The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Splitting the Weird Plateau with an Axe

Chapter 42 Refining weapon, axe!

According to records, there are nine levels of flames in this fire area, and the fourth level is already very dangerous.

And just in front of him, the flickering golden flames actually made Li Qingxu feel a slight tingling sensation.

However, he did not set out immediately, but stood in the Nether Fire, quietly waiting for the Nether Fire to consume him.

Unfortunately, his body was already extremely strong, and even the fourth level of Hellfire could not harm his skin.

As he entered the fifth layer of golden flames, his body felt like it was placed in a steamer.

After several hours, Li Qingxu's red skin gradually became crystal clear.

It is like a glazed precious lamp, flawless and spotless, far surpassing the strength of spiritual treasures.

Then, the entire five layers of golden flames transformed into a giant golden dragon and poured into the body of the shadow of Zhurong, the ancestor witch.

In an instant, the two phantoms of fire dragons under his feet appeared golden.

That was tangible golden light!

The sixth fire realm is named Purple Air Coming from the East, where many great figures refine their weapons.

The flames here don't look like raging fire, but more like purple mist flowing, making it hazy.

The purple air seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and its temperature was shockingly high.

At this moment, Li Qingxu felt as if his whole body was about to be roasted and cracked, which made him shocked. This was just a trace of purple air!

At the same time, the true body of Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, stored in the secret storage of the spleen, also exudes a trace of the mother energy of all things.

In an instant, his body became active, as if it was about to merge with the purple energy.

But even so, he almost couldn't bear it.

It was impossible to imagine how high the temperature of the purple air was. Even at a distance, it was enough to make his skin crack.

In the sixth layer of the Fire Realm, the purple mist was hazy and looked extremely precious. This color was originally an auspicious sign, but in the Fire Realm it represented terror.

It was impossible to estimate how hot the fire could be, and it burned some important figures to ashes. It was extremely dangerous.

And ahead, there was a five-colored mist, which was even more terrifying than the purple mist.

That is the center of the fire zone!

Li Qingxu's body, which was more powerful than the magic weapon, was now blood red.

Faintly, one could see wisps of black and yellow energy merging with the purple energy, and then merging into his flesh, blood, and bones.

He is using his own body as a tool, supplemented by the two energies of Xuan and Huang, and boiling it with purple fire!
An aura far surpassing that of the previous physical body was gradually spreading out.

At the same time, a round ball that seemed to be condensed from the mother energy of all things appeared on the side.

That is the vessel in his sea of suffering!

Previously, the true body of Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, had combined the axe with the root of the mother energy of all things.

The mother energy group close to the purple flame suddenly became active, its color turned a little purple and warm.

However, this is far from enough. If you want to refine the cauldron, you must make sure the fire is strong and burning fiercely.

Li Qingxu's consciousness moved slightly, and the fire law of Zhurong, the ancestor witch, spread.

It instantly attracted the entire layer of purple air and enveloped the mother air mass.

The fire energy contained in that ball of fire was beyond his expectation, it was like a burning purple sun.

It was so unbearable that Li Qingxu had to cover himself with Zhu Rong's law of fire.

Otherwise, with his current physical strength, he would not be able to withstand the burning of such horrible fire energy.

"This is the moment!"

Li Qingxu began to refine the weapon.

There was a sense of tranquility in his heart, and an axe emerged in his sea of consciousness, simple and natural, as if it was born at the beginning of the world.

Everything will be tempered in this way until it takes shape, without any mistakes or flaws.

The mother energy of all things surged and was surrounded by the purple fire sun.

He tempered it with his heart and forged it with his spirit, and his mind was highly concentrated, like a fully drawn bow.

At the same time, the ancestor witch Zhu Jiuyin in the body also emitted the power of time that permeated the surroundings.

After more than ten days, a clanging sound was actually heard, as if someone was really hammering iron, and it could be heard from far away.

In the past, when he used divine patterns to refine weapons, it only took him more than half a month to gradually form an axe shape.

But now, even with the terrifying fire energy, it is difficult to take shape.

It was like polishing the hardest holy iron in the world. The purple energy had been refined for more than ten days, but there was no change. Moreover, this was under the blessing of the power of time!
Come to think of it, when the weapon was being refined, a wisp of essence from the Twelve Ancestral Witches flowed into the weapon.

