Chapter 2107: Cultivators of my generation must rely on their own strength

Ao Xun, who had already closed his eyes and was waiting for death, 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 grand formation!"
Feeling vigilantly, Ao Xun suddenly laughed with the energy flow around him.
Liu Lang's expression was gloomy. As the leader, he knew better than Ao Xun what was going on.
The ancient great array was still the same, but at the bottom of the array, a huge vortex suddenly appeared, like a black hole, absorbing all the energy in the array.
Even if Liu Lang tried his best to resist, it still didn't help.
"Is it right?" Seeing Liu Lang did not speak, Ao Xun was even more convinced of his conjecture. Without the support of the ancient great formation, Liu Lang is a young immortal who has just soared. Even with the help of sacred tools, he is not afraid. Ao Xun's confidence came up immediately.
"This is really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi!"
Ao Xun touched the wound on his neck. It was three inches deep. If he waited for another half a second, the corpse must be on the spot. Fortunately, luck finally stood on his side, watching Liu Lang's hand, the evolution of the Heavenless Sacred Stele "Liu Lang, Liu Lang, you are still too young, and the external force is the external force, which can help you succeed for a while." It's impossible to help you be strong in your life, the cultivators of my generation must rely on their own strength after all!"
Liu Lang remained silent.
He asked himself that he knew this ancient great formation well, and its principles were fully understood. The current anomaly is definitely not a problem with the great formation itself.
After the whirlpool, it is the key.
Liu Lang wanted to go down and check, however, Ao Xun had already stopped in front of him.
"Just now, you said that if I had a chance to kill you, I would definitely not show mercy. Congratulations, you were right."
Ao Xun probed his arm, and his palm was like a pair of iron tongs, firmly gripping Liu Lang's shoulder. Liu Lang wanted to resist, but without the support of the formation, the resistance was futile.
"Ao Ying, come and take a look, your last hole card has fallen into my hand." Just now, Ao Ying ridiculed him with a spear and a stick. Ao Xun suffocated his stomach and now finally has it. An opportunity to vent.
However, there was silence in response to him.
Since there was a problem with the energy flow of the ancient great formation, Ao Ying seemed to have never spoken.
"I know you are in this golden platform. Do you have no face to talk anymore?" Ao Xun laughed.
Ao Ying's soul is already a golden tower, and there is no possibility of escape. In other words, even if Ao Ying is reluctant, he has to listen and watch honestly.
However, unfortunately, Ao Xun could not see Ao Ying's unhappy but helpless expression.
After all, a platform has no expression.
If Ao Ying doesn’t speak, I really don’t know what Ao Ying thinks. This is the root cause of Ao Xun’s constant remarks. In a big drama, there must always be a protagonist and a supporting role. No one will act as the protagonist. Very awkward.
However, Ao Ying seemed to have completely evaporated. No matter what Ao Xun said, the surroundings were quiet.
"Fine, I'm not in comparison with a remnant soul who can't survive and die!" After a long time, Ao Xun sighed unwillingly and turned to Liu Lang, "Liu Lang, I want to meet you and I, I will give Two choices."
"Which two options?"
Although it was very clear that Ao Xun could not let him go. After all, his sword had been cut on Ao Xun's neck just now, but it could be delayed for a while, Liu Lang still asked very cooperatively.
"The first one, you tell me everything about the sacred artifact, and then, I will slap you to death, and I will definitely not make you any pain." Ao Xun said with a smile.
Although Liu Lang, who controls the sacred artifacts, is far less powerful than what everyone has seen before, and relies more on the ancient great formation, it is certain that the sacred artifacts are different from the immortal artifacts.
Ao Xun is a celestial skill refiner, but he doesn't know anything about holy artifacts.
Research on your own is time-consuming and labor-intensive, so Liu Lang's ready-made database will not be wasted.
"What about the second one?"
However, this first choice was simply unbearable for Liu Lang, Liu Lang continued to ask.
"Second, I won't kill you. But I will strip your body, like refining Ao Ying, and refine your soul into this golden tower." Ao Xun said grimly.
"Not as good as the first one."
Liu Lang wanted to vomit blood.
The second option is obviously to survive and not to die. Even if there is a remnant soul, but it is integrated with a dead thing, there will never be a chance to regain a new life.
"Since you feel inferior to the first one, choose the first one!"
Ao Xun said excitedly.
He can't wait to take Liu Lang's Heavenless Sacred Stele.
"dream!"
There was no good result either, Liu Lang didn’t need to be the only one. He glanced at Ao Xun and said with a sneer:
Ao Xun, it’s not that I look down on you, but your IQ, you can’t use the sacred weapon at all. Even if you kill me, If you seize the sacred artifact, you will not understand it, and you will even suffer from it!"
There is also a tool spirit inside the sacred stele, Ai Chen.
Because there was a master-servant contract with Liu Lang, Ai Chen was willing to incarnate the instrument spirit. Once the holy artifact falls into the hands of Ao Xun, Ai Chen will inevitably control of the holy artifact like when he first met Liu Lang. Even seize Sheao tour.
You know, Ai Chen dared to seize the physical body of Ao Xun's ancestor Ao Wanli, and would never be polite to Ao Xun.
Therefore, even if Ao Xun acquired the sacred weapon, 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 but curl his lips and said: "This seat is also a real peak powerhouse of Heaven. Even if you can't control the holy artifacts, you won't be held by the holy artifacts. Hurt, don't impose your original failure experience on me, and don't think about what realm you are and what realm I am!"
"Since you are so confident, then try it." Liu Lang said nothing.
"Try and try."
Ao Xun grabbed the sacred stele in Liu Lang's hands and studied it seriously.
However, no matter how you try, you can't establish contact with the sacred monument of the skyless. Once the divine consciousness enters the sacred monument of the skyless, it will be like a clay cow into the sea, completely gone.
"It seems that it is your problem!"
Finally, Ao Xun looked at Liu Lang.
Ordinary immortal artifacts can be refinished by simply erasing the original master's spiritual mark if they are captured in the hands. From Ao Xun's point of view, the general principles of sacred artifacts should be the same.
It's just that his spiritual knowledge can't enter the Heavenless Sacred Stele, and it can't be erased at all. It belongs to Liu Lang's spiritual mark.
But there is another way, and that is to obliterate the owner of the spiritual imprint, so that the sacred instrument can become a masterless thing, let him refine it.