In the secret room, the old man was dumbfounded, looking at the mighty Feng Qingyang, he gasped, and secretly exclaimed a pervert in his heart, originally thought that Feng Qingyang was not weak, but seeing that he was so ruthless, he obviously underestimated his strength.

"Yes, it's true, it's good to inherit his mantle. A flash of relief flashed across his face, as if the last obstacle in his heart had been unraveled.

"It would be nice if I could pass on my mantle. He muttered to himself, raised his head, and looked at the broken sword above, his eyes a little confused.

At this time, the broken sword has lost its previous brilliance, and the rust on it seems to be even stricter, and the sword that escaped before seems to be its essence.

At this moment, the old man and the broken sword have reached the end of the strong crossbow, which can withstand the divine thunder on it, the broken sword body is already full of cracks, and the old man is even more sallow, and has long lost his luster.

It is said that we can share happiness and suffering, but now, this old man who has come from a long time, the super overlord who once dominated a place, has reached the old age of candlelight at this time, and the only weapon that accompanied him is the weapon that once fought together - the broken sword!

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Outside, the wind cleared the last move, and hit the big sword statue with all his strength, and the dazzling light exploded, instantly submerging the entire hall, and the rumbling sound was endless, and it was not until a long time later that it slowly stopped.

Feng Qingyang got up from the ruins, and just stabilized his mind, suddenly a white light crossed from the ruins, but it was flung and fluttered into his arms.

Seeing that the flick was fine, Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief again, the last blow hit the sky and the earth shattered, thinking that the flick was so close, it could be said to be the first to bear the brunt, so it was nothing to do.

Looking up, looking at the hall, the original glowing surroundings have become even darker, and only a few afterglows can be seen, and the so-called afterglow is the statue of the big knife that was hit by Feng Qingyang's punch before.

A big hole was cracked in his chest, and the cracks in his body were even wider, like the earth in a long drought, and each crack revealed a distant aura, as if at the moment of shattering, the charm and essence in him had passed.

In the large hole in its chest, there was a fist-sized flame, and it jumped and jumped in it, and faintly, a transparent humanoid could be seen in it.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were like lightning, and at the moment he smashed his chest, he had already discovered the light on his chest, and if he guessed correctly, the glowing human form must be the spirit in front of this statue.

Thinking of the word spirit, Feng Qingyang suddenly became happy, thinking of his previous battle, the feeling of being tempered on the edge of life and death, and still have palpitations when he thinks about it now.

The weight of the word spirit can be said to be no less than a golden pill of an eternal giant!

Those who become spirits must meet several conditions, one of which is to cultivate to at least the power of the realm of entering the Dao, and only after they fall, they can imprint their thoughts in the heavens and the earth.

Entering the Dao, since he is a person who has already comprehended the way of heaven, such a powerful monk can be called immortal and live with heaven and earth!

The second is that at the moment of falling, you can't help but leave your own thoughts, and you have to inject a drop of your own essence blood.

It's just that this statue is unlucky, and when it fell, it was actually sealed here, and it was able to keep its mind with a huge spirit stone.

The years have changed, the ancient world has changed, after several eras to the present modern antiquity, it can be described as the vicissitudes of life, this trace of spirit has long been weakened to the extreme in the washing of the years.

After a long time, Feng Qingyang came back to his senses, looked at the spirit in his hand, and thought about the previous vicious fight, his eyes suddenly became firm, if he was strong, he would not be injured.

If he is strong, he can be slapped to death with just one palm!

He had never met such a perverted opponent in the flesh, if it weren't for the fact that the other party was just a fleshless statue, if it wasn't for the fact that the other party didn't have complete consciousness control, otherwise, how could he be able to defeat him head-on?

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he flew forward, regardless of the injuries on his body, and reached into the broken chest with one hand, holding the blue flame in his hand.

Faintly, there seemed to be a roar in his ears, blue flames jumped, and the human figure inside roared in bursts, and a pair of small eyes like mung beans burst out with a breathtaking light.

"Hmph, death is on the verge of death, and you are still so arrogant, don't you dare to swallow you when I am clear-winded. ”

Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows, and wanted to study it carefully for a moment, but feeling the anger in this flame, Feng Qingyang didn't say anything more, and opened his big mouth to swallow it in one gulp.

But at the critical moment, the flick in his arms suddenly stretched out a big tail to block his big mouth, Feng Qingyang ate a mouthful of hair, looked at the flick with a puzzled expression, and didn't understand what it was going to do.

He had not heard the little white beast cry since he had known it, and not even in the world, so when he flicked his tail on his big mouth, he was only puzzled, but he did not understand what it was trying to say.

He stretched out a hand and pulled out its tail, just relieved, but it stretched out again, the wind was clear and speechless, and he said in his heart what this little thing was going to do.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand, took the spirit in his hand, and said, "You want to swallow him?"

Hearing this, he shook his tail twice, and his round body moved even more, and then there was an expression of swallowing saliva, and that look almost broke Feng Qingyang's heart.

"Well, if you want to eat, you can get it. ”

He didn't hesitate and handed over the blue flame......

The flames danced, swaying in the dark hall with their last rays of light, before being swallowed up in one gulp, never to be seen again.

After swallowing the spirit, the shake seemed to be satisfied, and it exuded a brilliant light all around it, a white light, which suddenly sealed the gloomy hall brightly.

"Shake off, you have to grow up faster......"

As everyone knows, at this time, his every move was scolded by the old man in the secret room.

"Little bunny, do you know what it is? That's spirit, spirit!"

The old man hung his head and paused, and a very strong color of flesh pain appeared on his face, as if he was not swallowing the essence, but the flesh of his heart.

"Spirit, that's the spirit of a generation of generals, even if it decays to this point, it is comparable to the existence of a golden pill, and the energy in it, if you swallow it, at least it will directly break through the realm of black stiffness, and it will be even higher!"

The old man scolded, and the broken sword above his head also made a buzzing sound, as if he agreed with his words.

"Such a precious thing, if it is refined into an elixir, its effect is several times better, you actually ...... I fed the Sky Swallowing Beast like this!"