There is indeed a shortcut from the temple to the holy mountain. There is a mysterious space array inside, which can be used even if there is no spiritual energy.
This may be a formation that only a formation saint can deploy, and a formation that does not need to rely on profound strength. This is also a realm that Xiao Wuhen cannot touch at present.
"I heard from the patriarch that it is said that this formation was set up under the guidance of the phantom gun-wielding strong man."
"That avatar phantom appeared here for three months and then disappeared." Hu Mei said.
So whose avatar is this strong gun-wielding man? It must have something to do with this phalange too?
The holy treasure of the spear he left behind is an existence that can compete with the skeleton ship.
"What's so great about this finger bone?" Xiao Wuhen thought of the white jade relic that was enshrined on the stone platform in the center of the holy mountain before.
It was a finger bone of a person. The sacred object had been taken away for a long time at this time, but there was still a faint spiritual power in the place where the sacred object was placed before.
Even a strong man like the King of Desolation wanted to snatch that phalanx. Could it be that the owner of this phalanx is still above the holy realm?
This is what Xiao Wuhen imagined at the moment. If this is really the mysterious martial spirit in his body, then has he picked up a treasure?
So what are the little-known secrets of the Xiao family, and who is his mother? Otherwise, how could the Xiao family's secret method summon silkworm babies?
Xiao Wuhen thought about it, and at this time the mysterious spear appeared in front of his eyes again, as if he had something to say to him.
The spear danced in front of him, as if it was close to his heart.
"That's because you can't perceive its true power. Close your eyes and think about touching it"
Xiao Wuhen closed his eyes subconsciously, released his spiritual thoughts, and approached the spear.
The next moment, he saw the dense light released by the spear instantly enveloping him.
"Guard the phalanges, protect the phalanges" There seemed to be a soul in the spear, repeating these four words over and over again.
Soon, he felt a power like electric current flooding his divine sense instantly, causing many messy pictures to appear in front of his eyes.
First, there was the scene he had experienced before. In the small town, he saw this man forging the long spear, knocking it constantly, and time passed by under the sound of knocking.
After a while, he quickly saw another picture.
A tall figure stands at the top of the ladder, looking down upon everything below.
This person's face was not clearly visible at all, but judging from that aura, he was definitely an extraordinary person.
And below him, there are still many strong men standing, and the surging power gathered together is like a miracle.
From time to time, these people knelt down to the man above, muttering something adoringly.
A familiar spear quickly appeared in this picture.
Xiao Wuhen saw that the mysterious man carrying the spear was also kneeling on the ground, his dark blue clothes looked extremely plain, and his face was also unclear.
However, these people knelt down for a while, then stood up, staring blankly at the emperor walking slowly on the steps.
After a while, the gunman suddenly called out to another person beside him who was kneeling on the ground just now: "Desolate King, how is your recent Nether Dafa practice?"
"It's okay, how is your forging of the Tongtian Spear? I heard that after psychic communication, it can pierce a world" The man called Desolate King replied.
"I have a chance to let my psychic gun show you your skeleton ship." The two seemed to be smiling, but their voices began to have a sense of oppression of confrontation.
That is killing intent, endless killing intent.
In the picture, this killing intent made Xiao Wuhen a little bit collapsed, this is the aftermath of a saint, even seeing a captured memory fragment is extremely terrifying.
The appearance of this Desolate King is still unclear, but the voice is the same as the one who hunted them down earlier
Soon, the screen flashed, and Xiao Wuhen regained consciousness immediately.
"This Desolate King is actually" After learning some secrets from the spear, Xiao Wuhen was extremely surprised, especially for the origin of this Desolate King.
The reincarnation eye started to work quickly, but he couldn't figure out what?
Any clues of a strong man in the holy realm, even fluctuations in his mood, are not something that people in the Emperor Wu realm can fathom.
But judging from the pictures I saw, the gunman and the King of Desolation have known each other for a long time, but where did the gunman go, is he dead or alive?
Why is there only one psychic holy treasure spear left here?
"It would be great if Silkworm Baby woke up now, at least I can ask about the relationship between this gun-wielding saint and them"
"Everything is definitely connected in some way." Xiao Wuhen thought for a while, but couldn't hold back his emotions at all.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a violent vibration outside.
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At this time, a very mechanical sound came from outside, followed by Humei's panic.
"Hand over the holy object, and spare your lives" Suddenly, a huge skeleton ship shrank and squeezed directly into this small space.
Just on the skeleton ship, a half-human half-skeleton, wearing a windbreaker, floated into the temple like a shadow of death, holding a sickle.
"The messenger of the deadthe four attendants beside the King of Desolation"
From the messy picture brought by the spear just now, Xiao Wuhen seemed to have captured this message, and he couldn't help blurting it out! "
"The skeleton ship came in." Hu Mei also said anxiously.
Just now Xiao Wuhen obviously entered a state of lost consciousness, which made her a little worried.
At this time, Xiao Wuhen looked back towards the direction of space, and the flames were already soaring into the sky, while the huge skeleton ship was still floating in the sky, exuding a strange aura under the cold moonlight.
"Walk."
Xiao Wuhen immediately followed Humei, and the two went to the previous holy mountain.
The location of the holy mountain seems to be at the end of this world. There used to be an enchantment where the King of Desolation and You could not step in, but with the disappearance of the finger bones, all of this no longer exists
On board the skeleton ship.
In the huge space, a figure shrouded in darkness elegantly held the bone cup, as if celebrating a long-awaited victory.
"The great king" At this moment, the messenger of the dead spirit floated in from outside, kneeling on the ground in submission.
"Have you found the god's finger bone?" asked the phantom, the avatar of Desolate King, in a cold tone.
"It doesn't seem to be on those two people."
"What?" Desolate King's voice came through the space, like a roar from Hell, and the bone cup in his hand was instantly crushed, and bright red blood quickly flowed to the ground.
"Then let them die, but if you can't bring back the holy finger bones, don't come back to see me." The voice of Desolate King continued to order. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com