Chapter 295: Changing Homes

Bang!

Sparks cracked, exploded, and jumped onto the furnace wall, rebounding to the furnace bottom.

The whole courtyard was hit by hot wind, the black furnace was blindingly bright, like a scarlet big eye, located in the center, the long spear turned into a narrow vertical pupil.

Raindrops splashed, dissipating thick white mist, making breathing stuffy and breathless.

But close to the furnace, the rainwater was separated from the furnace wall by several inches and steamed into boiling steam; a layer of high-temperature layer was completely transparent, and the boundary was clearly visible.

Lu Gang stared at Fubo, pouring fire stones into it regularly.

At first, he used an iron shovel, later he didn't even use the iron shovel, simply throwing fire stones into the furnace basket by basket; the fire stones, together with the rattan, were burned into a thin layer of ash in an instant.

All were top-grade fire stones; slightly mixed with impurities, they wouldn't burn so cleanly.

A large amount of heat exploded, the Fubo in the furnace had long since melted, but still maintained its original appearance, turning into a pool of flowing long-shaped golden spear; this is the strangeness of a spirit weapon.

But even at such a level, the Ink Dragon Gold was only scarlet all over, the corners melted and blunted, and it was still a distance away from being completely softened.

Liang Qu's palms exuded sweat.

High-quality metal itself has almost no impurities, but melting and combining are big difficulties.

With the size and capacity of the black furnace, it was impossible to increase the temperature simply by piling up fire stones, and it was on the verge of the limit.

However, what Liang Qu could think of, Lu Gang and Lu Zao naturally understood; they had been prepared!

There wasn't just one heat source in the furnace!

"Whoosh!"

Lu Gang exhaled turbid air, shirtless, holding a long hammer.

Sweat and rainwater mixed, forming an oily protective film on the red-hot body, isolating the heat wave.

Long arms stretched out.

The square hammer passed through the furnace and struck the golden feather!

The Red Fire Golden Feather trembled wildly, velvet feathers fluttering.

A cry that shocked the sky and blocked the clouds burst out from the furnace, like a steel needle piercing the brain.

Liang Qu and Xu Zishuai felt a pain in their heads, grabbed each other's shoulders to lean on, and didn't fall to the ground with a black eye.

The golden feather's restlessness caused the whole furnace to vibrate, and the pond waves surged.

"Master!"

Lu Gang shouted.

"Ha!"

Yang Dongxiong gave a low shout, twisted his waist and brought his hips, punched into the air, striking out a vast fist wind.

The fist wind wrapped around the martial will like substance, hitting the furnace golden feather.

The cry was shrill.

The restless furnace instantly quieted down.

Liang Qu and Xu Zishuai felt their pressure reduced instantly, looked at each other, still having lingering fear in their eyes.

Yang Dongxiong was certainly not a Perfected Form Grandmaster, but the Red Fire Bird was not the original Red Fire Bird either.

The feather rebirth was almost no different from starting from scratch, the spiritual power was greatly weakened, and Yang Dongxiong's response wasn't strenuous.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Gang struck another hammer, and Yang Dongxiong's fist wind followed closely.

The two cooperated with each other, one hammer and one fist.

Only Liang Qu and Xu Zishuai were tortured by the cry, their heads dizzy, as if it wasn't the golden feather being refined, but their heads.

Such repeated tug-of-war, the Red Fire Golden Feather was no different from cloth; the threads in the middle gradually couldn't withstand the pulling and began to break, bursting out a large amount of spirituality and heat flow, scurrying in the furnace.

Completely melted, the dying Fubo burst out with survival instinct, frantically absorbing the dissipated spirituality, snatching the threads, and weaving its own body.

Even though the melting temperature was still rising, its form, which was about to collapse, gradually stabilized.

At the same time, the Ink Dragon Gold absorbed the heat flow blooming from the Red Fire Bird, white and dazzling, and finally softened, flowing toward Fubo.

Almost at the moment of contact, the Ink Dragon Gold was like a dam bursting, its volume shrinking rapidly, merging into Fubo.

Lu Gang and Lu Zao didn't dare to relax at all.

A trapped beast fights.

As expected, when the golden feather's spirituality lost to a certain degree, a more violent cry erupted.

Thinking it was the last struggle, Lu Gang was shocked to find that the spirituality in the golden feather that needed repeated pulling and refining actually dissipated actively, pouring into Fubo!

"It wants to change bodies and be reborn!"

Lu Zao saw clearly at a glance.

At this moment, the golden feather knew it had no ability to continue fighting; rather than struggling to perish, it was better to go all out and reincarnate into the Fubo spear!

