Global Fantasy: Only I Can Hang Up!

Chen Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows. When he was outside, he could not feel the existence of spiritual power. After entering this path, he also felt spiritual power in the details. It is obvious that the underground veins of spiritual stone are not completely confined by the formation. If you live, you still have to provide some spiritual support to these halls. After all, if there is no spiritual nourishment all the time, these halls would have rotted a long time ago.

There are also some fairy flowers and grasses next to the trail. Obviously they have been in the past for a few years. They are definitely good things for refining pill. But for Chen Xuanfeng, he doesn’t care. The things he needs are too scarce. I couldn't see these guys at all, and walked directly into the hall, and after crossing a small 10-stone road, I entered a hall with words written on it.

Canggong Pavilion!

"What a Changzang Gong Pavilion, the true formation inheritance that I always wanted to get, I didn't expect it to come directly to the Tibetan Gong Pavilion in the tomb of the gods.

Muttering to himself, Chen Xuanfeng is also somewhat satisfied. After all, he does not say that there is much demand for those treasures and weapons, they are not rare, and the system can be fully exchanged.

After taking a closer look, Chen Xuanfeng did not stay here, but went straight into the hall. Just after entering the hall, he found that his spiritual consciousness could not spread.

It shows that these stone walls obviously have the power to block the spread of divine consciousness, which also made Chen Xuanfeng frowned.

This means that if someone comes in, he doesn't know it, and it is easy to be attacked by others. After thinking about this, Chen Xuanfeng casually arranged some formations here that could perceive others coming, and then turned and left.

Anyway, there is no lethality, so it will not be noticed by others, but after others pass through here, the formation here is collapsed.

At the very least, I have some preparations in my heart. Otherwise, if I just discover something or fall into a crisis, I can’t leave in time. Instead, I’ll be picked up by the mantis. That's not good.

Following the guidance of the hall’s road, passing through this quaint corridor, the torches reflected on the nearby road, and a huge room appeared in the distance, filled with densely packed bookshelves, antique and full of books, standing at the entrance There was also a bronze figure standing there, sitting at the door of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion like an old man, not allowing people to enter.

Chen Xuanfeng also raised his eyebrows. He also knew that these ancient inheritances and the so-called halls contained guarding formations and some spirits that had been passed down for many years to protect the halls.

Obviously, this old bronze man was left by the owner of this god tomb to guard Tibetan Gongge 097. If he was not strong enough, he would definitely not be allowed to enter. If he couldn't beat the old man, there would be no way to practice the exercises here.

Otherwise, if you get it, it will be violent, so Chen Xuanfeng didn't hesitate after thinking about it, and stepped directly into the hall. Just after stepping in, the bronze figure moved instantly.

Two short knives flew out directly in his hands, and went directly towards Chen Xuanfeng's facade like a butterfly. Chen Xuanfeng's eyes flashed, and the sky-opening knives in his hands suddenly clenched, turning into a month and a half of attack and rushed up. .

"Rumble."

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