In the face of the powerful Ye Mohui, the depressed Pope had to turn his attention to the knives and guns that were still inserted in the center of the hall, and asked that the knives and guns must also be included in the divine soldiers in the Tibetan Arsenal to calculate, and the fate of the knives and guns must be determined through a new competition. ▲∴ top▲∴▲∴▲∴,

Although the Pope's approach was a bit shameless, Ye Mohui reluctantly agreed to his conditions.

First of all, these two divine weapons have not been able to be taken out until now, and who can guarantee that there will be a way to take them out? The money that is not put in the pocket is not his own money, this view, Ye Mohui still agrees.

Secondly, if you don't compromise at all, the Holy See will really retreat, but the problem is that these birds and things are some untrustworthy bastards, once their side desperately opens the treasure, these bastards will immediately come back and snatch the treasure while the people on their side are weak.

Again, as a cultivator, why be afraid of a battle? Since in the previous wars, the Huaxia people and horses were able to rely on their strong combat power to win the possession of the treasure sword, even if they fought again, what did the Huaxia cultivators have to fear? The Arcana will definitely belong to Huaxia, at least, it can also ensure that the vast majority of the Arcana will remain in Huaxia, or fall into the hands of the Huaxia Alliance, as for these birds and things, they are only worthy of the scraps.

The last joint bombardment, unfolded again.

And at this moment, Zhang He, who was in the funeral world, finally woke up slowly.

Nima.

Feeling the sharp pain coming from every inch of his body, Zhang He couldn't help but let out a speechless sigh.

There are still dozens of miles ahead, and the ghost knows that the next step will be encountered by the perverted attack of the god horse, so although Zhang He is like an arrow, he still has to patiently recover from his injuries again.

Just as Zhang He patiently recovered from his injuries, the door of the Divine Weapon Pavilion was finally blasted open, but what made the people of the Holy See Alliance completely speechless was that the Divine Weapon Pavilion was actually an empty room.

With nothing and nothing, the depressed Pope couldn't help but feel a sense of rejoicing for his wisdom, although they may not be able to pull out the swords and guns in the hall, and they may not be able to win the Huaxia Alliance, but at least they have to fight.

The final battle was staged again, and the result was really as Ye Mohui thought, the Huaxia Alliance once again succeeded in winning the ownership of the knife and gun, but unfortunately, until now, no one can pull out the knife and gun, and because the garbage of the Holy See has been refusing to leave, Ye Mohui did not dare to try indiscriminately, so as not to have an accident, but cheapened the garbage of the Holy See Alliance.

The last thing a cultivator lacks is time, so the two sides directly stalemate, and no one wants to leave first.

In this regard, Ye Mohui didn't care about it, because Ye Mohui had already received a reminder from the Eagle King, Zhang He was definitely not dead, if he couldn't get it, this treasure still had something to do with him, so Ye Mohui was patient, patiently waiting for Zhang He's return.

In this way, he can not only keep the treasure from being stolen by the Chinese enemy, but also protect Zhang He, who is likely to appear again.

In the funeral world, the injury of a strict zhòng was finally completely recovered, and Zhang He raised his right foot again.

Nothing happens? Zhang He glanced at the weapons on both sides of the passage in disbelief, and then dropped his right foot.

After taking this step, Zhang He rested for a while, and carefully observed the weapon, before raising his right foot again, but he didn't react?

Although he has been tried twice, Zhang He still doesn't dare to take it lightly, and he still walks very carefully and cautiously, so as not to be dismembered by a knife if he is not careful.

Zhang He took another ten steps with a heart, and he still did not encounter any attack, which made Zhang He involuntarily breathe a sigh of relief.

Nima, could it be that the previous wave of attacks was really the last wave of attacks in the Burial Soldier Realm?

After walking ten steps with a heart, Zhang He was finally a little relieved, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly, and still walked very slowly and cautiously.

Without the obstruction of the attack, things became much smoother, unconsciously, Zhang He had already walked through four-fifths of the burial world, looking at the end in front of him, Zhang He subconsciously sped up, but what made Zhang He completely speechless was that after he walked ten steps again, all the weapons in the funeral world began to riot again.

"Zheng Zheng."

