Sannomiya Sixth Court of Another World

Chapter 3 Magical Soldiers
The new type of poison is obviously much more powerful than the previous two poisons, and it actually formed a strong confrontation with Long Zhantian's heaven and earth good fortune zhenqi. For a while, Long Zhantian couldn't do anything about it.

"Your Majesty." Li Weiya's heart almost jumped out, she clenched her hands tightly, very anxious, but she didn't dare to speak out, for fear of disturbing Long Zhantian, but seeing the blood, she felt extremely hesitant .

Long Zhantian slowly opened his eyes, as if a flash of lightning had passed by, Li Weiya couldn't help but take a step back, her heart was beating non-stop, and when she touched those eyes, it was as if her mind had been read through.

The person in front of her was still the familiar new king with that familiar face, but Li Weiya felt that the king seemed to be a different person.

"You don't recognize me?" Long Zhantian said with a smile.

"His Majesty!"

Li Weiya's heart trembled, she didn't know where the courage came from, she threw herself into Long Zhantian's arms, and hugged him tightly. The tension, worry, and fear of the past ten days made her feel as if she had spent the past ten days. Ten years is so long.

Li Weiya, who was physically and mentally exhausted, hugged Long Zhantian's body tightly, and felt so real. Smelling the unique breath of men and feeling the faint body temperature, Li Weiya felt extremely safe and dazed. In the middle, he fell asleep.

Long Zhantian gently hugged Li Weiya on the bed.

"Little girl." Long Zhantian gently pinched Li Weiya's lovely Qiong nose, and then patted her delicate body with both hands.

The turbulent surge of true energy quickly relieved fatigue, causing Li Weiya to fall into a deep sleep.

Covering Li Weiya with a quilt, Long Zhantian sat cross-legged on a seat, adjusted his breath slightly, and the true qi surging in his body, like the rolling flow of the Yangtze River, returned to its original state in an instant.

It's just that the poison remaining in the body is like a knife resting on Long Zhantian's neck, which makes him feel very uneasy and makes him more determined to improve his strength as soon as possible. At the peak, "I will definitely make you regret everything I have done, otherwise I am not Long Zhantian!"

He came to the window and looked out.

Outside the bedroom, there were palace guards standing guard, but they were all out of shape. Some leaned against the wall, some squatted on the ground and fell asleep, and two even huddled near the window, chatting dirty jokes.

After several days of secret observation, Long Zhantian discovered that almost all the people in the palace were Laski and Vala, but there were not many people who were truly loyal to him.

That night, it was dark and windy, and it seemed that heavy rain was coming.

Long Zhantian's right hand quietly stuck out the quilt, and he flicked his fingers repeatedly. The maid in charge of serving in the bedroom was stunned by him. He sat up and went to the window to look outside. There were not many guards in the palace. .

"It's time." Long Zhantian quietly left the bedroom.

He's going to get something.

After fully accepting Kolya's memory, Long Zhantian discovered that the Kolya family had an inherited divine sword, which not only had an extraordinary origin, but also had countless legends.

Relying on his memory, Long Zhantian quickly found the palace.

The palace is full of flowers, carved beams and painted buildings, and the end is extremely luxurious, but it is quite deserted, there are no guards to guard, only a few maids, and they have already gone back to sleep.

When Long Zhantian came to the north wall of the inner room, he visually measured the position about 1.6 meters away from the ground, bit his finger, pressed it on the wall, and gently drew a five-pointed star pattern.

The wall immediately radiated misty light, and the rich magical elements fluctuated, converging on the five-pointed star, forming a door, which slowly opened.

Through this magic door, Long Zhantian entered a strange magic space.

This is a radiant and strange space. Walking in it, Long Zhantian has a mysterious feeling of stepping on the clouds and mist. In the center of the space, there is a magic teleportation array. Magic teleportation array.

