Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 217: Eighth-rank Divine Weapon, Ninth in the World

"Ginseng root, it's just a little more potent."

The corners of Zhan Yan's eyes twitched slightly, and he clasped his five fingers into the crack of the rock to steady his body.

As the phosphorescent light flickered on the stone wall, the veins on the side of his neck throbbed. "That wasn't just ordinary ginseng whiskers that you fed me, was it?"

It's not just strong, it's simply inhuman. In the past, people used ginseng to stay alive. If they ate it all in one breath, it was hard to say whether they could even catch their breath.

A sweet and fishy feeling welled up in Zhan Yan's throat, and he recalled how an old elder from Shenbing Ridge had used those old ginsengs to stay alive. After drinking a whole bunch of century-old ginsengs, it was considered a blessing if he could take three more breaths.

Ordinary ginseng simply cannot provide much nourishment to a warrior's physique.

At this moment, the fiery current surging through his flesh and blood seemed to be the true fire condensed from ten ginseng mountains, rapidly repairing his physical injuries. Even the shackles of martial arts that had not been moved for many years began to loosen slightly.

Xu Yunfan only took out a ginseng beard to save his life.

and……

Zhan Yan glanced at the black steel receiver behind Xu Yunfan's waist, his face a little stunned.

However, he did not ask too much. Everyone has his own destiny. He was naturally happy that his disciple had such an opportunity.

Without waiting for Xu Yunfan to say anything more, Zhan Yan said, "Let's go to the tunnel on the far left first... In there, you'll find the true heritage of Shenbing Ridge."

After just a few words, Zhan Yan was still able to stand firmly and move freely.

The two of them no longer hesitated. As they walked forward, Xu Yunfan told Zhan Yan the news that a master-level expert from the Marrow Cleansing Realm had just arrived.

Zhan Yan's expression tensed slightly, and he let out a breath after a while.

"There's no time to lose, we have to speed up."

Seeing this, Xu Yunfan no longer mentioned the matter.

If the person coming is an enemy, then Lu Cheng and his group will be in great danger.

The further they went in, the thicker the sulfur gas seeping from the cracks in the rocks became. Xu Yunfan crushed a few red crystals with the soles of his boots, and the debris actually burned marks on the bluestone.

When turning the seventh serpentine bend, the heat wave turned into a tangible object and hit the face, and fine frost patterns instantly condensed on the surface of the black iron casing.

"Be careful with the Earth Lung Metal Qi. If you don't reach the internal organs training stage, it will burn your internal organs if you inhale it."

Xu Yunfan's breathing stagnated when he heard this, and his pure Yang energy slowly flowed through his flesh and blood, allowing him to prolong his breathing as much as possible.

If one enters the realm of internal organ training, his internal organs will be strengthened and he can hold his breath for three days and nights without changing color.

He now has at most one hour.

Zhan Yan's tattered clothes were blown away by the hot breath.

He did not hesitate at all, his eyes were crystal clear with a hint of nostalgia.

"This place finally didn't collapse."

This place is almost two thousand feet from the ground. If it weren't for the map recorded on the silk scarf given by Lu Cheng, the underground caves are interconnected and winding, and it would be too difficult to find here in a short time.

Looking at the deep tunnel ahead, Zhan Yan stepped forward and shook off the dirt on the stone wall, revealing a Taotie relief.

He pressed his strong and powerful palm on the eyeballs of the Taotie relief on the rock wall.

The bronze beast's pupils suddenly sank three inches, and the muffled sound of gears meshing came from deep in the rock layer.

Xu Yunfan only felt that the stone steps under his feet suddenly collapsed, and the ground under his feet opened and closed, revealing a huge deep hole.

His whole body tensed up, and when he was about to unleash the chain hammer by holding the Thunderfire Kirin Hammer with his backhand, Zhan Yan said, "Just fall down. Below is the real Shenbing Ridge weapon casting ground." Xu Yunfan immediately relaxed his body slightly and stared at the thick fog below where the firelight shone through.

He fell into the swirling red fog along with Zhan Yan.

