"Okay." Xiao Mu nodded and walked forward with the flame scepter in his hand. Naturally, he could see that the book of flames must be useful to him who practiced flames.
Although the Saintess of Loulan said that treasures other than the artifacts need to be exchanged with the ancient country of Loulan, how can they have no other ideas, at least they can practice first in the ruins.
Ye Futian and others glanced at the flame figure. How many times is this
But he did not act. Instead, he watched Xiao Mu move forward to the battlefield. The armored soldiers in front of the drum beat the drum, and an aura of terror erupted in an instant. In the sound, heading towards Xiao Mu.
Xiao Mu's will merged into the scepter, placing the scepter in front of him, and in an instant, a terrifying flame light curtain wrapped his body, the terrible will exploded, colliding with the will power oscillating from the drum. Xiao Mu moved forward strongly to take down the Book of Flame.
Everyone behind them did not act rashly, they could feel the power of the drum of war, which was very terrifying.
After Xiao Mu took a step, the war drum vibrated again, this time even more terrifying than the first drum.
Xiao Mu frowned slightly, and his princely luck exploded fiercely, stimulating the power of the scepter. At this moment, he was like a princely figure, bathed in flames, invincible.
As the leader of Yancheng, Xiao Mu also came to the ruins after winning the prince's luck. Naturally, his strength was extremely terrifying, otherwise he would not be recognized by that magic weapon.
The violent wave of flames rolled on the battle platform, Xiao Mu's body seemed to be submerged, but he used the power of the scepter to move forward steadily. This is a battle of wills, and his princely will urges the princes. The magic weapon scepter, the will that burst out is absolutely near the princely rank, there is no reason not to get the book of flames.
As he moved forward step by step, the sound of drums shook the sky, and the people behind kept backing back, shaking and rolling in will, especially those without princely luck, they only felt that they could not bear this power at all, I am afraid that it is in the ruins. There will be no gains at all.
Without princely luck, magical instruments are needed to make up for it, but most people don't have either.
Xiao Mu, bathed in endless flames, moved forward step by step like a prince. Those soldiers beat the drums again, and the sound of the drums spread across the city. The heavens and the earth seemed to resonate, combining with the general situation of the heavens and the earth, turning them into an invincible force towards Xiao Mu Swept away.
Xiao Mu's footsteps stopped, and the terrifying heat wave blew on him, and his hand holding the scepter trembled slightly. He was already close to the book of flames, and he only needed to take another seven steps to get it.
But he has a feeling that these seven steps are hard to have a chance to take.
Xiao Mu strongly lifted his footsteps and stepped forward. There was a loud bang, and the sound of war drums rang again. In an instant, an endless storm of fire blew up between the world and the earth, and the terrifying power of will hit the scepter and beat with the sound of the war drum. Xiang Xiaomu.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Xiao Mu's body was shaken off, the power of his crazily urging the magic weapon and the scepter of his brow was extremely eye-catching, but there were still cracks, almost broken, but he still supported it, and the crack was repaired. He was gasping for breath, his face slightly pale.
"Failed." Everyone's eyes flashed, and even as powerful as Xiao Mu, they also failed, and they were still relying on the power of the princely will magic weapon, which meant that they were even more unlikely to succeed.
Behind, the sharp man beside Lou Lanxue said, "It seems difficult for anyone to get it. I don't know if the few people in the deserted city can do it."
Over the years, generations of powerful people from the ancient country of Loulan have stepped into the ruins, and many of them have been taken away.
The treasures still left in this ruin are extremely difficult to obtain.
This book of flames had been taken by the sharp man before, but failed, and he had gone further than Xiao Mu.
Saintess Lou Lanxue naturally tried it too, she almost got it, but failed in the last step.
In the place where Xiao Mu was, the flame phantom in the scepter appeared again, his expression was slightly ugly.
"Senior, I tried my best," Xiao Mu said.
"I know." Huo Ying nodded: "It seems that no one can get it. It's a pity."
Are all the treasures in the ruins of the palace so hard to get today
If this is the case, I am afraid that there will be no other gains.
The people in the back sighed when he heard what he said, unexpectedly, no one could get it.
Since the prince's phantom of will said so, it must be true.
But at this moment, a figure in white clothes stepped out and headed toward the battle platform, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
Many people looked at him and couldn't help showing a weird look. Although Ye Futian was unparalleled in talent and was recognized by the magic weapon, he had a low realm after all, and did not have the princely luck. He was so urging to use the full power of the magic weapon
What Xiao Mu couldn't do, he wanted to try
Flame Phantom was stunned when he saw Ye Futian walking by, looked at him in surprise, and said coldly: "What do you want to do?"
"Naturally try." Ye Futian looked at each other and smiled.
"Are you an idiot?" Flame figure said indifferently. He and Xiao Mu failed to join forces. Ye Futian, he wants to try
Is he worthy to try too? Simply overwhelming.
