Grandmaster of Heroes

() In front of the towering cross-gun sculpture, He Duoqi watched Xu Zhi's figure slowly marching forward.

From direct glance to closed-eye perception, Xu Zhi's pace is extremely slow, and the time constant can only take a step in minutes.

He Duoqi looked at the flashing inner air on Xu Zhi's body, and the cold sweat from his forehead from time to time seemed to be under the effect of the sword.

It felt like he was familiar, and had been stabbed once by the sharp edge of the cross gun.

The statue made him think about it, and the sharpness of the cross gun was unstoppable. In the ruins of Xing Huang, this seems to be some peculiar treasures, which are different from the treasures he had previously contacted.

I don't know what kind of relic civilization it had before.

It can erect a metal sculpture that is more than 200 meters high. This ruin is bound to bloom through a very high civilization.

If hundreds of thousands of years ago, they may have a certain civilization distance from each other.

He Duoqi tried a little, and a familiar feeling came, he immediately took a step back, out of the influence range of this cross gun sculpture, and focused his eyes on Xu Zhi again.

Xu Zhi's steps are getting closer and closer. Most of the time has passed, his body has stood next to the cross gun sculpture.

He Duoqi saw Xu Zhi raised his right hand, and after a long time, he slowly pressed his hand to the cross gun of more than 200 meters.

It was just a moment of contact between the hand and the cross gun, the sharp light on the gun body was like raindrops, and they all fell.

When he looked up again, the cross gun sculpture no longer felt tingling, and layers of debris began to fall from the cross gun.

He Duoqi took a step forward and saw no difference before and after.

I can no longer feel the feeling of sword and body.

The strange feeling brought by this cross gun sculpture has been broken by Xu Zhi.

"As long as you can walk to the center of the sculpture and touch the sculpture, can you break the impact?"

He Duoqi looked at Xu Zhi, thought deeply.

This is contrary to the silver sculpture of the human figure. The statue seems harmless, and the calf is finished as soon as it is touched.

Xu Zhi seems to be getting something, maybe he has reversed the order.

If you endure this feeling of sword and body, you may also gain a little.

Two relics were placed in front of each other, but each one did not cherish it well, and did not get any benefits. He Duoqi felt like a knife, feeling he was a lost boy.

Beside the cross-gun sculpture, the tide-like feeling receded. When the eyes opened, Xu Zhi's hand was already pressed on the cross-gun sculpture.

He opened his palm, and a carved symbol under his palm slammed into ash.

"Tanan, the fighter stele."

He glanced over the inscription on this holy vessel guarded by Tanan.

With the destruction of Tanan's spiritual imprint, the inscriptions became dim, leaving only the ancient inscriptions.

A cold wind blew, and Xu Zhi saw the dust on the fighter's tablet keep dropping.

Losing the spiritual imprint of Tanan, the life of this holy artifact seems to have entered the dusk.

There is some convulsion in Xu Zhi's mouth.

He happened to be missing a holy weapon, but there always seemed to be some opportunities to be missed.

The tauren saint patron saint of the earth, the incomplete bite flower in the world tree, or the magic rainbow that cannot solve the damage problem.

Until the fighter monument in front of him.

For each of these holy items, Xu Zhi felt that it was stronger than the **** of fire that promoted the reproduction of jumpers.

The abilities of the monarch-level creatures corresponding to the achievements after breaking the level may also be higher.

Xu Zhi contracted his fingers back with difficulty, and casually read a few spells to receive the holy weapon.

The Gladiator's Stele did not respond at all.

Even he himself played in battle, Xu Zhi felt that Tanan must have opened a small stove for his race. This holy artifact named the Warrior Monument is likely to be the strongest among many races.

Tanan's real name, the real name of the barbarian god.

Xu Zhi didn't know one.

He read Tanan and Tanu several times. Eventually he could only watch this holy weapon go to death, even the holy weapon of the card machine was not recovered.

"Xu Shaofu, why can't this cross gun statue work?"

He Duoqi came hurriedly, he touched the four inverted spears, and then touched the highest cross-shaped main rod.

In He Duoqi's perception, this sculpture with strange abilities seems to have no effect.

If we use some metaphysical words to describe it, He Duoqi feels like a man has lost his soul, his organ has lost his soul, and there is a shape and no life.

The sculpture in front of me is the same.

When the sharpness faded away, the decaying rust began to permeate this huge sculpture.

This peculiar object entered death.

"It may have been a long time," Xu Zhi said contemplatively: "It belongs to foreign powers and middle powers, and it will break when touched. I think it is forcibly touching porcelain."

"Forcibly touch the porcelain?"

He Duoqi opened his mouth wide.

Xu Zhi's explanation is far-fetched.

But Xu Zhi didn't get anything. The two recorders testified that Xu Zhi did not get any external benefits.

Inner?

How could He Duoqi know what Xu Zhi got inside, and what kind of inner beauty can the feeling of the sword stab hurt.

He Duoqi regards this feeling as the self-protection mechanism of these weird treasures, and he feels that Xu Zhi violently broke this protective measure.

It's just that he still didn't understand how Xu Zhi broke it.

Forcibly touched?

He Duoqi squeezed the sculpture hard, and a metal rust shell was directly pinched off by him.

He left the rust shell aside silently.

I saw a colorful red worm drilled out of the soil nearby. The body was wrapped around this rust shell and pulled hard into the soil. Some red worms drilled out and ate up to eat. It was disgusting.

At this time, it was more like a feast near the fighter monument.

With the flying metal dust on the sculpture, countless red worms rushed out of the soil and hissed in the sky.

This scene is a bit like the sandworm on the tidal flat.

"It turns out that you are assisting."

Xu Zhi glanced at the sea of ​​insects around him, and understood in his heart that Tanu's spiritual imprint behaved so intellectually.

In addition to the stone, this special little creature eats everything, and even the holy warrior stele has not let go, constantly eating around.

One year or two will not work. Ten years or eight years may cause a trace of invasion, or it may last for hundreds, hundreds, or even thousands of years.

This invasion has caused some damage to the Gladiator's Monument, and may even affect the performance of Tanan's spiritual imprint.

Until Xu came, he made up the last knife.

This holy weapon began to decay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xu Zhi recognized the inscription on the gladiator's stele several times. With a little tiptoe, people have already flew to the top of the gladiator's stele like a dragon.

"Xu Shaofu can really fly high."

Two hundred meters, a distance of sixty floors, this is not a normal master fly height.

He is no exception. He Duoqi feels that he needs to borrow four or five times to jump up.

This time it can't be any slower.

If there were some wonderful things in the summit, he also wanted to drink a soup, and thought a little in his mind. He Duoqi grabbed the sculpture with both hands, and also climbed up quickly.

"Ah, there are so many red bugs."

On the tip of the cross gun, He Duoqi looked at Xu Zhi's back with his hands folded, his face looked at Wen Qing, and looked around for a few minutes. He Duoqi thought that Xu Zhi would spit out some beautiful words. There is no difference in human voices.