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

After he finished speaking, thousands of arrows roared over, covering the sky and the sun. The rain of arrows flooded the sky and shot towards them.

In an instant, figures rose into the air.

Next to Qianyang, Zhao Han, Shi Tong and others stepped out, the sword intent broke the void, and the axe slashed everything, blocking the arrow that was shooting.

"Let's go." Qian Yang said, his body running forward, and the strong men from all sides accelerated at the same time, his figure as fast as lightning.

In front of Ye Futian, the black wind eagle wings incited, turning into a terrible hurricane to sweep away the arrows, and at the same time, he led Ye Futian and the others toward the city gate ahead.

They walked through the fog and walked into the remains. What caught their eye was a vast army of armor. This army seemed endless, and there was no end at first sight.

"Go to the military tomb." At this time, a voice came out. The speaker 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 have stepped into this ruins for more than the first time.

Where is the military tomb?

The endless vast army did not look like real people at all, but it also attacked them directly as if they had life.

"Boom." A terrifying aura covered the sky and the sun. The army below actually issued spells and headed straight for the crowd above the sky.

The beautiful eyes of the Saint Loulanxue looked downwards, and the terrible light was released from the silver eyes, and in an instant, endless arrows were frozen directly in the void.

On Ye Futian's side, the Black Wind Eagle kept spitting out wind blades downwards, but the army's arrows were not exhausted. Yun Qianmo walked down, and the sword light shone, turning into a sword rain, covering all the surrounding space, protecting the Black Wind Eagle forward.

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

What's even more terrifying is that the entire ancient city seemed to have a super strong formation, just like a real one.

Walking forward, Ye Futian discovered endless figures in Xiakong Ancient City, full of strong people.

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

Ye Futian looked at the crowd below. The aura released by the troops in silver armor was all low-level magic phases. However, in the silver armor legion, some generals in golden armor could be seen faintly, and their aura was at the intermediate-level magic phase level.

This large formation divided the troops in the ancient city into realm levels.

Loulanxue led the way, and everyone followed behind him. The speed of the group was extremely fast. At the bottom, there were occasionally legions coming to the void. However, except for Ye Futian and his group who entered the ruins, the others were all top-level Dharma figures, so the people below naturally could not stop them from moving forward.

However, Ye Futian guessed that there must be a stronger existence in this ruin.

After a while, they came to a place where many golden armored generals were guarding it below, and even there were people wearing purple gold armor. Their aura was of high-level magic.

"kill."

Beside Loulanxue, the sharp man led people forward and stepped forward. The magic image behind him appeared. A terrible storm came. In the storm, countless spears broke through the air and rushed out, madly destroying and killing the armored generals.

The rest of the people attacked one after another, and for a moment, the space went completely and soon killed everyone who was guarding here.

A tower appeared in front of it. The pagoda was solemn and majestic, with a mysterious aura inside. Many magic weapons were suspended in the surrounding area of ​​the pagoda.

"Soldier Tomb." Ye Futian's eyes flashed. Is this pagoda a military tomb?

"As long as you can take away the magic weapons here, it is yours." Loulanxue said, with a large space around it, and many magic weapons were emitting brilliance. Everyone looked at those magic weapons, ready to choose.

It is rumored that the magic weapons in the ancient ruins of Loulan are extremely difficult to take away, and they are right in front of you, but you can't take them away.

The magic weapon contains the will of kings and princes. If you want to take it away, you need to have a strong will.

Zhao Han stepped on his foot and went straight towards a sword. The sword was shining with golden light, giving people an extremely sharp feeling, and could reflect a person's face in the sword.

"My." Zhao Han stepped on his feet, with an extremely terrifying sword intent. He walked to the sword and grabbed the sword with his palm.

But at this moment, the sword burst out with amazing sword intent. This sword intent could kill everything and be invincible. In just a moment, Zhao Han let out a muffled groan, his body blew back, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

Everyone stared at him. How could the magic weapons in the ancient ruins of Loulan were so easy to obtain. If they could be taken away easily, there would be no magic weapons in the ancient ruins.

"What's going on?" Qian Yang asked Zhao Han. Although he had inquired about some information, it was the first time he had entered the ancient ruins of Loulan.

