Tall stone pillars stand on both sides of the avenue dozens of feet long, on which are carved a large number of rare and strange animals, mountains, rivers and crops, and the patterns are lifelike.
There is a weapon at the top of each pillar, which seems to be sealed on it. Some spiritual masters stayed to try to get it.
Most of them are medium-grade weapons, but there are also a few high-grade weapons. Even so, a medium-grade weapon is worth hundreds of taels of gold.
Ling Han didn't stop, good things usually come at the back.
The hall is extremely spacious, but empty. Except for some murals on the walls, there is nothing else. "Could it be that the treasures of the main hall are the weapons on the stone pillars outside? It shouldn't be!"
Some of the spiritual masters were left outside fighting for weapons, and the rest came to the main hall, looking at a loss at this moment. Some simply went back to fight for weapons. More than a thousand spiritual masters did not give up, searching every corner for clues.
"There are exercises engraved on the back of the floor tiles!"
Someone lifted up a floor tile and was surprised to find something unusual. After hearing this, everyone's next move was to move bricks.
The floor tiles were three feet long and one foot wide. They were ordinary bluestone slabs. Ling Han opened one and found that the back was densely engraved with tiny characters.
Ling Han suddenly became interested, maybe the magic power fragments were here, so he started to speed up to grab the floor tiles and stuff them into the ring.
Take it for yourself first, and then distinguish it carefully when you have free time. Most people had the same idea as Ling Han, so there was competition and fighting.
Ling Han glanced around and found that the barefoot little witch was not participating in the fight. She was staring at the mural on the wall intently, as if her soul was attracted and couldn't hold on.
“Are the murals the real treasure?”
He also found that several people were also staring at the mural. The brother and sister with pure blue essence, the young man holding Fang Tian's painted halberd, the young man in white holding a folding fan...
When he turned around, he didn't see the figure of the barefoot girl. He looked around and couldn't find her. Ling Han scratched his head. This was a bit unusual.
Ling Han tried to stare deeply into the mural. It was obscure and difficult to understand. Mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. A big dragon traveled in the sky, and several ancient monsters bit each other.
One person slaughtered more than a thousand people, and blood flowed into rivers. It was also like thousands of people were chasing one person, and wildfire burned the sky.
Chains bound, stormy waves, the ship sinking to the bottom of the sea...
A picture came into my mind, and my eyes suddenly went dark, and I came to a strange space.
In the small dark space, there was a blood-red wooden box four feet long in front of him. There seemed to be endless monsters roaring and pulling at Ling Han.
In the dark environment, facing the unknown and unpredictable, Ling Han was frightened.
He wanted to stay away, but he couldn't find the exit. He didn't know how he got in, and the blood-red wooden box seemed to be calling Ling Han.
Step by step, he tried and groped his way to the wooden box, "Squeak!"
The wooden box opened slowly and automatically, and endless blood surged out, flooding everything together and destroying everything.
The strong light pierced his eyes. Ling Han covered it with his arms, and through a crack, he caught a glimpse of a sword lying in the wooden box!
Heavenly Demon Sword!
It was actually a complete Heavenly Demon Sword!
The bronze color has not faded yet, and it is wrapped in red. It is three feet and nine inches long, and the handle is the same as the previous broken sword.
"Why is the Sky Demon Sword here?"
Ling Han embedded it in the recessed mark of the stone gate, and it was engulfed in blood and disappeared, only to reappear here again.
The bloody light was slowly absorbed by the Sky Demon Sword, and the red color disappeared, revealing the original bronze color. Ling Han picked up the complete Sky Demon Sword, but its weight had increased a bit.
Heavenly soldiers!
A genuine heaven-level weapon!
Wu Congtian called it the Sky Demon Sword. It was a damaged item from ancient times, but unexpectedly it was restored here. I just don’t know if the sky-splitting ax has been restored.
Is this your own destiny? Get the Sky Demon Sword again in the mysterious space. Ling Han looked at this heavenly weapon, not to mention how happy he was.
Unknowingly, this space became brighter, or a stone path appeared in front of it, a road of light. Every time I took a few steps forward, darkness returned to the back, and there was no way to turn back.
At the end of the road is a huge stone tablet about nine feet high and three feet wide, with incomprehensible words engraved on it.
"Hey! Why are you here too?"
A heavenly and ethereal voice sounded behind Ling Han. The voice sounded a bit like a little fairy. When he turned around in surprise, he saw that it was the little barefoot girl.
His feet were three inches above the ground, he was holding a black staff in his hand, and he was looking at Ling Han with a surprised look on his face.
"Who are you?" the little witch asked again, raising her staff as if she would hit you if you didn't answer.
Just as Ling Han was about to explain, another person came next to him, with a purple gourd tied around his waist and long flowing blond hair.
"Little monster!" Ling Han exclaimed.
"It's you!"
The little monster lowered his guard when he saw it was Ling Han, and then looked at the little witch unkindly.
"Your name is Little Monster? What a strange name." The little witch stared at the Little Monster again and again, and finally her eyes rested on the purple gourd.
"I see." As if he understood something, he turned to Ling Han and said, "What's your name? What's your origin?"
"Ahem, I'm in Konoha." Ling Han knew the terror of the little witch, so he said respectfully.
"Oh, little Ye Zi." The little witch nodded.
"Well!"
Little Ye Zi, Ling Han was really helpless. If you tell her her real name, Xiaohanzi, Xiaohanzi...
"Are you from the Demon Clan?" the little witch walked forward, staring at Ling Han and asked.
"I'm not a demon, I'm an ordinary person!"
"You lied. Only demons can come here." The little witch pouted.
"So, you two are demons?" Ling Han asked.
"I'm not." the little monster said.
"It seems you don't know anything." The little witch glanced sideways at Ling Han, feeling very proud, and turned around to come to the huge stone monument.
"Have the demons really returned to the world?" Ling Han asked.
The little witch smiled evilly, showing two little tiger teeth and said: "Call me sister, and I will tell you."
"Tch, little brat." Ling Han said disdainfully.
"snort!"
"Boom!" With a sound, the little witch's face darkened, she waved her staff, and a black star blasted away Ling Han.
"It's quite durable!" Looking at Ling Han who fell to the ground with a ferocious expression, the little witch felt very comfortable.
"Who are you?" The little monster saw Ling Han deflated and was indifferent, so he asked the little girl.
"My name is as strange as yours. My name is Little Witch!" The Little Witch showed an innocent and bright smile, her eyes were curved into crescents, and her two tiger teeth were really beautiful.
Ling Han's teeth itched at the sight and he said: "A little blond monster and a little barefoot witch, you two are really special."
"boom!"
Another starburst, not fatal, but painful.
Ignoring Ling Han who was lying on the ground, the little witch looked at the little monster who was about the same height as herself and had strange long golden hair and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Get something."
"Oh, just like me." The little witch pointed at the stone tablet and said, "The thing you are looking for is right here."
"I'll open it." The little monster said in a cold voice, still expressionless.
Without waiting for the little witch to speak, she took out the purple gourd from her waist and struck the stone monument. The golden light as thick as the mouth of a bowl struck the stone monument.
"Bang!"
There was a dull sound, the stone tablet was intact, and the little monster not only frowned.
"Let my sister do it."
The little witch raised her staff high, shouted, and hit the stone tablet with a fist-sized star.
Ling Han's scalp was numb when he saw it. If it hit him, he would be blown to pieces on the spot.
"Bang!" With a sound, only a few pieces of gravel fell off the stone tablet. The little witch looked a little pale and said in disbelief: "Even the Star Wand doesn't work?!"
