Three days later

Led by a dwarven man, after several rounds in the deep cave, Yun Fan came to a desolate valley, and after a brief introduction from the other party, he learned that this was a mine vein that had been abandoned for many years, and few people would set foot on it.

It turned out that just last night, Yun Fan received a message from Tolkien, the elder of the dwarf clan said that he would perform a holy weapon communication technique for him, trying to awaken the long-sleeping soul calming bell spirit.

In this regard, he was naturally overjoyed, and held back the excitement of the whole night, and only after dawn did he rush to the agreed place.

As far as the eye can see, there is a narrow valley in front of you, and there is no special place, so it must be safer to have such a place.

"I've seen Elder Tolkien," Yun Fan collected his mind and stepped forward to salute respectfully.

"It's time for you to come, it's been an eventful time lately, so I won't talk nonsense, I'll only talk about important things", Tolkien's face was not very good-looking, and the hard work of the past few days made his eyes a little tired.

"There is a special formation built here, when I cast a spell, I can transmit the spell to this array, so as to go to the sleeping holy artifact machine spirit, in addition, I myself will not stay here, but I will cast a spell once a day, after seven days, if the machine spirit still has no signs of awakening, then I can't help it."

"The younger generation understands, no matter what the result is, the help of the seniors will be remembered in the heart", Yun Fan said with a grateful face, he knew that the holy artifact and the spirit of heaven and earth were such as heaven and earth, and if they wanted to wake it up, they could not force it, and it was already very good to have a little hope.

"Let's start then!", Tolkien nodded, and with his round belly, he slammed into the narrow valley one after another, and a strange formation pattern lit up, releasing a thick white mist that obscured the surrounding scene.

Immediately after, a white light lit up in the center of the valley, shooting out beams of light, connecting the entire magic circle.

"Go!", because of the magic spirit mustard seeds, Yun Fan studied the formation quite deeply, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he did not hesitate to urge the law to decide, and a white light shot out from the space ring and disappeared into the core of the formation.

This is a small bronze ancient bell, which has no miracles in appearance, and the word "soul town" is inscribed on the inside.

"The art of communication between the spirits of our clan has been passed down to ancient times, and it is the supreme secret art of the world", Tolkien stroked his beard and said, "However, humans cannot directly communicate with the sleeping spirits, so the key to this technique is to use the existing sacred weapons of our clan to achieve the purpose of communication between spiritual weapons."

"First of all, this first step requires contacting our clan's Artifact Purgatory Furnace...", Tolkien muttered to himself as he kept pinching the trick, and a strange yellow light glowed all over his body, which melted into the dirt under his feet and spread dozens of feet away.

Looking at this scene, Yun Fan sat on the other side of the valley, concentrating on the changes in the ancient bell of the soul suppression, he didn't understand the art of instrument spirit communication, he could only put his mind on the other side, hoping to find something that would stimulate the revival of the holy artifact and machine spirit.

"Heaven and earth are so big, what kind of power, which kind of thing, can wake up the sleeping soul calming bell spirit?"

......

With the activation of the formation ban, time passed silently, and for several days, Yun Fan stayed in the valley, engrossed in sensing the changes of the soul suppression bell, for fear of missing every process.

But what made him feel helpless was that no matter how miraculous Tolkien's communication skills were, they still couldn't make any changes to the silent soul bell.

......

The starry night was long, and between the uninhabited mountains, several dim streamers flew out, submerging into the huge mountains without making a single movement.

About a quarter of an hour later, a huge fire suddenly lit up in the valley where the dwarves were, followed by a deafening roar that exploded without warning.

Suddenly, the entire valley fell into chaos, shouts and screams resounded in the night sky, and light and shadow flew away in the sky, including the dwarven guards in the valley and the ordinary people who fled.

Just when everyone was unaware of the reason and their nerves were highly tense, two figures that emitted a strong light flew out of the mountains in the distance, and the powerful aura stirred up the world and the world were not at peace.

"What kind of demon dares to fight the idea of my clan's holy weapon!"

The rolling sound waves sent the void through the void, but it was Elder Tolkien's angry shout, his expression furious.

"My name is a hundred ghosts, hand over the purgatory furnace."

Opposite Tolkien, stood a demon man in a black robe with a single horn on his head, holding a large black scythe, like a Shura in hell.

"Horned Demon Clan!", Tolkien's face changed, and his eyes flashed: "If you want to fight my clan's holy weapon, you can dream."

After saying this, his eyes spewed out two long fire dragons, and he opened his mouth to spew out a jet-black furnace ding, with his body as the center, the fire dragon wrapped around the furnace ding, suppressing the range of a hundred zhang radius.

"I want to hold on and wait for help", Hyakki saw through Tolkien's plan at a glance, he sneered, brandished a black scythe, and slashed towards the fire dragon that emitted a monstrous wave of heat.

After a while, a big battle broke out in the sky, and the scene of the sky falling into a radius of ten miles fell into the scene, and the heat wave of the rolling fire dragon splashed more than a hundred miles away, and the huge fire shone on this side of the world.

An abandoned ore vein, Yun Fan hid among the boulders, looking at the fierce battle in the sky, with a trace of worry on his face, and now the secret art ban is at a critical moment, but he has encountered such a change, which really makes him sweat.

As the so-called fear of something, when Tolkien fought against the hundred ghosts, several blatant streamers did not enter the valley, and one of them flew towards Yun Fan's location, and when the person came closer, he couldn't help but be stunned, the person who came was a human race monk, and that handsome appearance was not the palace city that he was trying to investigate.

"It's really not that the enemies don't get together", Yun Fan smiled weirdly, and flew towards the other party.

"It's you!", Gong Chengcheng Shunguang hurriedly stopped, his face was shocked and angry, he never imagined that he would bump into Yun Fan here.

"Yes, Gong Shao has been fine lately", Yun Fan laughed, showing extremely calm and confident.

"Stinky boy, you give me death!".

The enemy was very red when he saw him, not to mention that he was the enemy who made him a lost dog, Gong Qicheng was in a hurry, his chest rose and fell violently, he raised the sword of the moon shadow in his hand, and stabbed forward angrily.

A spark flashed in the air, and the two of them each held their swords in their hands, and on the hard bar, one of their eyes were full of hatred, and the other looked more and more cold.

In a foreign region separated by millions of miles, this pair of destined rivals once again collided.

What will be the outcome this time?

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