and moved towards the surroundings, destroying the buildings around the inn in an instant, turning them into pieces.

Fortunately, today's human race has all moved underground, and only a few are still on the ground, such as Baili Songyun.

Over the years, Baili Songyun has also successfully broken through to the realm of enlightenment, able to resist the scorching sun and walk on the ground.

He frowned, and couldn't help looking in the direction of the inn.

The inn is gone, and in the center, there is only a huge smelting furnace left.

Among them, the fire was burning fiercely, and in the flames, the bow and arrow turned from black to red, and the colorful big hammer held by Fu Ling made clanking sounds from time to time.

Every time the hammer falls, it solidifies the bow and arrow itself, making the will to shoot the sun contained in it more pure and condensed.

"Shoot the bow! Shoot the arrow!"

Baili Songyun witnessed the bow and arrow gradually turning red, and this idea came to his mind immediately.

Needless to say, its identity can be recognized with just one glance.

"Human race, there is salvation, Honghuang, there is salvation!"

Baili Chanyun was a little absent-minded, murmured, shot the bow and arrow at the sun, and finally started to build it.

Although most of the surrounding buildings will be destroyed every time it is built, these are nothing compared to the birth of the Sun Shooting Bow and Arrow.

It is worthwhile to destroy 10,000 Baili cities in exchange for the death of the seven suns in the sky!

"Bang!"

The loud noise emanating from the Baili City of the human race triggered investigations from various races.

After the human race selflessly contributed to the creation technology of the underground space, a large number of prehistoric races escaped into the ground. Now on the prehistoric ground, there is not a single living creature left except for the Taoist realm or half-step gods.

Baili Songyun was very cautious about the investigation of various ethnic groups, and always accompanied Fu Ling not far away to protect the dharma.

Although all living beings in the prehistoric era are eager to create artifacts, some anti-social elements are not ruled out, for fear that the prehistoric era will not be destroyed.

For this reason, the Earth Mother Heavenly Palace, Qingniu Sect, Extreme Speed ​​Sect, Qingxuan Sect and other sects all sent half-step deity realm envoys to protect Fu Ling in person!

More than a dozen half-step gods sat cross-legged around Baili City, watching all directions.

The bow and arrow made by Fu Ling is Hong Huang's last hope, and no one can stop it!

For a moment, the Eastern Territory, Human Race, and Baili City completely attracted Hong Huang's attention.

Everyone was looking forward to the creation of the artifact. Every strike of the colorful hammer shocked the soul, but gave them new hope.

Prehistoric, cannot be destroyed!

In the ruins of the inn, Fu Ling remembered the teachings of the old iron, and devoted himself to the bow and arrow, oblivious to the changes in the outside world.

Now his mind is full of wielding the hammer, beating the bow and arrow to make it more solid, and at the same time pouring his hard work, will, and spirituality into it.

Every time he strikes, a little bit of his own essence and blood will be lost, and it will be injected into the bow and arrow with the hammer.

One time, two times, three times...

One year, two years, three years...

This time, it took a full twenty years of beating!

The envoys of the surrounding sects have also guarded here for twenty years!

In the past twenty years, Fu Ling couldn't remember how many times he beat him, but everyone discovered that in the eighth year of Fu Ling's hair, a white hair appeared.

After that, every time he tapped, one more white hair would grow.

By the tenth year, his temples were already grizzled and his hair was as white as snow.

The guardians finally woke up from the excitement and anticipation. The birth of the artifact was far from as simple as they thought.

Human race Fu Ling...is using a life refiner!

Every beating is the infusion of painstaking efforts, but the bow and arrow are still the same as they were twenty years ago, and they have not been repeated at all.

But Fu Ling never stopped, and he kept wielding a big hammer, pouring his heart and soul into it like a machine.

Time flies, and another thirty years have passed.

The sky trembled, and the years were silent, only the bang sounded from time to time, which made the hearts of the Dharma protectors present have lingering fears.

Because they discovered that, at some point, there was a slight groan in the clanging sound.

In the past, the bang sound was just a simple collision, but now, every time there is a bang, there will be a soft groan from the bow and arrow.

"Finally a trace of spirituality appeared..."

Above the nine heavens, Yang Shou looked at the tireless Fu Ling, and was quite moved.

He could tell at a glance that in order to let the bow and arrow give birth to spirituality, his current life span was less than two hundred years!

The realm of enlightenment has been enjoyed for three thousand years, and he has poured his whole body's essence, blood and spirituality into it in fifty years.

Essence and blood cannot be equated with lifespan, and it can be insufficient, but spirituality is indispensable and cannot be supplemented.

If you don't have enough spirituality, you will be exhausted physically and mentally when you do anything, you will have no inspiration, and you will not even be able to practice.

Fu Ling is about to run out of fuel, and this trace of spirituality is still very fragile...

Far from reaching maturity.

In order for this artifact to have a sufficient upper limit, Fu Ling used the will of all beings to condense his body for it at the beginning, and now he uses his life's essence, blood and spirituality to arouse the true spirit for it, but...

