sjar Chapter 379 The Warlock’s obsession, Zhuge Qing joins the game!
Chapter 379 The Warlock’s obsession, Zhuge Qing joins the game!
Ma Xianhong muttered to himself, a twisted and crazy smile appeared on his face.
He could feel that the transformation of the self-cultivation furnace was about to be completed.
The roar of the self-cultivation furnace became louder and louder.
The entire workshop seemed to be shaking and wailing.
An earth-shaking change is coming.
……
Memories flooded into Ma Xianhong's mind like a tide, and his thoughts returned to the battle in the basement.
Su Chen's figure was like a god descending from heaven, standing proudly, surrounded by violent thunder.
The thunder in the sky roared and rolled like giant dragons.
The army of beautiful soldiers that he was so proud of was torn into pieces in an instant.
"No...impossible..."
Ma Xianhong's body trembled slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
That was the first time he felt such a huge gap in strength.
That kind of gap cannot be made up by quantity or eliminated by skills. It is... an essential gap.
"Where does his power... come from?"
Ma Xianhong murmured to himself, with a hint of confusion and doubt in his voice.
He couldn't understand why Su Chen was so powerful.
He couldn't accept that he had been defeated so completely.
"No...I can't lose...I can't lose to anyone!"
Ma Xianhong shook his head violently to dispel the fear in his mind.
His eyes became firm again.
“The Self-cultivation Furnace… This is my only hope!”
Ma Xianhong's gaze fell on the self-cultivation furnace again.
He knew that only by completing the transformation of the self-cultivation furnace would he have the power to compete with Su Chen.
"No matter what the cost...I'm going to get it done!"
Ma Xianhong clenched his teeth, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He began to check the parameters of the self-cultivation furnace to make sure everything was going according to plan.
"The temperature is...normal."
"Pressure... normal."
"The flow of Qi is...normal."
Ma Xianhong talked to himself while checking.
His voice, echoing in the empty workshop, seemed particularly lonely.
He knew that the transformation of the self-cultivation furnace was an extremely complicated and dangerous task.
The slightest carelessness may lead to the destruction of the furnace.
He can only move forward, can only succeed, cannot fail.
……
Biyou Village, afternoon.
The sunlight shines through the sparse branches and leaves, falling into a small courtyard, creating mottled light and shadows.
Zhuge Qing sat alone on a stone bench in the yard, playing with a few strangely shaped magical instruments in his hands.
The surface of these magical instruments glows with a faint fluorescence. They feel cold to the touch, but they exude a warm and moist aura.
It was made by Ma Xianhong using his magical machine.
His slender fingers gently stroked the surface of the magic weapon, feeling the exquisite structure, but his brows were furrowed more and more.
"The Divine Machine Hundred Refinements...it really lives up to its reputation."
Zhuge Qing murmured in a low voice, with a hint of admiration, a hint of doubt, and a barely perceptible worry in his tone.
The sunlight shone on his face, reflecting the complex emotions in his eyes especially clearly.
He recalled the night when he had promised Ma Xianhong to repair the self-cultivation furnace.
Ma Xianhong stood in front of the huge self-cultivation furnace with his back to him, his tone full of fanaticism and persistence.
"Zhuge Qing, you are also a genius among warlocks. You should understand what I am pursuing."
"This self-cultivation furnace is the key to my dream. As long as I can repair it, I can..."
Ma Xianhong's voice echoed in the empty workshop, carrying a bewitching power.
Zhuge Qing admitted that he was moved by Ma Xianhong's words.
He is a sorcerer, a sorcerer who has an almost obsessive pursuit of magic.
Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, one of the Eight Wonders, is the pinnacle of weapon refining techniques and has a fatal attraction to him.
The feeling of being able to create magical tools at will and give them life and power is the state he has always dreamed of.
He longed to understand the secret of the Divine Machine and to master this magical power.
However, Ma Xianhong's plan...
A hint of uneasiness flashed across Zhuge Qing's eyes.
He always felt that Ma Xianhong's plan was not as simple as he said.
The Self-cultivation Furnace, this mysterious magical tool, seems to hide some huge secret.
And this secret may bring unpredictable consequences.
"Sharing the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements..."
Zhuge Qing recalled Ma Xianhong's promise and his heart was beating fast.
Ma Xianhong promised him personally that as long as he repaired the self-cultivation furnace, he would share the secret of the Divine Machine with him.
This was undoubtedly a huge temptation for him.
A temptation enough for him to take the risk.
But at the same time, he is also well aware that there may be huge risks hidden behind this.
Ma Xianhong is a man who is both good and evil. He behaves in an eccentric way and is hard to understand.
Will he really keep his promise?
Or is this just a trap?
A trap set to take advantage of his desire for the Divine Machine?
Zhuge Qing's heart was full of contradictions and struggles.
He was eager to obtain the Divine Machine, but at the same time he was uneasy about Ma Xianhong's plan.
This contradictory mentality put him in a dilemma.
He stood up and paced slowly in the yard.
The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on him, just like his mood at the moment, complex and confused.
He looked up into the distance and took in the entire view of Biyou Village.
In the distance, the mountains are rolling, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the scenery is picturesque.
But Zhuge Qing had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery.
There was only one thought in his mind.
"Self-cultivation furnace..."
He had to go and see the progress of the repair of the Xiushen Furnace.
He must find out what Ma Xianhong's plan is.
He couldn't allow himself to become a tool for Ma Xianhong to realize his ambitions.
A hint of determination flashed across Zhuge Qing's eyes.
He took a step forward and walked towards the workshop.
His figure, in the sunlight, appeared firm and resolute.
The breeze blew by, and the leaves rustled, as if seeing him off.
It also seems to indicate that an unknown storm is coming.
The huge roar was like the roar of an ancient giant beast, making Zhuge Qing's eardrums buzz.
He stood outside the workshop, the strong Qi fluctuations, like invisible waves, hit his face again and again, causing waves of stinging on his skin.
"Is this... the power of the self-cultivation furnace?"
Zhuge Qing muttered to himself, his eyes showing both excitement and a hint of fear that he couldn't conceal.
He took a deep breath, calmed his agitated mood, and walked towards the workshop.
The heavy door was not locked. Zhuge Qing pushed it gently and the door slowly opened.
A wave of heat hit him in the face, mixed with the smell of metal and herbs, choking him and almost making him cough.
The light in the workshop was dim, with only a few oil lamps emitting a dim light.
The huge self-cultivation furnace occupies the center of the workshop, like a small hill, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
The intricate patterns on the furnace body are like living things, shining with dazzling light.
The golden-red Qi flowed rapidly through the lines, like surging magma.
Ma Xianhong stood in front of the furnace with his back to the door, concentrating on operating the furnace.
He kept forming seals with his hands, and streams of Qi shot out from his fingertips and were injected into the self-cultivation furnace.
Veins bulged on his forehead, sweat rolled down his face, his face was pale, but his eyes were extremely fanatical.
"Crack...knock..."
The self-cultivation furnace made a slight sound, and it seemed that some changes were taking place.
Zhuge Qing's gaze moved away from the self-cultivation furnace and fell on Ma Xianhong.
He could feel that there was something wrong with Ma Xianhong's condition.
His breath was disordered and violent, as if it could get out of control at any time.
"Old horse..."