It's time to leave.
Lao Tie ran to the hall full of crystal balls and muttered to Yang Jian in the crystal ball.
Wu Tie walked around several metal halls, his fingers gently brushing against the metal walls as smooth as a mirror. He has lived here for such a long time, and from a weak child he has gained power that he could not imagine before.
He was full of feelings for the Ancient God Barracks.
Da Tie, who was several meters tall, was suspended behind Wu Tie. Wherever he went, Da Tie would follow him, just like a fat and loyal old hound.
The big iron kept making a "wow" sound.
I don’t know why, but he still couldn’t speak like Lao Tie.
He could only use various weird tones to express his thoughts. Wu Tie knew that he couldn't let go of himself or Lao Tie.
However, he could not leave the Ancient God Barracks.
He is the core of the Ancient God Barracks and the brain of the Ancient God Barracks. After Lao Tie's modulation, those metal spiders could leave the Ancient God Barracks for hundreds of miles and wander around at will, but Da Tie could not leave.
For many, many years, Lao Tie curled up in the dirt and slept in despair.
Datie, on the other hand, was a solitary person wandering around the empty Ancient God Barracks. Day after day, night after night.
Wu Tie could not imagine how Da Tie survived such a long time.
Anyway, he kept the entire Ancient God Barracks spotless and spotless.
"We will be back." Wu Tie slapped Da Tie's hard, smooth cheek: "Although I don't quite understand... But since Lao Tie asked us to leave, it must make sense."
"We'll be back. Definitely."
Wu Tie slapped Da Tie's cheek hard, making a crisp sound.
There was a flash of blood in Da Tie's eyes. He tilted slightly and stared at Wu Tie for a while, then his eyes turned to the spear carried on Wu Tie's back. After a while, he suddenly made a sharp 'Woo' sound.
The sudden 'Woo' sound was extremely loud and harsh.
Wu Tie was startled, and Lao Tie, who was bidding farewell to Yang Jian in the metal hall, also roared angrily: "Da Tie... you brainless bastard, are you crazy?"
"No, you don't have this function... You can't go crazy even if you want to! What are you doing?"
Lao Tie rushed over with a strong wind, while Da Tie screamed, suddenly turned around and rushed towards the wall of a metal hall. In a few breaths, he rushed to the wall, and countless tiny streaks of blood spurted out from his eyes.
The blood light imprinted an extremely complex symbol on the metal wall, and a low roar was heard. The entire wall slowly rose up, revealing a small space behind it.
A long spear was quietly suspended in a bloody light.
Lao Tie's mouth opened wide. He stared blankly at the long spear that was pale but covered in scarlet when illuminated by the blood light. He didn't speak for a long time.
After a long time, Lao Tie finally screamed: "Date, you idiot... How dare you ambush me?"
Da Tie turned around, glided over quickly, and got in front of Wu Tie and Lao Tie, muttering "woo woo" in a low voice.
Countless wisps of extremely fine blood in his eyes intersected with Lao Tie's. In a way that Wu Tie could not understand, Da Tie transmitted a large amount of information to Lao Tie.
"You... forgot..." Lao Tiebai's miserable face had no muscle tissue, so he couldn't make any expression changes.
But listening to his voice, Wu Tie could imagine Lao Tie's face turning blue and his face full of black energy!
Probably, it was the look on Wu Zhan's face after Wu Tie was a child, when two brothers, Wu Yin and Wu Tong, drank secretly, got extremely drunk, and burned down half of the mining slave shack in the Wu family's stone castle.
It was a hearty and hearty "a filial son emerges from the stick" beating.
Since then, the two friends Wu Yin and Wu Tong, who had been naughty and mischievous since childhood, have become extremely well-behaved and motivated.
A touch of sadness suddenly welled up, and Wu Tie burst into tears.
The faces of Wu Zhan and others flashed by in front of him.
Wu Tie clenched his fists with a smile and lightly hit Da Tie on the head: "Old Tie, I didn't say anything, hit him... Ha, he can actually forget things?"
Lao Tie stared at Da Tie fiercely, and then sighed heavily: "It is indeed an unfinished product that was temporarily adjusted... There is something wrong with your memory... But it doesn't matter, I will find a way to cure you, wait. I come back."
Lao Tie walked towards the space behind the wall. As he walked, he muttered: "Fortunately, because of Xiao Tie's relationship, it actually touched your emotional module. The strong emotional stimulation made you remember this paragraph." Information that has been forgotten.”
