Chapter 4268: This is my inference

Chapter 4268 This is my inference

The Storm Lord never thought that these people would be able to discover treasures like the Dragon Ball not long after they entered the no-man's land. Although the grade of this dragon ball is not very high, the dragon ball itself is a supreme treasure. In addition to directly refining the dragon beads to improve the bloodline level of practitioners, the dragon beads can also be embedded into treasures to give the treasures a certain degree of growth.

As the level of the treasure increases, the dragon ball will become more powerful. In the last civilization era, there was a strong man who refined the dragon ball into his own blade, and then made the blade ascend from the level of the Supreme Realm to the Emperor Senior Realm step by step.

"You continue to explore in this no-man's land. If you encounter any danger, notify me as soon as possible. Even if my projection clone cannot protect you, I will ask for help as soon as possible and let other strong people take action. "

The Lord of Storms said swornly.

"Protect us? The treasures we get from protecting us are not enough!" Feng Qingyang's heart was like a mirror. He knew what kind of calculation the Lord of the Storm had in his heart.

But there are some things that cannot be revealed.

Feng Qingyang was still grateful. Like the Lord of Storms, he thanked her repeatedly to express his gratitude.

Feng Qingyang and others continued to move forward. After a while, they arrived at an ancient battlefield. This ancient battlefield was filled with murderous intent, and there were broken halberds stuck diagonally into the ground, giving people a feeling of endless desolation.

"This is?"

Feng Qingyang saw a long sword thrust diagonally on the ground, and he couldn't help showing an excited expression. The long sword was intact and had an ancient and crude aura on it.

If his guess is correct, this long sword should be a treasure from ancient times. There are ancient inscriptions carved on the long sword. This is definitely a weapon at the peak level of the Supreme Realm.

Although Feng Qingyang's status in the Feng Clan is not low, the weapons she currently uses are only magical weapons of extremely average quality at the supreme level. The long sword in front of him was a few yards higher than the weapon in his hand, and he couldn't help but show excitement in his eyes.

If he can master this long sword, his combat power will increase by more than 10% in the future.

He looked extremely excited.

For practitioners, powerful magic weapons are equivalent to their second life.

"Also here, I found a shield at the peak level of the Immortal Lord Realm. Although this shield is a bit old, its quality is much more powerful than the shields in the current underworld universe. There is a golden dragon defense formation carved in it, which can withstand endless murderous intent. , if it is fully activated, its defense power will be no less than that of a magical weapon at the supreme level!"

The Immortal Lord of the Wind Clan whispered.

There was a brilliant brilliance in his eyes.

This place is an absolute gem.

In an ancient battlefield, most of the weapons have been broken.

But just a few that are handed down occasionally are enough for people like them to benefit from it endlessly.

In ancient times, the civilizations of all races were splendid.

Countless miracles blossomed, and although they were later dissipated in the long river of history due to various reasons, the power of ancient civilizations cannot be erased!

Any magical weapon from ancient times has its own unique value.

If the value of these magic weapons can be fully developed, the strength of these people can at least improve to several levels.

This ancient battlefield was left behind by Fang Yue.

Specifically used to deceive these people of the Wind Clan.

Fang Yue understood that he couldn't bear to let his children trap the wolf, but this battlefield of all races was indeed in no man's land.

It was just that after Fang Yue discovered it, he took away the only half-step Tianzun level magic weapon and left the other objects untouched.

The joy of Feng Qingyang and others made them completely forget about the dangerous situation they had just experienced.

Just at this time.

An Immortal Lord of the Wind Clan suddenly fell to the ground, twitching all over, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes turned white.

"Oh, no!"

The Immortal Lord of the Wind Clan kept twitching and moaning.

"Fengjun, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Qingyang felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

React instantly.

This is no man's land, not your own back garden.

No matter how many treasures there are, you have to have a life to get them.

"me…"

Feng Jun reluctantly opened his eyes, and then said to Feng Qingyang.

"This treasure has a ghost!"

As he spoke, he released a black token in his hand, but strangely, the token did not fall down as his palm was released.

On the contrary, the token seemed to be stuck to his hand. It stuck tightly and there was no trace of it falling off!

"This is impossible!"

Feng Qingyang tore the token hard, but it didn't move at all.

He is a powerful man at the supreme level who can't even tear off a token!

Feng Qingyang's eyes were about to burst.

However, he could only watch Feng Jun being drained of his energy and blood little by little by the token, and his body wasted away.

"Cut off my wrists!"

crucial moment.

Fengjun showed the courage of a strong man to cut off his wrist.

When Feng Qingyang heard this, he couldn't help but take out a dagger. He swung the dagger and landed on Feng Jun's wrist.

However, a strange scene happened.

It can't be cut, it can't be cut at all!

Feng Jun's body was as tough as iron, and even when the dagger was bent, it didn't cut even half of Feng Jun's wrist.

"My body doesn't seem to belong to me anymore!"

Feng Jun was in even more pain.

"Kill me! Kill me quickly!"

Fengjun yelled.

Feng Qingyang heard this.

He gritted his teeth.

He waved the dagger in his hand again and stabbed Fengjun in the neck.

