The ground, which was supposed to be a dark slate, is now muddy with blood.

However, the main reason is that the slate was poured with blood and melted like a candle.

"You're going to lose my weapon, right here?"

"It's ... a fragment ..."

"There is nothing complete?"

"Complete ... broken by ..."

His Royal Highness Chu: "..."

"You are ... a weak chicken now ... if it's not broken ... you ... can't use it ..."

Between words, Chu Yan bent down and grabbed his hand toward the mud.

"What are you doing?" The guy in armor looked at this side at the moment.

Chu Yan's actions made him feel inexplicable.

But he also knew that in that capacity, it was absolutely impossible to do anything useless.

And the environment here also made him feel a little familiar and a little disturbed.

Looking around for a week, the guy wearing the armor suddenly seemed to remember something.

Under the helmet, he screamed in anger: "This is the place, what are you looking for!"

But at this time, he wanted to stop Chu Yan, it was too late.

Melted slate, like a cold mud, felt in your hand.

Chu Yan's hand reached in, and it felt as if he had grasped something like a chain.

It's just that the chain is very thick. Although it hasn't been pulled out yet, it is estimated that the thickness of the forearm of an adult may be too thin.

Grasp the chain and yanked it.

Crunch--

As if an old wooden door had been opened.

Between you, a thick taste of history came on.

Barren, reckless, ancient, bloody, violent ...

All these breaths, for a moment, made Chu Yan feel that his whole body was constantly squeezed, as if the soul was being crushed into a piece of paper at this moment.

Time has passed five thousand years, and there can still be such a momentum, so what a terrible existence in the heyday!

boom!

The mud on the ground suddenly burst open with this tugging.

The billowing flames erupted like volcanoes that had accumulated and suppressed for thousands of years.

The golden red light is extremely eye-catching, like a peacock opening the screen, straight from the bottom of Chu Yan, bursting into the sky, bursting out, and spreading out.

A blade of war broke out from the ground, and the whole body was burning with hunting flames.

Chu Yan reached out and grasped.

The next moment, Chu Yan froze.

The surface of this blade is covered with rust. It looks like a blade, but it is more like an old scythe.

It was full of rust and brokenness, not to mention better than the Eight Desolate Excalibur. If you can break a mud brick, you will win.

Chu Yan looked left and right, but never felt that this was a very powerful weapon.

However, there was a lesson from Jingyue before, and Chu Yan also maintained his reservations at this time and did not comment.

"Time ... too long ... has been rusted ..." ...

Chu Yan: "..."

"So you mean, this is useless?" Chu Yan asked after hesitating.

"It's not ... it needs ... food ..."

"What food?" Chu Yan asked.

Then he saw that he was holding this weird scythe in his right hand, and then touched the Eight Wild Desolate Halberd in his left hand.

If you look at it, you will doubt it if you touch it. This looks almost like a scythe that has been soaked. Will it be directly broken by the Eight Wild Desolate Halberd?

But the real situation is exactly the opposite.

The moment the two weapons collided, the crack on the surface of the Eight Desolate Spears suddenly spread, and almost all of them were covered in a blink of an eye.

The next moment, there was a clamor, and the half-step spirit artifact's eight wasteland extinct halberds collapsed and shattered.

"This……"

Chu Yan took a deep breath.

But at this moment, he saw a ray of red light that flew out of this shard of fluff and fell into the scythe that was wrapped in thick rust.

Suddenly, Chu Yan felt that the scythe was breathing.

Yes, it is the feeling of a person suddenly starting to breathe.

This weapon came alive.

"Although ... it was ... a fragment ... on the weapon ...

But the war halberd that paid you ... is more than enough ...

But ... for it to regain ... its strength ... it still needs ... food ... "

Between the words, a small sound kept coming from the scythe.

In the crackling sound, cracks as thin as hair appeared on the thick rust.

"This battle blade ... I used to ... call it ... Chan Yan ..."

"Cleave inflammation!" Almost at the same time, the guy in the distance wearing a armor also yelled.

In the voice, there were accidents, panic, surprise, and fear.

"No! Why is this thing still here!"

In the roar, the guy rushed towards Chu Yan.

He crossed his hands at the same time, grasping the sharp spikes on both elbows, and yanked.

Suddenly, the spikes became grips.

He pulled two long green swords from his elbow.

The blade of the sword is green, and the green is bursting. With a slight movement, the void around the blade is cut and jumps violently, as if it will collapse the next moment.

Chu Yan was standing still, still not moving, keeping the attitude of watching Yan Yan in his hands.

Fine cracks become more and more.

In the fissures, a golden red light began to puff out.

Light like iron and blood, as if you can kill and kill ghosts and gods, shocking the immortals!

The next moment, with a bang, all the rust marks burst apart at the same time.

Suddenly, a mighty energy swallowed the mountains and rivers, spreading across ancient times, and emerged from the sky.

The void around him, at this moment, was sunken.

The fluttering air at this moment also seemed to turn into a galloping river with a deafening roar.

Cutting the giant blade, the blade is not a complete piece, but a total of nine pieces arranged in order from large to small.

There is a gap of about three fingers between each other.

And each blade revealed the burning red blood, burning fiercely, straight into the sky.

It seems that there is an elder demon head, suppressed in it.

Among the blades, there is the corpse blood, which leaks a little, can penetrate everything and extinct the world.

The blade took up two thirds of the length of the giant blade, and one third was held by Chu Yan.

The entire cutting inflammation giant blade, almost to the position of Chu Yan's chest.

Although it is less than the length of the Eight Desolate Halberds, it is clear that the cutting edge of the flame is far beyond the existence of a half-step spirit.

And at this time, the guy in armor had rushed to Chu Yan.

There was an outrageous hatred erupting throughout his body.

The rushing flames were torn apart before approaching him.

"I want you to die today!"

With a roar, two green long swords cut out countless sharp edges.

In an instant, all directions were all Jianguang.

All the brilliance, permeating the heavens and the earth, endlessly sharp, and running, intertwined into a heaven and earth net.

The fierce and tragic hatred, with deep blood and hatred, seemed to chop Chu Yan into a meat sauce and frustrate his ashes.

——Content comes from [Migu Reading]