"Little guy, is this your good luck... or your bad luck?"
Behind the thick metal wall, the space filled with blood was three feet wide, one foot thick, and about three feet high.
The spear was suspended in the blood. Wu Tie carefully followed Lao Tie to the space. Just taking a look at the spear, his eyeballs stung, and the invisible sharp edge on the spear made him unbearably sore. , shed two tears.
With just a glance, Wu Tie could clearly see the entirety of the spear.
The gun is about one foot long, and the barrel is smooth and clean without any decorative lines.
A ferocious-looking white tiger head was embedded on the top of the gun barrel. Among the two rows of sharp fangs of the white tiger, a gun head that was two feet and four inches long spit out, reflecting the cold light in the blood.
The head of the spear is shaped like a long sword, with the widest point being as wide as a palm. It is sharp and can be used for cutting and piercing.
In the blood light, countless extremely fine flowing light patterns are looming all over the spear, like the unpredictable cloud whirlpool in the sky, like the undercurrent rushing under the sea, or even more like countless patterns of flowers, birds, insects and fish running and rotating rapidly.
If you look closely, you will see that the spear is completely smooth and white, without any flickering lines, as if all the thin streams of light you just saw were just illusions.
"Old Tie?" Wu Tie looked at the gun blankly.
He had an inexplicable feeling that this gun was very powerful and... very scary.
It floated quietly and motionless in the blood light, just like an ancient fierce god sleeping in the tomb. When the opportunity comes one day, it will wake up from its endless dormancy and devour all living creatures in its path.
This is a downright vicious weapon.
Two groups of lightning flashed behind Lao Tie, and two slender arms stretched out from his back. He grabbed the fierce weapon with one hand and the spear Wu Tie carried behind his back with the other, and pulled out the spear.
Wielding two spears with both hands, Lao Tie casually slashed with the vicious weapon.
Silently, Wu Tie's original spear was cut into two pieces by the sharp tip of the fierce soldier's spear. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror and could reflect the silhouette of a person.
The gun head 'dingdong' fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped after touching Wu Tie's toes.
"This is..." Wu Tie stared at this fierce weapon with wide eyes.
"White Tiger Split!" Lao Tie waved the fierce weapon with both hands and stabbed straight forward.
The spear thrust forward rapidly, and the air passed through the white tiger's head. A fierce beast roar sounded, and a large ball of air exploded violently in all directions.
Wu Tie groaned, his chest seemed to have been hit hard with a hammer, stars flashed in front of his eyes, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, his body was hit by the air blast, and he flew backwards. Out more than ten meters away.
Lao Tie held up Baihu Split and swiped it with his backhand. Not a drop of the blood Wu Tie spurted fell on Baihu Split.
The eyes of the white tiger head on the head of the white tiger's cracked gun suddenly lit up, and two masses of blood flashed, like two masses of blood-colored flames inlaid in the eye sockets, exuding endless cold and evil aura.
From the tip of the gun, a little stream of light like a flame lit up, and continued to flow along the barrel of the gun. Soon the stream of light covered the entire white tiger crack, and deep tiger roars came from the tiger's head. Wu Tie was knocked away inexplicably. Suddenly he realized that he had a strange connection with this fierce weapon.
Even if he closed his eyes, he could feel that this vicious weapon was right in front of him, roaring and calling out to him.
Countless people's shouts of killing came from the White Tiger Crack.
There was overwhelming evil spirit and bloody energy emerging out of thin air.
There were countless figures flashing in front of Wu Tie's eyes. They were holding the unified white tiger split, roaring crazily, and stabbing forward in unison.
The earth-shattering tiger roar shattered the void, and the various twisted figures in front of those figures disintegrated and shattered. Huge holes were blown out of the ground, and burning boulders roared and fell overhead.
A handful of white tiger cracks stabbed towards the sky, and the white tiger's shadow rose into the sky with its pale body and eyes burning with blood flames. With the deafening roar of the tiger, it shot straight into the sky and blasted those huge burning boulders into pieces. smashed.
The illusion suddenly disappeared, leaving only the buzzing sound lingering in his ears.
Wu Tie rubbed his painful chest and stood up, staring intently at Baihu Split.
"Is he mine?" Wu Tie trembled, walking towards Lao Tie step by step, and stretched out his hands instinctively.
"This is a gun that belongs to a true warrior." Lao Tie held the white tiger split tightly and looked at Wu Tie with a deep gaze. The bloody light fell on Wu Tie. The temperature on Wu Tie's skin rose rapidly, making him sweat. All flowed down.
