Ling Tian leaned down and looked closely. He had already added a bow and three arrow feathers in his hand. The bow was as tall as Ling Tian's chest, which was nearly 1.6 meters tall, and it was considered a big bow.

The bow is very heavy, giving people a thick feeling. The bow body is bronze-like yellow, with patterns engraved with unknown objects, with faint rust, red and green, not just copper rust or blood stains. The bow string is full of blood, and I don’t know what kind of beast’s tendons are, which is full of toughness. A solemn aura rushes towards Ling Tian, ​​making Ling Tian feel trembling, which is a kind of soul throbbing.

The overall style of this bow is simple, and you can tell at a glance that it has been around for a long time. Moreover, the bow is very broken, giving people the feeling that it can be pulled off even if it is time. However, Ling Tian doesn't think so. Will a bow that can produce independent spiritual consciousness be weak? He doesn't believe it if he kills Ling Tian.

As soon as he saw this bow, Ling Tian fell in love with it. He felt that he was in love with this bow. This feeling made them very friendly, and it had a sense of being a wanderer from the world. And I don’t know if it was because the bow swallowed Ling Tian’s blood, Ling Tian felt that he was connected to it.

The three arrow feathers are also bronze in overall color, with the arrow feathers being more than one meter and six meters long, which is much longer than ordinary arrows, and the shafts are also as thick as thumbs. Except for the same color and length, the three arrows are different, and the shape is very strange.

"Little guy, what's your name?" Ling Tian asked.

"Hehe, I won't tell you." The archer's voice was so stingy, but the naughty boy had a lot of personality.

"Uh, little guy, you're not good." Ling Tian was speechless and sighed inwardly that this bow was too personal.

"Hehe, you haven't asked about the device yet. You will know what you ask about it." Zhang Zhang was very satisfied with Ling Tian's reaction, like a child who had been separated from others forever and could not bear the loneliness.

"Ask the device? Oh, too, I actually forgot." Ling Tian's eyes lit up and he patted his head hard.

"Hehe, go up, it's not very convenient here." Zhang Zhang kindly reminded.

Ling Tian thought about it and found that this was deep in the cold pool. After waiting for the questioning device, it would probably consume a lot. It was a bit inappropriate to replenish the spiritual energy here slowly. He didn't say much, and he moved his body and moved upstream.

Soon, he came to the shore of the cold pond, and Hua Min'er happened to be there too. When she saw Ling Tian coming up, her pretty face turned red for no reason. She was about to say something but was interrupted by Ling Tian:

"Min'er, please help me protect the Dharma later. I want a questioning tool."

"Protector? Assessing Tool?" Hua Min'er muttered in her heart and noticed the bow and arrow in Ling Tian's hand. Although she was full of curiosity, she still said: "Okay, Brother Ling Tian, ​​don't worry about Assessing Tool."

Seeing this, Ling Tian smiled slightly, the spirit stone flew out, and set up several formations in a moment. Then he sat cross-legged, held his breath and began to adjust his state. He just dived hard in the cold pool and then bleeded and other things, but it was very expensive.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ling Tian finished adjusting. He opened his starry eyes, took a deep breath, and then glanced at Hua Min'er, who nodded solemnly.

Seeing this, Ling Tian felt relieved and then focused on the bow.

"Little guy, are you ready? I'm going to start." Ling Tian's spiritual consciousness sent a voice transmission.

"Hehe, I've been ready for a long time, hurry up." The little guy seemed a little impatient.

Ling Tian stopped talking, held the bow in both hands, and his spiritual energy surged away. His spiritual consciousness condensed and also turned towards the bow. Suddenly, the surrounding air condensed, and soul waves dissipated.

The fog near the cold pond is always misty, covering the entire valley floor of Qingquan Peak. The breeze is gentle, but it cannot blow away the water vapor. The water mist just drifts with the wind, changing shapes, like the moving clouds in the sky.