Countless black iron chains were faintly visible in the fog, and each iron ring was intertwined with each other like the tendons of a coiled dragon. From time to time, they swayed slowly, and when the scorching wind passed by, it made a sound like golden swords and iron horses.

He fell for nearly a thousand meters. In order to slow down his fall, Xu Yunfan stepped on the chain with his toes several times.

The sound of the shaking chains seemed to echo with the roar of a dragon, low, long and heart-pounding.

The moment his toes touched the ground, Xu Yunfan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The stalactites hanging upside down from the hundred-foot dome are all red gold, and the underground fire veins are like a dragon entwined in the center of the cave.

Seventy-two bronze furnace tripods are arranged around the area, and dark red magma can be vaguely seen flowing between the coiled dragon patterns on the tripod bodies.

The most horrifying thing was the nine meteorite chains hanging from the ceiling of the cave, each end of which was tied to half of a charred corpse, with forging hammers still inserted into the fingertips of those corpses.

"The blood sacrifice method is the easiest way to create a divine weapon, but it also makes the divine weapon's characteristics unstable."

Zhan Yan's voice came with a wave of heat, "The first generation of weaponsmiths in Divine Weapon Ridge voluntarily melted their flesh and blood into the Earth Fire Formation, and eventually forged a divine weapon armor."

The arrival of the two seemed to cause a slight ripple in the underground fire. In the underground fire lava that was drawn out from the depths not far away, the red iron chains emerged like dragons from the water, bringing up a thirty-foot-long wave of fire and splashing towards the dome.

When the red molten iron fell like a rainstorm, Zhan Yan's palms flew like a crane, and he used the method of dissipating the black steel body to bring all the flowing fire into the middle.

"Look carefully!"

As Zhan Yan roared, his strong arms tensed with muscles and he pulled the chain on the platform in front of him.

Rumble!
A tiger roar and thunder roared from Zhan Yan's throat, his bronze muscles bulged like a coiled dragon, and his strong knuckles clasped the heavy chain as thick as a bowl.

But then the mechanism at the end of the chain exploded with a loud bang, and the nine red python-patterned lock rings were pulled straight as strings.

Zheng!
The friction between the black iron chain and the mechanism produced dazzling sparks, and the earth shook in an instant.

Not far away, the red lava was rolling and boiling. The obsidian table at the bottom of the pool was engraved with ancient inscriptions, rising inch by inch in the scorching waves. In a moment, a nine-foot black platform broke out of the flames, and a nine-foot high platform rose from the bottom of the pool.

The dark golden armor was firmly bound by countless chains and hung in the air, and every scale was absorbing and spitting out the essence of earth fire.

Sonorous!

The sound of metal suddenly rippled, and several chains on the armor broke one after another, causing Zhan Yan's expression to tighten slightly.

Only after seeing that there was nothing unusual did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The dark golden scales suddenly shrank with the sound of cracking chains, and the 1,720 scales stood up like the stings of a poisonous bee.

The edges of each dragon scale were covered with lava patterns, and they could adjust their angles by themselves when pulled by the energy. The six silver-white scales on the forward heart-protecting mirror flickered, clearly expanding and contracting with the rhythm of the surging lava three feet away.

“The weapons and creatures of the world have entered the ranks of seventh-level divine weapons. There are only eight eighth-level divine weapons in the world so far.

The Dragon Scale Armor is an eighth-rank divine weapon forged by me at Shenbingling, and it is the ninth of the eight divine weapons in the world!

Two thousand years ago, the founder of Divine Weapon Ridge, Ou Yezi, subdued a red dragon and forged a weapon from its toughest scales. To forge this divine weapon, he expended countless efforts, even shedding the blood of many weapon-forging masters. Back then… the entire Divine Weapon Ridge was nearly wiped out, and it took a full twenty years for the craft to recover.

Zhan Yan stared at the magical armor on the platform without blinking, with a look of regret on his face.

"Two thousand years have passed, and this dragon blood armor, which consumed the lives of nine hundred swordsmiths, is still waiting for a new master who can subdue the red dragon spirit.

(End of this chapter)