The Peerless Evil God, Chapter 692: The Tomb under the Desert "Okay, let's not talk about him anymore.
Gu Miao Yan Shang Gu Miao Yan Zha Ding Novel," Lin Qingyuan nodded, "Now let's talk about us, where are we going?"
Sacred Heart and Anfeng also turned around at this time and looked at Fang Heng.
Obviously, Lin Qingyuan's question was also what they wanted to ask.
"I don't know where to go either."
Fang Heng's eyes flashed, "I just go based on the feeling of these things."
As he spoke, five weapons floated to Fang Heng's side.
Knives, spears, swords, halberds, and locks, these are the weapons Fang Heng collected in the Land of Imperial Weapons.
Buzz Vibrating sounds were heard, and these imperial weapons appeared for a moment before pointing in the direction directly in front of Fang Heng and others.
"oh" Seeing the vibration of these five weapons, the Sacred Heart and others were shocked, and their eyes were full of surprise.
"Aren't these weapons no longer spiritual?
The resentment inside them has been refined by you.
How come they still have this feeling?"
Sacred Heart asked seriously.
"Indeed, this is also what I am thinking about."
Fang Heng nodded, "What kind of thing can make an emperor-level weapon that has lost its spirit and resentment react?"
"The Forger" Suddenly, Anfeng, who had always been silent, uttered three words, causing everyone to shrink their eyes.
"I think so too."
Fang Heng nodded, "Weapons forged by a person's mind and strength are like his own flesh and blood.
Even if he loses his soul, his flesh and blood can still sense.
Now that these weapons can vibrate on their own, it proves that these weapons are powerful."
Forger, in that direction."
Fang Heng pointed with a finger to where several weapons were shaking.
There was a lot of wind and sand there, and it was impossible to see the way forward clearly.
"I have a question."
Sacred Heart suddenly asked, "Are these five emperor-level weapons all sensing in this direction?"
"yes."
Fang Heng nodded.
"The five emperor-level weapons all sense in the same direction.
According to your inference, the person who can sense this must be the forger of these weapons."
The eyes of the Sacred Heart became serious, "In other words, this means that there is a being there who forged five emperor-level weapons by himself."
Hearing this, Lin Qingyuan and An Feng's eyes changed.
"What kind of strong person can forge emperor-level weapons?
At least he must be at the true martial arts level.
A person who can forge five emperor-level weapons must be at the true martial arts level."
The Sacred Heart continued, "Moreover, why did the emperor-level weapon he forged have no weapon spirit?
Why was it left in the previous space world?
What happened to him?
Is he dead or alive?
If he is alive and we hold his weapon, he will What to do if he dies, it proves that there is something in that place that can kill him, how can we resist it?"
Countless questions spewed out from the mouth of the Sacred Heart, and each of them was extremely practical and related to life.
"You're a bit wrong."
Fang Heng shook his head, "According to my observation, in the land of imperial weapons we have experienced before, almost all the imperial weapons are dead, and at the same time, almost all the imperial weapons have the same aura."
There was doubt in Sacred Heart's eyes.
"To put it simply," Fang Heng said, "No weapon has the same aura, but the imperial weapons in the Imperial Weapon Land that we have experienced before all have the same aura, which means that they are all Forged, even, held by the same person.”
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As the words came out, Sacred Heart's pupils shrank, and the bodies of Lin Qingyuan and An Feng were shocked.
In the imperial land they just walked through, there were hundreds of weapons buried in the loess.
Each of them was an imperial weapon of death.
They originally thought that these imperial weapons all had their own names, but now Fang Heng said that these imperial weapons have the same aura, which means that one person has hundreds of imperial weapons.
"call" Taking a deep breath, the Sacred Heart said seriously, "One imperial weapon is equivalent to a true martial realm, and a hundred imperial weapons are equivalent to a hundred true martial realms.
And the places we have walked before, at least There are six hundred weapons.
If the auras are all the same, then they are all forged by one person.
What kind of person can forge six hundred emperor-level weapons by one person?
What kind of power does this require?
In addition to my previous question, he Whether we live or die, should we go through or not?”
The question came out again.
This time the question sounded the same as before, but Fang Heng knew that it was completely different.
The question asked by the Sacred Heart just now was about eagerness to try, a plan to prepare in advance.
Now the question of Sacred Heart is full of vigilance, and even a sense of not wanting to go.
It’s not his fault.
What kind of powerful person has the ability to forge hundreds of emperor-level weapons by himself?
Now it’s exposed to the outside world, and the spirit of the weapon has dissipated.
Who can do it?
this kind of thing This is far beyond the reach of their current level.
If one thing is not good, it may lead to catastrophe.
"Have you ever heard that the greater the danger, the greater the treasure."
Looking at the Sacred Heart, Fang Heng suddenly said something.
"I've heard of it."
Sacred Heart nodded, "However, the danger is too great."
“It’s good to prepare for the worst, but it’s also essential to hope for the best.”
Fang Heng said seriously, "I know there may be dangers there, but most likely, there are no dangers at all."
"You're taking a gamble."
An Feng said at this time.
"Yes, I am gambling, but aren't you also gambling?"
Fang Heng suddenly smiled, "The world of Shenwu is a world left by powerful Shenwu.
