Ye Futian's eyes seemed to have penetrated a lot of fog. When he saw the scene behind the fog, a strange look appeared on his face and he shouted: "Be careful."
As he finished speaking, he saw thousands of arrows roaring towards them, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. This rain of arrows flooded the sky and was shot towards them.
In an instant, figures rose into the sky one after another.
Beside Qianyang, Zhao Han, Shi Tong and others stepped out, their sword intent cut through the void, their big axes chopped everything, blocking the incoming arrows.
"Let's go." Qian Yang said, and ran forward. The strong men from all sides accelerated at the same time, and their bodies were as fast as lightning.
In front of Ye Futian, the wings of the black wind eagle flapped, turning into a terrifying hurricane that swept away the incoming arrows, and at the same time led Ye Futian and the others towards the city gate in front.
They stepped into the ruins through the fog, and what they saw was a mighty armored army. This army seemed to be endless, with no end in sight.
"Go to the soldiers' tomb." At this time, a voice came out, and the speaker was the sharp young man beside the saint. Ye Futian's eyes flashed, and he ordered the black wind eagle to follow behind the saint and others. They may not only First time stepping into this ruins.
Where is the military tomb
The endless and mighty army did not look like real people at all, but it seemed to be alive and attacked them directly.
"Boom." The terrifying aura covered the sky and the sun, and the army below actually issued spells and went straight to the crowd above the sky.
Saintess Lou Lanxue's beautiful eyes looked downwards, her silver eyes released a terrifying light, and in an instant, endless arrows were frozen directly in the void.
On Ye Futian's side, the Black Wind Eagle continued to spit out wind blades downwards, but the army's arrows were inexhaustible. As Yun Qianmo walked down, the sword light shone and turned into sword rain, covering the surrounding space, protecting the Black Wind Eagle. Forward.
"Ancient city." Ye Futian raised his head and looked ahead. This ancient Loulan ruins turned out to be a mysterious ancient city.
What's even more frightening is that the entire ancient city seems to have been arranged with a super powerful formation, as if it were real.
As he walked forward, Ye Futian discovered that there were endless figures in Xiakong Ancient City, and there were strong men everywhere.
"This is the formation." Ye Futian said, and it was a super powerful formation that enveloped the city. They walked inside and entered the formation.
Ye Futian looked at the crowd below. The auras released by those troops wearing silver armor were all low-level law-level. However, among the silver armored army, some generals wearing golden armor could be faintly seen. Their auras , which is the intermediate level of Dharma.
This formation divided the armies in the ancient city into different levels.
Lou Lanxue led the way, and everyone followed behind. The speed of the group was extremely fast. Below, there were occasionally legions fighting towards the void, but except for Ye Futian and his group, who were in a slightly lower realm, the people who entered the ruins were all With the existence of the top Dharma, the people below naturally cannot block their progress.
However, Ye Futian guessed that there must be a stronger existence in this ruins.
After a while, they came to a place, and there were many golden-armored generals guarding the place below. There were even people wearing purple-gold armor, and their aura was that of high-level Dharma.
"kill."
Beside Lou Lanxue, the sharp-edged man stepped forward. Behind him, the Dharma Appearance appeared, and a terrible storm came. In the storm, countless spears shot out of the air, frantically destroying and killing those Armored general.
The rest of the people started to attack one after another, and for a while the space went completely berserk, and soon everyone who was guarding here was killed.
Ahead, a tower appeared. This pagoda was solemn and solemn, with a mysterious aura inside. There were many magic weapons suspended in the area around the pagoda.
"The Soldier Tomb." Ye Futian's eyes flashed. Is this pagoda the Soldier Tomb
"As long as you can take away the magical artifacts here, they are yours." Lou Lanxue said. The surrounding space was large, and many magical artifacts were emitting light. Everyone's eyes were looking towards those magical artifacts, ready to choose.
It is rumored that the magic weapon from Loulan ancient ruins is extremely difficult to take away. It is right in front of you, but you can't take it away.
The magical weapon contains the prince's will. To take it away, you need a strong enough will.
Zhao Han stepped forward and headed directly towards a sword. The sword was glowing with golden light, giving people an extremely sharp feeling, and could reflect a person's face in the sword.
"Mine." Zhao Han stepped forward, his body containing extremely terrifying sword intent. He walked up to the sword and grabbed it with his palm.
But at this moment, the sword burst out with astonishing sword intent. This sword intent could kill everything and be invincible. In just a moment, Zhao Han groaned, his body retreated, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.
Everyone stared at him. How could it be so easy to get the magic weapon from Loulan ancient ruins? If it could be easily taken away, there would be no magic weapon in the ancient ruins.
"What's going on?" Qian Yang asked Zhao Han. Although he had already inquired about some information, this was the first time he stepped into the Loulan ancient ruins.
"The sword seems to be alive and bites me back." Zhao Han said with a pale face.
