Chapter 4254 This Is My Inference

The Lord of Storms never thought that these people would find a treasure like the Dragon Ball soon after entering the no-man's land. Although the grade of this Dragon Ball is not very high, the Dragon Ball itself is a supreme treasure. In addition to being directly refined to improve the blood level of the cultivator, the Dragon Ball can also be embedded in the treasure to give the treasure a certain growth potential.

As the level of the treasure is improved, the Dragon Ball will become more powerful. In the last civilization era, there was a strong man who refined the Dragon Ball into his blade, and then made the blade forcibly upgrade from the level of the Supreme Realm to the Emperor Realm step by step.

"You continue to explore in this no-man's land. If you encounter any danger, notify me as soon as possible. Even if my projection clone cannot protect you, I will ask for help as soon as possible and let other strong men take action."

The Lord of Storms vowed.

"Protect us? Protecting the treasure we got is almost the same!" Feng Qingyang's heart was like a mirror. He knew what kind of little calculations the Lord of Storms had in his mind.

But some things are seen through but not spoken.

Feng Qingyang was still grateful, and thanked the Lord of Storm again and again to express his gratitude.

Feng Qingyang and others continued to move forward. After they left, they came to an ancient battlefield in a short while. This ancient battlefield was full of murderous aura, and there were broken halberds on the ground slanting into the ground, giving people a feeling of endless desolation.

"What is this?"

Feng Qingyang saw a long sword slanting on the ground, and he couldn't help showing an excited expression. This long sword was intact, and there was an ancient and ordinary breath on it.

If his guess was correct, this long sword should be a treasure from ancient times. There were ancient inscriptions engraved on the long sword. This was definitely a weapon at the peak level of the Supreme Realm.

Although Feng Qingyang's status in the Feng Clan was not low, the weapon she was using now was just a very ordinary magic weapon at the Supreme Realm level. The long sword in front of him was several yards higher than the weapon in his hand, and he couldn't help showing an excited look in his eyes.

If he could master this long sword, his combat power would be improved by more than 10% in the future.

His expression was extremely excited.

For a cultivator, a powerful magic weapon is equivalent to his second life.

"And here, I found a shield at the peak level of the Immortal King Realm. Although this shield is a bit old, its quality is much stronger than the shields in the underworld universe now. There is a golden dragon defense formation engraved on it, which can withstand infinite murderous intent. If it is fully activated, its defense power is even not inferior to the magic weapon at the Supreme Realm level!"

The Immortal King of the Wind Clan said in a low voice.

There was a brilliant light flashing in his eyes.

This place is definitely a super treasure.

In an ancient battlefield, most of the weapons have been broken.

But just some of them that have been handed down occasionally are enough for them to benefit endlessly.

In ancient times, the civilizations of all races were brilliant.

Countless miracles bloomed, and although they disappeared in the long river of history for various reasons, the power of ancient civilization cannot be erased!

Any magic weapon in the ancient times has its unique value.

If the value of these magic weapons can be fully developed, the strength of these people can at least be improved by several levels.

This ancient battlefield was left by Fang Yue.

It is specially used to deceive these people of the Wind Clan.

Fang Yue understands that you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child, but this battlefield of all races is indeed in a no-man's land.

It's just that Fang Yue took away the only magic weapon of the half-step Tianzun level after he found it, and the other objects were never moved.

Feng Qingyang and others were so ecstatic that they completely forgot the dangerous situation they had just experienced.

At this time.

A fairy king of the Wind Clan suddenly fell to the ground, twitching all over, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes rolled back.

"Oh, don't!"

The fairy king of the Wind Clan kept twitching and moaning.

"Feng Jun, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Qingyang seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water.

He reacted instantly.

This is a no-man's land, not his own backyard.

No matter how many treasures there are, you have to be alive to get them.

"I, I..."

Feng Jun barely opened his eyes and said to Feng Qingyang.

"There's something fishy about this treasure!"

As he said that, he loosened a black token in his hand, but strangely, the token did not slide down as his palm loosened.

On the contrary, the token seemed to be stuck to his hand, sticking tightly, without any sign of falling off!

"This is impossible!"

Feng Qingyang tore the token hard, but the token did not move at all.

He, a powerful man at the supreme level, couldn't even tear off a token!

Feng Qingyang's eyes were bloodshot.

However, he could only watch Feng Jun being drained of blood and qi by the token bit by bit, and his body became thin.

"Cut off my wrist!"

At the critical moment.

Feng Jun took out the courage of a hero to cut off his wrist.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang took out a dagger and swung it, slashing it at Feng Jun's wrist.

However, a strange scene happened.

He couldn't cut it, he couldn't cut it at all!

Feng Jun's body was as tough as iron, and the dagger didn't cut a single inch of wound on Feng Jun's wrist even though it was bent.

"My body doesn't seem to belong to me anymore!"

Feng Jun was in even more pain.

"Kill me! Kill me quickly!"

Feng Jun roared.

Feng Qingyang heard this.

He gritted his teeth.

He waved the dagger in his hand again and stabbed Feng Jun's neck.

If he guessed correctly, there should be two souls living in this token.

One belongs to Feng Qingyang. The other belongs to the owner of the token.

If Feng Jun is possessed, they may face a terrifying enemy.

I'm sorry.

Feng Jun.

This time next year, I will burn more paper money for you!

Hand raised.

The knife fell!

With a click.

The dagger broke!

Feng Qingyang was completely stunned.