"Maybe I'm lucky." Ye Futian smiled.
"I don't know what I can do." The flame figure said coldly, Ye Futian didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward. The drums kept coming, oscillating in the eardrums, and he could faintly feel a sense of blazing heat.
The guqin was placed in front of him, Ye Futian held the piano with one hand, and the other hand plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano came out.
At this moment, the scene is like a battlefield, and the music is suitable for the general's order.
In an instant, everyone seemed to be substituted into that artistic conception, as if the front was really like a battlefield.
Ye Futian has indeed not forged the prince's luck, but he has the imperial intent and integrates it into the guqin, which can influence the will of the prince Guloulan to the greatest extent, thereby urging the power of the guqin.
The sound of the piano is long, and there is a sense of magnificent waves. In the battlefield, it seems that there are thousands of horses galloping.
On the opposite side, the drums vibrated and turned into a terrifying aura. The two auras collided and annihilated together.
Ye Futian's footsteps are very steady, as if there is a peculiar pattern. Following the rhythm of the piano, the momentum of the piano continues to grow stronger, and he takes a step with every point of strength.
With the imperial intent, urging the will of the princes and the magical weapons, the momentum of the general order is far beyond his ability to compare.
The sound of the drums and the sound of the piano are constantly clashing, and both auras are terrifying to the extreme, from weak to strong, becoming more and more terrifying, until everyone feels like they are on the battlefield, witnessing the confrontation between the two armies.
It seems that they underestimated Ye Futian again.
Seeing this momentum, he might catch up with Xiao Mu's steps.
However, there is one thing they don't understand, how exactly did Ye Futian's strength do it
How could he push the magical artifact to such a point
At this moment, the space around Ye Futian was full of flames, and the terrifying flame seemed to bury his body, but Ye Futian was enveloped by a storm of piano sound, destroying everything, like a will, the flames always Unable to break through.
He was still walking forward, and was gradually approaching the place Xiao Mu had walked.
This made Xiao Mu's face a little ugly, and the flame phantom beside him stared at Ye Futian.
Why does he look down on Ye Futian, because Ye Futian's cultivation level is too low, and there is no princely luck, this kind of strength level will not make any achievements in the ruins.
However, Ye Futian first got the magic weapon, and then took a step equivalent to Xiao Mu here, making him feel strange. Did he miss this time
"That's it." The flame figure seemed unwilling to believe that he would be wrong. He saw the drums become stronger, the momentum soared and shattered everything, the storm was simply unstoppable.
However, he saw that Ye Futian's fingers turned into phantoms, frantically plucking the strings, and a storm of piano sounds swept out. Under the general's order, he did not choose to continue to defend, instead, he actively launched an attack.
"Finding death." The flame figure looked at Ye Futian's movements and said coldly. If he continues to steadily move forward, he may be able to walk a few steps closer to the Book of Flames, but at this moment his approach is undoubtedly seeking death.
Naturally, Ye Futian would not look for death. He walked out continuously, and the sound of the piano swept up with the overwhelming will, colliding with the sound of drums, the space was like a riot, and the unparalleled power of will seemed to tear everything apart.
Under the general's order, at this moment, it seemed that a few piano sounds containing the imperial intent bypassed the attack and plunged directly into the drum of war.
"Boom." There was another loud bang, and the drums shook the sky, destroying everything, and the piano sound storm in front of Ye Futian had disappeared, and was completely exhausted in that hit just now.
"Looking for a dead end." The flame figure said indifferently, and Ye Futian was already dead in his eyes.
Others naturally saw that this attack of will would really kill Ye Futian.
But at this moment, Ye Futian raised his hand to pluck the strings, the drum and the sound of the piano seemed to resonate, and a storm of destruction erupted from the drum of war, annihilating everything.
In the next moment, under the shocking gaze of everyone, those armored soldiers who beat drums were instantly wiped out.
"This..." The pupils of the people shrank and looked at the scene before them in shock. What's going on
Ye Futian, how did he do it
The flame figure's gaze was also frozen there, Ye Futian, actually succeeded, and, moreover, obliterated those armored soldiers.
The Book of Flame was suspended there, no longer blocked.
With a flash of Xiao Mu's figure, he rushed forward, preparing to snatch.
Ye Futian turned his head and glanced at him. The guqin in his hand was plucked again, and the sound of the piano resonated with the drums again, and a monstrous will burst out. Xiao Mu's face changed drastically. With that terrifying will swept past, he was bored. He hummed, his face was pale, he stopped in an instant, and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood.
The flame figure appeared beside the scepter, his eyes were extremely unstable.
Obviously he has gone, Ye Futian is stronger than Xiao Mu.
"The sound of the piano and the drums resonate very strongly. You have my approval. Come and hold the scepter." The flame figure said, preparing to give up Xiao Mu!
ps: Early, Monday, I'm asking for a recommendation ticket!