At this time, as Ling Tian's spiritual consciousness turned towards the bow, the mist in the air gradually rotated as if it was condensed, and with Ling Tian as the center, a large cyclone gradually formed. The fog trembled continuously. As the air fluctuated, water droplets condensed and fell down, falling on the cold pond, ticking, ticking. It made the place look extremely quiet and even a little quiet.

But at this time, Ling Tian was not at all calm in his heart.

As his spiritual consciousness entered the bow, his soul released the Buddha into a virtual space, and his mind also changed with the situation in the space:

In the misty sky, a vain figure who could not see clearly stood in a void. Although he could not see clearly the figure, it gave people a strong soul pressure. Only one phantom could give Ling Tian this feeling, which shows how the person's cultivation is.

The phantom was sacrificing a ball of golden metal. A blue flame was leaping at the fingers of the Void Shadow. Although it was a virtual space, it gave people an extremely hot feeling. The void trembled, and the flames would be burned out even if it was released.

However, the golden metal did not change under such high temperature fire. No, the surface of the metal has melted and the whole has been slightly deformed. However, with this degree of melting, it will take tens of millions of years to take shape.

Perhaps this was also revealed, the handprints of the Void Man's Shadow Change, the flames jumped more violently, and the degree of metal melting was slightly faster, but it was only a little bit.

Seeing this, the figure was not in a hurry and controlled the flames to continue to sacrifice. I don’t know how long it took, maybe a year, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years or even ten thousand years, the metal finally started to flow. During this period, the figure added many other metals, and gradually, an object appeared.

It was a bow body, but the bow body was very rough, obviously just a thick piece. However, the phantom finally let out a long sigh and finally stopped. He looked at the bow body in his hand and nodded slightly, obviously very satisfied.

Then, his handprints changed in a complicated way and were printed on the bow. The bow body gradually began to appear, but it was very shallow and faint. However, the momentum of the bow gradually became sharp, and a strong aura was scattered. The bow body also gradually became simple and thick.

I don’t know how long it took, the marks on the bow were clearly visible, and the murderous aura became more and more intense. The bow body was no longer a thick piece, but a natural existence. The phantom finally stopped printing the trick. He gently stroked the bow body with his hand, very kind, thinking that it was as gentle as caressing his child.

Suddenly, he bounced his fingers, his fingers as fast as lightning. With Ling Tian's spiritual cultivation level, he couldn't see the movement of the fingers clearly. It was obvious how fast that was. What's more amazing was that his fingers flicked on the bow, and the bow roared and clear roars came out. A wave of surging out into the void. The whole world trembled, and several space cracks were torn open. A strong earth-shaking murderous aura spread out, which made Ling Tian's soul tremble.

"Is this the process of forming this bow? I'm watching here, but this is too..." Ling Tian was shocked. With just a flash, he could tear the cracks in the space. This is too terrifying.

Ling Tian exclaimed, but obviously he was just an identity who was watching later, and the phantom could not be seen.

The phantom saw the power of the bow, but he nodded slightly, and was surprised, obviously not very satisfied. Then he put the bow into his body.

From Ling Tian's perspective, you can actually see this bow entering the golden elixir in the phantom body. The vast elixir of the golden elixir began to surround it. Ling Tian knew that it was nourishing the natal pill weapon.

The picture suddenly turned, and this time it was unknown where the phantom man was pulling out a bloody beast tendon from the body of a barbarian beast. The barbarian beast was as big as a mountain, but it was motionless. It seemed that it was dead. It was shining with black light, its scales were extremely hard, and its body was filled with a powerful and dangerous aura. It could even dissipate such an extremely fierce and murderous aura when it died. It could imagine how terrifying it was when it was alive, and it was unknown what kind of powerful barbarian beast it was.

The phantom ignored the dead beast and just looked at the beast tendon with satisfaction. Then his handprints changed, and the beast tendon slowly deformed and became extremely lubricated. The forks on the beast tendon gradually gathered and all melted on the main trunk of the beast tendon. The beast tendon was scarlet, but it was also very elastic and tough.