The sound of the crisp weapons neighed once again resounded in the funeral world, and thousands of weapons shook violently again, and countless tragic killing intent burst out from thousands of weapons again, pressing fiercely towards Zhang He.

Nima, here we go again.

Zhang He raised his right foot again, staring at the thousands of divine soldiers with a vigilant face, but to Zhang He's surprise, this time, he was not attacked in any way.

Nima, is this a situation again?

Zhang He, who was full of doubts, stayed for more than ten seconds before raising his right foot again.

"Zheng Zheng."

The neighing of the weapon became more intense, the trembling became more violent, and the killing intent also became more tragic, but what puzzled Zhang He was that he still did not encounter any attacks.

The third step was taken, and Zhang He still did not receive any attacks;

Step 4, Step 5, Step 6...... The tenth step, a full ten steps, Zhang He has never been attacked, but at this moment, in the funeral world, the hissing sound of thousands of weapons has been dense and terrifying, high-pitched and deafening, and the trembling of thousands of weapons has also become extremely violent, and the killing intent is even more tragic, which makes Zhang He can't help but feel a chill down his spine.

And what made Zhang He's heart palpitate the most was that with the trembling of thousands of divine soldiers, the entire funeral world actually trembled together, and the frequency was so fast that it was the same as the weapon, and the trembling amplitude was so large that it was difficult for Zhang He to stand firmly.

Zhang He didn't doubt that although he had never been attacked by any kind, once this attack came, it would be an extremely fatal blow, which made Zhang He involuntarily become more vigilant.

Zhang He walked even slower, and every step he took had to consume almost thirty seconds, and only after carefully determining the movement of thousands of weapons did Zhang Hefang stop.

After walking ten more steps, Zhang He still did not suffer a fatal attack, but the killing intent that was so tragic that people almost collapsed had already made Zhang He sweat all over his body, cold sweat soaked the ends of his hair, wet his clothes, and flowed down Zhang He's body like a stream, soaking a large area of the ground, leaving a clear line of footprints on the ground.

After another ten steps, the attack still did not fall, but the tragic killing intent had already made Zhang He tremble uncontrollably, and also made Zhang He feel unprecedented danger and mortal crisis.

Under the oppression of such a tragic killing intent, every step is a torment, and every step is a test of life and death.

Death is not terrible, but the feeling of waiting for death is so permeating that it makes people tremble and almost collapse.

The sudden crisis is not terrible, but in the crisis that makes people's hairs stand on end, step by step towards the crisis, step by step approaching the crisis, it is so terrible that people want to turn around and flee.

In this step-by-step march, Zhang He can clearly hear his breathing, can clearly hear his heartbeat, and can clearly feel that he is approaching collapse step by step.

But even so, Zhang He is still gritting his teeth and persevering, still moving towards the crisis step by step, step by step towards the imminent death.

One mountain at a time, one day at a time, in this step, Zhang He felt that he was walking towards hell step by step, step by step towards the abyss of terror.

"Zheng Zheng."

The neighing of thousands of weapons became high-pitched and sharp, the trembling of weapons became fierce and violent, and the tragic killing intent was even thicker than a soup, besieging Zhang He like a swamp.

Moreover, with another step, countless cold rays immediately rose from thousands of divine soldiers, exuding a chill that made people's hearts palpitate, but what made Zhang He even more shocked was that these cold rays that rose to the sky quickly changed direction, from the momentum of rising to the sky to a horizontal extension.

Thousands of cold rays were like thousands of ropes, connecting thousands of divine soldiers to each other, and with the connection of thousands of divine soldiers, at the end of the passage, a terrifying giant sword more than 100 meters long also came out, suspended high in the air at a height of 100 meters.

The more than 100-meter-long sword spanned the sky, exuding terrifying energy fluctuations, which made Zhang He feel a more intense death crisis.

Is this the final blow? Looking at the hanging death sword, Zhang He couldn't help but smile wryly on his face.

But what made Zhang He even more desperate was that this giant sword, which had already brought him a strong death crisis, did not fall immediately, but as he moved forward step by step, it was rapidly increasing at a terrifying speed, exuding more and more terrifying energy fluctuations, exuding a more terrifying death aura, and also made Zhang He clearly feel the more and more intense death crisis.