Legendary Armament Canon



The sky was dark red, and the ground was red, as if it was stained with blood.

The entire world was dim and full of a sense of oppression.

Feng Jing looked at his surroundings and only wanted to curse.

Damn it. How did this happen?

Wasn't the entrance to the mysterious place gone?

How did I get in?

He was completely unprepared!

Feng Jing's muscles tensed up, and he fell into a vigilant state.

He had entered the mysterious place once, although he couldn't remember what he had experienced here after leaving.

But the bone-deep fear had made him lose sleep for an entire year after he returned to the outside world.

Every night, he had woken up from a nightmare.

In his heart, this mysterious place was like hell. If possible, he would never want to come here again.

Even though he knew that there might be countless opportunities here, he didn't want to come.

But now, he had inexplicably entered!

"Little Brother, Little Brother, you're really going to get me killed." Feng Jing cursed. "Feng Wu didn't know how dangerous this place is and was tricked to death by you. I'm already so cooperative with you. Why do you still want to trick me to death?"

"You won't die." A voice sounded in Feng Jing's ear.

Then a figure appeared out of thin air.

"Who are you?" Feng Jing retreated several hundred meters with a whoosh. He was so fast that it was almost impossible to see him with the naked eye.

With such speed, he was indeed worthy of being the ancestor of the griffin race.

Feng Jing stared warily at the unfamiliar man in front of him. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity from this man.

"Zhou Shu," the man said indifferently.

"Little Brother?" Feng Jing knew this name. With his cautious personality, how could he not investigate in advance before going to the giant spirit race's stronghold?

Moreover, when Feng Wu sent him a message, he had also mentioned Zhou Shu's name.

"You can call me by my name," the incarnation said coldly.

His Freedom Transformation Technique allowed him to transform into tens of millions of incarnations. Every incarnation had an independent personality and might not be like his main body.

Feng Jing chuckled but didn't let down his guard. Instead, he probed, "Little Brother, how did you become like this? You're not as handsome as before."

He wasn't a greenhorn. It was impossible for him to believe everything the other party said.

Zhou Shu looked completely different from before. Feng Jing didn't believe that he was Zhou Shu.

The incarnation glanced at Feng Jing without saying anything.

After looking around, the incarnation chose a direction and walked forward.

The reaction of the incarnation was completely beyond Feng Jing's expectations. "Don't leave. We're not done yet."

He hurriedly followed. While maintaining a distance of several meters from the incarnation, he asked, "Little Brother, why did you become like this? What happened to your face?"

"Shut up!" the incarnation said coldly. He frowned slightly and looked up.

The next moment, his aura exploded, and the ground under his feet exploded, sending dirt flying everywhere.

Feng Jing was shocked and jumped several hundred meters away.

The next moment, he saw Zhou Shu slash forward with a meter-long saber.

Swish!

Blood splattered as a black shadow was cut out of the void.

The black shadow was a ferocious monster with a green face and fangs. It had three heads and six arms, and its entire body was covered in foot-long red fur.

There was a shocking wound on its chest.

"Roar!" The monster let out a roar.

The incarnation's expression was cold as he pointed the tip of his saber at the ground while staring at the monster.

"Little Brother, kill him!" Feng Jing shouted.

The incarnation ignored Feng Jing. He stared at the red-furred monster without blinking and slashed out again.

Boom!

The wound on the red-furred monster's chest healed at a visible speed, and its three heads and six arms suddenly shot out beams of divine light.

The six divine lights collided with the saber beam of the incarnation. With a bang, the saber beam was shattered.

The strong impact made the incarnation take several steps back.

As for the red-furred monster, it was flipped over.

It let out a long cry, and the expression of Feng Jing, who was in the distance, changed drastically.

As he assumed a fleeing posture, he called out to Zhou Shu, "Little Brother, not good. Run! A nest of red-furred monsters is coming!"

The incarnation said coldly without turning his head, "Where are you going to escape to? I'm here to find someone, not to run for my life."

The incarnation's eyes were cold as he looked at the red-furred monster. Behind the red-furred monster, the figures of several red-furred monsters appeared. They were running over crazily.

His killing intent soared. No matter what these red-furred monsters were, since they wanted to kill him, they had to be prepared to die!

Boom!

The incarnation's body exploded with light, and his saber technique landed on the group of red-furred monsters like lightning.

The Heavenly Saber Art was the first saber technique that Zhou Shu had mastered. Nowadays, he rarely used it.

But it didn't mean that the Heavenly Saber Art wasn't good. The Heavenly Saber Art was limitless. The higher one's cultivation was, the stronger their Heavenly Saber Art.