In front of the towering cross-gun sculpture, He Duoqi watched Xu Zhi's figure slowly move forward.
From direct scanning to closed-eye perception, Xu Zhi's pace is extremely slow, and it often takes several minutes to take one step.
He Duoqi looked at Xu Zhi's flashing inner energy, and the cold sweat on his forehead from time to time, which seemed to be suffering from the effects of the sword.
This feeling was familiar to him, as he had been stung by the sharp light of the cross gun once before.
The statue made him think wildly, and the sharpness of the cross gun was unstoppable. Among the Xinghuang ruins, these seemed to be some strange treasures, which were somewhat different from the treasures he had come into contact with before.
I don’t know what kind of relic civilization existed before this.
Being able to erect a metal sculpture more than 200 meters high, this ruin must have bloomed a very high civilization.
If it were hundreds or thousands of years ago, they might have had a certain civilized distance from each other.
He Duoqi tested it a little, and a familiar feeling came over him. He immediately took a step back, out of the range of influence of the cross gun sculpture, and focused his eyes on Xu Zhi again.
Xu Zhi's steps were getting closer and closer. After a long time, his body was already standing next to the cross gun sculpture.
He Duoqi saw Xu Zhi raise his right hand, and after a long time, he slowly put his hand on the cross gun that was more than 200 meters away.
Just the moment his hand came into contact with the cross gun, the sharp light on the gun fell like raindrops.
When he looked up again, the cross gun sculpture no longer felt the stinging pain, and layers of debris began to fall from the cross gun.
He Duoqi took a step forward and saw no difference between the front and back.
I can no longer feel the feeling of having a sword attached to my body.
The strange feeling brought by this cross gun sculpture has been eliminated by Xu Zhi.
"As long as you can walk to the center of the sculpture and touch it, can the influence be eliminated?"
He Duoqi looked at Xu Zhi, thoughtfully.
This is completely opposite to the human-shaped silver sculpture. The statue seems harmless. It will be destroyed as soon as you touch it. Whoever touches it will be unlucky.
Xu Zhi seemed to have gained something, maybe he had reversed the order.
If you endure this feeling of swords and swords and keep moving forward, you may gain something.
Two relic opportunities were presented in front of him, but neither one was cherished and neither benefit was obtained. He Duoqi was heartbroken for a moment and felt like a boy who had lost his treasure.
Next to the cross gun sculpture, the feeling like a tide receded. When he opened his eyes, Xu Zhi's hand was already pressed on the cross gun sculpture.
He opened his palm, and the carved symbol under his palm suddenly shattered and turned into ashes.
"Tanan, Fighter Monument."
He glanced over and saw that there were many inscriptions on this sacred instrument that was guarded by Tanan.
As Tanan's spiritual imprint was destroyed, the inscription became dim, leaving only the ancient inscribed handwriting.
A cold wind blew, and Xu Zhi saw dust falling from the warrior monument.
Without Tanan's spiritual imprint, the life of this sacred instrument seems to have entered dusk.
The corners of Xu Zhi's mouth twitched.
He happens to be short of a holy weapon, but it seems that there are always some opportunities that are constantly being missed.
The Tauren's sacred weapon, the Guardian God of the Earth, the incomplete man-eating flower in the World Tree, or the magical rainbow that cannot solve the problem of damage.
Until the warrior monument in front of us.
Xu Zhi felt that each of these sacred artifacts was stronger than the statue of the God of Fire that promoted the reproduction of Tiaotiao.
The abilities of monarch-level creatures corresponding to the achievements after breaking the level may also be higher.
Xu Zhi retracted his fingers with difficulty, and casually recited a few incantations to collect the sacred artifact.
The Fighter Monument showed no reaction at all.
Even going into battle himself, Xu Zhi felt that Tanan must have made a small effort for his race. This holy weapon called the Fighter Monument is probably the strongest among the many racial holy weapons.
Tarnan's true name, the true name of the Barbarian God.
Xu Zhi didn't know any of it.
He recited Tanang, Tanu several times, but in the end he could only watch this sacred instrument go to death, and even the sacred instrument of Kaji was not taken back.
"Xu Shaofu, why doesn't this cross gun statue work?"
He Duoqi hurriedly walked over. He touched the four long spears inserted upside down, and then touched the tallest main pole in the shape of a cross spear.
In He Duoqi's perception, this sculpture containing strange abilities seemed to have no effect.
If you use some mysterious words to describe it, He Duoqi feels like a person has lost his soul, a weapon has lost its soul, it has no shape and no life.
The same is true for the sculptures in front of me.
When the sharpness faded away, the rust of decay began to permeate this huge sculpture.
This strange object met its end.
"Maybe it has been left for a long time," Xu Zhi thought thoughtfully: "It is strong on the outside and strong on the inside. It will be broken if it is touched. I think it is forcibly touching the porcelain."
"Forcibly touching porcelain?"
He Duoqi opened his mouth wide.
Xu Zhi’s explanation is far-fetched.
But Xu Zhi didn't get anything. The recorders of the two people proved that Xu Zhi did not get any external benefits.
Inner?
How could He Duoqi know what inner beauty Xu Zhi had obtained? What inner beauty could be brought about by the stinging feeling of a sword?
He Duoqi regarded this feeling as the self-protection mechanism of these strange treasures, and he felt that Xu Zhi violently destroyed this protective measure.
But he still didn't understand how Xu Zhi broke.
Forced to get close and touch?
He Duoqi squeezed the sculpture hard, and a piece of rusty metal shell was directly pinched off by him.
He threw the rusty shell aside speechlessly.
I saw a colorful red worm emerging from the soil nearby. It wrapped its body around the rusty shell and pulled it into the soil. Some red worms came out and came to eat, which made He Duoqi feel sick.
At this time, it was more like a feast started near the Fighter Monument.
As metal dust flew from the sculpture, countless red worms were ready to move, drilling out of the soil one after another, looking up to the sky and neighing.
This scene is a bit like sandworms emerging from the tidal flats. If you are not used to seeing it, you may easily feel frightened.
"It turns out you were the one assisting."
Xu Zhi glanced at the sea of insects around him, and understood in his heart that Tanu's spiritual imprint was so retarded.
In addition to stones, this special little creature eats everything, even the Holy Artifact Fighter Monument, constantly gnawing around.
One or two years won't work, but ten or eight years may cause a slight invasion, or it may last for hundreds, hundreds, or even thousands of years.
This kind of invasion caused some damage to the Fighter Monument, and may even have affected the performance of Tanan's spiritual imprint.
Until Xu Zhi came and made up for the final blow.
The sacred vessel began its final decay.
Xu Zhi recognized the inscription on the Fighter Monument several times, tiptoed a little, and he flew up to the top of the Fighter Monument like a dragon.
"Shaofu Xu can really fly high."
Two hundred meters, sixty stories high, this is simply not a height that normal masters can fly.
He was no exception. He Duoqi felt that he needed to borrow four or five times to jump up.
This time we can't go any slower this time.
If there was something wonderful about climbing to the top, he also wanted to drink some soup. As he thought about it, He Duoqi grabbed the sculpture with both hands and quickly climbed up.
"Ah, there are so many red worms."
On the top of the cross spear, He Duoqi looked at Xu Zhi with his hands tied behind his back, a youthful look on his face. He looked around and held it in for several minutes. He Duoqi thought that Xu Zhi was going to say something beautiful, but he didn't expect it to be the same as ordinary people.