Chapter 172 Soldiers Tomb

Ye Futian's eyes seemed to penetrate through the fog. When he saw the scene after the fog, his face suddenly showed a strange look, and he shouted: "Be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw thousands of arrows whizzing towards them, covering the sky and blocking the sun. This rain of arrows drowned the sky and shot towards them.

In an instant, a group of figures rose into the air.

Beside Qianyang, Zhao Han, Shi Tong, and the others stepped out, their sword intent cut off the void, and the big axe smashed everything, blocking the arrows that came from shooting.

"Let's go." Qianyang opened his mouth and said, his body rushed forward, the powerhouses from all sides accelerated at the same time, and their bodies were as fast as lightning.

In front of Ye Futian, the Black Wind Eagle's wings fanned, turning into a terrifying hurricane and swept away the arrows that were shot, and at the same time led Ye Futian and the others towards the front gate.

They walked through the fog and stepped into the ruins, and what they saw was a mighty armored army. This army seemed to be endless, and there was no end in sight.

"Go to the soldier's grave." At this time, a voice came out. The person who spoke was the sharp young man beside the saint. Ye Futian's eyes flashed, and he ordered the black wind eagle to follow the saint and others. They may not be more than First time stepping into this ruins.

Where is the soldier's grave?

The endless mighty army did not look like real people at all, but it was as if it had life and attacked them directly.

"Boom." The terrifying aura covered the sky and the sun, and the army below actually issued a spell and went straight to the crowd above the sky.

Saintess Lou Lanxue's beautiful eyes looked down, and terrifying rays of light were released from her silver eyes, and in an instant the endless arrows were directly frozen in the void.

On Ye Futian's side, the Black Wind Sculpture kept spitting out wind blades downward, but the arrows of that army were not exhausted. As Yun Qian Mo walked down, the sword light shone and turned into a rain of swords, covering the surrounding space and protecting the Black Wind Sculpture. Forward.

"Ancient city." Ye Futian looked up and looked forward, this ancient ruins of Loulan turned out to be a mysterious ancient city.

What is even more terrifying is that the entire ancient city seems to be arranged with a super-strong array, as if it were real.

Walking all the way, Ye Futian found that there are endless figures in the ancient city under the sky, and there are strong people everywhere.

"This is the formation." Ye Futian said, and it was a super-strong formation that enveloped the city. When they walked in, they entered the formation.

Ye Futian looked at the crowd below. The auras of those armies wearing silver armors were all low-level magic. However, in the silver armored army, some generals wearing golden armors could be faintly seen, their breath , it is the middle-level legal phase level.

This great formation divided the army in the ancient city into realm levels.

Lou Lanxue led the way, and everyone followed behind. The group was extremely fast. Below, there were occasionally legions killing in the void, but the people who entered the ruins, except for Ye Futian and his group, were less advanced. Dharma signs exist at the top level, and the people below naturally cannot stop them from moving forward.

However, Ye Futian guessed that there must be a stronger existence in the ruins.

After a period of time, they came to a place where there were many golden armored generals guarding it, and even there were people wearing purple gold armors, and their breath was a high-level law.

"kill."

Beside Lou Lanxue, the sharp man led his men forward and stepped forward. The Dharma image appeared behind him, and a terrifying storm descended. In the storm, countless spears shot out of the sky, madly destroying and killing those Armor general.

The rest of the people attacked one after another, and the space completely ran wild for a while, and soon all the people who were guarding here were wiped out.

In front, there is a pagoda. This pagoda is solemn and solemn, with a mysterious atmosphere inside. In the surrounding area of ​​the pagoda, there are many magical instruments suspended.

"Bing Mound." Ye Futian's eyes flashed, this pagoda is the Bing Mound?

"The instruments here, as long as you can take them away, are yours." Lou Lanxue said, the surrounding space was huge, and many instruments were shining brightly.

It is rumored that the magic weapon of the ancient ruins of Loulan is extremely difficult to take away, it is right in front of you, but you can't take it away.

The magic weapon contains the will of the prince. To take it away, the will needs to be strong enough.

As soon as Zhao Han stepped on his feet, he walked directly towards a sword. This sword shone with golden brilliance, giving people an extremely sharp feeling, which could reflect a person's face in the sword.

"Mine." Zhao Han stepped, with a terrifying sword intent on his body, he walked to the sword and grabbed it with his palm.

But at this moment, the sword broke out with an amazing sword intent. This sword intent can annihilate everything and is invincible. In just a moment, Zhao Han groaned, his body burst back, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

Everyone stared at him, how could the magic tools of the ancient ruins of Loulan be so easy to get, if it could be easily taken away, there would have been no magic tools in the ancient ruins for a long time.

