There was almost no dust on the stone walls around the Ancient Demon Pavilion, and it was hard to believe that in the past thousand years, there had been no accumulation of any decaying qi. Some of the patterns on the stone wall resemble rune patterns, but these textureless stripes are densely scattered around it, and they look more like ornaments.

"Coo" Yang Long had a bitter face, but his stomach was already muttering. Yang Long hadn't eaten anything since he was captured by this guy, and Yang Long wasn't used to bringing any dry food with him. Now that his injuries had healed, Yang Long felt a little weak all over his body, and his eyes were already dizzy from hunger.

But there was not even a living creature in this hellish place, and where did he go to find something, and now the room was full of books and a pile of rubble in the corner. Looking at this appearance, this place should be a place where people lived before their lives.

Yang Long flipped through the books, and most of them were inexplicable weapons and some strange stones. The books are very detailed about these things, and the effect of wrapping each stone, which is shown here, and it seems that the owner of the house seems to have been very fond of ores.

Although Yang Long also wanted to grow his knowledge, when he saw that there were almost thousands of books that recorded all kinds of stones, he had already given up. Because even if he wanted to finish reading the things in this book, Yang Long probably didn't want to remember them all when he didn't have a few years.

Yang Long only roughly flipped through a few books, but in the process, he found that Yang Hu had fallen into a state of stupora since he saw those strange patterns on the stone wall, standing motionless like a Buddha statue.

"Alas, have you seen enough!" Yang Long looked at Yang Hu who was standing motionless in place a little helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh impatiently.

This guy stood there staring at the runes on the wall for half an hour, but there was no reaction, this guy still stood motionless, as if his whole mind had been completely attracted by the patterns on the wall.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?"

No matter what Yang Long called, this guy didn't respond, but just as he patted Yang Hu on the shoulder with his hand, something strange happened.

At the moment when Yang Long's arm first touched Yang Hu, Yang Long felt that his mind was suddenly attracted to it. As soon as the picture turned, he actually found himself in a wonderful space. Surrounded by starry dots like stars, Yang Long stood in the void, watching as various people below them were trying to repair their weapons. Some people's weapons have been changed again and again, and they don't know how to cherish and care for them, so most of them are abandoned. However, some people have repaired and repaired the weapons they keep close to them, and they love them very much.

Over time, these weapons actually produced a trace of aura on their own, and this aura was very weak and fragile. He relied on the meager breath of his master to nourish him, like the birth of a small life, which required his mother's careful pregnancy in October, and finally became a spiritual weapon.

Yang Long looked at a weapon that had just been born with a trace of aura and was abandoned by its owner, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sadness in his heart. However, he felt relieved for the masters who took care of these weak aura.

Weapons have spirits, and spirits are born, and spirits are destroyed. Yang Long even saw a world-shattering artifact in it, but this artifact died out of the world with the fall of its master, because it also had its own arrogance, except for its owner, no one in the world could control it, and it would not allow anyone to defile it.

But behind the background of the glorious life of this artifact, its birth was born from a low-cost blacksmith shop, and no one could have imagined that a rotten iron that was once about to be abandoned could go all the way to its shining position. At some point, it has also experienced the breaking of liver and intestines, and it has come alive like a fire. Every experience, every rebirth, made it more resolute, and the weak sword spirit gradually came to the point of being a strong soldier and a strong soldier by relying on his master's talent.

As a series of divine blades continued to appear in Yang Long's sight, he always held a gesture of appreciation. Yang Long admits that each of these artifacts has the ability to amaze the world, and each one reveals endless temptation, and he feels as if he has a divine weapon in his hand, and he will be fearless of the world.

These divine weapons are all real, and Yang Long even has a feeling that as long as he chooses one, then it can take you to glory and lead you to invincible. No matter your grudges, or your strength and status, it can take you to the highest point in the world. Which one here is not mastered by the most powerful hero in his life, but no matter how good the divine weapons flashed in Yang Long's eyes, there was still a rough stone spear in his mind.

There was no greed in Yang Long's eyes, and there was no mentality to keep them for himself. I'm afraid that even if these divine weapons are real now, Yang Long will not take them with him. Because, as he saw, each weapon had its own pride and aura. It's not Yang Long's, he can't control it. Even if Yang Long really had that kind of strength, he still wouldn't do it.

