After listening to this, Pan Heng looked at the hologram in a daze, although the battle of several true god levels was extremely shocking, but the straight triangular box that the sword god took out was the reason why Pan Heng's heart trembled.

Because at this moment, there is also a triangular box in his arms, if the God King hadn't been in love with his strong body, he planned to summon the Lava Demon King clone to devour his soul, and it is estimated that he would have snatched this box away long ago.

Now it seems that this box is a treasure that all innate level masters are crazy to grab, and he is just rough skin and thick meat, and the real level of martial arts is at most a junior martial artist, let alone a more innate power.

Don't look at the sword god as soon as the sword comes out, the group is shocked, it is the sword god Gu Yi, but it is not him Pan Heng, if you really let people know that he also has such a treasure, I am afraid that he will not be in a different place immediately.

No, God-King Hades knows.

Pan Heng was suddenly shocked in his heart, but then he was relieved, this Hades should not be able to see for a while that he had devoured the soul clone of the Lava Demon King, unless he happened to sacrifice or summon the Lava Demon King one day, this could be exposed.

However, at that time, the Lava Demon King looked extremely exhausted after splitting his soul, and seemed to have sunk into the magma to recuperate, even now Hades summoned to communicate, it is estimated that it is in a state of "no answer", and he should not worry about it for a while.

Strength, strength, I can't wait to improve my strength, otherwise sooner or later, one day Hades will come to the door and break him into pieces, and the innate level of power will go all out, Pan Heng is really a little suspenseful in his heart, and it is estimated that it is very likely to be killed in one move.

"Brother Pan, what's wrong with you?" Qiu Sheng asked worriedly when he saw that Pan was silent for a long time.

Pan Heng came back to his senses at this time, and said busily: "It's okay, you continue to have a meeting, Uncle Black Tiger is embarrassed that I have to leave for a while beforehand!"

Uncle Black Tiger also saw that Pan Heng's face was wrong, and motioned for Qiu Sheng to follow and take care of it, and then continued to preside over the meeting.

Pan Hengwan refused Qiu Sheng's kindness and hurried to the heavy prison alone.

The sword god was in a very bad state, a large lush vegetable field in front of the door was gone, Gust, Hongniang, and Dr. Lu were not a single figure, except for the mysterious No. 1 metal fortress, the gate was still closed and intact.

The sword god sat weakly on the tattered rattan chair in front of the door, looking at the devastated vegetable field in a daze, Pan Heng walked behind him and called him softly and ignored it, just sighed incessantly.

"Hey, you're back!" The sword god slowly turned around, stared at Pan Heng and said: "You came back just in time, take this for you, go to base 36, meet that person, you tell him that I want you to pass on the message, if he wants to kill you, give this to him!"

After speaking, the sword god actually took out the triangular box in his arms and handed it to Pan Heng.

Pan Heng trembled slightly and took it, although I don't know what kind of treasure this thing is, but a group of people congenitally fought for it, you can imagine how precious it is, now the sword god is handed over to himself, aren't you afraid that you will kneel when you go out?

"You don't have to worry, there is no master under the congenital within a radius of thousands of miles, with your perverted physique, no one can kill you under the congenital, go with confidence, and this, I have prepared a little understanding of the "Nine Death Sword Technique" for you, you can take it too!" With a wave of the sword god's hand, Pan Heng only felt that the white light flashed in front of him, as if there was something more in his mind.

"Master, I, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the task!" Pan Heng flinched a little, those few congenital random ones, it is estimated that they can immediately kill him, because once the attack power exceeds the upper limit that the current body can bear, even if the body is burdened, it is useless, and it will be over immediately.

"What are you afraid of, your turtle shell is so hard, my sword qi can't kill you, who can kill you!" The sword god blew his beard angrily and glared, how could the dignified sword god accept such a timid apprentice who was afraid of death?