Behind him, Ye Futian stared at the magic weapons in front of him. He could see through the free view that each magic weapon contained a terrifying power of will, as if sealed inside the magic weapon. This will, I'm afraid, would It is the will of the prince.
Another figure stepped out, it was the strong man from Yunxiao Mountain Gate. When he stepped out, his whole body was bathed in the terrifying light of thunder. When he stretched out his palm, there was extremely terrifying thunder power in his palm.
His palm grabbed a thunder hammer, and his whole body was filled with purple light, which was extremely domineering.
A terrifying thunder power exploded and swept through the void. The Yunxiao Mountain Sect strongman contained terrifying thunder power in his palm, and he pressed his palm down forcefully.
But at this moment, a terrifying force of thunder rushed directly along the arm of the Yunxiao Mountain Sect strongman, and then penetrated the opponent's body crazily. The extremely terrifying will fought against his will and defeated him. Then, the man With a muffled groan, he who practiced thunder was struck by lightning. His whole body was charred and he fell towards the sky, which was extremely miserable.
Several people moved forward one after another, but no one succeeded and all failed.
The ancient ruins have existed for many years. As long as the magic weapons here are still there, it means that their predecessors have never done it. It is impossible to take it away easily.
Lou Lanxue looked at all this with calm eyes. During this trip to the Loulan ancient ruins, are the princes' magical weapons of will sealed here still unable to find their descendants
"Ye Futian, why don't you try it?" Qianyang looked at Ye Futian and said.
"Young leader, please go first." Qian Yang stepped out, his luck burst out, and he soared dozens of feet up. His princely luck was so dazzling that he instantly attracted many eyes.
"Young Master Qian will definitely be able to win the magic weapon." Zhao Han said.
"Let me try it for you."
Qian Yang said, then stepped out and walked towards the golden sword that Zhao Han wanted to seize before. The prince's luck turned into a real dragon surrounding his body, and the dragon's sharp claws grabbed the sword.
On the sword, an astonishing burst of sword intent erupted, ignoring the power of luck and rushing directly into Qianyang's mind. Qianyang's luck returned, and his will was extremely terrifying. He closed his eyes and fought against that sword intent.
The two seemed to be engaging in an invisible confrontation. In Qianyang's body, the terrifying sword intent flowed on his body, making a sharp and harsh whistling sound. His will seemed to be competing with this sword intent. A fierce confrontation.
Zhao Han and others all stared at Qianyang. After a moment, sweat broke out from Qianyang's forehead and dripped down his cheeks.
"Buzz." A burst of sword intent whizzed by. Qianyang's body continued to retreat. The sword intent dissipated and returned to the sword. A voice came out: "It's a little short of heat."
Everyone's eyes flashed when they heard the sound, and they all looked at the sword. Can the sword still make a sound
Who's talking
At this time, Qianyang's forehead was covered with sweat and his face was slightly pale. He unexpectedly failed.
"The prince's will is immortal in the sword, and the weapon in the military tomb is chosen to inherit." Qianyang's eyes have a solemn meaning. The magic weapon here contains life, and the prince's will is immortal. It is sealed in this ancient ruins, accompanying them during their lifetime. It exists as a magic weapon.
That sword has the will of the prince born with it, and it will remain here forever.
If you want to obtain the magic weapon, you need to get its recognition.
Ye Futian has been watching quietly, and he can also see that, just as Qian Yang said, the magical weapons of these military tombs are actually choosing the people to inherit.
"I'm going to try." Ye Futian said. He walked forward and his eyes fell on a flaming scepter. He stepped forward, with extremely hot flames appearing in his palms, and grabbed the flaming scepter. passed.
"First-level Dharma Realm?" Everyone's eyes flashed, and they looked at Ye Futian in surprise. This guy was the one who walked to the saint and stood side by side with the saint that day. His realm was so low.
The moment Ye Futian grasped the flaming scepter with his palm, an extremely violent will of fire rushed directly into his mind. The terrifying power seemed to burn him directly.
Ye Futian immediately let go of his hand, stepped back, and stared at the flaming scepter in front of him.
"Is Saint Loulan here?" At this time, a voice came out. Lou Lanxue took a step forward and said, "Yes."
At this moment, a shadow transformed by will appeared next to the flame scepter. This shadow was burning with flames. Seeing him appear, everyone's eyes froze.
"Why is it getting more and more outrageous? A first-level Dharma-like person also put the magic weapon in the ancient ruins." The flaming figure said to the Saint of Loulan, seeming to be very dissatisfied.
Lou Lanxue glanced at Ye Futian with her beautiful eyes. She didn't know that Ye Futian's realm was so low.
"Are each generation inferior to the last? Is there anyone else who wants to try?" This figure glanced over and looked at the other people. The will of a person in the first-level Dharma realm cannot bear the inheritance of his will. The peak Dharma realm can only barely That’s all!
(End of chapter)