The God Of War Forging System

Suddenly, he felt a sharp spirit energy fluctuation flash through the air.    

"Origin Core Stage warrior!"    

Lin Ming shook his head and stopped paying attention to it. After all, such a powerful warrior was still thousands of miles away from him.    

What he needed the most right now was to become stronger quickly!    

He could already feel the killing intent of the Deputy Master of Law Enforcement Hall, Ding Chunqiu.    

There was no doubt about it.    

If it wasn't for Elder Su, he would have already died.    

This pressure had caused Lin Ming's determination to become stronger, and it had become even more intense and urgent.    

"Soaring Cloud Peak, Old Dog Ding, I'm not done with you!"    

A cold look flashed across Lin Ming's eyes.    

Then, without any hesitation, he quickly returned to the sect. He wanted to buy all the time he had to quickly increase his cultivation base.    

The matter of the weapons had been settled. Lin Ming had spent 900 gold taels and forged them with the best iron essence in the blacksmith shop. He would collect the goods three days later.    

Boom!    

"What the f * ck, what a strong wind."    

"Shut up, Sand Eagle! That's an Origin Core Stage warrior! He's flying across the sky! If you want to die, get the hell out of here!"    

Hiss!    

When they heard this, some of the warriors and mercenary groups in the town near the desolate mountain gasped.    

Origin Core Stage.    

Oh my god, just a finger was enough to kill them!    

"Elder Tian, according to the aura of the soul token, it should be below here."    

A voice sounded.    

Boom.    

After saying this, a terrifying aura exploded as the figure descended from the sky.    

The lake seemed to be boiling.    

A middle-aged man's expression was terrifyingly dark. It was like ice as he looked at the tattered clothes and broken bones on the ground.    

He had no idea how long he had been eaten by the ferocious beast.    

His eyes were blood red, as if he was a ferocious beast that wanted to devour someone.    

"Help me investigate, find out who killed Little Yang. I want to shred him into a thousand pieces, light the lamp with my soul, and never reincarnate!"    

This person was Tian Muyang's father.    

An elder of Earth Fiend Sect, an Origin Core Stage warrior!    

Hu!    

The stooped figure beside him picked up a piece of Tian Muyang's bone and took out some strange tools. It was unknown what he was muttering about.    

Suddenly.    

In front of the two of them, a blurry image appeared.    

Extremely bizarre.    

It was actually from Tian Muyang's first perspective. However, as soon as it appeared, it was covered by a white, smoke-like thing.    

It was as if he could vaguely see the shadow of a wooden stick and a spear, and then it disappeared without a trace.    

"White fog, long spear!"    

"Ah, Little Yang, don't worry. Dad will definitely avenge you!"    

Tian Muyang's father furiously roared. Very quickly, all the ferocious beast within a ten mile radius were killed. On this day's barren mountain, blood flowed like a river.    

Even some of the warriors and mercenary groups who came to train and train were brutally killed.    

However.    

In the end, they couldn't find the culprit.    

"There is only the Spacious Sect in this area. If I find out that they are your sect's disciples, the consequences will be..."    

...    

Lin Ming naturally didn't know that he had killed a disciple of the Earth Fiend Sect.    

He was the descendant of an Origin Core Stage warrior of the Earth Fiend Sect. However, even if he knew about it, he would still kill him.    

No matter what.    

Lin Ming could faintly feel a sense of danger. What he needed to do now was to improve his cultivation base and strength as soon as possible.    

Spacious Sect, Inner Sect, Scripture Pavilion.    

This place was a magnificent and magnificent building with three floors of glazed roof tiles. It was a classical building with a roof over its head. It was magnificent and magnificent.    

Lin Ming wanted to choose a cultivation technique for this trip. After breaking through to the Earthly Origin Stage, he needed to circulate his cultivation technique, absorb the spiritual energy, and transform it into his cultivation.    

The first layer was basically all Human Rank.    

Without hesitation, Lin Ming arrived at the second level.    

Obviously, the area of the second level was much smaller, and there were fewer cultivation techniques in it. However, the grade was higher.    

