Whirling looked at the black sword, and his face changed.

Magic Weapon ......

Pure Demon Weapon!

"Tsk." Chi Yu stood beside Fu Ling with his hands on his chest, and after seeing the situation in front of him, he chuckled: "Even the Evil Sword has been taken out, it seems that the West Ancestral Hall is not light this time." ”

Fu Ling pursed her lips and did not speak.

On the continent, weapons are divided into four stages.

Ordinary, Spiritual Weapon, Holy Weapon, Artifact.

Each stage is divided into low, medium, high, and superb.

The same goes for the weapons of the demons.

But in the end, at the point of the artifact, because it not only needs the aura of heaven and earth when it is built, but also needs the power of God, and the power of the demon is repulsed, and the demon race is not available.

Similarly, if you take apart the word 'god' in the artifact and only look at it as a stage, the sword in the hand of the West Temple is a magic weapon that belongs to the stage of 'god'.

How difficult it is to craft an artifact, how difficult it is to create a demonic energy.

There is actually a god-level superb magic weapon!

Feng Zhuo will definitely suffer!

Fu Ling was a little anxious.

How strong the power of the dark spirit root is, Fu Ling doesn't know, but according to Feng Zhuo's cultivation, if he really wants to fight, Feng Zhuo will not necessarily lose.

It's just that......

No!

Fu Ling tilted his head and looked over to Qing Zhi.

Not only Qingzhi, but also Nanlin, uncle, and other people, these people are all watching.

Fu Ling could almost imagine what kind of fate Feng Zhuo would have once he burst out of the dark spirit root in front of these people!

You can't let Feng Zhuo use it no matter what.

Especially Feng Zhuo hasn't recovered his memory yet!

"Feng Zhuo!" Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo in front of him and shouted: "You can use fire, but you can't cross the line, you must have a degree in your heart!" ”

Feng Zhuo heard Fu Ling's voice and looked over to Fu Ling.

After seeing the red feather beside Fu Ling, Feng Zhuo's face changed.

"I'm fine." Almost with Feng Zhuo's eyes, Fu Ling knew what Feng Zhuo was thinking, and said quickly: "Be careful yourself." ”

Feng Zhuo nodded when he heard this.

Seeing Feng Zhuo nodding, Fu Ling clenched his hand.

You can't let Feng Zhuo burst out with power.

If it really doesn't work, replace her.

There is already a light system, even if the dark spirit root is exposed, it doesn't matter, the dual spirit root is exposed, and at most it is regarded as a monster, it's not a big deal!

Qing Zhi restrained the pursuit of the sun.

Akabane guards the Whisk.

Emperor Lin in the north, and others in the south were restrained by those wolf beasts.

No one can help Feng Zhuo.

At this moment, the only one who could get close to the West Ancestral Hall and Fengzhuo was Bei Miao.

Bei Miao's combat effectiveness......

In the eyes of all, it is equal to zero.

Even if there is a Tiance scroll, it can't change the fact that Beimiao has zero combat effectiveness.

"Boom!"

The West Shrine waved the Evil Sword, and the moment the sword light fell, the snow that had been tossed before was cut out by the sword light.

Not only that, but the place where the power of the Evil Sword fell, it exploded with a bang.

In the splash of ice and snow, Feng Zhuo retreated a few dozen meters before leaving the explosion range of the Evil Sword.

As soon as Feng Zhuo landed, blood-colored flames flew out instantly.

Flames rose into the sky, coalescing together into a red dragon.

The giant dragon hovered above Feng Zhuo, and the deafening dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the snow under his feet trembled!

"There it is!" When Ye Mingxuan saw this scene, he was excited: "I saw it again, and it appeared again!" ”

This is not the first time Feng Zhuo has used his spiritual power to transform into a dragon form.

When dealing with Qing Zhi in Baifu before, Feng Zhuo used it. 2k reading web