This is a magic weapon of the supreme realm.

Feng Jun's body is so tough that even the magic weapon of the supreme realm can't chop it!

"Hehehe, I'm finally back!"

Feng Jun's voice changed drastically, gloomy and sinister!

"Do you want to kill me?"

Feng Jun slowly got up.

His body gradually changed, his bones lengthened, he became taller, thinner, with high cheekbones, and more upright.

Feng Jun looked at Feng Qingyang gloomily.

One of his hands, like an iron hoop, grabbed Feng Qingyang's neck.

"You, who are you?"

Feng Qingyang asked with difficulty.

While delaying time.

At the same time, he notified the Lord of Storm.

This guy is too scary.

He can't beat him at all!

"Who am I?"

The soul in Feng Jun sneered.

"You don't deserve to know!"

"He doesn't deserve it, what about me?"

In Feng Qingyang's body.

The voice of the Lord of Storm came out.

Feng Qingyang really found the ancient battlefield.

Their inference was correct!

Now Feng Qingyang's value is enough for him to help!

A projection clone of the Lord of Storm descended.

His fingers slid lightly.

The wind blade fell.

Feng Jun's palm holding Feng Qingyang's throat broke at the wrist!

The Lord of Storm is the Lord of Storm after all!

Feng Jun's face turned gloomy.

Fresh flesh and blood soon appeared on the broken wrist, and the broken limb was regenerated!

"Lord of the Storm? I advise you not to wade into this muddy water! This is one of the battlefields of the ultimate battle in the ancient times! There are many powerful people buried there that you can't afford to provoke!"

Feng Jun warned.

He knew the Lord of the Storm.

Because he was also a survivor of the Kaitian era.

"The ultimate battle in the ancient times?!"

The Lord of the Storm's face did change slightly when he heard this.

But soon, his surprise turned into endless greed.

"Hahaha, I remember that countless powerful beings were buried in that battle. Are their weapons, their bones, and the treasures they left behind all here? Even where are the three artifacts that all parties fought for in the ancient times? Are they also buried in this battlefield!"

The Lord of the Storm's greed is even stronger.

In the ancient times, because of the appearance of the three artifacts, unimaginable fierce battles broke out.

White Bone Tower.

Demon Refining Pot.

Seven Star Lamp!

These three artifacts are against the sky.

It is said that several powerful emperors refined it several civilization eras ago.

They are naturally ownerless.

Everyone can use it.

Each artifact has boundless mana and is said to be able to overturn an era.

"How dare you covet those three artifacts?!"

The existence in Feng Jun's body said in astonishment.

"Do you know those artifacts..."

Before the man finished speaking.

The Lord of Storm had already attacked again.

"Want to delay time with words? No way!"

After being tricked by Fang Yue several times.

The Lord of Storm has also learned his lesson.

He does not play according to the routine and is extremely vigilant.

He knows that Feng Jun's body may really be parasitized by an extremely terrifying existence.

The reason why it is parasitism and not possession is that the existence of that level does not look down on Feng Jun's trashy body and bones.

He is delaying time, draining every bit of essence in Feng Jun's body, and then he will choose the next host.

Until his flesh and blood power is gathered.

Flesh and blood are reborn.

Several wind blades from the Lord of Storm fell.

Feng Jun's body was cut into pieces.

But it was too late.

There was not a single drop of blood in the stumps of Feng Jun scattered all over the ground.

At the cut.

The flesh and blood were wilted.

Some were slightly black, and even emitted a rotten stench.

His body seemed to have been rotting for several days.

And the strong men at the level of the Immortal King were full of blood and immortal.

At least it seemed that there should be no problem for ten or eight years.

But reality.

It was a slap in the face.

His flesh and blood power was decaying and exhausted.

It was far beyond everyone's imagination.

Feng Jun's body weathered and became countless particles and dispersed.

"I will be back!"

The soul that had just attached to Feng Jun's body said loudly.

"Huff, huff!"

Feng Qingyang survived the catastrophe.

He looked at the Lord of Storm with horror.

"What are you looking at? This clone of mine can only last for about fifteen breaths. All of you must take away the treasures on this battlefield as quickly as possible. Then leave this no-man's land!"

The Lord of Storms understood one thing.

Put the treasure in your pocket and it's safe.

Without the protection of his clone, these idiots simply cannot survive here safely.

It doesn't matter if they die.

If these treasures leave him.

He will be heartbroken.

Feng Qingyang came to his senses and ordered everyone to search for treasures as quickly as possible.

After fifteen breaths, everyone picked up at least ten treasures of their choice.

Then the Lord of Storm led everyone out of the no man's land and returned to Tiance Country.

The Lord of Storm took away 80% of the treasures.

Everyone left two!

This is their labor reward.

After all, they will be needed next time when they enter the no man's land again!

The Lord of Beiling came to ask for credit.

"My guess is right, Lord of Storm!"

Seeing that the Lord of Storm made a lot of money.

The Lord of Beiling couldn't help but show envy in his eyes.

"What did you say?"

The Lord of Storm suddenly sneered.

"This Fang Yue got treasures from the no man's land and the ancient road, it's my inference!"

The Lord of Beiling's heart moved slightly.

He had a bad feeling.

The Lord of Storm would not kill him after his rabbit was dead, would he?

"Your inference?"

"Nonsense, this is my guess!"

The Lord of Storm looked gloomy and sneered.

He would destroy the bridge after crossing it.

The guess of the Lord of Beiling came true!