"There are actually so many spiritual weapons in the Tianwu Sword Shrine!"

Xin Ming was amazed in his heart as he used the Spirit Snatching Creation Technique to absorb the sword spirit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the entire Yanyun, Tailing, Tianyu, and the number of spiritual weapons did not exceed the number of one hand, and there were actually three stalks in the Tianwu Sword Shrine at once!

"Great, as long as I absorb these three instrument spirits, I will definitely be able to break through the third layer of the Spirit Snatching Creation Technique!" Xin Ming hurriedly sped up the speed of absorption.

"Chirp!"

Suddenly, the three weapon spirits let out a terrible scream, struggling desperately, and the three swords pierced the point of the tornado, and the tornado was cut through a gap, and the three sword fish flew out and entered the sword tomb.

"Want to go, no way!"

Xin Ming is sucking refreshmently, how can he let it get away?

Bang Wenhua made an arrow of light and followed up with the Sword Tomb, and Ning Qingying also followed in when he saw this.

After entering the tomb gate, the space inside is getting larger and larger, and the temperature in the air is so high that there is an illusion that a person's hair is instantly scorched.

"A spiritual weapon! Oh my God! It's a spiritual weapon!"

"There are seventy-seven spiritual weapons!

"Hurry up, grab it! There are so many spiritual weapons, our chance has come!"

“......”

Xin Ming flew forward for two or three miles, and suddenly heard a scream, and he finally saw the cultivators who had entered the Sword Tomb.

At this moment, hundreds of monks are fighting to the death, just for the spirit weapon, and their eyes are already red.

From time to time, someone is shot down into a pool of magma that turns into bubbles and disappears.

On the top of the heads of the cultivators, there are more than seventy imposing swords flying, each flying sword trembles, very spiritual, although many monks have been seriously injured, but the cultivators are still not afraid of death, each showing their magical powers to capture a spiritual sword.

Suddenly, a Bangwen flew into the space of the Sword Tomb, and in front of Bangwen, there were three swords with unstable breath, swaying towards the statue on the stone platform.

"Wow, there are three more spirit weapons here!"

Many nearby monks saw the three spiritual weapons flying in from outside the sword tomb, and they came to snatch them in surprise, but they saw that following the three swords, a list of articles flew quickly, and a tornado with a grinding disc suddenly appeared, wrapping the three spiritual weapons.

"Is this a Bangwen spirit weapon that can fly autonomously?"

"Oh my God! I'm not mistaken, right? There are eighty-two spiritual artifacts here!"

"In previous years, when the sword shrine was opened, at most only one spiritual weapon appeared, why did there be so many spiritual weapons in the opening of the sword mound this time?

"What level of spiritual weapon is this list, and it can actually trap three sword spirit weapon-level divine weapons?"

“.......”

At this moment, many monks who were close to Bang Wen widened their eyes, and watched in disbelief as Bang Wen wrapped the three swords at once.

The three swords struggled incessantly, but to no avail, and finally fell silent, and the three swords turned into mortal iron, dimmed, and fell to the ground.

The statue on the stone platform on the side was indifferent to the fact that the three sword clones were devoured by the list.

"I didn't expect that a Bang Wen Spirit Weapon actually has the method of cultivating devouring! This is much stronger than the old man's Immortal Sword Body Dafa!"

"The old man's spiritual weapon, the sword spirit, is not so easy to devour!"

At this moment, the statue was not really indifferent, but after he saw Bangwen devouring four swords, including the True Spirit Sword, he became deeply interested in that Bangwen's ability.

Rolling ......

A loud bang came, and suddenly a broken gold stone fell from the top of the passage of the Sword Tomb, sealing all the retreats of all the cultivators.

"Not good!"

Many monks were caught in the battle for the divine weapons, and when they suddenly heard that the retreat route was cut off, they were shocked, and they swung their swords and slashed at the Broken Gold Stone, but found that it was useless.

At this moment, more than thirty monks had already captured the divine soldiers, and the remaining divine soldiers were floating above the magma pool, humming.

Zhang Bangchang and Zhou Bingchang had already come to Ning Qingying's side, and the three of them surrounded Bangwen and fell on a group of monks, which caused endless disbelief.

Looking at Ning Qingying's anxious expression, Xin Ming comforted. "Sister Qingying, there is no need to worry, so as to respond to all changes!"

"Hmm. ”

Ning Qingying nodded, looking at the monks who had slashed the broken gold stone with their divine weapons, but her heart sank to the bottom.

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, a loud burst of laughter came from the statue, shaking the space and causing the stones to fall in a slump.

"Lost in the east, harvested mulberry elm, is it predetermined?"

With the sound of laughter, the statue suddenly split apart, and an almost condensed pitch-black phantom floated above the stone platform, and its eyes like a ghost fire swept hundreds of monks. "It is not impossible for the souls of these hundreds of people to sacrifice and refine the four sword spirits!"

At this time, Zhang Bangchang stepped forward and looked at the phantom. "Could it be that the predecessor is the master of the Sword Tomb, Ouyang Yu?"

"Haha....... I really didn't expect that after nearly a thousand years, there would still be people who could remember me, Ouyang Yu!"

"If you can die in the hands of the old man, you can be regarded as a well-deserved death!" Ouyang Yu laughed, the phantom hand waved, and the remaining seventy-seven swords flew up together, coming to Ouyang Yu's surroundings, forming a sword vortex!

Ouyang Yu didn't look at the others, his gaze fell on Ning Qingying's side, Bang Wen's body. "The old man knows, you can understand my words, give a point of your cultivation to the old man, and the old man can make an exception and let you be the old man's lackey!"

"Old fellow, are you tired of carrying more than seventy pseudo-spirit weapons?"

Xin Ming's voice echoed in Ouyang Ming's mind, and Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed brightly, and he said. "Boy, you're really not an ordinary machine spirit!"

Xin Ming secretly despised in his heart, I am not the instrument spirit you imagined, Bangye is a human, a human, do you understand?