It was unknown how long it took, but the beast tendons were finally finished. The phantom nodded with satisfaction, and then sacrificed the bow body. The bow body was suspended in the void, and he didn't see any action. The beast tendons that had been sacrificed began to merge with the bow body, and the beast tendons turned into the bow strings of the bow. The bow strings were scattered with a fierce killing, and the aura was not in conflict. After the phantom's sacrifice, there was a sense of harmony that was mixed with water and milk, which was very perfect, as if they were born together.

The phantom stroked the tight bowstring lightly, and the bowstring trembled. The spiritual energy in the ten directions gathered towards the bow like a tide. The bow was very special, as if it had its own spiritual consciousness, and it independently absorbed the sun and moon.

The phantom laughed and pulled the bowstring lightly. Suddenly, the bow body trembled gently, and a thousand feet of light shook, causing the void to shake. A divine light appeared on the bowstring, turning into arrow feathers and about to shoot out. His fingers loosened, and the spiritual arrow feathers roared out, shining brightly in the sky and earth, and the sky broke, and could not be restored for a long time. The power of an arrow was so terrifying!

"Ha ha!"

A wild laugh came out, his voice was majestic and rough, with a strong aura of devouring mountains and rivers and destroying the world.

"Destroy the world, haha, I give you a name and break the sky!"

As he said, two simple seal characters appeared on the bow's bow - Boqiong. The entire bow was trembling slightly, and he seemed very excited, just like a newborn baby facing a novel world.

Then, he collected the bow and continued to nourish it in the golden elixir. As time goes by, the bow becomes more simple and heavy but has become more murderous intent under the nourishment of the golden elixir.

Ling Tian, ​​who was watching, sighed in vain. The power of an arrow is too horrifying!

The picture turned again, and the phantom used some materials to refine nine arrow feathers. It should be the same material as the bow body. Maybe it was the rest of the bow. The arrow feathers were golden, each one was as thick as a thumb, one meter and six meters long, but each arrow was different.

The bow and arrow may be of the same material, as if they were one, and they could not tell each other at all. The phantom was very satisfied with this. After smiling, he put them into the golden elixir together and nourished them together.

The picture turned again, the phantom held a bow and arrow and fought among the thousands of people. Among these people were monsters, gods, demons, and many unknown monsters. However, each of them could only see their strength from their appearance, and each one was filled with a strong sense of danger.

The phantom is like a god and a demon. Every time a bow is bent, a person will turn into nothingness; every string moves, a demon will die; every time an arrow comes out, a demon will turn into sorrow...

Pictures flashed by one by one, and the phantom held the Breaking Blade Blade Blade Blade Blade Blade Blade, like the emperor ruled the world, looking down on the world; like a human king was born, and I was the only one who was the only one. Wherever the Breaking Blade went, slaughtering gods and demons was like killing a native chicken and a tile dog.

After thousands of killings, the Biaoqiong bow became more and more murderous. Gradually, the spiritual consciousness became clear and the spirit of its own was formed. The name of the Biaoqiong finally resounded throughout the world, shocking the gods and demons, and composing their myths and legends.

After thousands of years of sacrifice and refining, hundreds of billions of seal techniques were created, nine arrows added to the tiger's wings, thousands of killings, the bending bow finally became, and the murderous intent was shocking.

...

Perhaps the heaven and earth were finally captured by the power of the Phantom Man and the Breaking Sky. Under the thousands of divine thunders, the Phantom was finally shot out by the Nine Arrows and died with all his might. When he died, he was angry at the sky and refused to surrender until his death. Even if he was destroyed, he stood up and cursed the sky, leaving only the unwilling Breaking Sky Bow and the Nine Arrows that had been preserved with all his strength. The Breaking Sky sobbed away, carrying the Phantom Man's deep unwillingness and a faint expectation.

The nine arrows scattered to the sky, and the Breaking Bow disappeared.

Time flies, the world is reincarnated, the Breaking Dome bow is lonely and silent, murderous intent is restrained, and the sense of loneliness is increasing day by day.

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Chapter completed!