And it's not even a magic weapon.

To be honest, whether it is an ever-changing sword, a rope or a stick, it can be regarded as an origin-level magic weapon that maximizes its power.

Even if Chen Feng uses magical skills, it will be difficult to subdue the opponent for a while, unless he disperses the opponent or erases the imprint left by the opponent on the weapon.

But once the brand is erased, the weapon will collapse directly and turn into pieces, which can no longer be perfectly integrated together.

Of course, if no one intervened in the situation at hand, Chen Feng could still do this.

The Nether Ghost King has been unable to escape, and the war spear is trapped by the new helper. If even such a stick can't do anything, Chen Feng will be too embarrassed.

"The fight is quick and quick. Don't get entangled too much. The other party is not easy to mess with." The monk who used the confinement technique said.

This was said to Chen Feng, and also to Shadow Saint and the others.

Chen Feng sighed, knowing that he couldn't drag it on any longer. If he didn't explode, he would be looked down upon.

Buzz!

The energy in the palm of his hand was billowing, and the will of the River of Time and the Swamp of All Evils that Chen Feng had stored before also exploded in his hand.

The stick in his hand struggled even harder, but the struggle was fast and quiet. Some of the will was rubbed out. Then the stick tried to disintegrate in Chen Feng's palm, but was enveloped by Chen Feng's magic power again, and then

It was collected by Chen Feng.
Chapter completed!