The kid stopped and didn't dare to go any further. He turned around and said, "We can't go any further. There's a terrible thing sleeping in front of us."

"What do you mean, tell me."

"It's such a sharp aura. I dare not get close to the surrounding Yin energy. I'm afraid there are only legendary soldier souls."

Ning Fan asked: "What does the soul of a soldier mean?"

"It's the ghost attached to the weapon, also called the weapon soul. If a weapon can temper the weapon soul, its power will be incredible."

"So, there is a peerless magic weapon buried in this mountain?"

"It is very possible that although this ancient star is not an ancient battlefield, there must have been strong men who fell here."

Now Ning Fan has no weapons. After all, the Jingzhou Cauldron is difficult to control and cannot be used naturally. The Immortal Slashing Blade and other things are all on the earth.

It's also time to get yourself a weapon. You can't return from this cross-planetary trip empty-handed.

"Go in, no matter how powerful this is, it's just like that these years." Gu Bo said.

"Um!"

When I heard that I was about to go in, the kid hugged a tree and beat me to death and refused to go in.

So Gu Botong's eyes moved and he put the kid into a sandalwood box, and he had to lead the way.

Ning Fan stepped forward and suddenly felt a faint cold light passing by around him. It was very biting, as if it was warning him.

Fortunately, my physique is strong and I can basically go in.

When Ning Fan entered an even colder place, Gu Botong frowned and watched.

The two of them knew very well that the coldness like an ice cave did not come from the temperature, but from the sharp edge of the weapons.

Boo hoo hoo——

The air continued to pass through Ning Fan's side, leaving traces directly on Ning Fan's body. Several holes were cut out of his clothes.

"Xuanyuan, sit cross-legged here, absorbing the sharp power and tempering your body."

Because Xuanyuan couldn't walk anymore and insisting on going in would risk his life, he was asked to stay where he was and wait.

Ning Fan rushed out with a movement of his body, looking around, he saw a sword standing on a pile of rubble in the valley.

"It is indeed a magic weapon." Gu Botong appeared at the side and looked at it with hot eyes.

"Xiaofan, find a way to conquer it. With this sword in your hand, you will not be afraid of anyone in the future."

"Um!"

Ning Fan stamped his feet and turned into a black shadow and rushed out of the divine weapon.

As if threatened, the magic weapon let out a sword cry that could pierce the eardrum.

"Buzz..."

The sound of the sword spread around like ocean waves, causing Ning Fan's eyes and ears to sting so much that he screamed and fell to the ground.

For a moment, blood flowed from all the orifices, and the sound of sword clanging came in waves.

Seeing this, Gu Botong took out a flute, put it to his lips and started blowing.

The two sound waves clashed with each other, fighting invisible in the air, and green sound waves lingered around Ning Fan.

Only then did the sword sounds around him weaken a little.

"Xiao Fan, go ahead. I'll deal with Jian Ming. I'll leave the remaining soul in the sword to you, but don't show off."

"clear!"

Ning Fan's eyes were stained red by the overflowing blood. In his eyes, there was only that sword, and he immediately started to use the Heaven-Seizing Art of Creation and the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Invisible air waves surged towards the surrounding areas.

"Human, thinking of you, the human race will spare your life. This sword is not something you can covet." A strong voice came.

I saw a figure emerging from the magic weapon, with two horns on the top of his head and a silver-white battle protective body. He was holding the magic weapon and looking down at Ning Fan.
Chapter completed!