He had already reached the Profound Rank.    

As for the third level, Lin Ming didn't have the qualifications to enter. It was said that only true disciples of the sect, or even geniuses who had made great contributions to the sect, were qualified to enter that level.    

And the current Lin Ming obviously didn't have the qualifications!    

"Cloud Water Art, Profound Rank Low Grade. The Yuan energy that I have cultivated is like the clouds and the water. It is extremely smooth and lasts for a longer period of time..."    

"Ardent Yang Art, Profound Rank Middle Grade. The Yuan energy cultivated is like a raging fire cooking oil. It is extremely explosive, and at the same level of Yuan energy, the explosive force is even more obvious..."    

"Pure Yang cultivation technique, Profound Rank Middle Grade. A cultivator needs to ensure a pure Yang body that cannot be broken unless one reaches the Origin Core Stage. However, when cultivating this cultivation technique, the Yuan energy is abundant. It is even more effective than those who are at the same level as you..."    

...    

He carefully read through it.    

Lin Ming's mouth twitched slightly. Why did he feel that there was something wrong with these cultivation techniques?    

However, after looking through it once, Lin Ming was quite interested in the pure Yang cultivation technique.    

Although it was a pain in the ass that he couldn't break his body before he reached the Origin Core Stage, he didn't have a woman in his heart, so he drew his saber and became a natural god.    

In order to cultivate, Lin Ming could only grit his teeth and endure.    

"Eh... this is..."    

Suddenly, Lin Ming found an ancient book in a corner.    

It was covered with dust. What was even stranger was that there were no words on the ancient book.    

Strange.    

Lin Ming was shocked.    

Suddenly, Lin Ming took a closer look and discovered that in a corner of the ancient book that had been broken, a golden line had appeared. The youth touched it with his hand.    

Hiss.    

Pain.    

The golden thread was incomparably sharp, and it pierced through Lin Ming's palm.    

Bang!    

The next moment, Lin Ming felt a buzzing sound in his head. At the same time, he discovered that above his Dantian.    

A piece of golden paper appeared.    

Small words were densely written on it.    

"Nine Circles Profound Arts!"    

"One turn, one dantian, one turn, one jump. Nine turns, appear, become a supreme cultivation technique! "    

Hiss.    

Upon seeing this introduction, Lin Ming's body trembled. His eyes swept across the surroundings, thinking that he had found a supreme cultivation technique.    

He hurriedly walked out of the library.    

He wanted to return to his own residence and investigate.    

"Trash, it's you?"    

Suddenly, a cold voice could be heard.    

Lin Ming glanced over. This was the young man from the Soaring Cloud Peak that he had nearly punched to death with his own fist. Now, half of his head was wrapped in gauze.    

How ridiculous!    

"Trash, who are you calling? Haven't you had enough of the beating?"    

Lin Ming sneered.    

The crooked mouth youth and the people behind him were first stunned, and then, with a sudden burst of anger.    

Some of the surrounding disciples who were watching the show couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.    

"What a sharp-tongued kid. Just you wait. You have offended Elder Ding and the Soaring Cloud Peak. Your death is not far away."    

As he spoke, the crooked mouth youth's eyes were filled with resentment.    

"I'll be waiting for you at any time. What a good dog."    

Bam!    

Lin Ming knocked away the crooked mouth youth and the rest of the Soaring Cloud Peak disciples and left.    

"Damn it, let's see how long you can keep jumping around."    

......    

"Ah, ah..."    

A few seconds later, everything returned to normal.    

In the room, a man and a woman were drenched in sweat. They were Lin Xin'er and the disciples of the Inner Sect's Soaring Cloud Peak.    

"Senior Brother Wang, don't worry. I will take care of what you have instructed me to do."    

A sweet voice was heard.    

"Keep an eye on Lin Ming. I want to know everything about him in the Outer Sect. Once everything is done, I won't treat you unfairly."    

Wang Hong smiled evilly.    

"Alright, Senior Brother Wang, I'm yours now... Wu... "    

In the room, another moving movement sounded.