Chapter 2107 My Generation of Cultivators Must Rely on Their Own Strength

Ao Xun, who had closed his eyes and waited to die, suddenly felt his body lighten. At this time, he didn't have time to think about what happened. Following the direction of the holy sword, Ao Xun suddenly withdrew and flew out. A hundred feet away.

"Liu Lang, there seems to be something wrong with your ancient formation!"

Feeling vigilantly, the energy flow around, Ao Xun suddenly burst into laughter.

Liu Lang looked gloomy. As the leader of the formation, he knew what happened better than Ao Xun.

The ancient formation was still the same ancient formation, but below the formation, a huge vortex suddenly appeared, like a black hole, sucking all the energy in the formation.

Even though Liu Lang tried his best to resist, it was still useless.

"Did I hit it?" Seeing that Liu Lang didn't speak, Ao Xun became more convinced of his guess. Without the support of the ancient formation, Liu Lang is just a little fairy who has just ascended. Even with the help of a holy weapon, he is not afraid. Ao Xun's confidence suddenly rose.

"This is really thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi!"

Ao Xun touched the wound on his neck, which was three inches deep. If he delayed for half a second, he would have died on the spot. Fortunately, luck was on his side in the end. Watching Liu Lang's hand, the Wutian Sacred Stele evolved Ao Xun licked his lips, put on a superior posture, and educated Liu Lang earnestly: "Liu Lang, Liu Lang, you are still too young, and external forces are external forces, which can help you show off your strength for a while. It is impossible to help you to be strong in the whole life, our generation of cultivators, after all, we still have to rely on our own strength!"

Liu Lang remained silent.

He asked himself that he already knew the ancient formation well, and the principle of it was completely understood. The anomaly today was definitely not a problem with the formation itself.

After the vortex, is the key.

Liu Lang really wanted to go down to check, but Ao Xun had already stopped him.

"Just now, you said that if I had the chance to kill you, I would definitely not show mercy. Congratulations, you are right."

Ao Xun stretched out his arm, and his palm was like a pair of iron tongs, firmly clamping Liu Lang's shoulder. Liu Lang wanted to resist, but without the support of an array, resistance was futile.

"Ao Ying, come and see, your last hole card has fallen into my hands." Just now, Ao Ying taunted him with a gun and a stick. A chance to vent.

However, there was silence in response to him.

Ever since there was a problem with the energy flow of the ancient formation, Ao Ying seemed to have never spoken again.

"I know you are inside this golden building. Are you ashamed to talk anymore?" Ao Xun laughed loudly.

Ao Ying's soul is already integrated into the golden building, there is no possibility of escaping, that is to say, even if Ao Ying doesn't want to, he has to listen and watch here honestly.

However, unfortunately, Ao Xun couldn't see Ao Ying's unhappy but helpless expression.

After all, a building has no expression.

If Ao Ying doesn't speak, I really don't know what Ao Ying is thinking. This is the root cause of Ao Xun's constant irritating words. A big drama must have a protagonist and a supporting role, and no one will play. As the protagonist, Ao Xun Very awkward.

However, Ao Ying seemed to have completely evaporated, no matter what Ao Xun said,

All around is quiet.

"Forget it, what am I to compete with a remnant soul who can't live but can't die!" After a long time, Ao Xun sighed unwillingly, and turned to Liu Lang, "Liu Lang, it's because you and I met once, I will give you Two options."

"Which two choices?"

Although it was very clear that Ao Xun couldn't let him go, after all, his sword had already cut Ao Xun's neck just now, but if it could be delayed for a while, Liu Lang asked very cooperatively.

"First, you tell me everything about the holy artifact, and then, I will slap you to death, so that you will never suffer any pain." Ao Xun said with a smile.

Although Liu Lang, who controls the holy weapon, is far less powerful than what everyone has seen before, and relies more on the ancient formation, it is certain that the holy weapon is different from the immortal weapon.

It's true that Ao Xun is a heaven-level art refiner, but he doesn't know anything about holy artifacts.

Doing research by yourself is time-consuming and labor-intensive, so naturally Liu Lang's ready-made database will not be wasted.

"What about the second one?"

However, this first choice was simply unacceptable to Liu Lang, Liu Lang continued to ask.

"Secondly, I won't kill you. But I will strip your body and refine your soul into this golden tower just like refining Ao Ying." Ao Xun said grimly.

"Not as good as the first one."

Liu Lang wanted to vomit blood.

The second choice is obviously not to survive but not to die. Even if there is a remnant soul left, if it is integrated with a dead object, it will never have the chance to be reborn again.

"Since you think it's not as good as the first one, then choose the first one!"

Ao Xun said excitedly.

He couldn't wait to take Liu Lang's Wutian Sacred Tablet.

"dream!"

There is no good result anyway, and Liu Lang doesn't need to be obsequious. He glanced at Ao Xun and said with a sneer: "Ao Xun, it's not that I look down on you, but because of your IQ, you can't use holy artifacts at all. You can kill me. If you take the sacred artifact, you will not understand it after studying it, and you will even suffer from it!"

There is also a weapon spirit inside the Wutian Sacred Monument, Ai Chen.

Because there is a master-servant contract with Liu Lang, Ai Chen is willing to become the spirit of the artifact. Once the sacred artifact falls into Ao Xun's hands, Ai Chen will definitely snatch the control of the sacred artifact just like when he first met Liu Lang. Even seized She Ao Xun.

You know, Ai Chen even dared to take away the body of Ao Xun's ancestor, Ao Wanli, and he would never be polite to Ao Xun.

Therefore, even if Ao Xun got the holy artifact, in the end, he might not end well.

"Scared me?"

But Ao Xun didn't know the inside story. Hearing what Liu Lang said, Ao Xun couldn't help curling his lips, and said, "I'm a genuine peak powerhouse of Heavenly Venerable. Hurt, don't impose your failure experience on me, and don't even think about what realm you are and what realm I am!"

"Since you are so confident, then try it." Liu Lang said indifferently.

"Just try it."

Ao Xun grabbed the Wutian Sacred Tablet from Liu Lang's hand and studied it seriously.

However, no matter how hard you try, you can't establish contact with the Wutian Sacred Monument. Once your spiritual consciousness enters the Wutian Sacred Monument, it will disappear like a mud cow entering the sea.

"It seems that it is your problem!"

Finally, Ao Xun looked at Liu Lang.

Ordinary celestial artifacts, once captured, can be re-refined only by erasing the spiritual imprint of the original owner. In Ao Xun's view, the general principle of the sacred artifacts should be the same.

It's just that his spiritual consciousness can't even enter the Wutian Sacred Monument, and it can't be erased at all. It belongs to Liu Lang's spiritual imprint.

But there is another way, that is to wipe out the owner of the spiritual imprint, so that the holy artifact can become an ownerless thing, allowing him to refine it.

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