Chapter 2587: Devouring Heroic Souls

Several remnants of soldiers emitting gleaming treasures floated in the air, and the unique texture and luster on them were also amazed by the wind.
Compared with the current spirit soldiers, the remnants of the ancient times are no less inferior, and even their forging skills have reached the pinnacle.
Although these ancient soldiers are already incomplete, they still exude an extremely desolate and heavy coercion, which makes people dare not easily get involved.
This is just the ancient remnant soldiers outside the Wanbing Tomb in the mouth of the Nine-Colored Dragon King. It is hard to imagine how powerful ancient holy soldiers are in the core area.
Feng Yixiu looked at the few ancient remnants floating in the air, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He randomly selected the remnant with the strongest breath, and then he planned to reach out and touch it.
"Master, be careful!"
The Nine-Colored Dragon King shrank suddenly, but it was still too late. I saw that the seemingly inconspicuous broken sword burst into a buzzing sound, and stabbed towards Feng Yixiu's chest at a speed that was difficult to grasp with the naked eye.
However, this level of attack can't really hurt Feng Yixiu. He didn't do anything to evade, but attached the dragon scale to the palm of his hand, and volleyed the broken sword to intercept it.
"Buzzing..."
This ancient remnant sword was still struggling frantically, and the deafening sound of the sword continued to erupt, but Feng Yixiu's strength was far from comparable to that of a mere remnant sword.
The reason why the ancient remnant sword suddenly launched an offensive is precisely because the hidden heroic soul is driving, and anyone who dares to approach will become the target of their attack.
Although they are the losers of the previous era, they do not allow others to trample on their pride. Unless they have the absolute strength to crush them, they will not give in easily.
"If you don't want to be crushed, you'd better be quiet!" When Feng Yixiu really touched the spirit soldier, he felt the heroic soul hidden in the broken sword.
After speaking, the ancient remnant sword, which had been shaking just now, suddenly became quieter, as if feeling the overwhelming spiritual pressure of Feng Yixiu.
Although Feng Yixiu did not know the power system of the ancient times, but based on his judgment of the strength of the heroic soul in this remnant sword, the master of this remnant general should be equivalent to the realm of the War Spirit Emperor just entering the realm.
As for the ancient heroic spirits among the other remaining soldiers, they did not even have the strength of the Battle Spirit Emperor. This was only the outermost part of the Wanbing Tomb. It could be seen that what kind of monsters were buried in the depths.
"Young Master, this remnant soldier doesn't even have half the strength of your spirit soldier, and it doesn't seem to be of much value." The Nine-Colored Dragon King was a little incomprehensible about Feng Yixiu's actions. These spirit soldiers are so interested.
"The remnants themselves may not have great value, but the heroic souls in them are of great value!" Feng Yixiu smiled and explained patiently.
"What's the value of the heroic soul?" The Nine-colored Dragon King is still unclear, and he can't quite understand the meaning of Feng Yixiu's words.
"For some reason, my magic soldiers can't be fully awakened, and I need to use the ancient heroic soul to forge the final magic sword, and these magic soldiers with thousands of soldiers are the best choice!" Feng Yixiu has nothing to do with the Nine-Colored Dragon King. Concealment, he explained with a serious look.
"So that's the case, isn't the Wanbing Tomb very important to the young master, I will send someone to continue to sweep the Wanbing Tomb!" The Nine-Colored Dragon King nodded thoughtfully, his character is also vigorous and resolute. Even if you are ready to convene people to go to Wanbing Tomb.
"Don't worry now, I still don't know if the ancient heroic soul can successfully forge the magic sword. You should wait for me to succeed first and then act together." Feng Yixiu smiled and shook his head, and immediately put the quilt The magic sword wrapped in black mist was taken out.
"This is…"
The Nine-Colored Dragon King's eyes widened when he saw these strangely shaped magic soldiers. This magic sword was obviously beyond her understanding.
This is not that the Nine-Colored Dragon King is ignorant, let alone her, even the most respected master in the spiritual research world can only shake his head and sigh when he sees this sword.
What Feng Yixiu is doing now can be said to be unprecedented. He needs to explore step by step before he may have any hope of success.
"This is my magic sword that has not yet fully awakened. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I don't even know its real name." Feng Yixiu shook his head helplessly and explained.
"How could this happen?" The Nine-Colored Dragon King opened his eyes and said with a look of astonishment.
"This is a long story. If I have time in the future, I will explain it to you, but the most urgent task now is to test whether this plan is feasible as soon as possible." Feng Yixiu clenched the ancient remnant sword in his left hand and held it in his right hand. Wearing the pitch-black magic sword, but after waiting for a long time, there was no response.
"Master, if you want to devour the heroic spirit, you need to touch the two, but the premise is that you have completely surrendered the heroic spirit, otherwise the concubine will not be able to suppress it."
Just when Feng Yixiu felt overwhelmed, a familiar voice came from Feng Yixiu's mind, and the Demon Lord of Soldiers was communicating with him through the pitch-black magic sword.
Although the dark magic sword has not been completely formed, the Demon Lord of Soldiers can still communicate with Feng Yixiu through the demon soldiers.
Feng Yixiu nodded silently, and then crossed the pitch-black magic sword and the ancient remnant sword together. The sound of the sword sounded again, which had been quiet for a while, and frantically wanted to break free from Feng Yixiu's palm.
However, Feng Yixiu's strength has always been at the crushing level, and the ancient remnant sword has no room for resistance at all.
I saw a wisp of ghostly remnant soul being pulled out from the ancient sword, and then approached the pitch-black magic sword in Feng Yixiu's right hand.
The black mist emanating from the pitch-black Demon Ape became heavier and thicker, completely swallowing the heroic spirit like a greedy beast. Completely lost all light.
"Crash..."
Without the protection of the heroic spirit, the ancient remnant sword was invincible against the erosion of endless time. It rusted and corroded at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.
"Congratulations, Young Master, it seems that this method is really feasible!" After seeing the pitch-black magic sword successfully swallowing the ancient heroic spirit, the Nine-Colored Dragon King immediately congratulated with a smile.
Feng Yixiu nodded silently, looking at the little rust left in his palm, he couldn't help feeling sigh.