Chapter 12 Remaining Soldiers!

The wooden door material is strange. It seems to be ordinary wood, but in fact, the material is mysterious. A mystery covers it and blocks the thundering thunder emperor's eyes. The lines are not transparent. Only through a few cracks can the scene inside be observed. It is the best to see the scene when you don't use pupils, and the thunder's heart is slightly heavy.

In the realm of death, there are dangers everywhere, and he is shocked step by step. He also has time to come here. Once he does not encounter the danger, he is full of doubts, and a dilapidated door in front of him is also full of secrets.

Thunder took a step forward, pushed with one hand, and the palm was imprinted on the wooden door. The tentacles were smooth and delicate, as smooth as a woman. There is such a thing in the world. The tentacles feel real, and the thunder subconsciously withdraws, with a sense of reluctance.

"What kind of material is it?" The light of wisdom shines in the thunder's eyes. This kind of material is strange. He still can't recognize it. With a gentle push, the wooden door creaks, the door panel shakes, and the wooden door that has been invaded by the years shakes. It is about to fall down at any time. After all, it is strong, but the thunder does not dare to touch it again. If you touch it, the door will definitely fall down.

The wooden door opened, and the scene exposed in the cracks passed out. The thunderous eyes looked at it. The broken temple was not big. There were many dead weeds in a mess, a rotten and pungent smell. There was thick dust in the corner, and a large area of dense spider webs. Obviously, no one has been here for a long time.

Thunder took a step forward and stepped in.

He stood in the broken temple, swept around, and looked at the house carefully. This is the first house I saw when I came to the realm of the god of destruction. Although it is a dilapidated temple that has been forgotten for a long time, the thunder does not intend to let it go.

In addition to dead grass, spider webs and dust, the only thing in the small temple that attracts thunder is the offering placed in the center. There are no gods in the temple. There is a black long gun in the place of worship. The time is vast. Most of the long guns are traces left by the years, which cannot be erased. The dark light dissipates. In the past, this gun must have been an artifact that dominates the world. Now in the vicissitudes of life, there are only a dilapidated body.

This is a broken artifact, which moves in my heart.

The artifact is a weapon in the upper world. It is in the hands of the strong in the divine realm. Only divine power can stimulate the spirit of the weapon and exert its maximum power. There are several artifacts in Panlong Continent, but the owner's cultivation is not high and he can't exert his strength. Like the Thor lock in Leidong's hand, it is also a semi-artifact. With Leidong's cultivation, it can't stimulate all its strength.

The thunder was slightly fraising, "The weapon is worshipped, the artifact is broken, and the spirit inside is dead, leaving only a resentment, the lingering memory and obsession of the past. In this way, the owner of this weapon should have fallen. Offering weapons, the master's supreme fighting spirit and fighting spirit have disappeared, otherwise he will recast the weapons with the remnants, and the will to fight will not be destroyed.

Thunder concluded that this broken long gun must be an artifact. The grade is not low. It can be placed here and a temple can be built to worship.

"Unfortunately, it has been damaged and lost its magic power, leaving only hard materials and memories of the past!" The thunder sighed.

The saddest thing is the hero Chi Mu, and the same is true for weapons. How powerful it used to be. There will be a broken day. At the end of life, there are endless lonely years left, just like a dead veteran, leaving sadness and memories in vain.

He took a step forward and walked to the worship platform. A purple-gold incense burner was covered with dust. There was thick dust in the incense burner, and he could not see any incense. The purple-gold incense burner is surrounded by lines, as if praying.

He sighed and looked uncertain. Athena's words clearly came to his mind, and the mysterious 'master' asked him to look for something here. The air machine pulled, and there was a trajectory in the dark. He came here and saw the broken weapon. Maybe that's what the man said was this thing.

I hesitated and hesitated.

Broken weapons, in the past, were artifacts, and there was a background left behind. There were many broken pictures in it. It was a scene when they conquered the world in the past, and the only existence of divine soldiers remained.

Once touched and the residual force is activated, the picture will flood into the brain in large quantities. Once it is unbearable, the whole person will explode and die.

The eyes were slightly melancholy, and the thunder suddenly stepped around the table dedicated to the incense burner, stood on the side of the long gun, and looked sideways at the black long gun. There was a faint purple line drawn from the top on the body of the gun, slightly shining and disappearing, shockingly surprised.

