Chapter Three Hundred and Four Gifts of Spirit Artifacts
"The racial war has spread too widely, and there are too many places to take care of. There are so many places more important than our Lanyue Island, who would waste resources and manpower to protect us."
"Okay, let's not discuss these things. Even if we don't have the power to stop the racial war, we can't give up hope no matter what. Don't pray for someone to save us, we have to save ourselves." The man in black armor raised his hand and clenched it, knuckles in his hand.
There was a crackling sound, "Only the power you hold in your own hands is the most reliable."
As soon as the man in black armor finished speaking, his pupils shrank slightly, and just then a very weak black shadow flashed across the sea.
"Alert." He shouted in a low voice, and his spiritual power instantly surged out of his Dantian. Amber aura covered his fists, as if he was ready to attack at any time.
A moment later, the shadow suddenly appeared in front of the city wall more than a hundred meters away. A black cloak covered its whole body. The black shadow stepped on the waves at its feet, traveling as fast as the wind and lightning.
"Sea Clan?" the people behind the black-armored man wondered.
Although the Sea Clan can walk on the waves, this is not their symbol. Many spiritual practitioners who practice water attributes also have the ability to ride on the waves. Moreover, in the current situation, it is impossible for any Sea Clan to dare to be alone.
It's only right that one person comes to provoke the human race.
"Captain, do you want to issue a warning?" A young man behind the man held a ringing arrow in his hand.
"No, let's see what's coming first."
The black shadow came to the city wall and suddenly pushed his feet. With a bang, the water surface exploded and waves surged. He rose into the air and almost reached the middle of the city wall that was hundreds of meters high.
"No." The young man exclaimed, "He wants to force his way in." As soon as he raised the sounding arrow in his hand, he was held down by the man in black armor.
"Captain." Everyone behind him looked over.
"We have formation protection, so even if the Qingwang-level sea tribe comes, they can't break through. However, if it's a human race who is performing a mission outside, there is something wrong with our move."
"Yes." The young man nodded and put down the ringing arrow.
The black figure rose to an altitude of more than 200 meters before completely exhausted. At this moment, wow, a pair of black dragon wings suddenly opened from his back, and the huge lift took him into the sky.
Seeing this scene, the black-armored man and the nine people behind him shrank their pupils. But the next moment, the boulder in their hearts dropped. With the help of Long Yi, the figure passed through the invisible formation light curtain and landed on
On the city wall.
Only humans wearing special tokens can pass through that layer of formation light curtain. Otherwise, the formation will be triggered and be instantly obliterated by powerful attacks.
After seeing the black shadow falling on the city wall through the formation, the man in black armor immediately rushed to his side with the team members behind him. But before the man in black armor could speak, the black shadow spoke first.
"Han Long, I didn't expect you to have the courage to join the City Guards. You Lingzong-level beings are nothing more than cannon fodder on the battlefield."
"Brother, you are back." Han Long was extremely surprised.
"After wandering outside for so long, it's time to come back." Han Yi raised his hand and pulled down the black hood, revealing an extremely dark face, with a pair of deep eyes with a restrained look, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.
Even Han Long felt an inexplicable shiver in his heart when he first saw Han Yi's eyes, as if his face had been scratched by a knife.
"I received news from the inner government that the Hai Clan is preparing for a general attack."
"Well, since half a month ago, the Sea Clan's attacks have become extremely frequent. In the past few days, many Sea Clan squads have appeared nearby. An order has been issued in the city to prevent all monks below the Spirit General level from leaving the city.
Patrolling, the monks currently on patrol duty are basically Lingfu disciples."
"Really? It seems that the war is indeed imminent." A smile appeared on Han Yi's lips.
"Where are the other members of the Han family?"
"They are all in the city. There has been some unrest recently. I asked them to practice behind closed doors and are not allowed to go out." Han Long said with a serious face.
"It seems that some people also felt the tranquility on the eve of the war and became irritable."
"Well, this kind of atmosphere can drive people crazy."
"Are the armors you are wearing provided by the City Guards?"
"Um."
"Spirit armor that can't even reach the middle level can't stop the sea clan's spiritual attacks at all." Han Yi frowned. He flipped through it, and a silver spirit armor and a pair of silver gloves engraved with patterns appeared.
"for you."
"High-level spiritual weapon." The others behind Han Long saw the spiritual armor and gloves that Han Yi took out, and their eyes were fiery.
"Brother, this... this is too expensive." Han Long was also shocked.
"Compared with your life, these things are nothing. I don't know why you joined the City Guards, but I don't want you to die here. If you think it's valuable, you can wait until you survive the race war.
Give it back to me."
Han Yi handed the spirit armor and boxing gloves to Han Long and said with a smile.
"Since the eldest brother said so, Han Long will accept it first. Brother, do you want to go see other members of the Han family?"
"No." Han Yi waved his hand and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, "Is Wu Youran also in the city?"
"Well, she should be here, but I haven't seen her for a long time."