Now, nearly three years have passed, and the essence of the ancestor witch flows into the axe every day. In addition, in the past few days, three roots of the mother energy of all things have been merged into it.

Li Qingxu was not in a hurry either, as this was how it should be.

In the past, it was not considered an axe-refining tool, but only a gathering of divine patterns and the use of divine power source to press it.

That kind of formation is like building a tall building on the beach, which is doomed to collapse.

Right now, it is forged with top-grade fire source. This is the real weapon refining. After it is formed, it will be indestructible!
The purple fire burned, the flames soared, and the clanging sound filled the air.

Li Qingxu tempered himself with his heart and forged himself with his spirit.

One day, two days...

It seemed like he was hammering iron every day, and the dazzling purple sun became dim.

It wasn't until three months later that the clanging sound finally stopped.

At this moment, an axe appeared in front of him.

The axe body is as majestic as a rock, with a purple glow all over it, and the blade is as sharp as the sun and the moon.

There is an extremely vague figure on one side of the axe, while on the other side, there are circling dragons and phoenixes, as if engraved with the pattern of the beginning of heaven and earth.

A wisp of chaotic energy surrounds, evolving the Tao and the principles, combining to create physical form, accommodating all things, and giving one a faint feeling of the beginning of heaven and earth, and that the Tao follows nature.

It seems not to be an artifact, but a piece of land, a universe, a world where Taoism follows nature.

The axe was refined with purple energy and finally took shape!

However, Li Qingxu was not satisfied. He felt that this was just a rough draft and he wanted to temper it with a stronger fire source.

The mother energy of all things is extremely rare and can be called a treasure. It is a sacred object for refining weapons and is very rare.

Not to mention the source of the mother energy of all things, which only exists in legends and cannot be seen, but has now been cast into an axe.

Li Qingxu looked at the axe floating in the air in front of him and liked it more and more.

Then he stretched out his right hand and gripped the axe handle tightly. Suddenly, his hand felt light, as if there was nothing in it.

"what?"

Li Qingxu let out a light exclamation, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face.

The two Qis of Xuan and Huang are as heavy as mountains, not to mention the objects made from the root of the mother Qi of all things.

But when he held it in his hand, he couldn't feel any weight!

Then he shook the axe in his hand, and suddenly, the void shook, and wave-like folds appeared!
All kinds of huge rocks around were turned into powder silently, and the stone forest in front of us completely disappeared.

"The root of the mother energy of all things is hammered into an axe. It is indeed terrifying!"

Li Qingxu put away the axe with satisfaction. He already knew what was going on.

The axe contained the aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and when he held it, it seemed as if it was one with his body!
If there was no aura of the Ancestral Witch, with his current physical body, he would not be able to shake it at all!

This axe has already begun to show signs of being a great weapon. If it is intertwined with Taoism and Principle, it can be transformed into an ultimate weapon!
As the shadow of Zhurong, the ancestor of witches, devoured the remaining purple fire, the surroundings suddenly became empty, without any heat at all.

And in that phantom, a sense of substance gradually emerged.

After wandering around in the sixth level of the fire zone for half an hour, Li Qingxu took a general look around and did not see anything special.

He even used Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches, to absorb the essence of the earth underground, but the improvement it brought was minimal.

It seemed that all the energy was absorbed by the purple fire within it.

Here, apart from some human-shaped ashes, there are only some discarded materials from refining equipment.

Unfortunately, these materials are scrapped and have no use value.

It goes without saying that those who can leave traces here are all big shots.

Only when the quality of the fire source is higher, the refined weapon will be more powerful.

It is said that in the past, some great figures would spend half their lives collecting the essence of fire to refine ultimate weapons.

There are nine kinds of flames here, which are layered one after another. The further you go in, the more terrifying the fire becomes.

Now, it is only the sixth floor, and many big shots will choose to refine weapons here.

What kind of scenes are there on the seventh and eighth floors is really a matter of imagination.

As for the ninth floor, that’s where the fairy fire exists!
Li Qingxu walked towards the seventh level of fire with his naked body, and his entire body was completely hairless.

He had just vaguely seen that there was a five-colored mist in the seventh layer, which emitted a terrifying fluctuation that made him feel a little uneasy.

(End of this chapter)