This sect is going against the sky

At a distance of tens of feet, a huge object suddenly fell down.

Everyone felt a black shadow passing by before their eyes, but they didn't realize what was going on.

It had already started to shatter, and Lin Fan led the crowd back a certain distance before narrowly avoiding the shattered stone.

As soon as he stood still, he saw a wooden plaque just in front of everyone who followed.

The plaque is very old. Although it is stained and stained with rust, it can still be vaguely seen that there are three big characters "Arsenal" written on it.

Everyone looked at the plaque in front of them, and then at the pile of rocks not far away. The atmosphere was not only a little too quiet, but also a little awkward.

"Hey, it seems that the weapon depot is in front."

Based on the principle that as long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassing ones are others, Lin Fan said without blushing.

Everyone: "..."

"Sect Master, this Wu Zong secret treasure seems to be a bit different from the rumors."

Wang Hao took out the Chasing Treasure Disk and looked at Lin Fan, "Why don't you let the disciples detect it, what do you think?"

"Up to you." Lin Fan saw him eager to try, but he didn't stop him.

In fact, he had already allocated a touch of divine consciousness to sweep through the ruins, but the result made him frown.

Under the pile of stones, there are only a few precious soldiers here and there, other than that, there are no weapons of other grades.

No matter how you say it shouldn't be so shabby for a dignified good fortune Wuzong background.

Could it be that someone took the lead?

Such an idea only flashed in his mind, and was immediately denied by him.

Wu Zong's secret collection was originally covered up by Emperor Wu with a special method. Even if someone got there first, it is impossible for him to be unaware in such a short period of time.

But excluding this, he couldn't think of other possibilities for a while.

Unable to figure it out, Lin Fan didn't get too entangled, and immediately asked his disciples to help. Although Baobing is not a rare weapon, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are. What's more, the products produced by Good Fortune Martial Sect must be high-quality products for these disciples to use. Also enough.

Wang Hao was holding the Chasing Treasure Tray, and was instructing several disciples to move the big rock in front of them with great effort.

Soon the things under the stone pile were scraped away.

As for Li Yi, he was carried on the shoulders by an outer disciple, and he didn't seem to be recovering at all.

Seeing Li Yi's injury, Lin Fan was also a little worried.

He can be sure that the soul essence of the earth's core is in Wu Zong's secret collection, but under such a complicated situation, it is really hard to be sure that this thing can be encountered by him [-]%.

In normal times, he would be dispensable, but right now he has become necessary for his disciples to heal their wounds and even improve their strength, so it will take a lot of effort.

Just as Lin Fan rested his chin and was thinking about what to do next, there were bursts of screams in the distance.

And listening to the movement is not small.

"Go and see."

When Lin Fan was about to lead everyone forward to investigate, several figures suddenly appeared in his line of sight, running towards them.

Everyone looked flustered, as if there was a ghost chasing after them.

Two of them were disciples of the God of Life Sect, and when they saw Ye Qingxue, they shouted even disregarding their image.

"Saint, help!"

"What's going on?" Ye Qingxue also had some impressions of the two of them, so she frowned and asked.

The dozen or so disciples had no intention of stopping at all, and all of them showed fear on their faces: "That thing is catching up, run!"

Then it swept over like a gust of wind, leaving all the disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Sect looking at each other.

"Senior Sister, why do I feel a little panicked?" Luo Yinger stuck to Ye Qingxue's side, looking at the plain desert in front of her, she didn't know if it was from her heart, or what, she suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

Holding Ye Qingxue's arm, he couldn't help but use a little strength, and his small face looked a little uneasy.

"Don't scare yourself."

Ye Qingxue patted her hand to comfort her.

His eyes turned to Lin Fan who was on the side, and he frowned and asked, "Sect Master, what should we do?"

Lin Fan unfolded the folding fan with a "swish" and smiled at her: "There is nowhere to find it if you break through the iron shoes. It doesn't take much effort to get here. Since you are here, let's stay and save the suzerain the trouble." .”

"Sect Master, what are you talking about? Why can't Qingxue understand?" Ye Qingxue's beautiful face was full of confusion.

In the next moment, a flash of hostility flashed in his eyes, without the slightest hesitation in his hand, he drew out the machete and came towards Lin Fan's face.

"It's too whimsical to want to keep this suzerain with such a means."

A cold light flashed, and before Ye Qingxue could approach, Lin Fan had already pulled out a fan bone, flicked his finger lightly, and nailed it directly to the opponent's chest.

Drops of blood gushed out, and the fan bone almost passed through the chest.

Ye Qingxue paused as she rushed forward, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at her chest in disbelief.

Then when he raised his head to look at Lin Fan, his eyes were full of fear.

"You... when did you find out?"

As the words fell, Ye Qingxue also fell down on her body, paralyzed into a ball.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The original desert was still a desert, but the disciples of the Heavenly Emperor Sect around Lin Fan fell down without knowing when, and none of them survived.

Only Ye Qingxue's side suddenly had a small puddle.

The milky white liquid exuded a strong fragrance, seeping from Ye Qingxue's body, condensed into a ball, and was nailed to the ground by a fan bone.

It was trying hard to get into the puddle, tried a few times, but couldn't break free, and could only change its shape unconsciously.

Lin Fan looked at the little thing, wriggling constantly, with a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"interesting."

Unexpectedly, in 10 years, some spiritual creatures here already have their own spiritual consciousness, and these things seem to be able to evolve their own innate skills.

So much so that everyone in Tiandizong, except him, fell into hallucinations.

If he wasn't here today, everyone present would have become nourishment for this little thing.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed the lump of liquid in his hand. If he remembered correctly, this should be the core of the earth soul essence he was looking for.

"The suzerain is looking for you, but I didn't expect you to bump into me so impatiently, so the suzerain will not be polite."

The thing in his hand seemed to know the fate that was waiting for him. Hearing this, he struggled desperately to free himself, but he couldn't break free from Lin Fan's pincer-like fingers.

"It's not easy for you to cultivate spiritual consciousness. If you don't want to die here, just follow the instructions of this suzerain."