Accompany Me (Third Update!)

Chapter 1109: Accompany Me (Third Update!)

When the blind man and the mute saw this scene, they felt relieved, looked at each other, and nodded.

Just as they expected, Qin Mu mobilized his perception during the forging process. He not only learned the knowledge taught by the two people during the previous forging process, but also mastered it.

Not only that, Qin Mu entered a mysterious state, integrating his own perception, his understanding of Tao, his own spirit, and even his own Tao heart into the casting!

As he was forging, halos appeared around his body and phantoms of ancient gods emerged from various parts of his body. Halos of varying sizes surrounded the ancient gods, symbolizing the great road of the universe.

The loud and clear sound of Tao came, and his perception, his heart of Tao, his persistence, and his hard work were poured into the formed magic weapon as he hammered it again and again.

He transformed his Dao runes and his magical powers into microscopic form. As the sledgehammer fell, they were deeply imprinted into every microscopic particle of the magic weapon, imprinting it very seriously.

Whenever his vitality and spiritual consciousness were exhausted, he would take a sip of the Hongmeng Yuanye. When his magic weapon was too hot, he would use the Hongmeng Yuanye to soak and temper it, regardless of the cost.

After the dumb and the blind man had refined the butcher's magic sword, they were surprised to see Qin Mu still forging it without sleep.

However, the two of them did not think much about it. After all, Qin Mu had learned a lot of different things, and micro-casting would definitely be time-consuming and laborious.

The two old men rested for a while, then started the furnace again to help the lame man make boots and gloves.

Refining a treasure for the Cripple is more time-consuming than forging the butcher's magic sword. The Cripple's martial arts method is unique, requiring the treasure to be able to pass through various seals with him. It is a treasure that improves his stealing skills.

This is a great test for the dumb and the blind.

By the time the two of them had refined the cripple's treasure, more than twenty days had passed. They breathed a sigh of relief and looked back, only to see Qin Mu still refining his magic weapon.

However, it can be seen that the sword Qin Mu refined was also a very ordinary divine sword, and there was nothing extraordinary about it.

However, Qin Mu had already used the heavenly palaces in his spiritual fetus treasure to forcibly impose the brand!

"The power of Mu'er's magic weapon is probably terrifyingly great!" The two looked at each other and thought to themselves.

They could see that Qin Mu's magic weapon was only in the form of a sword, but in fact it carried Qin Mu's aspirations and aspirations. It was not just a sword, but could change its shape at will, so it was so complicated to create.

The strange phenomena around Qin Mu gathered, and as the last hammer fell, there was a ding sound, and the hammer hit the magic sword, and suddenly the magic sword shattered with a crash.

The dumb and the blind man were startled and rushed to his side, only to see that the magic sword that Qin Mu had worked so hard to forge these days was shattered on the ground!

The divine sword was broken into countless pieces. Because it was microscopically cast, the divine gold and divine materials turned into the tiniest particles, almost unnoticeable.

Qin Mu grabbed a handful of flying ashes and was lost in thought.

The blind man hurriedly opened his divine eyes to check the particles, frowned slightly, and whispered: "Mute, he intends to integrate the fifteen kinds of Emperor Throne skills into one and refine it into this sword. But this sword cannot withstand such a powerful force."

The mute carefully examined the particles on the ground, distinguishing the materials one by one, and said, "I can't do better than him in terms of material proportions, but... this sword has been forged!"

The blind man was slightly startled. The mute brushed away the dust and took out a hilt from underneath. There was a broken sword on the hilt, only six inches long. He smiled and said, "This is the sword!"

Qin Mu originally thought that he had made a mistake in refining the treasure, and felt depressed. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly looked over and saw that although only six inches of the sword was left, it was still sharp and its light was undiminished!

The mute flicked his sword and said with a smile, "Mu'er, you think too perfectly. You want to refine a perfect divine sword that matches your own path. But how can it be accomplished in one go? The way of man is to take from those who are insufficient and give to those who are in excess. You refined the treasure just now, but you refined it too much and involuntarily entered the way of man."

Qin Mu seemed to understand but not quite, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"You just cultivated too much, but your skills were not yet complete. You forced the sword to be forged, and the sword was damaged. It couldn't bear it, so it broke. As the saying goes, a dragon will regret its overconfidence, and fullness cannot last long."

The mute said, "But the way of heaven is to take away the excess and make up for the deficiency. The broken sword is still there, and you can use your own surplus to make up for the deficiency of the broken sword. This is your sword of the way, and there is no need to demand perfection. This sword of the way still needs your continuous understanding, and you need to perfect your own skills and your own great way before you can complete it. When you succeed, the sword will also be completed."

Qin Mu took the broken sword, his mind moved slightly, and a sword light shot out from the broken sword, as light as water, reflecting his face.

The mute said that he had practiced too much, and he was indeed right.

When he was refining this sword, what he was thinking in his mind was to refine a divine weapon that could carry his Fifteen Heavenly Palaces, imprint his own Dao runes into the sword, and also imprint his understanding of the Dao into it.

Among the fifteen heavenly palaces, there are still six that have not been completed. The deficiencies in his skills have caused his magic sword to have great deficiencies, but Qin Mu wanted perfection, so the magic sword was broken.

The mute smiled and said, "This sword will grow with you. Although it is a broken sword, its power will surpass many other magical weapons when it grows up!"

Qin Mu activated the Three Dan Techniques of Tyrant Body, and the broken sword suddenly disappeared, turning into countless tiny particles, like flowing water, forming a long sword. Then, he lightly wiped the sword, and the long sword turned into a dragon spear.

This broken sword changed according to his will, but each time it changed into a different weapon, he needed to mobilize his own runes to complete the missing parts of the magic weapon.

For each form, the missing parts are different, and the required Dao runes are also different.

Qin Mu put away the broken sword, still feeling a little disappointed. The deficiencies in his martial arts skills caused the sword to be incomplete, but he still wanted to forge a perfect magic weapon.

"Haste makes waste. Village chief like the dumb grandfather who cultivates a single heavenly palace can actually refine a magic weapon that suits him. I tried to cultivate a large heavenly palace, but I couldn't do it."

He calmed down, and heard the voice of Dutian Demon King from outside. Qin Mu walked out of the supervision factory. Dutian Demon King and Yu Zhaoqing came forward to greet him, followed by three sky dragons, who also bowed and said, "Fortunately, Dutian has fulfilled his mission. It took five years for Dutian to conquer the Tianyu world and come to report!"

Qin Mu laughed loudly, helped him up, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Dutian."

He called Long Qilin, took down the Hutian bottle, and said, "All your clansmen are in the bottle. Today I will give you the Hutian heaven. Please take a look, brother."

The Demon King Dutian suppressed his excitement, but saw Qin Mu take out the remaining Hongmeng Yuan Liquid, snap his fingers, and the Hutian Bottle flew up with a whistling sound, getting higher and higher, and soon arrived near the Yankang Yuanmu.

Suddenly, the magic bottle gradually grew larger and turned into a treasure bottle dozens of miles high. The mouth of the bottle slanted downward and hung next to Yuanmu. Starlight poured out from the mouth of the bottle like a tide, forming the entrance to Hutian.

"Brother Dutian, you are now the master of the heavens." Qin Mu said with a smile.

The Demon King Dutian looked up at the Hutian world and tears streamed down his face unconsciously. He felt that all the hard work over the past few years was worth it.