"There is a spirit in the magic weapon above the legend, if you want to get it, you have to let go of your divine sense to perceive and communicate!"

After Lan Nong finished speaking, he closed his eyes directly, let go of his weak divine sense, and rushed into the split.

"Grass! There are at least more than 100 legendary magic weapons in the multicolored sect, just playing with perception?"

After listening to Lennon's words, the night was a little confused, and asked him a question.

But Lennon's attention was all on the cleave, and he couldn't hear what the night was saying to him.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

.....

“.......”

Seeing this thing ignore him in the dark night, he was completely dumbfounded, in the midst of the colorful split, a bunch of legendary magic weapons roared by, just playing perception, this is to perceive the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon?

And the bursts of fierce light swept through, and his own weak divine sense dared to rush in?

Not afraid of being hit hard by the sea of spiritual consciousness that will be affected?

That's enough time to delay three or five years.

Lennon didn't reply to his words at all, he stood there in the dark and scratched his ears and cheeks worrying about this and that for a long time, and finally watched him release his divine consciousness as if it was no big deal, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and also released his divine consciousness.

I feel that my weak divine consciousness is experiencing the baptism of gusts of wind between heaven and earth, as if the wind is stronger, my divine consciousness may be blown away.

Since becoming a junior necromancer, the night has never applied his divine sense, and there is no application of divine consciousness at the primary level, and he can't use the surrounding exploration, his "dog nose" is better than the weak divine sense, and at least the intermediate level divine consciousness, which is born from the sea of spiritual consciousness, can be regarded as powerful, and only then can he practice a special cultivation method.

Trembling, he controlled his divine consciousness to float towards the split, and he didn't dare to approach after stopping for a long time, for fear that this pile of worst and legendary-level magic weapons would impact his divine consciousness into snowflake fragments.

He could sense Lennon's divine sense, hovering above the few red lights at the front of the split, or rather, hovering over a barbed whip that emitted flames.

But something else is not perceptible.

Seeing this in the dark night, he was ruthless, and the place where he controlled his divine consciousness was also biased towards him, in front of the artifact of the era, the legendary-level magic weapon was still a little unsuitable for the table, and if you want to get it, you have to get a weapon of the era!

What is the difference between a man who has no ambition and a salted fish?

What's more, even Lan Nong's goods dare to attack the artifact of the era.

A few epoch weapons glowing with blood-red light are headed by a six-edged sword, the sword body is no more than three fingers wide, no more than a meter long, the sword body is full of patina, and there are patches of black mottled on it.

Although Heiye is a mage, he is also attracted by the gorgeous sword body of "beauty cannot be in beauty", which is different from the door panel sword in the West France continent now, such a slender sword is estimated to attract attention in front of anyone.

Without hesitation, he leaned his weak divine sense forward.

A cold feeling that deeply pierced his entire consciousness penetrated into his consciousness, indifference!

It was this emotion that rendered his soul.

After a stunned effort, the weak divine consciousness in the dark night was directly "pumped" away by this wave of black light!

It's soft, but it's definitely domineering!

Because it's disdainful.

When the night leaned his divine consciousness upward, he couldn't get close to the sword.

Completely dumbfounded, how can you communicate with each other?

Such a cold weapon, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and not directly shattering his divine consciousness can be considered merciful.

It is impossible for a primary-level divine consciousness to leave the body for a long time, and after a few breaths of relief, he pulled his divine consciousness back, and took out two pieces of amethyst raw ore from the space ring and absorbed them in his hand for a while, just like that, the time consumption for a moment was not ordinary, and his face was a little pale.

glanced at Lennon, who was also relieving, and said to him, "How are you?"

"It's okay! I can communicate, and I have a thirty percent hope. ”

"Don't brag to me?"

The dark night was dumbfounded again, what is this, the gap is not ordinarily damn big.

"Blow a fart! What is there to brag about this kind of thing, don't be so big in your own pursuit, you can take away two legendary-level things, after all, the requirements of the era weapon are not ordinarily harsh, I'm talking to it right now, let's talk about it first. ”

After Lennon said a word, he threw the amethyst waste in his hand on the ground, closed his eyes and left his body again.

"Nima!"

The night looked at Lennon with a confused look on his face, closing his eyes.

What does it mean to pursue yourself not so big?

I'm big, what are you?

They are all primary-level existences, what is the difference?

Why is it that you can communicate with the Epoch Artifact, and when you get to him, you can only eat behind closed doors?

A few epoch artifacts were placed in front of him, and he was allowed to chase after the legendary-level "rags" behind his ass at night, how could it be!

