"This hahaha, in the deep mountains and valleys, almost all the dead corpses have weapons in their hands, and together I am afraid that there are at least tens of thousands, if they are all like this scimitar, if they are fighting soldiers with perfect texture and workmanship, then doesn't it mean that this is actually an inexhaustible fighting arsenal? Hahaha, these fighting soldiers are much stronger than the weapons made by [Demon Bones] and [Black Iron Essence], even the dark blacksmith Chasi, who can't forge real fighting soldiers now!"

Sun Fei's eyes swept over, looking at the dense corpses around him, as well as those weapons that were either scattered on the ground or still stuck on the bones, and his eyes couldn't help but radiate a scorching light.

Putting the scimitar fighter in the storage ring, Sun Fei's burning gaze patrolled for a while, and finally landed on a weapon that looked like a long sword two meters away.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of power poured out, taking the sword in his hand.

Like the initial appearance of the scimitar before, the sword body was covered with mottled rust and thick moss crust, which had been invaded by the vicissitudes of time, giving people a long and ancient atmosphere, Sun Fei's wrist flicked, and the rust and crust on the sword body fell off one after another, revealing the dark sword body wrapped underneath.

There is a thumb-thick blood groove on the spine of the smooth material, the sword body is covered with the texture of thin hair, there is a faint hot breath flowing, and the tip of the sword is like a python's letter, slightly forked, with two sharp barbs, flashing with a dark black strange light, as if it can devour all light, full of a kind of bewitching beauty.

Sun Fei casually slashed his sword, and the sword shook out, and a scorching aura pierced the void.

This is a fifth-order fighting soldier with a fire-type attribute, and it is not inferior to the wind-type scimitar just now!

"Hahaha, it seems that there is really no way to have a good character, an underground grotto made of a small incense wave is connected to such a treasure land, is it true that Lao Tzu's true identity is actually the illegitimate son of the creator god who left the mortal world?"

With such a huge gain, Sun Fei couldn't help but not go crazy.

Receiving the sword of the snake letter into the storage ring, Sun Fei waved in the air, and a spear more than three meters long was taken into his hand, his wrist shook, and he was about to laugh again, but he suddenly felt a light in his hand, the smile on his face froze, and his expression was extremely exciting.

It turned out that this spear, under Sun Fei's shaking, was broken inch by inch, cracked into pieces, and fell to the ground one after another, leaving only a half-meter-long handle in Sun Fei's hands.

"This ......" Sun Fei observed carefully for a while, crying and laughing.

It turns out that although this spear is also a fighting soldier, but the rank and rank are much worse than the previous scimitar and the sword of snake letter, after a long time of invasion, it has long been decayed and lost the spirituality of the fighting soldier, and has become inferior to ordinary weapons, how can it withstand a huge force like Sun Fei, and it was suddenly shattered.

"Uh...... It seems that the weapons here have not all been completely preserved, after a long time, there are also fighters who have been corroded into mortal products, it is estimated that the scimitar and the sword of snake letter, there is also loss, at first it was not just a fifth-order fighter, but after a long time, it fell from a high position to a fifth-order ......"

Sun Fei figured out a lot in an instant.

This discovery made Sun Fei feel like a small flame that had just been lit and was poured with cold urine, and he was disappointed.

The following observations also completely proved Sun Fei's guess.

There are at least three or four thousand weapons left in this desperate valley, but most of them have been destroyed in the battle, and less than a thousand are still intact, and most of these more than a thousand are rotten and become mortal, and there are even many that have been directly eroded by rust and are so dilapidated that they cannot be used at all.

You must know that even the materials used to cast the lowest-level fighting soldiers are extremely high-level and very rare magic materials and minerals, with a certain divinity and extremely high forging technology, but they can't withstand the invasion of such a long time, lose their spirituality, and no longer have any use value.

Sun Fei walked all the way, carefully selecting complete fighters among the piles of bones.

