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"Finally, climb up!" Zhang Fan muttered weakly, he wanted to drink, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the cold wind would whistle in his mouth, making his mouth numb.

Climbing to the top of the cliff, Zhang Fan's eyes were attracted by the golden altar.

The altar is extremely sacred, and it is covered with runes of various colors, and each rune, faintly, has a Sanskrit sound flickering.

Under the rendering of the altar, the entire mountaintop was shrouded in sacredness, and Zhang Fan, who was already exhausted, and there were countless chasing soldiers behind him, but there was an indescribable tranquility in his heart at this time.

"Ahem......" A coughing sound came from behind Zhang Fan, and he turned his head to find that the unconscious shadow had woken up again.

The shadow was lying on Zhang Fan's back, his eyes were also attracted by the altar, but when he saw the blood-colored blade at the top of the altar, his face suddenly changed.

"Blood Demon Blade, how is it possible, how can this peerless murder weapon be here!"

Hearing Ying's words, Zhang Fan was also taken aback, looking at the blood-colored remnant blade at the top of the altar incredibly, just at a glance, he had a feeling of being in an endless sea of blood, and his heart, which was still quiet just now, suddenly became extremely restless, as if he had a feeling of wanting to kill people and vent.

The strong contrast made Zhang Fan almost spurt out a mouthful of blood, and after suppressing it with his strong spiritual power, he raised his head in horror and said incredulously: "You read it right, this is the Blood Demon Blade, isn't this the most powerful ancient weapon in the ancient classics, doesn't it mean that the Divine Mountain is suppressing the artifact?"

"The Blood Demon Blade is indeed an ancient weapon. Zhao Lao suddenly spoke.

Zhang Fan was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously: "Then why, isn't this sacred mountain called the place of suppression artifact?"

Zhao Lao ignored him, changed his words, and said coldly: "However, now, it is not an exaggeration to call it an artifact!"

Zhang Fan was confused by Zhao Lao's contradictory words, and at this moment, the shadow he was carrying said coldly: "The blade of the blood demon in the past did still belong to the category of ancient weapons, but now it ......."

Shadow narrowed his eyes, staring at the blood-colored remnant blade, and said coldly: "The current blood demon blade is an artifact!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Zhang Fan was completely confused, but as soon as he was about to say it, he forcibly held back, he didn't want to expose Zhao Lao's existence in front of Ying.

As if seeing Zhang Fan's doubts, Ying Yi patiently explained: "In the ancient classics, there are records of artifacts, but most of them are incomplete, but my shadow family once obtained a historical material in a seventh-order ruins, according to the records in the historical materials, the artifact itself is no different from the ancient weapon, and it can even be said that the ancient weapon exists as a reserve weapon for the artifact." ”

"However, the power of the artifact is not comparable to that of ancient weapons. When Ying said this, his expression gradually became solemn, and his right hand was raised slightly, and the ancient weapon [Elegy of the Soul] appeared in his hand.

Pointing to the [Elegy of Souls] shadow and asked, "Do you remember the phantom that formed behind me when I released the 'Elegy of Souls'?"

"Phantom?" Zhang Fan was slightly stunned, and in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the huge Demon King Phantom, and said in surprise: "You mean that, it should be a machine spirit, right?"

"Now that you know it's a machine spirit, it's much easier to explain. ”

Shadow nodded, and said expressionlessly: "The biggest difference between the artifact and the ancient weapon is that in this artifact spirit, the artifact spirit of the ancient weapon seems to be powerful, but in essence, it is still a dead thing, such as the elegy of my soul, which will only mechanically obey my orders, if I want to borrow power, I must pay the corresponding price, and at the same time, if I want to make the instrument spirit stronger, I must also pay the corresponding price." ”

Speaking of this, Shadow's expression darkened, but he recovered in an instant, and said coldly: " But the spirit of the artifact is different, the spirit of the artifact has been psychic, that is to say, each artifact has its own consciousness, that is to say, these artifact spirits will cultivate by themselves, and the longer they exist, the stronger the artifact spirit will be, although this makes it more difficult to get the artifact, if you want to get the artifact, you must have the strength to tame the artifact, but on the other hand, a magic weapon saint, if you have an artifact in your hand, then it is basically not a problem to face four or five opponents of the same level!"

Zhang Fan gasped, and couldn't help but look at the Blood Demon Blade on the altar, as if he wanted to see what the spirit in this artifact looked like.

"Don't waste your efforts, this machine spirit should have been suppressed under the altar, and now it should be in a deep sleep. Shadow looked at the Blood Demon Blade solemnly, and said as if to himself: "However, it is rumored that the Blood Demon Blade has been carrying endless killing since the moment it was born, and it is rumored that every time the Blood Demon Blade is born, it means that this continent is about to fall into endless killing, this time, I don't know who ......"

