"She has also condensed the true weapon and truly mastered the inheritance of King Bosa. Sun Hai was surprised.

This supernatural power is not comparable to martial arts, it goes without saying that it is powerful, and the requirements for cultivation are also extremely strict, and non-Kaiyuan realm martial artists cannot practice.

And even if you reach the realm standard, if you don't have a certain level of understanding, it will be difficult to cultivate. In the cultivation world, a martial artist who can comprehend complete supernatural powers in the Kaiyuan Realm can be called extremely talented and amazing.

But it is really rare for Blue Bell to be able to cultivate supernatural powers in the body refining realm. Although there is a reason to inherit the mark of King Bosa and take some detours, but the road is still her own after all.

As for Lin Chen, who had already condensed the true weapon before, he was automatically ignored by Sun Hai.

That kid can't be measured by common sense at all!

The quaint long stick appeared, and the king of Posa sensed it. Although his primordial spirit has long since dissipated, the memories of his body have not completely faded. There is a mark that belongs to him in the inheritance supernatural power left behind, how can he not recognize it!

"My people, go with me. ”

The king spoke. His voice was slow and deep, word by word. But there is no longer the suffocating sense of oppression before.

His hand pointed to the sky again, and another light descended and landed in front of Bluebell. When the light dissipated, Bluebell was greeted by a long stick.

The long stick flows gold all over, carving the stars of the universe, and there are the sun and moon circulating, standing on the ground like this, like a pillar of the gods.

The real artifact condensed by the blue bell was turbulent, and it turned into a purple rune, which melted into the flowing gold stick in front of him.

The ancient and desolate breath dissipated, replaced by a majestic breath of life, on the long stick, the flowing gold was dyed with purple rays, the cosmic stars turned, the sun and the moon bloomed brightly, and the heavens and the earth were shaken.

"This is ......" Blue Bell was a little inexplicable, when did she become the subject of King Posa? And what happened to the flowing gold stick in her hand? There was a powerful power circulation, constantly pouring into her body, making her strength skyrocket in a short period of time.

"This is a high-grade spiritual treasure. Sun Hai looked at the golden long stick in Lan Ling's hand, and then at the Lingbao light cluster hovering above King Posa's head.

"That spiritual treasure light group, shouldn't all be high-grade spiritual treasures?" Sun Hai thought with some excitement.

Whether it is the golden halberd in the hands of King Posa, or the ten-pole black and white banner that lays down the enchantment, and now the flowing gold stick in the hand of Lan Ling, all of them are powerful and rare high-level spiritual treasures.

"Could it be that because we have accepted his inheritance, he thinks that we have surrendered to him, and this is a reward?" Lin Chen guessed. At the same time, the seal began to form in his hand, and the aura of ancient desolation was diffused, and an ancient sword as black as ink appeared in his hand, and the sword body was wrapped with runes, mysterious and powerful.

The real artifact was condensed, and the king felt something, but he didn't open his mouth, nor did he make the slightest movement, as if he was contemplating. It's completely different from when Bluebell used to play the legacy.

"Hehe, hey, you're so bad that you don't even want to see the king of Posa. Seeing the anticipation on Lin Chen's face stiffen, Blue Bell giggled and moved.

"Brother Lin, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the king has already decided that Miss Lan is his people, and he will not attack us. Li Shentu thought that Lin Chen had been hit and comforted him.

Bluebell has already been recognized by the King of Bhasa, and there must be no need to be an enemy of him. In this case, everyone's lives are worry-free, and it doesn't matter whether high-level spirit treasures are available or not.

"Yes, Brother Li is right......" Tang Morong also wanted to say a few words, but suddenly found that the Lingbao light group circling around King Po Sa didn't know when it had stopped, quietly suspended in the air.

Hua Shuirou and the others also noticed the strangeness over there and looked up.

Lin Chen's mood was a little excited. He knew that this King of Posa was about to descend the spirit treasure, and this spirit treasure might have an extraordinary origin, so that King Posa had to ponder for a while.

Lin Chen was holding the ancient sword, and the runes on the sword body that were still quiet and restrained before were like a heart at this moment, beating regularly, as if they were about to jump out of the ancient sword and soar into the sky.

"My saber bestows upon my mighty people. ”

The voice of the king was still low and majestic, no different from before. He has been gone for 10,000 years, and it is impossible for him to have any thoughts, and his current words are only his physical instincts, like the walking dead.

As his words fell, a sinister aura suddenly rose from the Spirit Treasure Light Cluster. The surrounding light clusters avoided one after another, and even its own light became much dimmer.

A black knife slowly appeared, entangled with boundless evil aura and killing intent, like an ancient fierce beast awakening.

The black knife is slender, and the handle and blade are one piece, and there is not even a gauntlet, like a slender wooden pole.

There was no need for King Po Sa to greet him, as soon as the black knife appeared, it carried boundless evil energy and killing intent and slashed towards the forest dust.

The people who had been staring at the black knife were startled, the knife was fierce, the blood was monstrous, and it roared through, and even the air was cut off, and the scene was terrifying.

Lin Chen also felt his heart beat in shock, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. But he didn't panic. On the ancient sword in his hand, the runes trembled even more.

He forced himself to compose, stood in place with the ancient sword in his hand, and let the boundless evil aura and murderous intent sweep in, and he did not move.

"Where is this giving a spiritual treasure, this is clearly the imperial envoy's flying sword, slashed and killed. Lan Ling snorted coldly, and stood in front of Lin Chen without hesitation, the flowing gold long stick in his hand glowed, and the purple mangs surged.

"I didn't expect this Posa King to be so powerful that he made a move to dodge nowhere. Li Shentu's face is solemn, and the ink painting unfolds, and the endless mountains are scattered inside.

"You all get out of the way, I'm fine. Lin Chen stepped forward with the trembling ancient sword and said, "This real weapon is sympathetic to the black knife, and the situation is similar to that of the blue bell. ”

Hearing Lin Chen's words, several people also retreated, but Bluebell was a little reluctant: "I don't care, I'm going to stand by your side." If this knife is not interesting and dares to hurt people, I will discount it with a stick. ”

Looking at the bluebell with the temper of the child beside him, Lin Chen was also a little helpless, so he had to advise: "If you find that the situation is wrong, run away immediately." Did you hear that? ”

Hearing Lin Chen's words, the corners of Lanling's mouth hooked, but he snorted: "I want you to take care of it!"

The black knife was approaching, the evil breath was spurting, the sword light was dazzling, Lin Chen held the ancient sword in both hands, trying his best to run the inheritance supernatural power, and the runes on the ancient sword suddenly lit up. And at this time, the sword light slashed, slashing heavily on the ancient sword.

Heavy, sharp, and boundless with murderous intent. This is Lin Chen's feeling at the moment.

The black knife slashed through, destroying the withering and decaying, the ancient sword in Lin Chen's hand couldn't hold on for even a moment, and was cut in two, and the rune imprint on it was absorbed by the black knife at all.