An hour later, from the many weapons left on the ground, there were finally more than 20 fighting soldiers that preserved their spirituality, all of which were below the fifth order, but there was a huge black divine sword with the highest rank, reaching the eighth order, and the power was amazing, which could increase the user's attack power by more than eight times, which was only one price difference, that is, like the [Sand of Earth Fury] used by the Emperor of Ajax and the [Black Crystal Staff] of the Crown Prince of Saint-Germain, which can be used as the treasure of the town.

Sun Fei walked very slowly, observing carefully along the way.

After another twenty minutes or so, there were more and more corpses under my feet, and dirt and weeds were getting higher and higher.

The deeper you go, the more bones there are.

And obviously, the corpses that died here in battle are extremely powerful existences in front of them, after a long time, even if the flesh and blood are corrupted and molten, their bones are still as strong as steel, releasing wisps of sharp breath, dust does not invade, wind and rain do not stain, grass does not grow, smooth as new, the hardness of the bones far surpasses the [Demon Bones].

Sun Fei returned to the [Throne of Troubled Times] and stood in the void, without stepping on the bones of these strong men.

He saw that a hundred meters in front of him, there was a silver-white stone monument about twenty meters high, which was bright and shining, standing surrounded by the corpses of many strong people, like a reef protruding from the sea, extremely conspicuous.

With a thought, I came to the stele.

Sun Fei found that within ten meters of the stele, there was not a single bone.

There are more than forty dwarven powerhouses who have died in battle, wearing magical armor, guarding this stone tablet to the death, preferring to die rather than take a step back, like a city wall, side by side around the city in a circle, blocking everyone's terrible and brutal enemies within ten meters of the stone tablet, their bodies were pierced by countless sharp blades, and they had already died, and the armor on their bodies was obviously extremely precious, but it was still bright and bright, and there were some terrifying magic fluctuations remaining.

These forty dwarven powerhouses, when they were alive, their strength was extremely terrifying, at least above the realm of the Great Sun level Venerable.

Because Sun Fei was shocked to find that after such a long time, they had unbelievably preserved their flesh from decay, through the armor, their eyebrows were vaguely recognizable, and the indestructible flesh and flesh like divine iron were slightly contracted and tightened, and they were tightly attached to the bones, looking like dried corpses, but they didn't know if the internal organs had also dried up.

They exude an extremely fierce iron and blood aura, just like living people.

Five or six-star martial artists, just afraid that before they got ten meters close to them, they would be directly killed by that rich killing machine and crushed into pieces of minced meat.

Terrible!!!

At this moment, a kind of admiration and worship among the warriors spontaneously emerged, looking at the bodies of these forty super powerhouses who were still standing despite being dead for tens of millions of years, Sun Fei only felt that the blood in his body seemed to be ignited, what kind of heroism was this, so that he could use his body to block out all the terrifying enemies like the tide?

This is a real hero!

What are they guarding?

Sun Fei's gaze looked at the open space behind the dwarven powerhouses.

The ground was a dazzling bright red, as if it had been soaked in the blood of the gods, and it was filled with a rich bloody and murderous aura, rising into the sky, and there was no grass, which was extremely terrifying.

With Sun Fei's current half-moon level top-level super strength, wearing a pair of Dark World Sixth-level magic equipment combat boots on his feet, after leaving the [Throne of Troubled Times] and stepping on this blood-red land, his strength was urged to the peak state, and he was stimulated by the murderous aura remaining on the ground, and the soles of his feet felt like bursts of steel needles pricking pain, and his feet seemed to be about to shatter.

Sun Fei's gaze was quickly attracted by a figure under the stone stele.

It was a half-reclining figure sitting on the steps below the stone tablet, the vitality had been completely cut off, but the corpse showed no signs of decay, and the eyes and eyebrows were clearly distinguishable and lifelike, as if they had just died.

His figure is slightly taller than that of ordinary dwarves, he is not wearing armor, but a very rare aqua blue robe, a silver ribbon around his waist, a golden crown inlaid with divine stones, a double-edged golden battle axe more than one meter long by his side, one hand holding a black book thirty or forty centimeters thick, the other pointing to the sky, with an angry face, angry eyes, as if condemning and questioning something!

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