The Legend of Futian Chapter 171: Bing tomb

Ye Futian’s eyes seemed to have penetrated through the heavy fog. When he saw the scene behind the fog, his face suddenly showed a weird look, and he shouted: “Be careful.”

　　 When his voice fell, he saw thousands of arrows roaring, covering the sky and the sun. This rain of arrows flooded the sky and shot towards them.

　　In an instant, silhouettes rose into the air.

　　Beside Qianyang, Zhao Han, Shi Tong and others stepped out, their sword intent broke the void, and the big axe smashed everything to block the arrow that was shot.

　　”Go.” Qianyang said, and his body rushed forward. The strong from all sides accelerated at the same time, and his figure was as fast as lightning.

　　 In front of Ye Futian, the black wind carved wings instigated, turning into a terrible hurricane and swept away the arrows shot, while leading Ye Futian and the others towards the front gate.

　　 They walked through the mist and stepped into the ruins. What they saw was a mighty armoured army, which seemed infinite, with no end in sight.

　　 “Go to the soldiers mound.” At this time, a voice came out. The person speaking was the sharp young man beside the saint. Ye Futian’s eyes flashed, and he ordered the black wind carving to follow the saint and the others. They may step into this ruin for more than the first time.

Where is the 　　 soldiers mound?

　　 The endless and mighty army did not look like real people at all, but it seemed to have a life, and attacked them directly.

　　 “Boom.” The terrifying aura obscured the sky, and the army below even issued a spell to the crowd above the sky.

　　 Saint Lady Lou Lanxue’s beautiful eyes looked down, the silver eyes released terrible light, and in an instant, endless arrows were directly frozen in the void.

　　Ye Futian’s side, the Black Wind Sculpture kept spitting out wind blades downwards, but the arrows of the army were not exhausted. As the clouds walked down, the sword light shone and turned into sword rain, covering all the surrounding space, protecting The Black Wind Eagle moves forward.

　　 “Ancient city.” Ye Futian raised his head and looked forward. This ancient Loulan site turned out to be a mysterious ancient city.

　　 What’s even more frightening is that the entire ancient city seems to have been arranged with a super large array, as if it were real.

　　 went all the way, Ye Futian found that there were endless figures in the ancient city of Xiakong, and there were strong people everywhere.

　　 “This is an array.” Ye Futian said, and it was a super large array that enveloped a city. They walked inside and entered this large array.

　　 Ye Futian looked at the crowd below, those armies wearing silver armor, the aura released from their bodies were all low-level law-levels, but among the silver armor legions, some generals wearing golden armors could be faintly seen. Their aura is at an intermediate level.

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

　　 Lou Lanxue led the way, the people followed behind, and the group of people was extremely fast. Below, there were occasional legions to kill in the void, but the people who entered the ruins except Ye Futian and his group were slightly inferior. People are at the top level of the Dharma, and the people below naturally cannot stop them from moving forward.

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

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

　　 “Kill.”

　　 Next to Lou Lanxue, the sharp man stepped forward with the lead. Behind him, a horrible storm came. In the storm, countless long spears broke through the air and destroyed them wildly. Kill those armored generals.

　　The rest of the people attacked one after another, and this space was completely rampant for a while, and soon everyone who was guarding here was wiped out.

　　 In front of 　　, a tower appeared. This pagoda was solemn and filled with a mysterious atmosphere. In the area around the pagoda, there were many magical artifacts suspended.

　　”Bing tomb.” Ye Futian’s eyes flashed. This pagoda is the Bing Tomb?

　　 “The magical artifacts here, as long as you can take them away, are yours.” Lou Lanxue said, the surrounding space is huge, and many magical artifacts release their brilliance, and everyone’s eyes are looking towards those magical artifacts. Ready to choose.

　　 Rumor has it that the artifacts of the ancient Loulan ruins are extremely difficult to take away. They are right in front of you, but you can’t take them away.

　　The magical implement contains the will of the prince, and to take it away, it needs to be strong enough.

　　 Zhao Han stepped on his footsteps and walked directly towards a sword. This sword was blooming with golden brilliance, giving people an extremely sharp feeling, and able to reflect the human face in the sword.

　　 “My.” Zhao Han stepped, with a terrifying sword intent on his body. He walked up to the sword and grabbed the sword with his palm.

　　 But at this moment, the sword exploded with an astonishing sword intent. This sword intent can kill everything and is invincible. Only for an instant, Zhao Han snorted, his body exploded, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood. Paled face.