"In other words, this is Yang Jian's second weapon." Lao Tie said solemnly: "That shameless guy, he said that the Xiansheng True Monarch used a three-pointed two-edged sword... So, he also forged one... "
"Actually, the White Tiger Split, or the White Tiger Split Killing Spear, or the White Tiger Blood Spear... This is our standard weapon."
"However, even if it is Yang Jian's second weapon, the White Tiger Split, its material is a hundred times better than the one I used back then... a thousand times..."
Wu Tie firmly grasped the barrel of the White Tiger Splitting Spear with both hands.
Lao Tie didn't let go, and their four arms held the fierce weapon at the same time.
Wu Tie and Lao Tie looked directly at each other. Lao Tie lowered his head, came in front of Wu Tie, and said in a low voice: "The person holding the White Tiger Split... Phew... You kid is not qualified to own a White Tiger Split now, let alone Said it was the White Tiger Split that Yang Jian carried with him... "
"But who told you that you are the only one to choose now?"
"So, this White Tiger Split is yours... If you want to take over the White Tiger Split from me... you will never, absolutely, and not be allowed to do anything that will insult him... and the group of people he represents."
Wu Tie stared at Lao Tie: "I don't know how... you teach me!"
Lao Tie nodded seriously: "I'll teach you... you will be miserable... hey."
Lao Tie slowly let go of his hand, his movements were very slow, and the blood in his eyes flickered fiercely.
The feeling was like an exhausted explorer standing on the edge of a cliff, slowly letting go of the lifeline that was holding the life of his companions under the cliff.
It seemed that what he was letting go was not a spear, but a very precious life.
"Don't insult him." Lao Tie murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that this guy Da Tie actually raided him... Then you have to work a hundred times harder."
Wu Tie slowly took over the White Tiger Split.
With his arms shaking violently, Wu Tie looked at this ferocious weapon in horror.
Heavy, extremely heavy. Now that Wu Tie's Yuan Gang has been infused into his body, his strength is extremely impressive.
Even so, he could barely lift the ferocious weapon. The pressure from the white tiger crack caused severe pain in both his arms, and his bones seemed to be crushed.
A strange message poured out from the white tiger's crack, and Wu Tie suddenly understood a lot of relevant information.
He scolded in a low voice, the golden light group between his eyebrows pulsed, and an invisible force field enveloped him.
White Tiger Split let out a low tiger roar, and countless streams of light flashed on the surface of the spear. The weight of the spear suddenly became about five or six thousand kilograms, and the length and size perfectly fit Wu Tie's current height.
Waving the White Tiger Split with both hands, Wu Tie suddenly stabbed.
The air quickly passed through the tiger's head, and the white tiger split only made a subtle "whoosh" sound, which was not as shocking as the roar of the tiger that Lao Tie just made when he thrust with all his strength.
"Where?" Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie in shock.
"The strength is too weak... You are not worthy of using him now..." Lao Tie snorted coldly.
Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie as if he didn't understand. He held the White Tiger Split with both hands and shook it hard. Hearing a loud clang of metal collision, the White Tiger Split's gun barrel suddenly retracted into the tiger's head, and the gun tip It also shrank and rebounded suddenly.
The cracked white tiger head of the white tiger suddenly flew up, and a white stream of light wrapped around Wu Tie's right wrist. After a few "clang" sounds, Wu Tie's right hand had a white piece from wrist to elbow, inlaid with a white tiger head. Embossed arm guards.
"How ingenious!" Wu Tie was full of praise. Not only had he seen such a magical weapon that could change as desired, he had never even heard of it.
"You are making a fuss, you ignorant brat." Lao Tie reprimanded loudly, retracted his two arms from his body, and shouted loudly: "Okay, remember, this is an amazing weapon... don't humiliate him. …”
"Well, when a vicious soldier is born, there must be a blood sacrifice... Hahaha, where can we go to stir up trouble, get some guys who don't know whether to live or die, and sacrifice this treasure?"
The old man laughed, then roared a few times, and started talking nonsense seriously.
Datie made a low 'woo-woo' sound from the side.
He knew that after taking away the White Tiger Split, Wu Tie and Lao Tie were really going to leave.
The white metal on Datie's cheeks began to melt, and the metal juice formed into teardrops, sliding down from his metal cheeks, and when they were about to drip to the ground, they were sucked back by his huge head again.
He was, really sad.