2125: C2125 Luo Yuan's Heart Was Filled with Grief as He Was Unwilling to Accept This

C2125 Luo Yuan's Heart Was Filled with Grief as He Was Unwilling to Accept This

In the sky.

Rahu Ketu kneeled down, his body like a broken piece of exquisite porcelain.

His aura was like that of a flickering candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment, like a flickering candle in the wind.

"Don't you feel sad that a Emperor would die for a quasi Emperor?"

The stalwart figure smiled coldly, his eyes as indifferent as a god.

As a Emperor, driving it for others, and even for a quasi Emperor, this was simply losing all of the dignity that belonged to a Emperor!

"Sad? "As my master, so what if I die?!"

The Rahu Ketu roared, there was no fear in his voice.

A pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle's gaze contained no fear, only determination, a decisiveness that gave up everything.

"Buzz!"

Rahu Ketu pulled out the remaining seven Arrowhead s and caught them in his palm.

Streaks of pitch-black flames suddenly lit up on the seven Arrowhead, and the Vital Qi And Spirit's accumulated energy steadily poured into the seven Arrowhead's bodies.

"Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang!"

A wave of sounds of forging seemed to echo out in the sky.

It was like the low roars of a true dragon resonating through the nine heavens!

Countless spirit qi was also flowing towards the sharp arrows in Rahu Ketu's hands, as though they were being forged anew.

"Buzz!"

An even deeper Arrowhead seemed to be slowly forming.

Unlike the Arrowhead, which hid its edge, it revealed its edge!

The auras contained within it also emanated outwards, tearing the sky apart. A single wisp of aura easily tore a deep rift through the void.

"Huh? With a divine forging tool, this method of forging artifacts is something that I haven't seen in all these years.

The mysterious Paragon's interest was piqued, and his eyes flickered with greed.

In order to forge a majority of Emperor Grade War Weapon, one would need to possess Heaven Flames that were sufficient enough to melt the Monarch Grade's divine materials, or even a Divine Flame!

It might even need to be laid down a large formation in order to melt the Monarch Grade and the divine materials.

If one wanted to use their mind intent to melt the Monarch Grade materials, and had successfully forged the Emperor Grade War Weapon, the hardness of the Emperor Grade War Weapon would greatly increase!

Such a Secret Arts made this mysterious Zhi Zun's heart beat faster.

"I have never seen such materials and such methods before. There are so many unknown and interesting things that are truly interesting.

Forget it, I will change my mind. If you can inform me of all of this, I will spare your life. "

The mysterious Zhi Zun looked at Rahu Ketu greedily and suddenly said.

At his level, there were not many things that could move him.

But as long as it was something that moved his heart, he had to get it!2

"Come here, tell me all of your secrets and be loyal to me. I can spare your life as you please!"

With that, the mysterious Zhi Zun extended out his palm, grabbing towards Rahu Ketu.

No aura was leaked from this palm strike, nor did it collapse the space around it. It was as if there wasn't even the slightest bit of power.

However, many Emperor s were able to clearly sense the terrifying power contained within, as well as the streams of gods flowing within!

A thousand auspicious auras, lingering Immortal Light!

All sorts of sharpness were hidden within. Although it was concealed without revealing any of its abilities, its might was greater.

Imperceptibly, there was even a wave of Qi Function that cut off the Rahu Ketu's Qi Function.

"Pfft!"

With his Secret Arts broken, Rahu Ketu raised his head and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face was pale gold, and his aura dropped to the lowest point.

"Damn it!"

Rahu Ketu roared, this was already his last resort.

To use seven arrows to carve the divine arrow, one could exterminate all the golden statues of the Immortal God Buddha!

Unfortunately, he still failed!

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