Ling Luo raised his head and found that the island he was on was only the outer area.
She defeated Fang Xiaoyu, and the island under her feet seemed to be attracted by something, and she quickly rushed towards the central area.
A quarter of an hour later, there was another loud bang.
The floating island under Linluo's feet merged with a small continent with a radius of one million feet.
At the connection point of the collision, another high-level magic weapon was soon unearthed.
It was a silver chain with a purple light floating on its surface, which must have been quenched with poison.
Before Ling Luo had time to step forward to get it, he felt "swish, swish, swish", and three rays of light burst out from the grass in front, running towards the silver chain.
Ling Luo was startled and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Get lost! This belongs to me!"
"Fuck you, I saw it first!"
"Two Taoist friends, I have been staying here for a long time, so you might as well give it to me as a gift."
Three rays of light, in the shape of horns, tightly surrounded the silver chain high-level magic weapon in the center.
The man and the woman, carrying a huge sword taller than a person on their backs, are the inner disciples of the Tyrant Sword Cauldron.
And that old man, with white beard and hair, carrying a big bow behind his back, is the inner disciple of Yu Gong Que.
The cultivation of these three people is all around the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Ling Luo had no intention of taking action, but rested her hands on her chest and started watching the show.
As the saying goes, half a sentence is too much to say without speculation.
After a stalemate, the three began to take action.
The two men and women from the Tyrant Sword Cauldron first worked together to kill the old man at Yu Gong Que, and then began to kill each other.
In the process of killing each other, seven or eight white yakshas took advantage of the situation and entered their bodies.
People die for wealth and birds die for food.
It is the same principle for those who cultivate God to die for spiritual stones and magical weapons.
The seven or eight white yakshas, after plundering the three of them, set their sights on Ling Luo again.
Ling Luo's eyes were slightly cold, and he was not deceived at all. He raised the knife and killed the seven or eight white yakshas, and easily put away the silver chain.
There is no one around.
Ling Luo found a secluded place, dripped blood into the green lotus flying sword and the silver chain, performed the master recognition ceremony, and imprinted his blood spirit into them.
The moment the spiritual brand was implanted, two names appeared in Ling Luo's mind, Qinglian Sun-Moon Sword and Seven-Star Silver Electric Lock.
Ling Luo stored these two high-level magic weapons in the Temple of the Sun.
There are a thousand floors in the Temple of the Sun.
Since his stay at Jade Gongque, Ling Luo has devoted himself to studying the Sun Temple and discovered a secret of it.
The real great magical power of the Sun Temple is called the Thousand Sword Array, which gathers a thousand flying swords and places them in the temple to temper the avenue with the true fire of the sun.
Then he used the supreme magical power of the Holy Light to create a sword array of thousands of spells, glowing with astonishing power.
However, although this unique method is very powerful, it is not very realistic.
A thousand flying swords!
Generally, if a cultivator has four or five in his hand, it is enough to show off and boast about everywhere.
Ling Luo didn't expect to be able to gather a thousand flying swords, so he just took it one step at a time to collect as many as he could.
This small continent is still suspended in the center of the battlefield outside Shura territory.
Ling Luo suddenly remembered something.
She took out the sheepskin map Gong Liang gave her from her sleeve.