"The sword seems to have life, and it retaliates against me." Zhao Han said with a pale face.

Behind, Ye Futian stared at the magical instruments in front of him. The great freedom visualization method could see that each magical instrument contained extremely terrifying power of will in it, as if it was sealed in the magical instrument. This will probably be the will of the king and prince.

Another figure stepped out, which was a powerful man from Yunxiao Mountain Gate. When he stepped out, he was bathed in a terrible light of thunder. When his palm stretched out, his palm contained extremely terrible thunder power.

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

A terrifying thunder force exploded and swept through the void. The powerful man in Yunxiao Mountain Gate contained the terrifying thunder power, and his palms were strongly squeezing.

But at this moment, a terrifying thunder force rushed directly along the arm of the powerful man in Yunxiao Mountain Gate, and then penetrated through the other party's body frantically. The extremely terrifying will and his will defeat him. Then, the man groaned, and he was struck by lightning, his whole body was charred, and he fell into the sky, which was extremely miserable.

Several more people moved forward one after another, but none of them succeeded and all failed.

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

Loulanxue looked at all this with calm eyes. During this trip to Loulan’s ancient ruins, can’t the inheritors of the kings and princes sealed here still be found?

"Ye Futian, won't you try it?" Qian Yang looked at Ye Futian and the others and said.

"Young leader asks you first." Qian Yang stepped out, his luck exploded, and he soared dozens of feet. The luck of the prince was dazzling, instantly attracting many eyes.

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

"I'll try it for you."

Qian Yang said, then stepped out and walked towards the golden sword that Zhao Han wanted to seize before. The king's aura turned into a real dragon and surrounded his body, and the dragon's sharp claws grabbed the sword.

A shocking sword intent erupted above the sword. He ignored the power of luck and rushed directly into Qianyang's mind. Qianyang's energy returned, and his will was extremely terrifying. Close his eyes and fight against the sword intent.

The two seemed to be having an invisible confrontation. On Qian Yang's body, the terrifying sword intent was flowing on his body, making a sharp and harsh whistling sound. His will seemed to be having a fierce confrontation with this sword intent.

Zhao Han and others stared at Qianyang. After a while, sweat oozed out of Qianyang's forehead and continued to drip down his cheeks.

"Om." A sword intent roared past, Qian Yang's body retreated continuously, the sword intent dissipated, and returned to the sword. A voice came out: "It's a little bit too hot."

When everyone heard this sound, their eyes flashed, and they looked at the sword one after another. Can the sword make a sound?

Who is 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 king and the princes in the sword are immortal, and the magic tools in the military tomb are chosen to be descended from." Qianyang's eyes have a solemn meaning. The magic tools here contain life, and the will of the king and the princes are immortal, sealed in this ancient ruins and exist with the magic tools they lived in.

That sword was born with the will of the king and princes accompanying the sword and lived here forever.

If you want to obtain a magic weapon, you need to be recognized.

Ye Futian kept watching quietly, and he also realized that as Qian Yang said, these magical tools in the military tombs were actually people who chose to inherit.

"I'll try it." Ye Futian said, his footsteps forward, his eyes fell on a scepter of flames. He stepped out, and extremely hot flames appeared in his palm, and he grabbed the scepter of flames.

"First-level Dharma Realm?" Everyone's eyes flashed and looked at Ye Futian in surprise. This guy was the one who walked to the saint who stood side by side with the saint that day. His realm was so low.

The moment Ye Futian grabbed the flame scepter with his palm, an extremely violent will of flame rushed into his mind, and the terrifying force seemed to burn him directly.

Ye Futian instantly took off his hand and stepped back. He stared at the flame scepter ahead.

"Is the Saint of Loulan here?" At this time, a voice came out, and Loulanxue walked forward and said, "Here."

At this moment, a phantom of will appeared beside the flame scepter. The phantom was burning with flames. When he appeared, everyone's eyes were frozen.

"Why is it getting more and more unreasonable? People with first-level magical appearances have also put in ancient ruins and magic weapons to seize the magic weapon." The figure of fire spoke to the Saint Loulan, as if very dissatisfied.

Loulanxue looked at Ye Futian with beautiful eyes, and she didn't know that Ye Futian's realm was so low.
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