Then……

Run to the next dead domain again.

Sikong Jiu's scalp exploded.

This is not a magic weapon?

They are clearly eight ancestors!

Especially the Qingfeng Sword, which pursued and attacked the Eight Desolate Cauldrons in various ways, slashing out a series of very pure Qingfeng Sword Intentions.

The Eight Desert Cauldron is also very strong, and he returns to the Li Shen Emperor's Domineering Emperor's Sutra.

The two collide.

The fairyland trembled at it.

"The imperial weapon actually knows the imperial scriptures, I don't know what they are..."

Sikong Jiu was so envious that tears flowed out of his composure.

Suddenly realizing something, he muttered: "No, I am also in the Emperor Realm, and my own martial arts are also in the Emperor's Sutra. It seems that there is nothing to be envious of."

"Come on, Sister Jian, take the Eight Desolate Cauldron back and offer it to the Emperor. You can't do anything to bring it with you. If I don't pick it, I can do it."

"We are all people around the Emperor, so we must help each other."

Sikong Jiu sent a message from afar and talked a lot.

The spirit of Qingfeng Sword is not as cold as other imperial weapons, and he responded quickly:

"roll."

“…”

Look.

This is the imperial weapon.

Although there is only one word, its momentum is very strong. How can ordinary weapon spirits be so confident?

So Sikong Jiu replied: "Okay, sister, you are busy."

"Where is your imperial weapon."

A calm divine thought sounded around him, and Sikong Jiu's body suddenly shook.
Chapter completed!