On the majestic altar of the octagonal nine floors, Muria was bound by dozens of streamer chains, bound in mid-air, her black hair was scattered and fell to her waist, and her originally radiant eyes were half-squinted, looking tired as if she was sleeping.

Through the slit in his eyes, the Void Spirit could see that the young Titan's originally radiant golden pupils were now dim and dull, with a hint of dead silence.

"Tsk, the nine weapons have been cast, you won't be left untenable. Several streams of light flew out of the altar, merging into the transparent and illusory body of the Void Spirit, and then Hephaestus couldn't help but reach out his solid finger and poke Muria's cheek.

Then, Muria tilted his head and closed his eyes completely......

then

"Hum!" a vast, distant, ancient double-bladed battle axe flew out of the flames, slashing at the Void Spirit with an indomitable fury of momentum.

Without any accident, the condensed body of the Void Spirit was split in two by this battle axe, spilling into bits of streamers and merging into the ground, and the battle axe was castrated and smashed into the ground.

"Boom!" In a roar, the huge battle axe, which was twice as tall as the Muriya Titan's form, slashed directly into the ground with half of its blade, and countless cracks spread from its place.

"I say......" The Void Spirit regrouped into a body in another position, but just said two words.

"Boom!" A brilliant golden thunderbolt shot out from the Eternal Flame, instantly piercing Hephaestus's body, nailing him to the wall of the Forge Palace, and then countless fragments of thunder exploded, revealing a war spear with a mysterious god pattern.

"!" Looking at the spear that pierced his chest and was nearly two hundred meters long, Hephaestus couldn't help but curse in a low voice, and he looked at the other seven weapons that were about to move in the flames, and his face showed a hint of helplessness.

The Void Spirit's body overflowed, turning into countless streamers and merging into the walls, and his condensed body, although powerful, still could not resist the sharp edge of the weapon forged from legendary metal. The weapons he had personally created naturally knew better than anyone how powerful they were.

"Is there anything wrong with Muria, as a weapon connected to his blood, don't you feel it?" The Void Spirit was helpless, and a hint of amused voice sounded from all directions.

"He's only in a coma now, and it won't be long before he wakes up. In addition, his coma was caused by the birth of your spirit, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

The explanation of the Void Spirit made the Forge Hall silent for a long time, and the seven weapons that were about to move in the flames were no longer about to move, but quietly absorbed the ancient gods.

As for the other two weapons that flew out......

"Hum!" Above the spear, thunder exploded, and the double-edged battle axe that slashed into the metal ground trembled, and dragon flames rose. Then, spears were drawn from the walls, and tomahawks rose from cracks in the ground.

These two weapons shook twice in mid-air, swinging out a circle of spiritual patterns, as if apologizing, and finally, turned into two rays of light and rushed into the eternal Yan, as if a little embarrassed?

"Really. The Void Spirit regrouped and shook his head, he naturally couldn't have anything to do with the Spiritual Birth Weapon, it would be too cheap.

He looked at the Eternal Yan, whose color was fading, and commanded, "Cultivate yourselves in the flames, and wait for your master to wake up." ”

......

"Hmm!" In a daze, Muria, who was lying under the altar, opened her eyes, with a hint of dazedness, covered her head, and slowly stood up, her head was splitting, uncomfortable, and uncomfortable, this feeling was like a previous life that she had been working all night for several days in a row.

And after being reincarnated as a child of the Titans and Dragons, it was the first time he experienced this feeling that had been forgotten for a long time.

Of course, this discomfort is nothing, and the patience passes, and compared to the pain of the previous soul being torn apart, this is just a drop in the bucket.

"Wake up?tsk, it's a lot sooner than I expected!"

Muria turned his head to look at a titan who was looking at him in amazement, and when he saw the familiar face, Muria immediately felt the urge to rush up and smash it.

"Anyway, it's really rare for a titan like you, let's not talk about mixed blood, the key is, it's really rare that you still meditate and exercise your mental power, but this should be the reason why you woke up longer than I expected. ”

"Huh!" Muria resisted the urge to smash his fist down, after all, she had to ask him for help later.

The Titan Boy looked up at the top of the altar, on which the Eternal Yan jumped, and the altar and the Eternal Yan, which had been soaked in pale gold with his blood, had returned to their original state.

In the spirit pattern of the altar, the colorful spiritual light shines, and at the top of the altar on the ninth floor, the eternal Yan has returned to the colorless when it first appeared, and faintly, there are nine colors of divine light circulating, and above the flames, the pillar of light has been restored to the original streamer waterfall.

"My weapon!" Muria looked fixedly at the nine weapons swimming in the flames, and a sense of joy rose from the bottom of his heart.

"I, I can control them!" A sense of blood connection came from the nine weapons, and Muria held out his hand towards the top of the altar.

Then the aura rushed into the sky, and the sharp edge of the divine weapon swept through everything in the internal space of the Forge Soldier Palace.

The piercing sound echoed in the Forge Hall, sparks flew everywhere, except where Muria stood, all the places in the Forge Hall erupted with dazzling sparks, and tiny scratches appeared on the ground, walls, and ceilings, but they quickly healed like living creatures.

A nearly two-hundred-meter-long Fang Tian Painting Halberd was wrapped in wind and thunder, breaking through the flames and flying towards Muria.

Muria looked at this weapon that was completely used by adult Titans, and his heart moved, and this Fang Tian painting halberd with purple patterns on a black background and a gilded halberd blade fell into his hand, and kept shrinking.

"Smack!" When Muria held the halberd, it had completely shrunk to the size of his size.

"Boom!" The wind and thunder spread, the dragon flame ignited, Muria held the halberd, and threw the diamond-shaped blade-shaped tail end of the halberd to the ground, directly into the ground, and countless cracks spread to the place where the end of the halberd pierced.

"Halberd Name: Hell!" Muria whispered the name of the halberd in his hand, as if he had his real name when he was born, and the legendary weapon in his hand also had its own name the moment it was formed.

And the name of Fang Tian's halberd, the moment Muria held it, he already knew it through the connection between them.

At this moment, the blazing dragon flame and dazzling thunder erupted from the Prison Halberd, and then poured into Muria's body.

At the same time, on top of the battle halberd, tiny ancient divine inscriptions emerged, and a mysterious aura permeated, enveloping Muria, making him fall into the perception of soul and power on the spot.

The Divine Soldier feeds back!

Muria's aura began to slowly climb and become more powerful under the feedback of the Prison Halberd.

At Muria's feet, the golden rings of soul intent appeared one after another, seventeen and eighteen...... The nineteenth realm, which was created by the "gift" of the void spirit, and then, the twentieth soul aura slowly condensed......