As far as Lan Nong's straw bag can communicate with the epoch magic weapon, he took a legendary-level magic weapon at that time, and he didn't even have the capital to brag about it.

That's not his character either.

The night was completely fascinated by the words Epoch, completely forgetting that some of the epoch weapons were not as good as epics or holy weapons.

"Isn't this forcing me to think crookedly!"

The night squatted on the ground and watched the cleave drifting up and down, muttering a sentence.

"Damn, you play normal routines with you, and you disdain me, so I'll play with you. ”

The night stood up and opened the seed of the void, and released all the zombies inside, he looked at the big sword at this time and hated a little, if that sword could have a good face for him, it didn't matter if he refused to communicate normally, he didn't even have the slightest chance, and he played an egg ball.

That can only be done in this extraordinary place, and in extraordinary ways!

Nearly 3,000 zombies jumped out of the void, and except for the sword mountain at the heights, the places below were almost full.

Directly commanding these zombies to pick up huge things from the ground, not asking what it is, just asking for it to be big and hard enough, and then commanding a part of the zombies to occupy the top of the sword mountain in front of them as much as possible, and the bottom is also covered as much as possible.

Even if it is not slow, it will try to occupy the place of "military stronghold".

The night glanced at the sneer of the flying in the sky, and he didn't believe it, Lao Tzu can't beat the big bird with a stick and can't beat you with an epoch weapon!

He took out a pile of amethyst ore from the spatial ring and put it on his side, then sat cross-legged and began to operate the method of corpse emptiness, casually setting up his vision into a high zombie soul fire, and observing and predicting the direction of this split.

Seeing which zombie it was about to pass over, the night shifted his consciousness to that zombie in advance.

When the consciousness of the night reappeared on the body of a zombie, the zombie picked up something in its hand, it seemed to be the handle of a war halberd, either a big one, or the zombie felt a little heavy in its grip.

But it doesn't matter at all, as long as it's big enough!

Looking at the magic weapon that flew low towards him from behind, the big claws of the zombie controlled by the night shook the big "fly swatter" in his hand fiercely, and the flexible fire in the hollow jumped violently for three points.

If you can shoot it, it definitely proves that this is a quick method, and if this method doesn't work, it's not too late to go back and play the normal routine!

“*&am#￥！”

The zombie controlled by the night screamed loudly when he spit out corpse gas, and the halberd handle in his hand was a blow to the big sword that disdained him just now!

Bang!

With a loud bang, the huge halberd handle in the zombie's hand directly flew a blood-red light.

The soul soul in the empty eyes of the zombie is not ordinary and real, and the attention is all on the results of his own stick, and it is not a god at all, after seeing that he has succeeded in one blow, the zombie he controls is a roar.

After seeing its landing point clearly, the dark night directly moved the divine consciousness attached to the zombie attached to the zombie nearby, and as soon as the new zombie soul could see everything in front of him, he saw a blood-red light flickering in a huge pit.

The excitement of the night shook directly!

Effective methods, very effective crooked ways, Lennon's methods are simply weak compared to him!

With a stiff step, he jumped directly into the deep pit, and the big black dry claws directly held down the blood-red light that was still beating.

The violent fluctuations were very unstable, even a powerful undead creature like a zombie almost got out of his hands, but at this time, how could he let the cooked duck fly like this.

The last two big claws were held down, and they still felt a little uncontrollable, so they directly summoned another zombie next to them to assist, and the four dry black claws instantly pressed this red light honestly.

After struggling for a while, and finally without a trace of fluctuation, the dark night slowly let go of the zombie's big claws.

How did you get dropped?

What about the world-shattering sword?

This is the thought in the mind of the night at this time, not such a killing weapon, but a ring!

A gorgeous blood-red ring with traces of time, with four colors on it, blue, red, green, and broken flowers alternate in turn, he knows that blue is the wind, red is fire, and green should represent nature, and broken silver is space!

It seemed to be the elemental ring in Lennon's mouth, but he had never seen that kind of thing and had no way of judging, so he still had to ask him in the end.

Raising the zombie's hideous head, he stared at the magic weapon carefully and took a look, the world-shattering sword just now actually led the way to fly, and circled around his zombie's head three times, and his nose was almost crooked when he saw it at this at night.

What is it?

Show off or taunt?

Or is it sympathy for the ring in his hand at this time that he has fished it out?

The blow of the stick just now was absolutely sudden enough in the night, and he had a lot of experience in the black hand, but he didn't think at all how this sword dodged this stick and made this ring a substitute for the dead.