If his prediction was correct, there should be two souls living in this token.

One belongs to Feng Qingyang. The other one belongs to the owner of the token.

If Fengjun is taken away, they may face a terrifying enemy.

Sorry.

Fengjun.

This time next year, I will burn more paper money for you!

Hands up.

The knife falls!

There was a click.

The dagger is broken!

Feng Qingyang was completely stunned.

This is a magical weapon at the highest level.

Fengjun's body is so tough that he can chop even the highest-level magic weapons!

"Jie Jie Jie, I'm finally back!"

Fengjun's voice changed drastically, becoming gloomy and sinister!

"Do you want to kill me?"

Fengjun stood up slowly.

His body gradually changed, his bones lengthened, he became taller and thinner, his cheekbones became higher and straighter.

Feng Jun looked at Feng Qingyang gloomily.

One of his hands, like an iron hoop, grabbed Feng Qingyang's neck.

"You, who are you?"

Feng Qingyang asked with difficulty.

While stalling for time.

While informing the Storm Lord.

This guy is so scary.

He can't beat him at all!

"who I am?"

The soul in Feng Jun's body sneered.

"You don't deserve to know!"

"He doesn't deserve it, what about me?"

Feng Qingyang's body.

The voice of the Storm Lord came out.

Feng Qingyang really found that ancient battlefield.

Their reasoning is correct!

Now Feng Qingyang's value is enough for him to come to the rescue!

A shadow of the Storm Lord descended.

He slid his fingers gently.

The wind blade fell.

Feng Jun's hand holding Feng Qingyang's throat was broken at the wrist level!

The Storm Lord is the Storm Lord after all!

Feng Jun's face turned gloomy.

Fresh flesh and blood soon appeared on the broken wrist, and the severed limb was reborn!

"Lord of the Storm? I advise you not to wade into the muddy waters this time! This is one of the battlefields of the ultimate battle in ancient times! There are a lot of powerful people buried in it that you can't even afford to offend!"

Fengjun warned.

He knew the Storm Lord.

Because he is also a survivor of the Kaitian era.

"The ultimate battle in ancient times?!"

When the Storm Lord heard this, his expression did change slightly.

But soon, his surprise turned into endless greed.

"Hahaha, I remember that countless powerful beings were buried in that battle. Are their weapons, their bones, and the treasures they left behind all here? Even the three artifacts that were fought over by all parties in ancient times have arrived. Where? Is it also buried in this battlefield?"

The Storm Lord's greed is even stronger.

In ancient times, due to the appearance of three artifacts, unimaginable fierce battles broke out.

Tower of Bones.

Demon refining pot.

Seven-star lamp!

These three artifacts defy the heavens.

It is said that it was refined by several emperor-level experts several civilizations ago.

They are born ownerless.

Available to everyone.

Each artifact has boundless power and is said to be able to subvert an era.

"How dare you covet those three artifacts?!"

The being inside Feng Jun said in astonishment.

"Do you know those artifacts..."

He didn't wait for the man to finish his words.

The Storm Lord has taken action again.

"Want to delay time with words? No way!"

He was tricked by Fang Yue several times.

The Storm Lord also learned the lesson.

He is extremely wary of not playing his cards according to the routine.

He knew that Feng Jun's body might really have an extremely terrifying existence parasitizing it.

The reason why it is parasitism and not seizing one's body is because beings at that level simply cannot look down on Fengjun's garbage-like body and bones.

He is stalling for time, draining every bit of essence from Fengjun's body, and then he will choose the next host.

Until the strength of his flesh and blood is gathered together.

Flesh and blood reborn.

Several wind blades from the Storm Lord fell.

Feng Jun's body was cut to pieces.

But it's too late.

There was no trace of blood among Feng Jun's stumps scattered on the ground.

Incision.

Flesh and blood withered.

Some were slightly black and even emitted a rotten stench.

His body seemed to have been a rotten corpse that had fallen for several days.

The strong ones at the Immortal Lord Realm level are full of Qi and blood and are immortal.

At least it seems that there should be no problem for ten or eight years.

But reality.

A hard slap in the face.

The strength of his flesh and blood failed and dried up.

Far beyond everyone's imagination.

Fengjun's body weathered and dispersed into countless particles.

"I'll be back!"

The soul that just attached to Feng Jun's body said Zhang Yang.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Feng Qingyang survived the disaster.

He looked at the Storm Lord with a horrified look on his face.

"What are you looking at? This clone of mine can still last for about fifteen breaths. All of you must take away the treasures from this battlefield in the shortest possible time. Then leave this no-man's land!"

The Storm Lord understood something.

Stay safe.

Without the protection of their own clones, these idiots would not be able to survive safely here.

It doesn't matter if they die.

If these treasures leave him.

He will be heartbroken.

Feng Qingyang came back to his senses and ordered everyone to search for treasures as quickly as possible.

After fifteen breaths, everyone picked up at least ten treasures of their choice.

Then the Storm Lord led everyone out of the no-man's land and returned to Tiance Kingdom.

The Storm Lord took away 80% of the treasure.

Everyone keeps two!

This is the reward for their labor.