() In front of the towering sculpture of the cross gun, He Duoqi watched Xu Zhi's figure slowly move forward.

From direct glance to closed eye perception, Xu Zhi's pace is extremely slow, often taking several minutes to take a step.

He Duoqi looked at the flickering inner aura on Xu Zhi's body, and the cold sweat that overflowed from his forehead from time to time seemed to be suffering the effect of the sword.

It felt familiar to him, having been stung once before by the sharp rays of the crossbar.

The statue made him think about it, and the sharp spirit of the cross spear was unstoppable, in the Xinghuang ruins, it seemed that these were some strange treasures, which were somewhat different from the treasures he had come into contact with before.

I don't know what kind of relic civilization there was before.

Able to erect a metal sculpture more than 200 meters high, this relic is bound to bloom in a very high civilization.

If it was hundreds of thousands of years ago, they might have had a certain civilization distance from each other.

He Duoqi probed a little, and a familiar feeling came to him, and he suddenly took a step back, out of the range of influence of this cross gun sculpture, and refocused his gaze on Xu Zhi.

Xu Zhi's steps got closer and closer, and most of the day passed, and his body was already standing next to the sculpture of the cross gun.

He Duoqi saw Xu Zhi raise his right hand, and after a long time, he slowly pressed his hand on the cross gun that was more than 200 meters away.

Just the moment the hand made contact with the cross gun, the sharp light on the gun's body fell like raindrops.

When he looked up again, the sculpture no longer felt stinging, and layers of debris began to fall from the crossgun.

He Duoqi took a step, only to see that there was no difference before and after.

I can no longer feel the feeling of a sword.

The strange feeling brought by this cross gun sculpture has been broken by Xu Zhi.

"As long as you can walk to the center of the sculpture and touch the sculpture, can you break the influence?"

He Duoqi looked at Xu Zhi and thought thoughtfully.

This is the opposite of the humanoid silver sculpture, which seems to be harmless, and the calf will be finished when touched, and whoever touches it will be unlucky.

Xu Zhi seemed to have gained, perhaps he had reversed the order.

If you endure this feeling of sword and keep moving forward, you may also gain a little.

The two relics were in front of him, but each of them was not cherished, and he did not get a single benefit, He Duoqi's heart was like a knife for a while, and he felt that he was a treasure boy.

Next to the cross gun sculpture, the feeling like a tide receded, and when he opened his eyes, Xu Zhi's hand had already pressed on the cross gun sculpture.

He flipped open his palm, and the symbol engraved on the palm of his hand shattered and turned into ashes.

"Tanan, Fighter Monument."

His gaze swept over the inscription on the sacred artifact guarded by Tanan.

With the shattering of the spiritual imprint of Tanan, the inscription became dull, leaving only the handwriting of the ancient inscription.

A cold wind blew, and Xu Zhi saw that the dust on the fighter monument kept falling.

Having lost the spiritual imprint of Tanan, the life of this holy artifact seemed to be entering the twilight.

The corners of Xu Zhi's mouth twitched.

He happened to be missing a holy weapon, but it seemed that some opportunities were constantly being missed.

The Minotaurs' Sacred Earth Guardians, the mutilated Man-Eater Flower in the World Tree, or the magical rainbow that can't solve the problem of breakage.

Until the Fighter Monument in front of you.

Each of these holy weapons, Xu Zhi felt that it was stronger than the statue of the god of fire that promoted the reproduction of the jumpers.

Monarch-tier creatures that have been achieved after breaking the rank may also have higher abilities.

Xu Zhi retracted his fingers with difficulty, and casually recited a few incantations to collect the holy weapon.

The Fighter Monument did not react in the slightest.

Even he personally went into battle, Xu Zhi felt that Tanan must have opened a small stove for his race, and this holy weapon called the Fighter Tablet was probably the strongest among the many racial holy weapons.

Tanan's real name, the true name of the barbarian god.

Xu Zhi didn't know any of them.

He recited Tanan and Tanu several times, and in the end he could only watch this holy artifact go to death, and he didn't even get the holy artifact back from the stuck machine.

"Xu Shaofu, why is this cross gun statue not good?"

He Duoqi hurriedly walked over, and he touched the four upside-down spears, and then the highest cross-spear-shaped main rod.

In Ho Duoqi's perception, this sculpture with strange abilities seemed to have no effect.

If it is described in some mysterious words, He Duoqi feels that it is like a person who has lost his soul, a vessel that has lost its soul, an empty shape, and a lifeless.

The same is true for the sculpture in front of you.

As the sharpness faded, decaying rust began to permeate the massive sculpture.

This peculiar object is in the dead end.

"Maybe it's been a long time" Xu Zhi pondered: "It belongs to the outside strong and the middle, and it will be broken if it is touched, I think it is forcibly touching the porcelain." ”

"Forcibly touching porcelain?"

He Duoqi's mouth was wide open.

Xu Zhi's explanation is very far-fetched.

But Xu Zhi didn't get anything, and the recorders of the two testified that Xu Zhi did not get any external benefits.

Intrinsic?

How could He Duoqi know what Xu Zhi had gotten, and what inner wonders could be brought about by the feeling of stabbing in the sword?

He Duoqi saw this feeling as a self-protection mechanism for these strange treasures, and he felt that Xu Zhi had violently broken this protective measure.

It's just that he still hasn't understood how Xu Zhi broke it.

Forcibly approaching and touching it?

He Duoqi pinched the sculpture vigorously, and a piece of metal rusty shell was directly pinched off by him.

Speechlessly, he tossed the rusty shell to the side.

I saw a colorful bloodworm coming out of the soil nearby, and its body was wrapped around this rusty shell, pulling it into the soil, and some bloodworms came out and went up to eat it, and he was disgusted to see it.

At this time, the vicinity of the Fighter Monument is more like a feast.

As the metal dust on the sculpture flies, countless bloodworms are ready to move, burrowing out of the soil and hissing in the sky.

This scene is a bit like a sandworm on a tidal flat, and if you are not used to seeing it, it seems that your heart is prone to palpitations.

"So you guys were assisting."

Xu Zhi glanced at the sea of insects around him, and he had an understanding of how mentally retarded Tanu Spiritual Imprint behaved.

This peculiar little creature eats everything except stones, and even the Sacred Weapon Fighter Monument is not spared, constantly gnawing around.

A year or two years is not enough, ten or eight years may cause a slight invasion, or it may last for hundreds of years, hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

This kind of invasion caused a certain amount of damage to the Fighter Monument, and it was even likely to affect the play of Tanan's spiritual imprint.

It wasn't until Xu came that he made up for this last knife.

The holy vessel began its final decay.

Xu Zhi recognized the inscription on the Fighter Monument several times, and with a little tiptoe, the person had already flown to the top of the Fighter Monument like a swimming dragon.

"Xu Shaofu can really fly high."

Two hundred meters, sixty stories high, this is not the height that a normal master can fly at all.

He was no exception, and He Duoqi felt that he needed to borrow strength four or five times to jump up.

This time it can't be any more slow.

If there is some beauty in reaching the top, he also wants to drink a sip of soup, and a little thought in his mind, He Duoqi grabbed the sculpture with both hands, and also climbed up with it.

"Ah, there are so many bloodworms."

On the tip of the cross spear, He Duoqi looked at Xu Zhi with his hands tied behind his back, with a green face, looking around for a few minutes, He Duoqi thought that Xu Zhi was going to spit out some beautiful words, but he didn't expect that it was no different from ordinary people's voices.