Ye Futian's eyes seemed to have penetrated through heavy fog. When he saw the scene after the fog, his face suddenly showed a weird look, and he shouted, "Be careful."
When his voice fell, he saw thousands of arrows roaring, covering the sky and the sun. This rain of arrows flooded the sky and shot towards them.
In an instant, a group of silhouettes rose into the air.
Beside Qian Yang, Zhao Han, Shi Tong and others stepped out, their sword intent broke the void, and the big axe shattered everything, blocking the arrow that was shot.
"Go." Qianyang said, his body rushed forward, and the strong from all sides accelerated at the same time, and his figure was as fast as lightning.
In front of Ye Futian, the black wind carved wings instigated and turned into a terrible hurricane to sweep away the arrows, and at the same time led Ye Futian and the others towards the front gate.
They walked through the mist and stepped into the ruins, and what they saw was a mighty armoured army, which seemed infinite, with no end in sight.
"Go to the soldier's grave." At this time, a voice came out. The speaker was a sharp young man beside the saint. Ye Futian's eyes flashed and he ordered the Black Wind Eagle to follow the saint and the others. They may not stop. Stepping into this ruin for the first time.
Where is the Bing Tomb
The endless and mighty army did not look like real people at all, but it seemed to have life, attacking them directly.
"Boom." The terrifying aura covered the sky and the sun, and the army below unexpectedly issued a spell and went straight to the crowd above the sky.
The beautiful eyes of Saint Lady Lou Lanxue looked down, and the silver eyes released terrible light, and in an instant, endless arrows were frozen in the void.
On Ye Futian’s side, the Black Wind Sculpture kept spitting out wind blades downwards, but the arrows of that army were not exhausted. As the clouds walked down, the sword light shone and turned into sword rain, covering all the surrounding space, protecting the black wind sculpture Forward.
"Ancient city." Ye Futian looked up and looked forward. This Loulan ancient ruins turned out to be a mysterious ancient city.
What's more frightening is that the entire ancient city seems to have been arranged with a super large array, as if it were real.
Walking all the way forward, Ye Futian found that there were endless figures in the ancient city of Xiakong, with strong men everywhere.
"This is an array." Ye Futian said, and it was a super large array covering a city. They walked inside and entered this large array.
Ye Futian looked at the crowd below. The auras released by the armies wearing silver armors were all low-level magic phases. However, among the silver armored legions, some generals wearing golden armors could faintly see their breath. , Is the intermediate level of law.
This big formation divided the army in the ancient city into realm levels.
Lou Lanxue led the way, and the people followed behind. The speed of the group of people was extremely fast. Below, there were occasional legions to kill in the void, but the people who entered the ruins except Ye Futian and his group were slightly inferior, everyone else was The top level of Dhamma exists, and the people below naturally cannot stop them from moving forward.
However, Ye Futian guessed that there must be a stronger presence in this ruin.
After a while, they came to a place where there were many golden armored generals guarding it, and there were even existences wearing purple and gold armors. Their aura was a high-level magic image.
"kill."
Beside Lou Lanxue, the sharp man stepped forward with the lead. Behind him, a horrible storm came. In the storm, countless long spears broke through the air and killed them. Armor generals.
The rest of the people started to attack one after another, and this space was completely rampant for a while, and soon everyone who was guarding here was wiped out.
In the front, a tower appeared. This pagoda was solemn and filled with a mysterious atmosphere. In the area around the pagoda, there were many magical artifacts suspended.
"Bing tomb." Ye Futian's eyes flashed, this pagoda is the Bing Tomb
"The magical artifacts here, as long as you can take them away, are yours." Lou Lanxue said, the surrounding space was huge, and many magical artifacts released their brilliance. Everyone looked at those magical artifacts and prepared to choose.
Rumor has it that the artifacts of the ancient Loulan ruins are extremely difficult to take away. They are right in front of you, but you can't take them away.
The magic weapon contains the will of the prince, and to take it away, it needs to be strong enough.
As soon as Zhao Han stepped on his footsteps, he headed directly towards a sword. This sword was blooming with golden brilliance, giving a person an extremely sharp feeling, and able to reflect a person's face in the sword.
"My." Zhao Han stepped, with a terrifying sword intent on his body. He walked up to the sword and grabbed the sword with his palm.
But at this moment, the sword exploded with an astonishing sword intent. This sword intent can kill everything and is invincible. In only an instant, Zhao Han snorted, his body exploded, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood and his face was pale.
Everyone stared at him, how could the magical instruments of the ancient ruins of Loulan be so easy to obtain? If they could be easily taken away, there would be no magical instruments in the ancient ruins long ago.
"What's the matter?" Qianyang asked Zhao Han. Although he had already inquired about some news, it was the first time he stepped into the ancient ruins of Loulan.