"What's going on?" 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 devours me." Zhao Han said with a pale face.

In the back, Ye Futian stared at the magic tools in front of him, and he could see from the view of great freedom that every magic weapon contained a terrifying force of will, as if it was sealed inside the magic weapon. It is the will of the prince.

Another figure stepped out. It was a strong man from Yunxiao Mountain Gate. When he stepped out, he was bathed in terrifying thunder light.

His palm grabbed a thunder hammer, and the whole body was filled with purple light, extremely domineering.

A terrifying thunder force exploded and swept away the void. The strong man in Yunxiao Mountain Gate contained a terrifying thunder force in the palm of his hand, and his palm was strongly buckled.

But at this moment, a terrifying thunder force rushed straight down the arm of the Yunxiao Mountain Gate strongman, and then madly penetrated the opponent's body, and the incomparably terrifying will and his will were defeated. Then, the man With a groan, he who practiced thunder was struck by lightning, his body was charred black, and he fell towards the sky, extremely miserable.

Several people moved forward one after another, and no one succeeded, all failed.

The ancient ruins have existed for many years. As long as the magic tools here are still there, it means that their predecessors have not done it, and it is impossible to easily take them away.

Loulanxue looked at all this calmly. In this trip to the ancient ruins of Loulan, can't they still find their descendants for the magic weapon of the prince's will sealed here?

"Ye Futian, why don't you try it?" Qianyang looked at Ye Futian and said.

"Young leader, please first." Qianyang stepped out, and his luck exploded, swaying up several dozen meters. The prince's luck was dazzling and dazzling, instantly attracting a lot of attention.

"Qian Shao will definitely be able to win the magic weapon." Zhao Han said.

"I'll help you try."

Qianyang said, then stepped out and walked towards the golden sword that Zhao Han wanted to capture before. The prince's luck turned into a real dragon and surrounded his body, and the sharp claws of the dragon grabbed towards the sword.

Above the sword, an astonishing sword intent erupted, ignoring the power of luck, and rushed directly into Qianyang's mind. Qianyang's luck returned, his will was extremely terrifying, he closed his eyes and fought against that sword intent.

The two seemed to be engaged in an invisible confrontation. On Qianyang, a terrifying sword intent was flowing on his body, and he actually made a shrill whistling sound. His will seemed to be in conflict with this sword intent. A fierce confrontation.

Zhao Han and the others all stared at Qianyang. After a while, sweat oozes from Qianyang's forehead, dripping down his cheeks.

"Om." A burst of sword intent whizzed past, Qianyang's body continuously retreated, the sword intent dissipated, and returned to the sword, a voice came out: "It's almost a fire."

Everyone's eyes flashed when they heard the voice, and they all looked at the sword. Can the sword still 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.

"The will of the princes in the sword is immortal, and the weapons of the soldiers are chosen to be the heirs." Qianyang's eyes have a solemn meaning. The instruments here contain life, and the will of princes is immortal. exist as instruments.

That sword is born with the will of the prince, and it will last forever here.

If you want to get a magic weapon, you need to get it.

Ye Futian has been watching quietly, and he can also see that, as Qianyang said, the magic tools of these military tombs are actually choosing people to inherit.

"I'm going to try." Ye Futian said, he walked forward, his eyes fell on a flame scepter, he stepped forward, and a blazing flame appeared in his palm, grabbing towards the flame scepter past.

"The realm of the first-order law?" Everyone's eyes flashed, and they glanced 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.

When Ye Futian grabbed the flame scepter in his palm, an extremely violent flaming will rushed directly into his mind, and that terrifying force seemed to burn him directly.

Ye Futian let go in an instant, stepped back, and stared at the flame scepter in front of him.

"Is Saintess Loulan here?" At this moment, a voice came out, and Lou Lanxue took a step forward and said, "Yes."

I saw that at this moment, beside the flame scepter, there was a phantom of will. This phantom was burning with flames. Seeing him appear, everyone's eyes were frozen.

"Why is it getting more and more outrageous, the people of the first-order magician also put the ancient ruins magic weapon." The flame figure said to the Loulan saint, and seemed very dissatisfied.

Lou Lanxue glanced at Ye Futian, and she didn't know that Ye Futian's realm was so low.

"A generation is not as good as a generation, is there anyone else to try?" The figure swept his eyes and looked at other people. The will of a person in the realm of the first-order dharma can't bear the inheritance of his will, and the peak of dharma is only reluctant. That's it!