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

　　 “What’s going on?” Qian Yang asked Zhao Han. Although he had already inquired about some news, it was the first time he had stepped into the ancient ruins of Loulan.

　　 “The sword seems to have life, and it bites me back.” Zhao Han said pale.

　　 Behind, Ye Futian stared at the magical artifacts in front of him, and he could see that every magical artifact contained terrifying will power in it, as if sealed in the magical artifact, this will , I am afraid it is the will of the prince.

　　 There is another figure stepping out. It is the powerhouse of Yunxiao Gate. When he stepped out, he was bathed in the terrible thunder light, and when the palm was extended, the palm contained extremely terrible thunder power.

　　 With the palm of his hand, he grabbed a thunder hammer, the whole body was filled with purple light, and he was extremely domineering.

　　 A terrifying thunder force burst, sweeping away the void, the power of the terrible thunder is contained in the palm of the Yunxiao Mountain gate powerhouse, and the palm is strong.

　　 But at this moment, a terrifying force of thunder rushed directly along the arm of the Yunxiao Mountain Gate powerhouse, and then crazily penetrated the opponent’s body, and the extremely terrifying will and his will confronted him to defeat it, and then , The man snorted, he was struck by thunder and lightning, and he was scorched all over, falling towards the sky, extremely miserable.

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

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

　　 Lou Lanxue looked at all of this calmly. During this trip to the ancient ruins of Loulan, the princely will artifacts sealed here still can’t find their descendants?

　　 “Ye Futian, don’t you try?” Qianyang looked at Ye Futian and they said.

　　”The young lord, please.” Qianyang stepped out, his luck exploded, and he swayed upwards dozens of feet, the princely luck, dazzling, and instantly attracted many eyes.

　　 “Thousands of young people will definitely be able to win the magic weapon.” Zhao Han said.

　　 “I will try for you.”

　　 Qianyang said, and then stepped out and walked towards the golden sword Zhao Han wanted to seize before. The prince’s Qi Yun turned into a real dragon and surrounded his body, and the claws of the dragon grabbed the sword.

Above the 　　 sword, an astonishing sword intent erupted, ignoring the power of Qi Luck, and directly rushed into Qian Yang’s mind, Qian Yang’s Qi Luck returned, and his will was extremely terrifying, closed his eyes and confronted that sword intent .

　　 The two seem to be engaged in an invisible confrontation. In Qianyang’s body, the terrible sword intent is flowing on his body, and he makes a sharp whistling sound, his will seems to be with this sword Intended to engage in a fierce confrontation.

　　 Zhao Han and 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, Qian Yang’s body continued to retreat, the sword intent dissipated, returning to the sword, a voice came out: “It’s too hot.”

　　 Everyone flashed their eyes when they heard the sound, and they looked at the sword. Can the sword make a sound?

　　 Who is talking then?

　　 Qianyang’s forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was a little pale, he actually failed.

　　 “In the sword, the will of the princes is immortal, and the weapons of the soldiers choose the descendants.” Qianyang’s eyes have a solemn meaning. The artifacts here contain life, and the will of the princes is immortal, sealed in this ancient relic, with They existed as the artifacts of their lives.

　　The sword is born with the will of the princes accompanied by the sword, and it will last forever.

　　If you want to obtain a Dharma artifact, you need to be recognized.

　　 Ye Futian has been quietly watching ~IndoMTL.com~ He also saw that, just as Qianyang said, the magic weapons of these military graves are actually people who choose to inherit.

　　 “I’ll try it.” Ye Futian said, his steps moved forward, his eyes fell on a flame scepter, he stepped out, the palm of his hand appeared fiery flames, toward the flame The scepter grabbed it.

　　”The realm of the first-order magic phase?” Everyone’s eyes flashed, and they looked 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.

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

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

　　”Will the Saintess of Loulan be here?” At this time, a voice came out, Lou Lanxue took a step forward and said: “Yes.”

　　 At this moment, beside the flame scepter, there was a phantom transformed by will. This phantom was burning with flames. When he appeared, everyone’s eyes were frozen.

　　 “Why it’s getting more and more outrageous, people of the first-order magic appearance also put in the ancient ruins magic weapon.” The flame figure said to the Loulan Saint, seeming very dissatisfied.

　　 Loulan Xuemei glanced at Ye Futian, and she didn’t know that Ye Futian’s realm was so low.

　　 “Is the generation inferior to the generation? Is there anyone else who wants to try.” The figure swept his eyes, looking at other human beings, the will of a person in the first-order state of the law, and could not bear his will inheritance, the peak of the law It’s just barely!

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