Han Yi nodded and walked forward along the city wall.
"Captain, your elder brother is really... generous with his actions." A young man with a scar on his face praised Zizhen, his eyes fixed on Han Long's hand with great fervor.
"High-level spiritual weapons are rare even for monks at the spiritual general stage." Another young man said, "Your elder brother has a strong background. Moreover, his strength is also terrifying. It's just that he took a fancy to him.
At one glance, I felt as if I had been stung by a scorpion."
"I only know that my eldest brother is now a disciple of Lingfu. As for his background in Lingfu and what achievements he has, I don't know." Han Long said with a wry smile.
"Although I don't know what level your eldest brother's cultivation level is, my preliminary judgment is that he is at least at the spirit general stage and is definitely a disciple of the inner palace. As long as he can survive the race war, he will definitely be the top spirit spirit on Lanyue Island in the future.
General monk."
Han Long glanced at the young man who was speaking, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Is this the top spiritual general stage monk? If you know his age, perhaps your imagination will not be limited to the spiritual general stage. You must know that Han Yi's cultivation has been completely exhausted, to recovery, and then to the spiritual general stage.
It only took just two years.
Such talent has far exceeded Han Long's imagination. He has no doubt that Han Yi can become a monk at the Spirit King stage in the future.
"Okay, it's time for us to go on patrol." Han Long put on his spirit armor and fists, got used to it, and then walked in the other direction with the nine people.
The streets behind the city wall were deserted, and an inexplicable sense of depression spread in the air. Han Yi walked along the street toward the center of the city. More than ten miles away, another city wall, only tens of meters high, rose from the ground.
A layer of fiery red light shrouded it, and Han Yi could sense the terrifying aura emanating from that layer of light even though he was far away.
There are some simple gray stone houses on both sides of the street, with the windows and doors closed. Walking along the street, some wooden houses slowly appeared after half a quarter of an hour, with plaques of a certain government hanging on the door. The closer to the inner city,
Those mansions became larger and larger, but they didn't look very beautiful. They were obviously temporary shelters.
When Han Yi reached the fork in the street, he stopped and looked at the two mansions not far away with plaques hanging on them, namely the Han Mansion and the Wu Mansion. After a moment, he exhaled, withdrew his gaze and walked straight to the gate of the inner city.
"Please show me your pass." The heavily armed city guards stopped Han Yi.
Han Yi turned over his hand and took out a bronze token. The city guards immediately let him go and looked at him with extremely respectful expressions.
"Sir, please."
Han Yi walked through the city gate, and the scene in front of him suddenly became bustling and lively. Various spiritual cultivators carrying swords, spears and shields came and went. In Han Yi's sense, the aura of everyone walking on the street was in the spirit sect.
Above the peak, the existence of the spiritual general stage can also be seen everywhere.
"Most of the high-level monks on Lanyue Island should be gathered here." Han Yi thought to himself.
After passing through several streets, Han Yi came to an unguarded mansion. Although there were five people guarding it, none of the passers-by dared to enter the mansion. Occasionally, when he glanced over, there was also an unconcealable longing.
and reverence.
All this is because of a pattern engraved on the plaque of the mansion, a dark seven-story pagoda surrounded by cloud-like patterns. That is the ethereal pagoda, the symbol of the Ling Mansion.
Han Yi walked straight towards the mansion. The passers-by around him were immediately attracted by his move, but after just one glance, they went their separate ways. If put together, the appearance of a Lingfu disciple would be enough to cause a huge earthquake in Tianxia City.
No, but after the race war, Lingfu disciples appeared frequently in Tianxia City, and everyone was used to it.
However, there are also some good people who stop in the distance with the mentality of watching a good show. They have seen many curious guys before who want to enter the mansion to find out, but unexpectedly they are blasted out by the swords of the inner disciples and thrown away.
Big face.
"Do you think this guy is a real Lingfu disciple?" A certain person leaned on the stone wall.
"I don't know, but we will find out soon." Person B pressed his nose and stared closely at Han Yi who was about to enter the door.
Han Yi crossed the threshold and walked into the mansion. When he entered, he saw a young man dressed in white holding a long sword in his hand. His eyes were tightly closed, and a sharp aura was contained within, as if it would burst out at any time, cutting through gold and jade.
"Who is it?" As if sensing Han Yi's arrival, the young man in white opened his eyes instantly, and a powerful sword energy appeared out of thin air and rushed towards him.
Han Yi's spiritual power exploded, and more than a dozen thunderbolts surrounded him and suddenly shot towards the sword energy. Boom, the sword energy and the thunder arc exploded together and disappeared.
"Who are you? Don't you know that this is the residence of Lingfu disciples?" The young man in white stared at Han Yi, a little wary. Although his attack just now seemed simple, it actually contained a trace of Xuanjin Gangqi. Ordinary Lingfu
Even if the general monk could catch it, he would definitely be repulsed. But looking at Han Yi, he didn't even take a step back.