"So powerful, even space can be broken!"

Under the operation of the seven-turn heaven furnace, a large number of magical weapons and various ores hidden in Wanjian Villa were absorbed. Even so, it seemed that it was not satisfied.

A strange force emanated from the Tianfu, causing ripples in the space!

The suction force of the seven-turn heaven furnace seemed to be able to ignore the barriers of space and plunder the willful plunder. Even Chen Kang's ten thousand-year-old divine ice iron hidden in the space was not spared and was sucked out.

Its strength can be seen, which is definitely beyond imagination, but this behavior is too rogue.

Countless weapons were absorbed into them, and almost turned into the most primitive ore iron when they entered the furnace. As the seven-turn furnace was running, they were constantly combined and decomposed, and then combined and decomposed again.

Chen Kang's ten thousand-year-old divine ice iron quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye under the scorching flames, and gradually merged with these iron ores.

You know, he held the Yitian Sword in his hand and used his internal force to slash on the Ten Thousand Years of Divine Ice Iron, without even a scratch. Unexpectedly, when he entered the furnace, the iron could not hold on for a moment.

The flames in this furnace are simply terrifyingly powerful and seem to burn everything and melt everything!

The rich black mist rolled and rose in the furnace, as if it was about to break through the shackles, but was locked firmly by an invisible force.

The black fog continued to dissipate under the flames, melting little by little, and Chen Kang even heard endless roars and crying and wailing sounds in his ears.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the Qiyuan stopped operating, and countless residues and rich black gas were spit out and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"What's going on? Didn't it mean that the seven-turning Heavenly Furnace is running on its own and can it refine magical weapons?"

"Why are the magic weapons and the spit out a bunch of waste? The immortal weapons are so unique?"

The key is that this thing is still plundering and he didn't ask whether the owner agreed or not.

So many magical weapons and weapons, cherishing the ore, turned into a pile of slag. The only remaining family fortune in Wanjian Villa is probably completely lost!

I don't know how to explain it to someone later!

"Ding, the system prompts that the Qizhuan Tianfu tried to use resentment to fusion of the immortal spirit's energy to refine the weapon and attach the spirit, and the fusion conflict, and the refinement failed!"

"Didn't the weapon refining fail? Can this thing fail? Did I get a fake immortal weapon?"

"Can't it be the kind of thing that looks high-end but is actually not useful, right?"

"Buzz!" As if you could feel Chen Kang's complaints and complaints, the seven-turn heaven furnace made a buzzing sound, as if telling his dissatisfaction.

It is clearly a failure caused by a little mistake in business unskilledness, and it has nothing to do with ability!

The flames that had originally returned to the shape of a small flame in the furnace boiled and grew stronger in an instant, as if a fire dragon roared and the scorching sun was in the sky.

The remaining scraps in the furnace that had not been wasted yet turned into a pool of molten iron in an instant under the scorching fire.

Countless subtle impurities were removed, leaving only the most essential part behind.

Before, the Ten Thousand Years of Divine Ice Iron was originally the size of a football, but later melted into the furnace to the size of an egg, but now it completely melted under the flames.

Under the self-operation of the seven-turnaround furnace, these scraps quickly condensed into the shape of a sword and took shape in the blink of an eye.

A faint suction appeared, as if piercing Chen Kang's palm. A stream of blood came out of the palm of Chen Kang's palm and was sucked into the stove, just sprinkled on the sword.

But Chen Kang knew that such a person was not worthy of sympathy at all. He did not know how many people and families were destroyed by him, and his crimes were endless!

In fact, the moment the old man drew his sword, he was enslaved by the sword and turned into a sword slave.

It won't take long for his will to be destroyed, his thoughts will be melted, and he will completely become a walking corpse controlled by the sword.

But now it seems that the other party is willing to sink! Even if the sword is gone, he is unwilling to leave the powerful feeling of being controlled by the sword.

It’s like the hero tomb of the Gentle Village. Even though they know it’s a pit, there are countless people who are willing to jump in.

After experiencing the feeling of holding a magic sword in his hand, his power beyond imagination had completely subsided.

He didn't want to, and he didn't want to wake up. He just wanted to find the sword and regain the peak he had just belonged to him!

But what the old man didn’t know was that the sword was now only a pile of waste, and it was really impossible to find it again!

Holding the sword in his hand, Chen Kang quietly walked to the old man, and the sword in his hand penetrated his chest from behind without any effort.

The other party did not resist at all, and did not even turn around, but was still observing carefully, looking for something!

"My sword, where is my sword, return the sword to me!"

"Holding the magic sword, I am invincible, I want to step on them all!"

"Puff! My sword!"

The pain from the chest did not stop the old man from looking for it, but the strength on his body seemed to be passing quickly, and his eyes became more and more blurred.

"Bang!" He fell heavily to the ground, and a large mouthful of blood flowed out along the corners of his mouth.

The old man seemed to see the magic sword waving to him, as if he saw his invincible figure holding the sword crisscrossing around, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

After all, he is a master of the country. For the sake of his strength, he is willing to be a slave and has been so desolate! Poor! Sad!
Chapter completed!