Because in his eyes, all the divine soldiers he has seen will be compared with the stone spears in his memory. Not compared to its glorious past and others, but compared to its own shortcomings and gaps. Therefore, Yang Long is just walking in this space like a sea of stars, looking at the spiritual weapons like stars with an appreciative attitude, not pretentious, not greedy.

Only in this way did the stone spear sensed by Yang Long become more brilliant in his eyes, as if he had a spirit in his heart.

At the same time, at this moment, a faint aura came from behind Yang Long, which was a cold and pungent smell of blood. This aura was very weak, but it was not as violent as it was in disbelief, no matter how disgusting he looked, but in the eyes of Yang Long, it was so kind. It seems that even if people all over the world hate it, Yang Long will not give it up.

It was this faint aura that pulled Yang Long back to reality, and at that moment he suddenly let go of Yang Hu's shoulder, and his heart couldn't help beating faster. Feeling the breath coming from the stone spear behind him, Yang Long was stunned.

"Is this a machine spirit?" he looked at the stone wall in front of him suspiciously, and carefully experienced the aura coming from the stone spear on his back. This stone spear has been with him for six years, rain or shine, accompanied by life and death, accompanied him I don't know how many calamities, and how many nights he has survived with it, he has long had an unusual sense of dependence on this stone spear. But this aura had never been felt by him before.

Although Yang Long did not treat this stone spear as an ordinary stone tool, but now on this occasion, Yang Long inadvertently sensed this faint breath, and his heart couldn't help but become a little nervous. It's a bit like accidentally learning that I'm going to be a father, and I'm nervous.

Listening to Whitebeard's introduction, if you want to cultivate a martial spirit, even if you have a strong cultivation, you must not only have the perseverance to know how to love weapons, but also treat the weapons around you with your heart.

However, many people will be jealous of other people's powerful spiritual weapons and divine weapons, and they will be suspicious and compete with each other. In the end, either the divine soldier will fall with the master, or it will be controlled by a more powerful person. But even if the Divine Soldier was mastered by his master's more powerful opponent, he could only exert half the power of the Divine Soldier. There are often some phenomena that are counterattacked by divine soldiers because of lack of strength.

As soon as the spirit comes out, the spirit is immortal. Once you have a machine spirit, the weapon will become more powerful as the owner grows, and even reach the realm of a divine soldier eventually.

However, at this time, Yang Long couldn't help but be a little taboo, when he met Yang Hu just now, he almost fell into this strange state and couldn't extricate himself.

"But what happened to this guy in front of you? Could it be that he is also trapped in that illusion like himself and can't extricate himself?" Yang Long began to wonder.

He learned from Yang Hu and began to look up at the pattern on the stone wall not far away, to be honest, this pattern is indeed extremely exquisite, the stripes and blood grooves on the sword are very well outlined. This is a sharp sword, and the sword intent in the painting is full of exudation, revealing a fierce killing intent.

A vision struck Yang Long's mind, this was exactly the vision that Yang Long had seen before, but since Yang Long came out of that illusion, he didn't feel that way when he looked at this pattern.

"Could it be that this guy was attracted by this vision?" Yang Long looked at Yang Hu in some surprise, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "But this guy should be from this place, and he should know more about this kind of place than himself." But how could he be bewitched by such an illusion?

But before Yang Long's contemplation was over, Yang Long saw that this guy actually started to take a few steps forward. When he walked to a distance of nearly one meter in front of the stone wall, a resistance suddenly came from the front, and this repulsive force even Yang Long, who was so far away, felt unbearable.

The power of repulsion pressed on Yang Long's body like a mountain, and it was quite difficult for him to lift his hands and feet a little now. And Yang Long felt that the closer he got to the stone wall, the greater the resistance.

"Yang Hu, what are you doing? Why does this stone wall have a repulsive force on its own. Yang Long shouted at Yang Hu in surprise.

But no matter how Yang Long called, the movement of the figure in front of him remained the same, and he resolutely stepped out step by step, and his body was unswerving.

Yang Hu approached the stone wall at this moment, and his eyes seemed to be a little confused and a little puzzled. In his slow deep left hand, a purple-black rune immediately flashed out, followed by a five-star magic circle that swirled out.

The magic circle surged out a majestic aura, and the moment the stars flickered, the entire Ancient Demon Pavilion began to tremble, as if a sleeping wild beast was about to wake up.

"Boom!" Gu Ge shuddered for a while, and a pitch-black crack slowly cracked from the divine weapon pattern on the stone wall. A long and simple atmosphere of vicissitudes came to the nose, mixed with a shocking heat wave.