This pitch-black metal box is unimaginably strong. No matter what method Lin Feng uses, he cannot destroy it or damage it in the slightest.

At the same time, it destroys all vitality, and any Taoist magical power formed by vitality in front of it seems to be non-existent, and it can be easily annihilated.

Lin Feng even suspected that it restrained even the soul!

This is undoubtedly a great treasure, no matter if it is vitality, material or divine soul, there is nothing that can be done against it.

Lin Feng has been practicing for a few months, but only barely has a little connection with it. He can take it into his body, and he doesn't have to continue to hang it on his waist.

But everything else is still unknown.

What kind of function does this boxy metal box have, Lin Feng has still not developed and cannot use it.

Now the means he can use are very simple, just one word:

smash!

"go with!"

Gong Shilong shouted loudly, and the nearly one hundred colorful little swords surrounding Lin Feng suddenly swam like a dragon in the void.

With a sound of "咻", more than a dozen flying swords broke away from the large group and attacked Lin Feng from four directions.

The speed of these dozen flying swords is so fast that even if it is compared to real lightning, it is not as good.

"Even if you are strong, even Liao Yi and others are inferior! But under my sword formation, you will eventually die with blood!"

Gong Shilong's eyes were cold and extremely happy, as if he had seen Lin Feng struggling and finally dying.

On the other hand, he has reached the pinnacle of his life. Not only has he been praised and rewarded by a group of holy saints outside, but he has also won the envy and envy of the top geniuses of other worlds.

However, the next moment, he was stunned, trembling all over his body, and an unbelievable light appeared in his eyes:

"How can this be?!"

I saw Lin Feng suddenly swing the iron chain in his hands. The boxy metal small box was tied to the iron chain. As he passed by, any flying sword that touched it would instantly shatter and turn into light powder. , disappeared into the void.

"Is this the holy weapon in Lin Feng's hands?" Gong Shilong's eyes darkened instantly.

His three servants were also stunned for a moment, but their expressions changed slightly, and they were extremely solemn.

They deal with Lin Feng, of course they know Lin Feng's situation. I just didn't expect that this holy artifact is a bit different from the legend.

Shouldn't it be a bronze tripod?

How did it become like this?

"Humph!"

Gong Shilong shook his head and snorted coldly, "Lin Feng, do you think you can get out of this battle alive with a holy weapon?"

"Although my sword formation is far inferior to that Immortal Zhu Tianzun, even one in a billion, but even if a saint enters here, he will never come out alive!"

Gong Shilong quickly clenched his hands, "Life!"

However, I saw a wave in the void, and the dozen flying swords that were damaged earlier were born again. However, it is very illusory and vague, far less solid than before.

"It's endless, let's see how you break it!" Gong Shilong laughed.

"Then I'll show it to you!"

Lin Feng gave a long laugh, and then he took a big step, and the iron cable in his hand swung violently. I saw Wumang passing by, and Lin Feng passed all the way, and the many flying swords around him were smashed to pieces like broken copper and rotten iron.

In the sky of light powder, in just a few breaths, nearly a hundred flying swords disappeared!

Gong Shilong was dumbfounded and completely lost his voice. The expressions of the three servants also changed drastically.

Their Immortal Execution Sword Formation, even in the face of a holy weapon, shouldn't be like this!

Why is it now that it has become a turkey dog?

They are incomprehensible.