What is he going to do?

Why do you use your own ideas to convey the ink painting of "Taishan Hundred Demons and Cannibal Banquet"?

Thoughts were running through Su Wu's mind, and he looked sideways and noticed that the other three craftsmen all had serious and solemn expressions.

at this time,

The whole body is wrapped in blazing black fire,

‘An Gang’, with inhuman claws extending all over his body, spoke.

His tone was as calm as ever: "Every time I wake up the ink drawing, it will cause great consumption to my body!

Since you have used the power of ink painting this time, don’t be stingy——

I will try to go through the inking diagram,

Entering the state of ‘celestial induction’,

Let’s see if we can turn this sword that has been awakened by the killing stone into a supreme-level magic weapon!”

"yes!"

Everyone cheered in unison!

"Abu, light the fire!" Ji Liang turned around and shouted to Su Wu seriously.

Su Wu immediately pulled the bellows——

The rolling strong wind poured into the calcining furnace, and there was still blood dripping from the blade of the 'killing stone' in the furnace. Now, stirred by the strong wind, blazing blood and fire spurted out!

"Hahaha!"

In the roaring and burning blood fire, there was a burst of mad laughter from a woman!

Several people present did not take this laughter seriously.

Master An Gang held the knife blade, and the black fire burning in his arm wrapped around the knife blade. He thrust the knife blade directly into the furnace!

Slender but blood-red female arms suddenly appeared in the furnace, pulling on the knife strips wrapped with black fire, trying to tear off the black fire on the knife strips, and drag the knife strips into the bottom of the furnace that was like a crimson abyss!

An Gang looked motionless,

Su Wu worked hard to pull the bellows.

The flames burn brighter and brighter,

More and more bloody hands are reaching out from the furnace,

The purple-black fire that was about to be extinguished on the two ink masters guarding the side burned again. The inhuman claws pulled out the waistbands hanging from their waists, wrapped in purple-black flames, and directed at the blood.

His hands were chopped randomly!

I don't know how many bloody hands were chopped into flying smoke and returned to the furnace.

at this time,

An Gang saw the knife blade in the stove turning red again,

He suddenly pulled out the knife blade - pressed it on the iron felt, and shouted loudly: "Ghosts and gods -"

In an instant!

An Gang's mind accelerates and merges with his own "Taishan Hundred Demons and Cannibals Banquet" ink painting!

The non-human claws extending out from its body trembled violently, disintegrated into vague shapes, and then evolved from the vague shapes into raging black fire, regrouping behind An Gang!

The black fire gathered into a vague human shape,

Evolving into a hideous and terrifying grimace,

six arms were born,

Submerged in An Gang's thin figure, he grabbed the hammers scattered everywhere on the iron felt——

An Gang's mind was focused on this evil black shadow of fire, and he controlled his six arms towards the red knife bar placed on the iron felt, intending to smash the hammer in his hand!

But at this moment, the six fiery evil arms trembled, constantly looking for the best angle and the most suitable power.

In an attempt to enter the realm of unity between man and nature,

Swing out the most accurate, perfect, and spiritual hammer blow!

However,

The six arms hesitated for too long,

Still unable to truly take that step——

An Gang has countless considerations in his heart.

Countless thoughts affected him, making him unable to grasp the fleeting inspiration and unable to put down the hammer in his hand!

His fleshy face became paler,

The inked pictures on my body have all faded!

If this stalemate continues,

An Gang will definitely be drained of all his essence and blood by the evil true form behind him, and he will die!

The two master ink masters present looked anxious and frowned, neither of them dared to disturb An Gang!

Ji Liang looked at An Gang's pale face and pursed lips, but he didn't dare to say even a word of warning!

Su Wu sat behind the bellows,

Still pulling the bellows,

His intention covered the whole place silently,

Feeling the fusion between An Gang and his own ink drawing, feeling the faint barrier between An Gang's 'intention' and his own ink drawing, he suddenly thought,

The next moment he spoke decisively,

Shen shouted: "Extreme wisdom will lead to injury, deep love will lead to longevity, extreme strength will lead to humiliation, and excessive strength will easily break!

An Gang!

Don't hesitate!

Take that step!”

Just say it!

The three of them all turned around and stared at Su Wu with great annoyance!

——They don’t dare to disturb the great craftsman An Gang at this time. How dare this young man do it?

How dare he?!

He even called An Gang the great craftsman by his name!

From the bottom of his heart, Su Wu never regarded himself as a member of the sword-making factory, let alone the strict hierarchical rules here. In his heart, he regarded these people as masters who mastered some exquisite craftsmanship.

But the master is the master,

The meaning of the word "master" is very different!

Yes,

If you speak at the critical moment, you will take off all pretense.

Call An Gang by name,

No scruples!

The three of them were frightened and angry,

Little did he know that the 'false words' spewed out of Su Wu's mouth were like a slap in the face from the Buddha - instantly shattering An Gang's confusion - the six arms condensed by black fire no longer trembled.

Six hammers hit the knife strips on the iron felt from different corners!

Dang Dang Dang Dang!

The sound of forging is like raindrops!

Sparks and gray-black leather shells flew from the knife blade!

The red blade gradually cooled during the forging.

Until it turns into a complete iron black color.

The true form of the fiery evil roiling behind An Gang flowed into the pores of his body like smoke,

The ink painting on his body that was about to fade returned to its original appearance.

The raging fire in his eyes gradually extinguished.

A serious, unsmiling face appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Polish!"

An Gang glanced at Su Wu, who was sitting in the corner, and handed the knife in his hand to the ink maker next to him.
To be continued...