If you don't have enough bow and arrow spirits, you can't proceed to the next steps.

"Bang!"

With the last sound, Fu Ling put down the colorful big hammer and looked at the half-step gods around him.

"Human Fu Ling, I implore you all to give spirits to the artifact!"

He bowed very sincerely and looked at every half-step god.

All the half-step gods present stood up one after another, looked at Fu Ling, and approached him in unison.

Today's Fu Ling has gray hair and a sluggish breath, but everyone feels a powerful force in him that is ready to go.

"What is endowment?"

Shangguan Nihong from Earth Mother Tiangong walked in the front and asked with pursed lips.

In fact, she knew this question without asking. In fact, she had expected this scene when she saw Fu Ling's gray hair and bow and arrow still not making much progress.

Pointing to the flame in the furnace behind him, Fu Ling replied softly: "You are not craftsmen, the only way is to jump into the furnace and contribute the true spirit."

That is, let them die!

Shangguan Nihong smiled miserably, and the other half-step gods did the same. They looked at the flames in the furnace, and did not attack Fu Ling, but pointed to the bow and arrow and asked: "If we contribute the true spirit, can it be completed?" ?”

Fu Ling took a deep breath, bowed his hands solemnly, and made a 90-degree bow to everyone: "Before I die, the artifact will be completed!"

His words were firm and revealed a crucial message.

If the artifact is to be completed, he must die!

Everyone fell silent.

It is not easy for them to obtain the half-step god's cultivation level so far, but today...

It's not that he was killed by others, it's not that his skills are inferior to others, but...

The birth of artifacts requires them to dedicate their true spirits!

The true spirit of ordinary Dao enlightenment enters it, and there is no ripple at all!

No one wanted to die, but no one did anything to Fu Ling, because he had gray hair and lost all his essence and blood because of the artifact.

He can't die, because the artifacts behind need to be completed by him.

Therefore, it can only be them who die.

"I believe you."

Shangguan Nihong stepped forward again, and three words broke the silence of the half-step gods.

"Everyone, since the fourth catastrophe, my Earth Mother Heavenly Palace has suffered heavy casualties, not one out of ten. Over the years, I have personally seen my clan members die before my eyes, and the entire clan was wiped out. So far, there are only a few dozen people left! "

"Eight days across the sky, the prehistoric ruins are imminent. The scorching sun hanging high in the sky is like a hanging sword. Sooner or later, it will fall. How can you be sure that after you become a half-step god, you will be able to sit back and relax? You can guarantee that now The underground space will not be soaked by high temperature in the future, and by then, there will be no living creatures in the whole prehistoric world!"

Her questioning made all the half-step gods bow their heads. Since the catastrophe, why haven't they been like this.

In the scorching sun, there are always people they can't protect.

"I, Shangguan Nihong, a disciple of Tianzun, take a step ahead here, and hope that you...follow me and leave a glimmer of life for Honghuang!"

These are words of persuasion. In normal times, both Fu Ling and Shangguan Nihong would have been attacked by crowds, but at this moment, the half-step gods raised their heads one after another, looking at Shangguan Nihong who turned and walked towards the fire.

She is setting an example, leading the way to death.

No one is willing to die, and she is also unwilling, but for the sake of the prehistoric and the survival of the rest of her clan, she resolutely chose to die.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tianzun's disciple, Shangguan Nihong, jumped into the fire, burned in the flames, the Taoist rhyme dissipated, collapsed suddenly, his body turned into nothingness, and a little true spirit merged into the bow and arrow.

Immediately afterwards, a second half-step god made a decision, bowed to Fu Ling, and said in a deep voice: "My name is Xuan Yuan, remember my name!"

Then without looking back, he jumped into the fire and turned into the second true spirit.

Seeing the second person also jumped into the fire, Fu Ling was shocked. For some reason, at this moment, the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

The last time he cried was more than a hundred years ago, when Ling Susu died in the arena, he shed a tear.

This time, he originally planned to forcibly keep this group of half-step gods behind and prepared for the first battle, but he didn't expect...

There are really living beings in the world who are willing to die for a single hope!

If he didn't comprehend the seven emotions and six desires, he might never understand them.

Just like back then, I witnessed with my own eyes the ten sages of the Protoss who created great exercises for the rise of the race, dedicated their lives, and polished the classics even when they died.

At the beginning, it didn't understand at all.

At this moment, although he didn't remember the memory of Funao, he vaguely understood what made these half-step gods do this.

Among the seven emotions and six desires, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, shock, fear, and thought are the seven emotions, but this one does not belong to any of the seven emotions, or in other words, it is above the seven emotions.

It's called faith, it's called hope.

Immediately afterwards, a series of eighteen half-step gods jumped into the fire without looking back.

Those who said their names, and those who didn't, all made the same decision.

The true spirits of the eighteen half-step gods penetrated into the bow and arrow, and their names appeared one by one on the bow.

Shangguan Nihong is first, Xuanyuan is second, in order...

As Xuanyuan said, the body of the divine weapon has its name engraved on it.