It was too late to dodge, so Feng Hao could only close his eyes and wait for death.
Whoosh!
There was a slight itch in his heart, and Feng Hao felt that there seemed to be something more in his body. When he looked inside, he found that a sword named \u2o18\u2o19\u2o19 was hanging on the Wu Yuan vortex in his body.
, while shaking slightly, wisps of Wuyuan were swallowed up by it, and then, the whole body of the God Killing Room was filled with bright light, becoming transparent again.
What's going on?
Feng Hao was shocked by the serious loss of martial energy in his body, and quickly took out two pieces of martial arts and started refining them to replenish the consumption in his body.
The devouring is still continuing, and the God-killing Sword shows no intention of stopping.
An hour and a half later, Feng Hao had refined dozens of martial crystals in total. Finally, Killing God Jian stopped devouring it, as if it was full.
call!...
Feng Hao let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his cheeks, and then put away the Wu Jing in his hand with lingering fear.
The devouring speed of the God-killing Sword is really too fast. In the end, it is directly absorbing the energy in the martial crystal. Otherwise, the refining speed of the earth-level secret skill would not be that fast.
However, thinking about what happened just now, Feng Hao couldn't help but feel a little scared.
If you weren't rich, why wouldn't you be sucking adults?
What the hell is this?
Looking at the long sword suspended above Wu Yuan's vortex, Feng Hao couldn't help but be a little confused.
Even the best spiritual weapon \u2o18Wufeng\u2o19 is not so weird. It can't be pulled out, and now it goes directly into one's own body and devours it. What is this?
Whoosh!
With a thought in his mind, this god-killing sword appeared in Feng Hao's hand.
Blood connection, this blood connection feels different from \u2o18Wufeng\u2o19. At this time, Feng Hao felt that this God-killing sword was like a part of his body, like an exoskeleton sticking out.
Tsk!
Turning around, Feng Hao waved the God-killing Sword towards the nearby rock wall. A harsh sound broke through the air. It was crisp and cold. The cold air flashed past. The God-killing Sword was like cutting tofu, directly cutting into the scene that had gone through countless times.
Within the rock wall tempered by the thousand-year thunder attribute, there was no pause and a semi-circular arc was drawn directly.
hiss!...
Feng Hao took a breath of cold air and secretly smacked his tongue in his heart, good guy, at this level, he must have already passed the level of the best spiritual weapon \u2o18 Wu Feng \u2o19, right?
Buzz!...
As if he understood Feng Hao's intention, the God-killing Sword trembled slightly and hummed, as if to express his dissatisfaction to Feng Hao.
Well!...
Feeling the sword in his hand protesting against him, Feng Hao immediately froze. Looking at the God-killing Sword in his hand, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
So weird!
Could it be that this weapon is psychic? Can it actually understand what I am expressing in my heart?
Buzz!...
As if he was very proud and Feng Hao was surprised, the God-killing Sword shook again and hummed with pride.
Wait, are you proud?
Feng Hao was stunned. He felt that he actually understood the meaning of the buzzing sound in the God-killing Room.
Damn, what kind of trouble is this?
I actually understand the meaning of a weapon, and this weapon actually has its own emotions?
The strange feeling made Feng Hao feel a little cold. He let go and threw the God Killing Room out.
Whoosh!
After landing on the ground, the God-killing Sword sank directly into the ground, leaving only the hilt outside.
The sharpness is extremely terrifying.
Buzz!...
With a buzzing sound, the God-killing Sword naturally levitated into the sky and rushed directly into Feng Hao's body with lightning speed.
What the hell is this?
Looking at the God-killing sword suspended in the Wuyuan vortex, Feng Hao still felt a little panicked.
The God-killing Sword is a treasure!
Standing aside, No. 13 gave him an explanation.
Treasure?
Feng Hao was stunned, and then asked, what is the treasure?
The treasure is the instrument of psychic communication!
Dry words came out of No. 13's mouth, but his expression didn't change much.
Psychic device?
Feng Hao was shocked, and then he thought that just now, the God-killing Sword actually understood what he meant, and he also understood the emotions it expressed.
Isn’t this just channeling?
Weapons can actually channel spirits?
Feng Hao still couldn't believe it. Within the scope of his understanding, the best spiritual weapon was already the limit of the world, but now, something like a spiritual weapon emerged from the mouth of No. 13.
You know so much.
Glancing at the indifferent No. 13, Feng Hao smiled faintly.
I actually don't know much about it as a puppet.
No. 13 didn't reply, just stood there coldly, motionless, which made Feng Hao a little embarrassed.
Isn't this a piece of wood?
By the way, it's really just a puppet, slightly better than wood.
It's time to go out.
After exhaling, Feng Hao did not put away the thunder turtle shell armor.
He understands that the reason why the thunder field exists is because of the crystal core in the thunder turtle shell, right? If it is put away, the thunder field will be gone, and the role of the black tower will no longer exist.
Anyway, it seems to be of no use, so it is better to stay here. Although I don’t know how long the energy crystal core that is constantly emitting energy can last, but it should be able to last for thousands of years, right? At that time, the Xilan Kingdom just didn’t rely on it.
The black tower should also be able to gain a foothold in gold.
Whoosh!
Under the leadership of No. 13, he rose from the sinkhole in the blink of an eye.
After leaving the sinkhole, Feng Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The arc below put too much pressure on him. Being down there, his heart felt as heavy as a huge boulder.
Let's go.
Although he didn't know how long he had been in this thunder field, Feng Hao felt that at least a few days had passed, right?
Moreover, he was still a little worried whether the Wu family would send someone to come and do it.
Huh! If you dare to come, don't blame B for being rude.
Seeing No. 13 following behind him, Feng Hao's lips curled up with a cold arc.
With No. 13 here, even if the Wu family is defeated, there won't be any big problem.
It seems that it is time to demonstrate.
With the hidden danger of the Wu family, Feng Hao is always uneasy. He doesn't like trouble, so he usually nips trouble in the cradle. The best way is to cut off the source and kill the Wu family!
Thinking about it, Feng Hao was even more looking forward to it. If the Wu family dared to come, it would just give him an excuse to take action.
After walking out of the iron gate, he closed the iron door and locked the chain. After doing all this, he walked outside.
Out?
Seeing the young man walking out, Jianmu was shocked in his heart.
Eight days, eight whole days! He actually stayed in the thunder field for eight days!
Um.
Seeing the old man's shocked and inexplicable expression, Feng Hao knew that he must have been here for a long time, but at the same time, he felt a little relaxed.
At least nothing happened to the Feng family.~
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