Return to Xianyuan Continent

Looking at the sleeping Xuebai Tuanzi, Wang Tianjiu's expression was unusually gentle, it spit out a mouthful of immortal power, and Bairan floated above the head of the stone sculpture: "Go in, let Bairan accompany me on the last journey. "

Mo Luo and the two looked at each other. They couldn't guess the real relationship between Bairan and it for a while, but it was not difficult to see the closeness between them, so they bowed respectfully: "Please take care of Bairan, senior."

As soon as the inheritance token came out, the weapon pavilion opened, and the two of them entered.

Wang Tianjiu took the two figures into his eyes, jumped onto the stone carving, his body gradually merged with the stone carving, and before completely merging, he uttered a sentence:

The collapse of heaven, the birth of Dao, the calamity of immortality, the empress of soft wood, the one who is reborn, all things are lucky!

As soon as they entered the Inheritance Weapons Pavilion, the two actually separated.The hands that were held together one second, disappeared without a trace the next.

Mo Luo looked at the vague rocky mountains all around, and felt the endless heat radiating from the air.

Walking lost in the uneven sea of ​​stones, the hot ground made his feet feel hot.Such a scorching environment made Mo Luo feel strange. He lowered his head and took a closer look. It turned out that his stone sea was only a thin layer of ore, and under the ore was fiery magma.

The further Moluo walked, the thinner the ore became, the hotter the magma became, and the speed of the magma gradually increased.Mo Luo didn't know why he wanted to go forward, but there was a calling in his heart telling him not to turn back and go to the end of Shi Hai!

The ore became thinner and thinner, from ten pieces in one step to three pieces in one step, then one piece in one step, then one piece in three steps, and finally there was not a single piece of ore that could settle within ten meters.

Mo Luo looked at the flowing magma around him, and estimated that he was still 200 meters away from the center of the magma.

It doesn't work anymore, it's better to fly away.When Mo Luo flew to the center, he found that it was a large pit with a diameter of 20 meters, and the magma was continuously transported in all directions in the pit!

When Mo Luo saw the object soaked in the pit, his pupils shrank for a while, it was—Xuantian Hammer!Familiar lines, familiar appearance, the only difference is the size of the Xuantian Hammer.

The diameter of the hammer head is 15 meters, the cylinder is 30 meters long, and the hammer handle is 50 meters long.The weight cannot be estimated for the time being, could it be the body?

Mo Luo summoned the hammer spirit of the Xuantian Hammer, and a delicate hammer floated out from his neck, and circled around the Xuantian Hammer in the depths of the floating magma all the way, circling around Mo Luo in surprise: "Yes, yes It is undoubtedly my main body! But, why can’t I feel the existence of my main body?”

"What do you mean?" Hearing Hammer Spirit's words, Mo Luo couldn't understand what it said: "Could it be because you have become a Xuantian Realm Spirit, so you can't feel the Xuantian Hammer itself? "

"There is some truth in what you said." Hammer Ling said happily: "Then Mo Luo Mo Luo, take it out quickly!"

"it is good!"

Mo Luo flew to the center of the big pit, looked at the soaked and red handle of the hammer, and held it with both hands. He only felt hot for a while, but it didn't do anything to him.This high temperature can only make him feel hot, but it can no longer burn his skin.

"Aha!" when Mo Luo exerted his strength.I just feel that a giant of a million catties is pulling him down!With a low growl, after using the Vajra Transformation, his height and altitude quickly rose to 30 meters, his strength got a [-]% bonus, and he successfully took the Xuantian Hammer out of the magma.

But when the Xuantian Hammer left the magma, it disappeared quickly and turned into a map.

As soon as the Xuantian Hammer disappeared, the scene suddenly changed. Mo Luo was just standing in a corner on the top floor of the Arms Pavilion.

There are no weapons in the top floor, only various maps.And Mo Qing'an was also in the top floor at this time, with his eyes closed, he should also be in an illusion.

Mo Luo looked at the map and recalled the scene just now, he deduced that the map was the route, and the illusion was the place where Xuantian Hammer sealed.

Seeing the main body disappear, Xuantian Hammer almost cried.If it could cry, it would be buzzing!No wonder, I didn't feel the existence of the main body, so it turned out to be a counterfeit!

Mo Luo clearly felt that the higher his cultivation level, the more he could control the spiritual objects like Xuantian Hammer at will.Of course, the closer the spiritual object is to him, the closer it is.

Seeing the Xuantian Hammer rolling all over the attic, Mo Luo was afraid that it would affect the little husband, so he took it back.

What Mo Luo tried was to touch the map next to him, and found that he was in vain!Sure enough, my guess is correct, the magic weapons on these maps are all spiritual, and the level is estimated to be at least the level of a pseudo-celestial weapon.If you enter the illusion, you will have the opportunity to inherit.

Failure to retrieve the atlas means that the inheritance has failed!

At this time, Mo Qing'an was on a battlefield. In front of him was a woman in armor, holding a long black whip in her hand. The whip was like a long dragon wrapped around her wrist.

The woman's expression is serious, her eyebrows and eyes are proud, even facing the hundreds of thousands of monsters, she doesn't back down.Behind her are tens of thousands of soldiers who advance and retreat together with the same hatred.

With tens of thousands of fighters against hundreds of thousands of orcs, although the strength of both sides is equal, but on this huge base, Mo Qing'an can't help but sweat for them!

The bright red cloak fluttered with the wind, and when the group of monsters moved, the woman whipped her long whip, and the cloak was still thrown into the distance, shouting: "Fight!"

With the broken red cloak and blood flowing, it is hard to tell whether it is a human race or an orc race.

Warcraft relies on its own tyrannical body, not afraid of life and death!

The human race is not as powerful as the orc race, relying on various skills and magic weapons!The woman put aside life and death, and with a long whip, swept away thousands of troops.

As the general's woman, she was fighting the tyrannical top powerhouse of the orc race. She was able to kill hundreds of thousands of mobs while being able to beat ten with one, which was enough to witness her tyranny.

The human race fought bloody battles for a day and a night. When the war was about to be won, reinforcements from the orc race arrived!

If it is at the peak period, women are naturally not afraid.But she was already exhausted after beheading thousands of monsters. Faced with such a situation, the human race had not yet arrived for reinforcements, so she decisively issued an order: "All the troops obey the order—withdraw!"

When they were about to reach the city, a wave of orcs rushed out from the front, attacking the woman and the others.

Broken whips, mutilated corpses, the human race was defeated.

The human race was defeated, the city was shattered, tens of thousands of people died, and the ancient city that stood for tens of thousands of years was wiped out...

The woman stood on the ruined city wall, with only one remaining arm caressing the broken long whip, looking at the former homeland, she roared to the sky in grief and indignation, her body was shattered, and vowed to protect the city inherited from her mother to the death.

Mo Qing'an was moved by the woman's strong character, he shouted loudly: "Don't~"

But everything here could not perceive his existence, he could only silently watch the sad scene of this battle.

When everything returned to silence, everything around Mo Qing'an changed. He opened his eyes and found that he was only standing in a corner of the attic.

Looking at the wet tears in his eyes, Mo Luo said nervously, "What's the matter?"

Mo Qing'an looked at the atlas in his hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I was moved by what I just saw."

When Mo Qing'an calmed down, he looked at the map in his hand and said, "Is this the map of the magic weapon?"

"I guess so." Mo Luo gently squeezed the soft cheek of the little husband: "After the baby is born, how about we go find the magic weapon?"

"it is good."

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