Before coming, you must all know that this place is very dangerous.
There are intrigues, intrigues, and even many mysterious things that we don't know.
However, what brings you here is not the hope of becoming stronger."
Hearing this, the three of them were stunned.
"You came here with the hope of becoming stronger, and you came here to gamble."
Fang Heng said seriously, "Since you have already bet, why do you still care so much?"
All three were speechless.
Fang Heng is right.
Coming here is already a kind of gamble.
For this kind of gamble, they played many games before coming here.
Whether it's the martial arts tournament in the Chaotic 6 Realm or the wooing of Xuantian Mansion, haven't they been gambling all the time?
If we really count it, their bets are already too big.
If they step back, everything they won before will be lost.
If they all disappear, they will also shrink greatly.
The road of a warrior is originally a road full of bets.
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The bet here is not money, but courage and courage.
"Besides, don't you want to see it?"
Fang Heng said again, "Look how powerful this person is and what kind of existence he is.
Thinking about the worst, even if we die in his hands, what does it matter?"
Hearing this, the three people's bodies were shocked again.
Warriors take pride in fighting, and a warrior who dies in battle is not ashamed no matter where he is in this world.
Especially dying in the hands of a strong man, for a warrior, not only is this not shameful, but it is also an unspeakable honor.
"Okay, let's go" Finally, Sacred Heart nodded, "I also want to see how strong this person is and how capable he is of such miraculous skills."
Lin Qingyuan and An Feng also nodded without speaking, but they had already made their attitudes clear.
I came here just to gamble.
"Haha, let's go then."
Fang Heng laughed loudly and stepped forward.
The lightning on his body burst out, instantly dispelling countless wind and sand and opening a clean road.
The speed of the few people began to show, and soon, Fang Heng and the others passed through the endless desert and came to a sand dune in the desert.
"It's strange.
These weapons stopped vibrating when they arrived here.
Why are there still yellow sand all around?"
Lin Qingyuan looked at the weapons around Fang Heng and wondered.
Fang Heng's eyes also flashed, "The only possibility is under the yellow sand."
boom As he spoke, Fang Heng's body erupted with an extremely violent flame thunder.
This thunder rushed straight into the sky, making the clouds in the sky begin to gather, and the wind and sand in the sky and the earth suddenly stopped.
"fall" The next moment, Fang Heng shouted loudly and smacked the sand dunes below with his palm.
Red lightning rushed into the desert at the feet of Fang Heng and others.
There was a loud bang and a waterfall of gauze.
The waves splashed dozens of feet When the gauze waterfall began to subside and everything returned to calm, a flash of surprise flashed across the eyes of Fang Heng and others.
A palace made entirely of gold appeared below Fang Heng and others, covering a distance of thousands of miles.
“That’s it” Fang Heng murmured, and the next moment he looked at Sacred Heart and others, "Let's go down and have a look."
The three Sacred Hearts also nodded, followed Fang Heng and flew directly towards the palace below.
When their footsteps landed on the ground of the Golden Palace, they all saw a sign hanging in the upper room of the palace.
There are three large golden characters written on the sign.
Qi Sheng Tomb "This is a mausoleum."
Sacred Heart said blankly, "Brother Fang, you opened a tomb."
"So what" Fang Heng's eyes flashed, "Here, the mausoleum is a blessed place for those who are destined to be together.
Come on, let's go in and have a look."
As he spoke, Fang Heng strode forward, and Sacred Heart and others immediately followed.
As soon as they entered it, the eyes of Fang Heng and others changed again.
This place was really too magnificent.
When he saw this palace before, Fang Heng knew from the surrounding gravel that this palace had been buried in the desert for many years.
Even after being buried for so many years, the interior of this hall is still so splendid and even spotless, giving people the feeling of being in a holy place.
This is so strange. boom Just when Fang Heng was thinking about this matter, suddenly, a muffled sound was heard, and the door of the main hall behind Fang Heng and others suddenly closed.
The expressions of Lin Qingyuan and others changed, and Fang Heng even shrank his eyes, and the Zhenwu sword in his hand was immediately unsheathed.
"The mausoleum of the Holy Weapon brings both misfortunes and blessings."
At this moment, a faint voice sounded, golden light flashed, and a middle-aged man with a cold face appeared in front of Fang Heng.
"Who are you" Fang Heng said coldly.
"I am the remnant soul of the owner of this mausoleum.
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I am the guardian of the peace of the owner of this mausoleum.
I am also his inheritor and the incarnation of his will."
"I see."
Fang Heng's eyes flashed, "Then what do you want?"
"This mausoleum has been hidden here for thousands of years."
The middle-aged man said lightly, "For thousands of years, no one has come here.
Until you appeared, according to the will of the owner of the mausoleum, everyone who can come here is qualified to receive his inheritance, but this , is just qualified.
If you want to get the real inheritance, you must pass the test of the Weapon Saint," "What a test."
Fang Heng said lightly.
"The test of choice."
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the next moment, three huge coffins appeared in the entire hall.
A coffin is entirely golden, extremely luxurious but not dazzling, with a touch of majesty.
"This is the coffin of the king."
The middle-aged man clicked on the golden coffin, "It represents absolute power and majesty.
If you choose it, you may be able to get the strongest power in the world."
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