Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

The ancient books in Wang Ke's hand are like the strategy of the game. He keeps moving forward with Ling Feng and goes to the center. He looks at Ling Feng and says, "there are four floors in this relic. We are now on the first floor."

"Oh, what's the difference between the four floors?" Ling Feng asked.

"Yes, it is said that there will be a great opportunity at the top. There are many relics of immortals in ancient times, but no one knows what it is. The more you go up, the better the opportunity. But the fourth floor is sealed, and no one knows where it is." Wang Ke said.

Ling Feng also understood that the so-called ancient times was the immortal cultivation era on the earth. When the immortal cultivation era was sealed and the immortal road was destroyed, many immortals died, leaving countless treasures in the ruins.

With the passage of time, these treasures have lost their dislike, but they are still powerful. After all, no one can refine magic weapons and treasures at all, which makes spirit tools very precious.

Ling Feng understood that the reason why the earth's Fairy cultivation civilization disappeared was because of the seal and array in the outer layer. Even the real spiritual veins on the earth were dug away, leaving only some big spiritual veins and small spiritual veins. It seems that all these things happen only when powerful people target the earth, but who is it? Ling Feng vaguely felt the conspiracy. The earth is his hometown. He must not sit idly by. He must find the man behind it and kill him directly.

They met a lot of martial arts and practitioners along the way. They hurried forward at a fast speed. Wang Ke said suspiciously, "they walk so fast that they can't beat what's in front of them?"

Aware that Wang Ke stopped a Chinese practitioner and asked, "Taoist friend, what are you going to do and why are you in a hurry?"

The Chinese monk said, "I say you don't know yet? At the end of the front, there is a magic weapon. It is said that it is very terrible with powerful magic power, but it belongs to an ownerless thing. We want to take a chance. Maybe this magic weapon will automatically recognize me as the Lord."

After that, the Chinese cultivator hurried away. Wang Ke took a look at the ancient books, and then said, "what he said is the third floor. It seems that there is an artifact of the immortal. Should we go and have a look? It's a great opportunity."

"Well, of course."

Ling Feng nodded and said, in fact, he has no interest in the ruins because the immortal road has disappeared. Can he still have any Aura now? It has become scrap iron at all.

"Let's go."

When Wang Ke finished, he hurried to the third floor. He was very fast. He could see that he was burning with anxiety. Ling Feng followed closely. It took about 20 minutes from their position to the third floor. At this time, hundreds of people had surrounded here in the ruins, but he didn't dare to move forward.

As like as two peas of gold, they looked alike, and they were rare two handed swords, glinting strong light, and shocked by the thunder and lightning. Just now, some people wanted to pull out their sword directly, but they were killed by lightning seckill directly, so no one dared to go forward.

At present, the two swords do not recognize the Lord. All the people present hope to become their master. A Western monk kneels down directly and says piously: "dear divine soldier, I want to be your master. I will swear to treat you well, and you will be my closest partner."

Not only him, many powerful people have expressed their sincerity. Unfortunately, the two swords did not respond.

"Divine soldier, I am your most powerful master. Please obey me quickly."

A Western pragmatist said that he used his own blood as a guide stone, hoping to get the recognition of divine soldiers. It doesn't work yet. For a time, all western martial arts practitioners used their unique skills one after another to get the recognition of divine soldiers.