Fighting the Supreme Realm

"Well, let's not disturb Young Master Xiao. Let Young Master adjust his breathing first, while Xiao Zhan and Zi Ying guard." Le Shaolong said, "Leave the matter of cleaning the battlefield to us."

"Ah? What I like most is cleaning the battlefield. Why don't you let me go? Maybe some treasures will appear this time." Xiao Zhan, who had tasted the sweetness, couldn't help but daydream about it. .

"Are you the only one who likes to clean the battlefield? Let me tell you, every one of us likes it more than you! Tsk, do you think the treasure is just cabbage, picking it up everywhere?" Feng Feng directly gave Xiao Zhan several rolls of his eyes.

Everyone laughed, and Xiao Zhan pursed his lips in frustration.

Now that the dreamer is dead and the illusion is gone, a huge fortress appears before everyone's eyes. It is as silent as iron, lifeless and lifeless. The most surprising thing is its color, which is pitch black, like ink. Generally speaking, it is not the pure white that everyone saw at first.

"Maybe this is its true appearance." Storm said to himself and took the lead in walking in.

"This is the first time I have experienced the horror of the power of the soul. It is so abnormal." Nan Erming looked at the contrast in color between the front and back of the fortress, his face a little pale, and the previous scenes flashed before his eyes from time to time.

"Follow the storm and don't get into any accidents." Le Shaolong quickly followed up. The fortress covered an area so large that it was unimaginable. It was inevitable that something unexpected would happen inside.

"Actually, I'm also looking forward to it." After watching Le Shaolong and others enter, Ziying's eyes showed curiosity and looked in the direction of the fortress.

With Ziying's support, Xiao Zhan's eyes became hot, he stretched his neck and looked at the fortress eagerly.

Time passed bit by bit, and with the support of the elixir, Xiao Yan had recovered, patted the dust on his clothes, and stood up.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Le Shaolong, Nan Erming and Feng Feng walked out. They looked at Xiao Yan spreading his hands and sighed helplessly.

To be honest, who doesn't want to gain more, but the facts are before their eyes, and everyone can only accept their fate.

"I'm talking about Storm, were we too harsh in our attack just now? Look at this Dream Breaker, not even a scum was left behind." Nan Erming regretted that he had been a little too harsh in his attack just now.

"Fortunately, at least it has a magic core. The magic core of a six-star monster is quite good." Xiao Yan took out the only item obtained from the Dream Breaker and comforted everyone.

"The majestic six-star mid-term monsters are not as good as Howl." Xiao Zhan complained, his eyes swept towards the place where Dream Breaker fell. There was only a pool of blood and mud there. Apart from that, there was a man standing quietly not far away. The Dreambreaker's Staff.

"What kind of broken weapon is this? It's so broken and looks like nothing." Xiao Zhan walked over and pulled out the wooden stick. He really couldn't understand how the Dream Breaker's weapon could be so worn out.

"Time can corrode anything. This place has experienced endless time, and even good weapons will become unworthy." Xiao Yan said while looking at the traces of sand in the fortress.

"Wait, did you hear it? It seems... there seems to be some noise." Feng Feng's ears moved lightly, and he heard a strange and vague sound. It was very low and vague. If you are not paying attention, you will easily miss it. past.

"Could it be that the weapon has become alive and is mourning its master?" Ziying also heard it, she guessed.

"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust. Since you have followed your master for endless years, I will give you a ride and let you sink into the ground forever and follow your master." The utensils have spirits, and there is something in the storm's heart. After touching it, he waved his hand, and a storm swept the wooden staff into the air, intending to use the power of the whirlwind to smash the weapon and bury it between heaven and earth.

"If things are like this, how can people be embarrassed?"

Everyone in Xiao Yan sighed with mixed emotions.

The metal blade at the end of the staff lost its luster and slowly broke into pieces as everyone watched, falling into the whirlwind.

"Ding Dong!"

The metal pieces fell to the ground and collided with the boulders, making a crisp sound.

What surprised everyone was that the body of the wooden staff only had a few deep cracks and did not break.

"Even the metal has been shattered by the wind. What kind of material is this staff made of, but there is no major damage?" Nan Erming was puzzled.

"It's indeed very magical. I can't tell what material it is made of." Xiao Yan looked carefully at the wooden staff swinging left and right in the whirlwind. It was like a small boat that could be capsized at any time in the stormy waves, but it still flickered and appeared strong.

Storm was also secretly surprised. His handprints changed, his fighting spirit was released, and Storm suddenly became violent.

The violent storm raged, and the wooden stick was covered with cracks. Then with a loud bang, it turned into wood chips, flying in the whirlpool.

"It's finally over, let's go." Xiao Yan smiled and raised his legs to leave, but before he could finish his words, he was already stunned in place.

Amidst the flying ash, an object was suspended in the air, completely black and shining with the texture and luster of metal.

"What is this?" Ziying screamed.

On the top of the black object, a dark orb can be seen. As it turns, blood light shoots out, the cold light shines, and a tragic and evil aura is exuded.

"What is it?" Xiao Yan and everyone were shocked. They didn't expect that there was another mystery in this broken cane.

"Heaven has been kind to us!" Xiao Zhan shouted wildly.

Everyone hurriedly approached and took a closer look. They saw that the object was surrounded by a layer of blood energy, as if there were blood-colored flames burning, and the evil energy was billowing. They felt uneasy even within a few meters of it.

"It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to get this treasure when I saw it." Nan Erming sighed, his eyes couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"This thing is extraordinary, but it's a pity that it is too fierce. If you hold it for too long, your mind will be affected and your personality will gradually become distorted." Feng Feng said in a calm tone, "We can't want this thing. If we keep it, it will also harm the world. It’s better to destroy it.”

Fate seems to like to play tricks. After a bloody battle, Xiao Yan and others almost hated this place. Now that the treasure they have obtained can only be seen from a distance but cannot be possessed, everyone is very regretful.

"Destroy it." Xiao Yan sighed and then spoke resolutely.

"Because I have appeared in this world, let me end it." The storm was not an indecisive person. He immediately put his hands together and changed his handprints. Mysterious spells resounded through the sky, and the strong wind elements continued to gather in. The wind and clouds changed color, and the yellow Sand spreads all over the sky and the earth.

This thing is absolutely extraordinary and cannot be destroyed by ordinary wind. The storm summoned a tornado. The sky was gloomy and gloomy, and powerful forces were gathering.

Suddenly, a bloody light shot up into the sky, and the black object suspended in mid-air shone brightly. The tornado in the sky seemed to be pulled, with the black object as the center, forming a huge vortex and poured down, like a black rainbow across the sky, arriving in the blink of an eye.

The sky gradually darkened, and the last light at the junction of heaven and earth also disappeared. In the surprised eyes of Xiao Yan and everyone, only black objects shone, which stood out in the dim sky.

"This item seems to be absorbing the energy of the storm!" Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe it. This scene was completely appalling and shocking.

With the continuous injection of wind elements, the black objects were scattered with blood, and the evil spirit was losing a trace, and the color slowly became lighter.

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