The light flickered, and Long Zhantian felt weightless. He opened his eyes again, only to find that he was already standing in a cave with obvious traces of man-made carvings. This mountainside is an inconspicuous hill outside the capital of Palermo. It is also the place where the royal family of Palermo stored the Excalibur.

The mountainside is not very big, and countless symbols are engraved on the mountain wall, which are mysterious magic circles designed in ancient times to protect the Excalibur from being discovered by outsiders.

Long Zhantian saw at a glance that there was a divine sword stuck on the ground in the middle of the mountain.

Just looking at it from a distance, Long Zhantian felt an inexplicable telepathy.

That is the Excalibur Dragon Soul inherited from the Kolia family!

Long Zhantian came close, swiped his index finger in the void, and chanted jerky spells in his mouth, and he would find a trace of colorful air fluctuations around the Dragon Soul Sword.

A passage extended from near the Dragon Soul Sword to the feet of Long Zhantian. Long Zhantian stepped on it and slid forward. It seemed that the distance was only four or five meters, but it took more than 20 minutes to reach the end.

Long Zhantian grabbed the Dragon Soul Sword with his hand, and slowly pulled it out.

The Dragon Soul Sword is slightly heavier than ordinary swords. Even though it is still in the scabbard, there is still a strong chill rushing towards the face, especially where the hand and the scabbard touch, there is a strange fluctuation faintly, which makes Long Zhan Tian Ben's turbulent mood calmed down. Upon closer inspection, he found a golden dragon and some strange symbols engraved on the ancient scabbard.

Swish!
Long Zhantian pulled out the Dragon Soul Sword.

A cold light flashed, and there seemed to be lightning flashes in the cold magic space. A chill emanated from the Dragon Soul Sword, and the icy breath caused the temperature to drop rapidly.

The Dragon Soul Sword has an extraordinary origin. It is rumored that it was the sword carried by the founding emperor of Palermo, and that emperor was a powerful figure who swept an era in the history. He once slashed an evil dragon king with his sword , sealed his soul in the saber, and since then the Dragon Soul Sword has become a treasure inherited from the royal family of Palermo.

According to Coria's memory, this sword is still very mysterious, and non-members of the Palermo royal family are not allowed to touch it, otherwise the divine sword will automatically draw out its sheath and hurt people.

Similarly, after the founding emperor passed away, although there were occasional masters of the royal family who held this sword, none of them could make the Dragon Soul Sword recognize its owner. With the decline of the Kingdom of Palermo, the original empire fell to the present level. At this point, the Dragon Soul Sword was almost forgotten.

"I don't know if I can make him recognize the master?" Long Zhantian bit a drop of blood, which dripped on the Dragon Soul Sword.

The blood streaked across the Dragon Soul Sword, and was immediately absorbed by a dragon pattern about to fly into the air on the bright sword body, and the dragon pattern radiated hundreds of millions of golden rays of light.

"Roar!"

A dragon chant came out, and the Dragon Soul Sword trembled violently.

The divine dragon that was originally a pattern boiled out from the sword body, and quickly enlarged to form a golden divine dragon. Long Zhantian's heart was shocked. The rumors were true. This divine sword really sealed a dragon king's body. soul.

"Who are you to occupy the soul of the royal family of Palermo? I want to swallow you!" The dragon soul made a coercive voice and rushed towards Long Zhantian.

Long Zhantian's expression changed suddenly. He never thought that the soul of the dragon king in this divine sword still had ideology. He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Throwing out the Dragon Soul Sword, forcing the dragon king's soul to return, who would have thought that the Dragon Soul Sword seemed to be stuck to his hand, and the domineering zhenqi in Long Zhantian's body surged and rushed towards it fiercely.

Touching the Dragon Soul Sword only made it tremble slightly.

When Long Zhantian felt powerless to resist, the poison in the tortoise suddenly flowed, like the guardian of the body, and attacked like the dragon soul.

(End of this chapter)