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    Ye Futian's eyes seemed to have penetrated through the thick fog. When he saw the scene behind the fog, his face suddenly showed a strange look, and he shouted: "Be careful."

    As soon as he finished his words, he saw thousands of arrows whizzing towards them, covering the sky and covering the sun. This rain of arrows flooded the sky and shot towards them.

    In an instant, figures soared into the sky.

    Beside Qian Yang, Zhao Han, Shi Tong and others stepped out, their sword intent broke through the void, and their big ax smashed everything, blocking the arrow that came to kill.

    "Let's go." Qian Yang said aloud, his body rushed forward, and the powerhouses from all sides accelerated at the same time, their figures were as fast as lightning.

    In front of Ye Futian, the wings of the Black Wind Eagle fluttered, turning into a terrible hurricane and sweeping away the incoming arrows, while leading Ye Futian and the others towards the city gate ahead.

    They stepped into the ruins through the fog, and what they saw was a mighty armored army. This army seemed endless, with no end in sight.

    "Go to the soldier's grave." At this moment, a voice came out, and the person who spoke was the sharp young man next to the saint. Ye Futian's eyes flashed, and he ordered the black wind eagle to follow behind the saint and the others. They may be more than  Stepping into this ruins for the first time.

    Where is Bingzhong?

    The endless and mighty army didn't look like real people at all, but they attacked them directly as if they had life.

    "Boom." The terrifying aura covered the sky and the sun, and the army below actually cast a spell and went straight to the crowd above the sky.

    The beautiful eyes of the saint Lou Lanxue looked down, and the silver eyes released a terrible light, and in an instant, endless arrows were directly frozen in the void.

    On Ye Futian's side, the Black Wind Eagle kept spitting out wind blades downward, but the arrows of that army were endless. As Yun Qianmo walked down, the sword light shone and turned into a rain of swords, covering all the surrounding space, protecting the Black Wind Eagle  Forward.

    "Ancient city." Ye Futian raised his head and looked forward. The ancient ruins of Loulan turned out to be a mysterious ancient city.

    What's even more frightening is that the entire ancient city seems to have been arranged with a super powerful array, just like the real thing.

    Walking all the way forward, Ye Futian found that there are endless figures in the ancient city of Xiakong, and there are strong people everywhere.

    "This is a formation." Ye Futian said, and it was a super powerful formation, covering a whole city. When they walked inside, they entered the formation.

    Ye Futian looked at the crowd below. The aura released by those troops wearing silver armor was all low-level magic phases. However, among the silver armor army, some generals wearing golden armor could be faintly seen. Their aura  , which is the middle-level dharma level.

    This large formation divides the army in the ancient city into realm levels.

    Lou Lanxue led the way, and everyone followed behind. The speed of the group was extremely fast. Below, there were occasional legions that rushed towards the void, but the people who entered the ruins except for Ye Futian and his group who were in a lower state, were all  Dharma images exist at the top, and the people below cannot stop them from moving forward.

    However, Ye Futian guessed that there must be stronger existences in the ruins.

    After a while, they came to a place, and there were many golden armored generals guarding it below, and there were even existences wearing purple gold armors, and their aura was high-level dharma.

    "kill."

    Beside Lou Lanxue, the sharp man stepped forward with his men. Behind him appeared a dharma form, and a terrible storm descended. In the storm, countless long spears shot out, madly destroying and killing those  Armor general.

    The rest of the people attacked one after another, and for a while, the space ran away completely, and soon all the people guarding here were killed.

    In front, a pagoda appeared. This pagoda is solemn and solemn, and there is a mysterious atmosphere inside. There are many magic weapons suspended in the surrounding area of ??the pagoda.

    "Bingzhong." Ye Futian's eyes flashed, this pagoda is Bingzhong?

    "As long as you can take away the Magical Artifacts here, they are yours." Lou Lanxue said, the surrounding space is huge, and many Magical Artifacts are emitting brilliance, and everyone's eyes are looking at those Magical Artifacts, ready to choose.

    It is rumored that the magic weapon of the ancient ruins of Loulan is extremely difficult to take away, it is right in front of you, but you cannot take it away.

    The magic weapon contains the prince's will, and it needs to be strong enough to take it away.

    As soon as Zhao Han stepped on his feet, he went directly towards a sword. This sword was shining with golden light, giving people an extremely sharp feeling, and it could reflect a person's face in the sword.

    "Mine." Zhao Han stepped forward, with a terrifying sword intent on his body, he walked up to the sword and grabbed it with his palm.

    But at this moment, the sword erupted with an astonishing sword intent.; "Is the Saintess of Loulan here?" At this moment, a voice came out, and Loulanxue took a step forward and said, "Yes."

    At this moment, beside the flame scepter, a phantom formed by will unexpectedly appeared. This phantom was burning with flames. Seeing him appear, everyone's eyes froze.

    "Why is it getting more and more outrageous? The people of the first-order dharma also put in the ancient ruins." The flame figure said to the Loulan saint, seeming very dissatisfied.

    Lou Lanxue glanced at Ye Futian with her beautiful eyes, and she didn't know that Ye Futian's realm was so low.

    "Is one generation not as good as the previous generation? Is there anyone else to try?" The figure glanced over and looked at other humans. The will of a person in the realm of the first-order Dharma Aspect cannot bear his will at all, and the peak of Dharma Aspect is only barely.  That's all
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