"Don't think about it so much. Zhang Fan shrugged his shoulders, although he was a little concerned about some changes in Ying, but now, it was not the time to pay attention to these things, he took a step forward, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to release a fire dragon to resist the cold.

"Boom!" A flash of red light erupted from the palm of Zhang Fan's left hand, turning into a flaming dragon and wrapping around him.

Zhang Fan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the fire dragon in front of him incredulously: "This ...... How is this possible?"

Looking left and right, he seemed to have found something, footsteps, and took a slight step back.

It was at this step that the fire dragon in his left hand was unexpectedly eclipsed, and even the red light became faint.

"I see. Zhang Fan's eyes moved, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the prohibition on the sacred mountain is ineffective at the top of the mountain, and the reason seems to be precisely because of the altar in the center, but the coverage of the altar is also limited, such as the distance of three or four meters from the edge, it just can't be covered.

Thinking about this, Zhang Fan suddenly walked across the altar with his back on his back, and during this time, he didn't even glance at the Blood Demon Blade on the high platform.

This fierce blade has existed for I don't know how many years, and the strength of the weapon spirit in it is afraid that it has already surpassed that of the ordinary magic weapon saint, and it is definitely not something that his small magic weapon can subdue.

It's just that when he walked past the altar, the Blood Demon Blade above actually fluctuated slightly, this fluctuation was extremely subtle, coupled with the cover of the divine aura around the altar, Zhang Fan didn't even notice it.

Carrying the shadow to the other side, Zhang Fan dug a pit directly in the ground, took out some huge materials from the space ring to act as a wind block, and lit a fire here, and then put a bottle of water bottle containing the primeval monitor lizard broth on the fire and slowly baked it, then threw the shadow and walked towards the peak they had climbed up before.

Looking down, Zhang Fan's face suddenly had a sneer.

On the mountain peak, there are a bunch of people lying on their stomachs, and the front ones are naturally a few people from Bai Qi, these people are only less than 100 meters away from the top of the mountain, and behind them, the heads of several super forces follow closely, but even so, these people are still close to a hundred meters away from Bai Qi.

"How can I make you come up so comfortably. Zhang Fan smiled thief, flipped his palm, and a green shuttle appeared in his hand.

At the moment when Zhang Fan poked his head out, Bai Qi also noticed Zhang Fan on the top of the mountain, and when he saw Zhang Fan take out the green shuttle, his face suddenly turned extremely blue.

"Boy, do you know what you're doing?" Bai Qi's cold tone made the originally extremely low temperature around him drop even more.

Zhang Fan didn't eat this set at all, he knew in his heart that if he let Bai Qi go, then even if there was the protection of the prohibition, it would definitely be easy for Bai Qi to kill him and Ying.

Therefore, he must hold Bai Qi, even if it can only be delayed for a short time, as long as the people behind him catch up, then Bai Qi will have absolutely no chance to make a move!

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan smiled coldly, waved his right hand violently, and the green shuttle in his hand turned into a streamer and rushed towards Bai Qi.

"You're looking for death!" Bai Qi said viciously, and before he could make a move, Bai Cangtian on the side stretched out his hand, and a small ball appeared on the top of Bai Qi's head.

The green shuttle and the ball collided in the air, and an electric current was released from the ball.

Qingshuo, who was originally extremely fast, actually stopped in the air.

When Zhang Fan saw this, he was not surprised, after all, the Bai family is a super power, if there are few magic props that can be used, is it still called the Bai family?

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan began to take out magic props one by one from the space ring one after another.

The whole body is a silver-white drill bit, a protective bead, and an elixir that will explode violently and emit thunder fire when touched......

All kinds of magic props fell towards the heads of Bai Qi and the others, and the colorful light continued to shine, looking like a fireworks show from a distance.

Bai Qi's face was disdainful at first, but soon, it turned sluggish.

Because Zhang Fan's movements did not stop, all kinds of magic props were smashed down as if they didn't want money.

"This kid, how many 'magic props' are there" Bai Qi felt a chill in his heart, looking at Zhang Fan, who looked like a humanoid ammunition depot, and then looked back at Qin Louyun, who was getting closer and closer to him, and his heart became more and more impatient.

Although several Bai family elders also took out a few magic props with good defensive ability from time to time, but the heroes couldn't stand the crowd, and after Zhang Fan smashed his head and face, Bai Wuya, who had no protective magic props in his hand, suffered first.

A ball of thunder and fire smashed on the crumbling passport in front of him, like the last straw, completely destroying all his protection.

"Boom-" With a loud bang, Bai Wuya screamed miserably and fell headlong.

At this moment, not only the Bai family was stunned, but even Qin Louyun and the others below couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. (To be continued.) )