"The sword seems to have life, and it bites me back." Zhao Han said with a pale face.
Behind, Ye Futian stared at the magical artifacts in front of him. Da Zizheng could see that every magical artifact contained terrifying will power in it, as if contained in the magical artifact. This will, I'm afraid It is the princely will.
There was another figure stepping out. It was the powerhouse of the Yunxiao Gate. When he stepped out, he was bathed in the terrible thunder light, and when the palm was stretched out, the palm contained extremely terrifying thunder power.
In the palm of his hand, he grabbed a thunder hammer, and the whole body was filled with purple light, extremely domineering.
A terrifying thunder force burst and swept away the void, the power of the thunderous thunder was hidden in the palm of the Yunxiao Mountain Gate powerhouse, and his palm was strongly buckled.
But at this moment, a terrifying force of thunder rushed directly along the arm of the strongman of Yunxiao Mountain Gate, and then crazily penetrated the opponent's body, and the extremely terrifying will and his will defeated him. Then, the person With a muffled grunt, he was struck by thunder and lightning, and his body was scorched, and he fell towards the sky, extremely miserable.
Several people moved forward one after another, none of them succeeded, all of them failed.
The ancient ruins have existed for many years. As long as the artifacts here are still there, it means that their predecessors have not done it, and it is impossible to take them away easily.
Lou Lanxue looked at all of this calmly. During this visit to the ancient ruins of Loulan, the princely will magical artifacts sealed here still couldn't find their descendants
"Ye Futian, don't you go try it?" Qianyang looked at Ye Futian and they said.
"Young leader, please first." Qianyang stepped out, his luck exploded, and he swayed upwards. The princely luck, dazzling and dazzling, instantly attracted a lot of attention.
"Qian Shao will be able to win the magic weapon." Zhao Han said.
"I'll try it for you."
Qian Yang said, and then stepped out and walked towards the golden sword Zhao Han wanted to capture before. Wanghou Qiyun turned into a real dragon and surrounded his body, and the claws of the dragon grabbed the sword.
Above the sword, an astonishing sword intent erupted, ignoring the power of Qi Yun, and directly rushed into Qian Yang's mind. Qian Yang Qi Yun returned, his will was extremely terrifying, closed his eyes, and confronted that sword intent.
The two seemed to be engaged in an invisible confrontation. In Qianyang's body, the terrifying sword intent was flowing on his body, and he made a sharp and piercing whistling sound. His will seemed to be in harmony with this sword intent. Fierce confrontation.
Zhao Han and others all stared at Qianyang. After a while, sweat leaked from Qianyang's forehead, dripping down his cheeks.
"Om." A burst of sword intent whizzed past, Qian Yang's body continued to retreat, the sword intent dissipated, and he returned to the sword, and a voice came out: "It's too hot."
Everyone's eyes flashed when they heard the sound, and they looked at the sword one after another. Can the sword make a sound
Who is that talking
At this time, Qianyang's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was a little pale, he actually failed.
"In the sword, the will of the princes is immortal, and the weapons of the military mound will choose the descendants." Qianyang's eyes have a solemn meaning. The tools here contain life, and the will of the princes is immortal, sealed in this ancient relic, accompanied by their lives. Existence of instruments.
That sword is born with the will of the princes and the sword, and it will last forever.
If you want to obtain a Dharma implement, you need to be recognized.
Ye Futian has been watching quietly, and he can also see that, just as Qianyang said, the magic weapons of these soldiers tombs are actually choosing people to inherit.
"I'm going to try." Ye Futian said, his steps moved forward, his eyes fell on a flame scepter, he stepped out, the palm of his hand appeared extremely hot flames, and he grabbed the flame scepter. Past.
"The realm of the first-order magic phase?" 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, and his realm was so low.
The moment Ye Futian grasped the flame scepter in his palm, an extremely violent flame will rushed directly into his mind, and that terrifying force seemed to burn him directly.
Ye Futian took off his hand instantly, stepped back, and he stared at the flame scepter ahead.
"Can Saint Loulan be here?" At this moment, a voice came out, Lou Lanxue took a step forward and said, "Yes."
At this moment, beside the flame scepter, there was a phantom transformed by will. This phantom was burning with flames. When he appeared, everyone's eyes were frozen.
"Why it's getting more and more out of place, people with first-order magic appearances also put in ancient ruins magic weapons." The flame figure said to the Loulan Saint, seeming very dissatisfied.
Loulan Xuemei glanced at Ye Futian, and she didn't know that Ye Futian's realm was so low.
"Is the generation inferior to the generation? Is there anyone else who wants to try." This figure swept his eyes, looking at the will of other human beings, the first-order Dharma state realm, and he couldn't bear his will inheritance at all, and the peak of Dharma state was just reluctant. That's it!