Geng Character Room, located in the southwest corner of Heavenly Prison, is the deepest and strongest level in the entire underground complex. There are no fences, no guards patrolling here, and there is not even a door.
There is only a huge Dragon-Breaking Stone at the entrance, which is covered with various talismans. Each talisman is made by Great Gan Imperial Advisor. The bright red Cinnabar looks particularly dazzling in the dim light.
Before he even got close, a wave of Clash of Swords and Horses Killing Aura hit his face. The smell was mixed with the strong smell of blood and metal rust, as if behind the Dragon-Breaking Stone was not a prison cell, but an ancient battlefield that had been silent for thousands of years.
Fang Mo stood in front of Dragon-Breaking Stone, and the Blood Soul Blade in its hand trembled uneasily. It was longing for and fearful at the same time.
"Master, this Geng Character Room is also called 'Weapon Forging Tomb'." Old Yan stood three feet away from Fang Mo, refusing to take another step forward. "What is locked inside is neither a gangster nor a Demon ghost, but a group of crazy swordsmiths, and those... weapons that have become spirits."
"When Great Gan was founded, he collected magic weapons from all over the world and wanted to forge a holy weapon that could suppress National Fortune. As a result, the holy weapon failed. Instead, the Sha Qi in those weapons went out of control, destroying the souls of those craftsmen. Swallowed it." Old Yan swallowed, "I heard that there are even broken swords left over from the Gods and Devils war inside. If a stranger goes in, he will be chopped into pulp by the Blade Qi in the room within three seconds."
"Weapons become refined?"
Fang Mo's eyes flashed. He thought of the Dragon Slaying Sword that he stepped on. Although the Demon Dragon Heart in the sword exploded, the sword body was made of real ancient Meteorite Iron, and it had been raised in the emperor Palace for hundreds of years. If it could be recast...
He took out the broken Dragon Slaying Sword tip from his pocket, and then looked at the Blood Soul Blade in his hand that had some curling blades.
"Just in time, it's time for my sword to be upgraded."
Without any hesitation, Fang Mo raised his foot and kicked Dragon-Breaking Stone.
Boom!
The talisman burned, and Dragon-Breaking Stone made a dull loud noise and slowly rose upwards.
A white wave visible to the naked eye spurted out from the crack in the door. It was not mist, but countless Sword Qi as fine as dust.
Zira--
Fang Mo's clothes were instantly torn with dozens of cuts, and white marks appeared on his skin. If he hadn't had [Immovable Wisdom King Body] and [Golden Bones] to protect him, he would have been executed by Ling Chi.
"What a murderous aura." Fang Mo was not surprised but delighted. The Lung Palace in his body roared, and the Divine Ability of [Ten Thousand Terrors Geng Gold Slash] moved on its own, greedily absorbing this Sharp Gold Qi.
After crossing the threshold, the sight in front of him made the well-informed Fang Mo raise his eyebrows.
This is a huge underground furnace. West Zhou's rock wall is flowing with Crimson's magma, and in the center of the furnace, there are all kinds of weapons. Knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks... densely packed, tens of thousands.
Some of these weapons are rusty, while others are still gleaming with cold light. They seem to be alive, trembling slightly with the rhythm of breathing and making a scalp-numbing buzz.
In Weapon Jungle, there are dozens of translucent figures wandering around. They have disheveled hair and bare upper bodies, holding illusory hammers in their hands, beating the air tirelessly.
Every time it is struck, the surrounding weapons will make a crisp sound.
"There is a living person..."
A hollow voice sounded inside the furnace.
All the phantoms stopped their movements at the same time, and dozens of pairs of eyes without pupils looked at Fang Mo.
Zheng!
Weapon Jungle rioted. Countless weapons rose up from the ground on their own, suspended in mid-air, their sharp points pointed at Fang Mo.
"The living are not welcome here."
An old ghost with broken swords all over his body floated over. His body was almost completely assimilated into metal, and Iron Filings would drop with every step he took.
"I'm here to forge knives." Fang Mo threw the Blood Soul Blade and Dragon Slaying Sword fragments in his hands on the ground, making a crisp impact sound.
"Forging a knife?" The old ghost glanced at the things on the ground, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, "What a ferocious material. But... to make a knife here, you have to use your soul as charcoal and blood to temper it. Is your soul hard enough?"
"I don't know if my soul is hard or not." Fang Mo grinned, and Prison Suppressor Phantom behind him suddenly opened his mouth, "But I know that your soul must be very easy to burn."
"Arrogant!" the old ghost roared angrily, "Ten thousand soldiers are coming to the sect, kill!"
Boo hoo hoo--
Man Heavenly Soldiers devices fell like a heavy rain.
Fang Mo did not dodge or evade, and allowed those weapons to pierce his body. The sound of clanging was endless, and sparks flew to the west. The Lung Palace Divine Treasury in his body was operating to the extreme, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a human-shaped magnet.
The weapons piercing his body did not cause any harm, but seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, being firmly absorbed.
"Containment!"
Fang Mo shouted in a low voice.
Prison Suppressor Chains burst out of his body, not only entangling those old ghosts, but also piercing into the surrounding rock walls and weapons.
Here is Extreme Land of Metal, which is the best supplement for him.
He sat down cross-legged, ignoring the wails of ghosts around him, and pressed the fragment of Dragon Slaying Sword onto Blood Soul Blade.