"Really, Master, your sword qi is ineffective against me?" Pan Hengda was overjoyed, knowing that his sword qi damage resistance had already been completed.

No, there is perfection above Dacheng, and there is talent above perfection that has not been comprehended, who knows what else is going up, this old man didn't mean to tease me.

Sure enough, the sword god glared at Pan Heng strangely: "I really think you are invincible, right, come, try if this sword qi can smash your turtle shell?"

The sword god pointed like a sword, and a three-inch sword qi like white jade slowly condensed and formed from between his fingers, and a sword intent that was so fierce that it seemed to tear the sky apart came to his face, making Pan Heng's skin ache faintly, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

"You guy, the kung fu of the three-legged cat, if it weren't for your amazing talent, do you think I would accept you as an apprentice when I am full?" the sword god scolded.

"Such a good talent, with such a hard turtle shell, what are you afraid of dying, you are not allowed to use any vampire privileges along the way, give me an honest walk through the wilderness, go to Base 36, don't play tricks, otherwise I will kill you alive with a sword, and the province will be embarrassed!" The sword god scolded and seemed to be in a much more relaxed mood, so he snorted coldly, and went back to the house with his hands behind his back and hunched over.

Pan Heng was dumbfounded, why do you want me to die, although it is said that if you go all the way from base 9 to base 36, it is unpredictable, it can be estimated that there are at most B-level beasts, be careful of some that should not die, but it is difficult to say.

And he also wanted to ask the sword god how to open the triangular iron box, and where the mysterious first metal castle was sacred, and what tricks the god king of the hell house had, etc., a lot of questions were waiting for the sword god to answer, who knew that he was so arrogant, and directly locked Pan Heng outside and ignored it.

A month later, in the depths of Base 11, a five-person team dressed in a martial artist battle uniform cautiously approached it.

Blue Star was privatized from Base 10 to Site 30, and was monopolized by the power of major conglomerates, but it had to pay a high tax to the federal government every year in proportion to the revenue.

And these No. 10 and No. 11 bases happen to belong to the Warrior Association, so it is not uncommon to see a large number of warriors in groups or mavericks going deep into the wilderness to hone their martial arts.

The highest of these people is a senior martial artist, the lowest is a junior martial artist, the strength is not high or low, and they can barely explore the edge of the hinterland of the No. 11 wilderness, and the D-level fierce beasts corresponding to the senior martial artists, they can stand it with one or two at will, so they are naturally extremely cautious.

Suddenly, there was a strange roar like a baby crying in front of him, one after another, sounding extremely miserable, and soon it fell silent, and after a while, there was a burst of meat aroma, as if something had been cooked.

The senior martial artist was a burly man with short brown hair, two arms that were unusually thick, and a pair of beautiful twins behind him, followed by two martial artists, one tall and one short.

"Senior Brother Qi Tong, it seems to be the voice of a baby crying beast, should we go over and take a look!" the tall martial artist said to the burly man.

"Senior Brother Cao Ying, what about the fruit you brought, order one and try it!" Qi Tong looked into the distance with a solemn face for a while, and then frowned.

"Senior Brother Wang Hu, you take your beauty and contact lenses to set up traps, just in case!" Qi Tong commanded again.

When the man who was as short as an ox heard this, he hurriedly took out a large pile of instruments from the backpack behind him and arranged them with the twin beauties with great skill.

"Light the incense!"

With Qi Tong's order, Cao Ying took out a metal pen holder, twisted the lid and blew it gently, an orange fire suddenly rose, and after lighting a crystal yellow incense candle, it emitted a refreshing fruit wood fragrance, which made people can't help but want to swallow their saliva.

"Change into a disguised suit and get ready for battle!" Qi Tong and the others took out a piece of black cloth covered with small squares from their backpacks behind them and put it on their heads, hiding next to bushes or strange rocks, the black cloth flickered for a while, and soon turned into a similar appearance to the surrounding scenery, and it was almost difficult to distinguish without looking closely.