The transcendence of the magic soldier

Chapter 83 Divine Weapon and Spiritual Source (optional)

"Who is Arya?"

Nangong Wentian frowned and asked, could it be that he was the culprit for the fusion formation of divine soldiers?

But before Wenya could answer, she had already lost consciousness and fell asleep in Wentian's arms.

It's a pity that Shennong Beast stayed with Axue, and now he can only find a way to go out first.

"Is there a way for you to get out of here?!"

Looking back at Irene, since there is a message about her on the wall, maybe I can know the way out.

Irene shook her head, and looked at the huge stone statue with dejected eyes.

Nangong Wentian also noticed that under Wenya's crazy attack just now, the stone walls were close to collapsing, but the statue was the only one not damaged at all.

"I think the outline of this stone statue looks like you!"

Wentian gently laid Nangong Wenya on the side, brushed her messy long hair on her forehead back, and seemed to be asleep at the moment.

When he came in just now, he had already noticed that the outline of this stone statue is quite similar to that of Irene, the only difference is that this stone statue looks like an adult.

"Didn't it mean that you kept your most beloved thing? And here it is said that it is the dragon clan Fengyuan. Except for the stone dragons on the two sides, where did the dragon come from?!"

But when I looked around, I found that there was nothing else in this space except this stone statue and two exquisitely carved stone dragons.

Irene's face was very calm, she submerged the Jingshenglian into her body, and walked slowly to the front of the stone statue.

"I remember..."

Irene touched the stone statue, her eyes were a little blurred, and she opened her mouth slightly.

"What do you remember?" Wentian frowned and looked at her, as if his temperament had changed.

"Through the infusion of 99 souls through the Wan Lingzhu, you can train the magic weapon and the source of the spirit, and advance to the rank of holy beast..."

Nangong Wentian became suspicious. Irene's memory seemed to be recovering bit by bit with time. From this point of view, it was only a matter of time before she could fully remember the past.

"What is a holy beast?"

He had only seen god-level divine beasts in the Complete Collection of Divine Weapons, or the 24 fierce beasts in the Canon of Fallen Gods, but he never mentioned holy beasts.

"It's a god-level beast that is one level higher than the god-level quality. It's just that I don't know which god-level quality god-level beast has in the hands of the person who refines the god-level magic weapon."

Irene's tone became calmer, and she was completely different from her childish tone before.

"What do you remember?"

Irene shook her head slightly, and said in an elegant way: "No more, that's all. I always feel like I've seen you before."

While speaking, she turned around and stared at Nangong Wentian intently, with a strange look in her clear eyes.

"Don't we see each other every day?" This sentence made him very confused, could it be that his memory was confused?

Irene smiled slightly, with a very warm smile, looked at the huge stone statue again, and said slightly: "Maybe, but in my lost memory, there has been a vague face appearing in a trance, I just think it looks like you."

Seeing that Irene jumped directly onto the shoulder of the stone statue, she squatted down and fiddled with something after thinking for a while.

rumbling...

The ground began to vibrate again, and Wentian was so frightened that he thought it was going to collapse, but it only lasted for a few seconds before recovering and calming down.

Only then did he realize that at some point, a stone pillar protruded from the rocky ground in front of the stone statue, which was as thick as an adult.

A milky white bottle was quietly placed on the stone platform, only the size of three fingers.

Irene jumped off the shoulder of the stone statue and walked to the stone platform.

"Who broke into the forbidden area of ​​the Dragon Clan without authorization!"

Just when Wentian wanted to go over to have a look, a majestic voice came from nowhere. The voice was thick and powerful, which made people feel flustered involuntarily.

"who?!"

Wentian looked around vigilantly and asked loudly.

But there is no living creature in this closed space at all.

"Are you from the Nargu tribe?"

That voice echoed in the space again, Wentian looked at Irene, is it her that the Nargu people are talking about?
"Yes!"

Irene gave a short answer, and then said immediately: "I don't remember the past anymore, it's just... Are the old clansmen still there?"

He was very puzzled when he heard this sentence, and he said that he couldn't remember the past, and now he can ask her people?
After the voice paused for a moment, he spoke slowly, with a hint of loneliness in his tone: "It's been more than 1000 years... I'm afraid there are not many Nargu people who survived that catastrophe, so it's okay if you don't remember..."

"The human kid next to you seems familiar..."

Before Irene could answer, the voice sounded again, this time it was about Nangong Wentian.

"Let me think about it... I seem to have seen him somewhere... Forget it, it's been too long to forget... Take your things and leave, I'm going to sleep."

As soon as the words fell, an energy vortex suddenly distorted in the originally peaceful space, and it was pitch black inside.

"Is this the exit? Isn't it a trap?"

Wentian didn't dare to be careless, who knows what's inside.

But Irene didn't say a word, she held the milky white bottle on the stone pillar tightly in her hand, and jumped in without saying a word.

Wentian had no choice but to carry Nangong Wenya on his back and follow, anyway, he would die sooner or later, besides, Irene didn't hesitate, what is he afraid of as a big man?

There was a feeling of dizziness, as if he had stepped on the ground again, and fell into an endless abyss.

"what?!"

When he opened his eyes again, Wentian let out a sigh, because now he had returned to the barren mountain before, and to his surprise, the crack on the mountainside had disappeared.

"Let's go."

At this time, Irene came out from nowhere, and said to him in a flat tone.

This made Wentian look helpless, he used to call Nangong brother all day long, but now after recovering a little memory, his whole person has changed.

Like that girl Liuli, she was cold, and her words became eccentric. If all her memories were restored, wouldn't she have to say a word.

It took three days to go back to the previous Changqing Town. Nangong Wenya woke up the next day because her injuries were not serious, but her spirit was too exhausted.

But she refused to speak after waking up, and seemed to be a little resistant to others, and even closed herself off.

At the edge of a stream dozens of kilometers away from Changqing Town, Nangong Wentian filled some clean stream water with leaves and brought it to Wenya.

"Drink some water, you won't eat or drink for two days."

Looking at Nangong Wenya's weak face, he said with some distress.

But Wenya turned her head and shrunk her body, not wanting to get in touch with others.

"This is the sequelae of Wumei, and it will be fine after a while."

Irene, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly said something.

"Don't be afraid, brother will protect you."

Nangong Wentian patted her thin shoulder and comforted her.

"I'm sorry…"

Unexpectedly, Wenya's eye sockets became moist, and she looked at Wentian with some sobs and said something hesitantly.

(End of this chapter)