No longer hesitate, he stretched out with one hand, took a deep breath, grabbed directly on the black gun rod, shouted in his mouth, and the thunder emperor's power in his body was violent. Move, pouring into the black long gun.

Silence!

The long gun did not move at all. It was quietly worshipped in the small temple. The thunder grabbed the barrel of the gun. I only felt that tens of millions of pounds of weight was pressed in my hand, as if it were lifting a towering mountain. Its own strength was only like a dragonfly, unable to shake the pillar of the sky.

"How much does this gun weigh? The thunder power of the whole body can't shake it!" The thunder is shocking.

The Lei Huang's real body is extremely powerful, and his strength is far more than that of the monks of the same level. He can be comparable to the physique of the mythical beast. With the eight-fold realm of the Holy Land, it is comparable to the strength of the Ninefold Holy Land. His arm can't shake the black gun at all, and his heart is extremely shocked.

"Oh!"

The thunder agitated the strength of his whole body and shouted loudly. There were faint blue veins on his face. He held his hands tightly on the black long gun, like two Optimus Prime arms, brazenly pulled up.

Buzz!

The earthquake trembled, the temple shook, and there seemed to be signs of pouring. The thunder reddened his face, his eyes were abrupt, and there was a faint trace of blood, which was ferocious and terrible.

However, no matter how he moved, the long gun only shook slightly, causing a big earthquake and signs of an earthquake. In addition, there was no movement at all.

Wang!

The thunder royal force, which is almost condensed into substance, flows in the body, the sound is transmitted, the thunder stirs the power around the body, and shakes the black long gun at all. With the influx of strength and the slight damage to his arms, he still insisted and gave up.

Spin, 'bang'

A loud noise, a big earthquake shook, and the dust in the small temple was raised and permeated everywhere. The accumulated dust for countless years overflowed and flew everywhere. It's cold outside, and snowflakes are flying, but the temple is filled with countless dust and dirt.

Soon, the dust fell and the temple regained its calm.

He stared at the black spear with a thunderous and gloomy face. The weight of the spear was unexpectedly heavy. With his own strength close to the ninth place of the Holy Land, he still can't pick it up. The dark dove in the thunder's eyes entered the realm of God. Everything was beyond his expectation. Too many things were out of control, and the lack of power made him panic.

Now, a broken weapon has broken the spirit, and there is only a trace of soul left. Even so, it is still not something that can be touched by the lower world at the level of the Holy Land. The material alone is extremely heavy. Unless it is the top holy land of natural magic power, the rest of the people have no hope.

With a dark look, he squinted his eyes with thunder, and immediately gritted his teeth. The consciousness in his body vibrated slightly, and a wisp poured into the black long gun. Without any obstruction, the consciousness disappeared.

In a moment, as the consciousness disappeared, his body stiffened, his expression was ferocious, and he was slightly twisted as if to endure great pain. He lay on the ground and kept shaking, stained with countless dust. Lei Dong only felt that a stream of severe pain came like plagiarism, and his whole body couldn't help but die at any time.

One strange picture poured in like a tide, bloody, killing, and the remnants were full of killing pictures. The black long gun was held by a man shrouded in purple shadow. With a gentle wave, the blood gushed in front of him, and hundreds of blood. His head flew up and faintly saw the ferocious resentment before he died.

Horrible, bloody, the man in purple is clearly a killing god.

Every time a person is killed, countless negative emotions gushed out one after another. They entered the sea of thunder and knowledge. The killing gods killed countless masters. Countless chaotic negative breaths poured in. The thunderous face turned pale, and the sweat gathered behind, and the imperial robe on his body was soaked.

"Kill! Kill it!"

The heart is chaotic. There is only one word killing, and there is bloodthirsty madness in his eyes. It seems that he is about to fall into the devil's way. He is controlled by killing and becomes a murderous demon.

Countless murderous intentions emerged, and negative emotions hit. Lei Dong only felt like a boat in the sea, and the waves were beating violently, drowning himself at any time.

"No way! How can I be defeated by the negative emotions? Just a remnant of the soldiers, even if it is an artifact fragment, in the hands of the emperor, it is just a weapon!"

A huge imperial pressure broke out from the thunderous body and radiated everywhere. The whole small temple was submerged in it, all golden, as if with divinity, as majestic as the arrival of a mansion.

At the critical moment, the way of the emperor awakens and is indestructible. The way of the emperor moves forward bravely and never stops!