No rebirth, at least it had to save its life!

What a ruthless great demon!

Lu Gang immediately understood how to deal with it, and turned to look at Liang Qu: "Blood!"

Liang Qu had forged spirit weapons and knew the process, immediately used the green wolf to cut his palm, while Xu Zishuai tacitly went to the room to find a porcelain bowl to catch the blood.

"Fast, cut the pulse!" Lu Gang roared.

"Cut the pulse?"

Liang Qu's eyes jumped, his heart hardened, the green wolf cut his wrist vertically, and a large amount of blood sprayed out, emitting bursts of strange fragrance.

Fragrance in the blood?

Several people in the room had a word pop into their minds.

The strange fragrance born only when body refining reaches a very high realm.

Good boy, the physique is so strong!

Good thing.

Strong body, strong blood.

Spirit weapon giving birth to spirit requires the weapon master's blood to start the spirit; the purpose is precisely to make the leader of the spirituality the weapon master.

If the Red Fire Bird succeeded in changing bodies, it would be equivalent to excluding Liang Qu, the weapon master, and replacing it with itself!

There is only one solution to this situation, and that is to continue to pour with the weapon master's blood to suppress the great demon's intelligence!

Liang Qu's realm is not enough, so he can only make up for it with quantity; now that the body is strong, he can suffer less pain.

The half-foot-large porcelain bowl was quickly filled, Lu Zao was quick-handed, took it, changed hands, and handed Xu Zishuai a pottery jar and a small medicine bottle.

Xu Zishuai took the pottery jar, his expression surprised: "Uncle Lu, this is..."

"Continue! Don't stop! Watch the situation and feed him blood-replenishing pills!"

Liang Qu looked at the pottery jar that needed a person to hug, his face turned pale.

Galloping Horse martial artist, it's not draining all the blood at once, it doesn't matter.

Lu Zao took the porcelain bowl, handed it to Lu Gang, Lu Gang watched the timing, opened the furnace lid, and poured the blood water quickly, casting Fubo.

The Red Fire Bird let out a shrill wail, only a pity it had no main body.

A feather, even if it was temporarily residing in the long spear, couldn't have any movement!

"Continue!"

Lu Gang's eyes were bright, staring firmly at the furnace.

Lu Zao took the porcelain bowl, went to change the pottery jar, and so on repeatedly.

Massive blood loss made Liang Qu's mouth dry, he licked his lips, swallowed the blood-replenishing pill held in his throat, his face recovered slightly, looked at the blood flow becoming less, and hardened his heart to cut the wrist again.

Liang Qu's body was self-saving, massive blood loss made the muscles around the wrist move themselves, blocking the wound, and he could only cut a bigger wound.

Finally, after the sixth pouring of blood, the wailing in Fubo weakened by more than half.

Liang Qu's steps softened.

Xu Zishuai hurriedly supported the junior brother, helped him sit by the flower bed, and handed him a pot of water.

Liang Qu held the water pot with trembling arms and drank water in big gulps.

The clear water moistened the dry lips and tongue, sliding all the way to the stomach along the throat, his whole body comfortable.

Back and forth several times, each time with a large bowl, almost making Liang Qu change his blood once.

Now is not breaking through the realm, changing blood is pure suffering, pure consumption, and even walking is very weak.

Fortunately, the golden feather's momentum was gone, and the overall situation was set.

The whole process can be considered dangerous but without harm.

"Lu Gang has been swinging the big hammer with me since he was six, and his forging skills have completely surpassed me; what's missing is just experience."

Lu Zao wiped the sweat from his forehead, full of relief.

Being able to witness the birth of a top-grade spirit weapon, any participating weapon forger would feel happy.

Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard and nodded.

Xu Zishuai leaned over and grinned: "Such a good weapon, not counting nourishing, I'm afraid it's more powerful than when Master's black knife was forged!"

Yang Dongxiong laughed loudly: "My knife never used a spirit-starting treasure like a golden feather, and even the materials were only half a catty, so naturally it's much worse; as for nourishing, with this spirituality, it will be much easier to nourish."

Most of the demon remains that can give birth to spirit weapons are basically the same as the Red Fire Mourning Feather, like the concentrated essence of the Red Fire Bird; golden feathers used for rebirth are very rare.

During the conversation, the whole piece of Ink Dragon Gold gradually replaced the tungsten gold in Fubo; when the tungsten gold was completely discharged, a piece the size of a fist remained.

Lu Gang gripped the big hammer, flicked the long spear, and carried out the final hammering. ===== CHAPTER 296 =====

Lu Gang gripped the heavy hammer tightly, pulled out the long spear, and performed the final hammering and forging.