Chapter Seventy-Two: The Wraith

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Yang Yuanhao snorted, and sat cross-legged on the stairs at his feet with Xi Mingzhi again, and they were surrounded by lifeless air, completely surrounding them. If anyone with the eye is here, they can see that the misty dead air will always burrow into them a little bit through the pores as it drifts past them, and, most obviously, more dead air rushes to the center of the eyebrows.

If it continues like this, there will be a dark disease left in the two of them, and at that time, Tianjiao may die......

"Damn." Xi Mingzhi scolded secretly, screaming in his heart. This ancient well is so dangerous, if it weren't for Yang Yuanhao's "ruthless" attack on the third layer before, maybe he Xi Mingzhi would have died here. Even if he took out the hole card given by the Ming Hades Hall, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape and go to the Yin Cao. He looked at the thick dead air under his feet, and his mouth was bitter.

Yang Yuanhao wiped the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth, and his face was indifferent. Although he was calm and cold on the outside, the tiredness in his eyes was palpable.

1,650 zhang......

Thump!

The two of them could not support it, and immediately collapsed.

"Although the death qi here is richer than that outside the well, it is not as strong as the 'sharp' outside the well in comparison, and although there is a little bit of invading the flesh and body, most of the death qi attacks the Yuan Soul!" Yang Yuanhao forcibly ran the Yuan Ling Decision, and stood up against the dilapidated wall on the side, although his head was swollen, he could think clearly.

"Could it be? Isn't this dead air?! Or is it not just dead air?! ”

Yang Yuanhao's eyelids jumped, his handprint flipped, and a pair of white palms broke out of the air, and with the fall of Yang Yuanhao's palm, he suddenly slapped down.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the dead air rolled, and the white sky-tearing hand did not fall to the ground as expected, but suspended in mid-air with both palms.

Looking at the spellcaster Yang Yuanhao's frowning brow, it was obviously not him who did it, but maybe there was something that blocked it when the Heaven Tearing Hand fell.

What is it?!

"Xi Mingzhi ......" This is the first time that Yang Yuanhao called out the name of this lifeless son.

In that sentence, this cultivation and soul power were entrained, turning into sound waves, shaking nothingness, and sounding in the drowsy Xi Mingzhi's mind.

Airplanes!

Xi Mingzhi's mind was shocked, and a wave of clarity spread from his head to his whole body, and he opened his dull eyes, with no confusion in his eyes. But when he looked at Yang Yuanhao, he instantly understood everything, after all, he was the young hall of the Ming Hall of the World.

Call......

Gray vitality surged, wrapping around his arms. Xi Mingzhi clapped his palms together, and immediately pushed forward, his arms shook slightly, his long sleeves agitated, and his vitality rotated forward along his arms, forming a hurricane in front of him, blowing towards the dense dead air under the Sky Tearing Hands.

While......

When the hurricane descended on the dead air, it was not blown away as expected, but as if it was blowing on a sharp weapon, making a sound of "dangdang". Not only Xi Mingzhi, but even Yang Yuanhao, who knew that there was something else in the dead air, was also slightly stunned.

"What's that?!"

When Xi Mingzhi saw that his vitality hurricane had no effect, he was inevitably angry in his heart, his clothes flew up, and his vitality was frantically injected into the hurricane.

Rumble!

Call......

The hurricane intensified suddenly, as if turning into a wind dragon, looking up to the sky and roaring, under the control of Xi Mingzhi, rushing towards the dead air.

Bang.

The dead air was churning, and it was finally lifted up, and when they looked at the "thing" that was revealed after the dead air, Yang Yuanhao and the others were obviously stunned.

Machine Spirit?!

The machine spirit is a strange creature derived from the accumulation of time and years of weapon. They don't have a lot of power, but they have another ability, amplification.

The weapons derived from the spirit are no longer ordinary weapons, they have been separated from the mortal dust and are called divine weapons.

Weapons with machine spirits are more conducive to the control of the weapon owner, and they are more handy against the enemy. However, the machine spirit is simply formed? The divine soldiers who derived the spirit of the machine are all through countless experiences, surviving in the wind and rain, electric splitting and thunder, and refining an unknown number of spiritual treasures, but they can only be derived, and if they want it to be formed, they don't know how much it will take, and if they want it to give birth to spiritual wisdom, they don't know how many years.

Just like the top ten holy soldiers on the list of 100 soldiers, their weapon spirits all have self-consciousness and have their own ability to control weapons. These spirits have crossed thousands of centuries and witnessed the rise and fall of countless eras before they have this profound spiritual wisdom.

However, it is not only divine weapons that can form machine spirits, such as some weapons cast from ancient exotic gold and strange materials, and they can also be derived from machine spirits, and the future of these tool spirits is broad.

There are also some weapons, they were born in the catastrophe, and finally killed by the catastrophe, but the machine spirits survived in this world, they are like lonely souls in the world, waiting for some weapons of the newborn machine spirits, and then take them away and replace them in order to be reborn.

It's just that these machine spirits have an extremely strong resentment towards this heaven and earth, because it is the laws of this heaven and earth that destroy the "essence" that originally belonged to them. Usually this kind of instrument spirit is also called, resentful spirit.

And looking at the machine spirits revealed in this dead air, it is obvious that they are resentful spirits. It's just that, I don't know why, combined with everything before, their goal seems to be to take away Yang Yuanhao and the others!

[Today, the state is not very good, so the quality of this chapter is also relatively ......]