"The Evil Sword..."
Mo Hua's mind stirred slightly.
At this moment, two people stood in the sword-casting room.
One was Ouyang Mu, who was shackled, standing before the green fire bone furnace and rows of blood-colored long swords, his face slightly pale.
The other was an old monster cultivator.
He wore a gray robe, hunching over, with a long nose and an aura full of evil qi.
This old monster cultivator was casting swords, the hands exposed from underneath his gray robe were thick, rough, and covered with black-red blood blisters, littered with scorching scars.
He was an Evil Arms Master.
Moreover, a very experienced Evil Arms Master, who had forged countless evil swords.
He glanced sideways, looking at Ouyang Mu with a hoarse voice:
"Today, I will teach you sword casting."
Ouyang Mu started.
He looked around at the eerie white bones, the stinking blood pool, and the large number of evil artifact embryos, refusing immediately:
"I won't learn!"
