Ye Xiaotian walked around the town for a while, bought some things that he didn't have, and the refining materials and elixirs he might need, and left the town, disappearing in a few steps. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The spear in Ye Xiaotian's hand was about to break the second layer of seals, and Ye Xiaotian didn't want to let the spear be unsealed in full view of everyone when he encountered a robber next time, so Ye Xiaotian planned to go out of the city to hunt and carry out a big sweep.

The technique of Xuanguang can allow Ye Xiaotian to take charge of the overall situation, find the right opportunity, and break them one by one. This time, Ye Xiaotian learned to be obedient and learned a lesson, not only did he change his appearance, but even his figure changed.

In this way, even if a person or force of a certain family is killed by mistake, they are not afraid that they are wanted, anyway, this is a trumped-up identity.

The robber evil gods around this town are destined to become the merit in Ye Xiaotian's hands and the energy of the divine spear to break the seal.

Ten days is not a long time, but with Ye Xiaotian's methods and calculations, he basically eliminated them at the speed of about thirty or forty robber gods a day, leaving no trace and leaving no one alive.

The speed of the sharpshooter was getting faster and faster, faster, and it felt a little bit worse.

On the ninth day, after Ye Xiaotian shot through his throat and sucked a Xuan-level god dry, the spear finally changed, and strange spells began to appear on the body of the spear, and the ball light representing the second seal flashed, but it was a flash, and the body of the spear regained its calm after a while, there was no major change, but the body of the spear appeared more restrained and without reflection.

Ye Xiaotian tried it and found that the weight had increased tenfold, which was a bit surprising, but the weight of a thousand catties was nothing to Ye Xiaotian.

The divine consciousness sank into the spear, and he actually found a faint spiritual sense, what is going on? Could it be the soul of the spear? The magic weapon has a spirit, which refers to the surname of the spirit.

The soul is different, like the soul of the heaven-shaking ruler, which only appeared because of an accident. Among the magic weapons refined the day after tomorrow, there is no possibility of a soul at all.

Could it be that this spear is an innate spiritual treasure generated by heaven and earth? But why does the space-time pagoda, which is also the Ten Treasures of the Divine Realm, have no soul?

Ye Xiaotian tried to communicate with the spear spirit, the process was very difficult, it seemed that it was because of the seal, only when the seal was unlocked the more could he better communicate with it.

However, even so, Ye Xiaotian also got the correct name of this gun: "Broken!" The name of the gun is broken, the gun of destruction. Hardest to beneficial, nothing is broken.

Ye Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, thinking that it could break the special effects of the realm, Ye Xiaotian immediately realized, no wonder, it turned out that this gun was called the Gun of Destruction, no wonder it could break the realm. And when all its seals are broken, doesn't that mean it can break anything?

After getting the second seal of the Broken Spear, Ye Xiaotian returned to the city, anyway, these bandits and evil gods can't be killed, they will be on the road tomorrow, flash people first!

The next day, Ye Xiaotian appeared in the hall of the inn on time, ordered a table of delicious food, and just after a few bites, the fat man and the others came out of the inn.

"Hey, you're back?" the fat man and Yu Yuandong walked over.

"Ten days, of course I'll be back on time. Ye Xiaotian rolled his eyes and said.

"Hehe, that's right, we'll go to the East City Gate in a while, and I contacted my new teammates. The fat man was not polite, he sat down and ate, ready to finish eating, and then got up to pay the bill.

"Oh, how many people are there?" Ye Xiaotian asked curiously.

"Everyone, I ask for something to eat, I'll please. The fat man sat sideways and shouted, and then turned his head and replied, "There are not many people, only 100 people." ”

"What about cultivation?" Ye Xiaotian asked while eating.

"There are only three earth-level gods, after all, this is a small town, and there are few masters. Half of the Xuan-level gods are occupied, and half are the spirit gods. The fat man sighed, in fact, these three earth-level gods came here when other caravans were merchant.

"Why are you recruiting so many people?" Ye Xiaotian asked speechlessly.

"To get to the next town, you have to walk for at least nearly a year, and most of the roads are small roads, so you can't recruit more people. The fat man shook his head and sighed.

Ye Xiaotian nodded and didn't ask any more.

After eating and drinking, and settling the bill, everyone set off on the road. Because of the presence of storage rings, there is no luggage to take, which is convenient and tight.

Coming to the east city gate, there was a group of people gathered in the open space not far away, each of them led a wildebeest, some of them were wearing divine armor, it seemed that they were a team, and those who could go alone in the divine realm were the top masters, in addition, it was better to have more people and more strength.

The fat man walked over, greeted him, and introduced each other, mainly to introduce a few prefecture-level gods to everyone. Then the large army mounted wildebeest and roared away.

It is indeed a good thing that there are many people, this way, after more than five months, the road is really a little too calm, although along the way, there are no less than ten thousand divine senses swept through the caravan, but after touching the scale of the caravan, they retreated rationally.

A caravan of more than 100 people is nothing, but among this caravan of 150 people, there are as many as one hundred Xuan-level gods and ten earth-level gods, such strength is too strong.

The third-rate bandit gang can't move, and the second-rate ones compare their strength and find that they can't draw it, maybe after a big battle, even if they win, they will fall from the second-rate to the third-rate level.

And the first-class bandit gangs don't look down on such small caravans at all, and the general first-class bandit gangs have turned into half-black and half-white existence, they rarely take the initiative to attack, and generally collect protection fees on the avenue.

Sitting comfortably and collecting money, who would run to the remote lanes to rob a small caravan of no more than a hundred and fifty people.

The fat man hires so many masters to pick the trail to walk, not only can save most of the time, but also exempt the large amount of protection paid by the avenue!

On a towering mountain peak, a young man hung in the air, holding a silver long sword, his eyes were closed, and suddenly a strong momentum came out of nothing, and then spread out with this person as the center.

Easily twisted the clouds within a radius of several miles, and with the opening of this person's eyes, this momentum was condensed to the peak, only to hear him shout in a deep voice: "Chop!"

Raising the sword high above his head with both hands, an invisible realm unfolded, and then in a moment of retraction and release, the power of the realm was moved to the silver long sword, and the momentum that had already reached the peak instantly broke through to a higher realm.

A sword light flashed, and the boundless momentum suddenly disappeared on the way up, and everything returned to calm, leaving only the young man hanging in the air and the mountain peak in front of him, which had broken in half. The originally closed peak was split by a sword, reaching halfway up to the mountainside, forming a "Y" shape. (To be continued.) )