2600: C2600 All Soldiers Submit

C2600 All Soldiers Submit

1This was the unique personality of the elves. They were not good at flowery words and would not yield to any powerful force, but once they surrendered, they would never have to worry about betrayal.

When the Heroic Spirit of the Elves saw the Great Elven King personally acting as an example, their eyes became determined. Without any hesitation, they turned into rays of light and disappeared into their last soldiers.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Thousands of elven holy swords floated in the air. Colorful lights turned into a pillar of light that shot into the sky and surrounded Feng Yixiu.

"These guys are really dishonest. There is always a first come first serve!"

Many hot-tempered True Dragon Heroic Spirit also began to curse in low voices when they saw this. They actually let these elves beat them by a step!

The True Dragon Heroic Spirit that came later also made a move. All of the Heroic Spirit scrambled to enter their respective weapons. They, who had the absolute advantage in numbers, squeezed out a spot not long after.

A golden holy feather appeared out of thin air in Feng Yixiu's hand. With a light brush, he took out all the ancient weapons he had obtained over the past few days. He said softly, "It's about time. Go!"

These ancient weapons could not compete with the True Dragon Clan and the Elf Clan. They could only wait for an opportunity in the outer region with grievance. Feng Yixiu did not need to check it out. The weaker ancient Heroic Spirit were naturally pushed out of the outer region.

"Gulp..."

The Wine Devouring Ghost King raised his head and looked at the ancient soldiers that filled the sky. His face was filled with disbelief as he softly muttered, "How exactly did you do it? I've been here for a month already, but I've only managed to conquer it..."

But before he could say anything, the Wine Devouring Ghost King realized that he had said too much. He subconsciously covered his mouth, wishing he could slap himself twice.

"Brother Wine Devouring, my good brother, that's not very interesting, is it?" Feng Yixiu raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head in disappointment.

"I... I don't understand what you're saying." The Wine Devouring Ghost King turned his head away guiltily, not daring to look directly into Feng Yixiu's eyes.

"You have really disappointed big brother... Then I will look for you myself!" Feng Yixiu rubbed his palms together and smiled as he walked towards the nearby Wine Devouring Ghost King.

The Wine Devouring Ghost King had stayed in the core area of the Thousand Soldier Tomb for such a long time. With his personality, it was impossible for him to only provoke the elves. He must have gained a lot before this.

Although Feng Yixiu said that the number of ancient soldiers he had was enough, it was inevitable that there were some who were just there to make up the numbers. The quality was definitely not comparable to the ancient Heroic Spirit in the Wine Devouring Ghost King's hands.

"Got it, got it... I really have eight lifetimes of bad luck with this big brother of mine. Not to mention giving this little brother some benefits, I still have to think of ways to plunder."

The Wine Devouring Ghost King sighed helplessly. Then, he hugged the Blood Evil Gourd on his back. After hesitating for a long time, he opened the cork.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The Wine Devouring Ghost King held the Blood Evil Gourd tightly with both hands. He carefully tilted the Blood Evil Gourd to a certain angle and poured out dozens of high quality ancient artifacts.

"Aiya... To think that you are a great hero of your generation. How can you be so petty!?" Feng Yixiu reacted quickly and snatched the Blood Evil Gourd from the Wine Devouring Ghost King's hands while he was unprepared.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Feng Yixiu directly reversed the entire Blood Evil Gourd. The ancient weapons began to pour out like a flood.

In a short while, all the hundreds of ancient weapons hidden in the Blood Evil Gourd were poured out. Feng Yixiu looked at the high-grade ancient weapons on the ground and saw stars in his eyes. He could not close his mouth when he saw them.

"Brother Jiu Tun, I didn't expect that your Blood Evil Gourd wouldn't look big. It's quite good at pretending!" Feng Yixiu rubbed his small hands and said with a smile.

The Wine Devouring Ghost King suddenly reached out and called back the blood gourd. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the mouth of the bottle. Realizing that there was not a single one left for him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph... The Great Elven King even said that I was a robber. I think you look more like me!"

"Don't be angry! We're good brothers, money and treasures are all worldly possessions. Besides, it's useless for you to take these things. At most, I'll compensate you double in the future! " Feng Yixiu put his hand on the shoulder of the Wine Devouring Ghost King and tried his best to comfort him.

"Forget it, forget it. I've gotten used to fighting these days, so I won't bother with you anymore." The Devil King Jiu Tun Gui waved his hand and said curiously, "But you still haven't told me why you want so many ancient soldiers?"

Feng Yixiu didn't hide anything, and his right hand was wrapped in a strange black fog. In an instant, the black devil sword condensed and explained, "This is my awakened devil weapon, but you can tell. This is only an embryonic form. It needs to absorb ten thousand Heroic Spirit to form it. "

"I see..." The Wine Devouring Ghost King nodded in realization and murmured, "No wonder you're in such a hurry. You can't be careless when awakening a Demon Weapon. Just absorb the Heroic Spirit and I'll protect you!"0

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Feng Yixiu gently nodded. He spread his wings and swiftly rose into the sky. He slowly released the pitch-black Demon Sword in his hand.

The dark-black devil sword began to tremble in excitement when it sensed such a large amount of Heroic Spirit. A monstrous black devil light that was as black as ink shot into the sky.

"Rumble..."

The frightening dark-black fog first exploded. After which, it began to shrink at an extremely fast speed. It was just like a small black hole that swallowed everything around it.

However, this enormous suction seemed to only have an effect on the soul body and did not have any effect on other physical entities.

The tens of thousands of ancient soldiers responded one after another. A solemn and desolate aura erupted like a monstrous wave, and the entire Ten Thousand Soldier Tomb trembled.

The two devil swords closest to Feng Yixiu were the first to react. They were the elven holy sword and the golden dragon sword that the Great Elven King and the Golden Dragon Lady possessed.

The two most powerful Heroic Spirits submerged into the black devil sword at almost the same time, and the ancient soldiers began to dissipate into the air.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

After the two Heroic Spirits leaders were completely absorbed, the remaining ancient Heroic Spirit finally dared to make a move, and began to fight with each other as they drew closer to the pitch-black devil sword.

The True Dragon Clan and the Elf Clan were still considered united. There was no idle Heroic Spirit that dared to compete with them. However, when the Heroic Spirit of the two races were almost fully absorbed, the remaining ancient Heroic Spirit began to fight intensely.

Feng Yixiu did not stop the competition of the ancient Heroic Spirit because this was the best way to filter out the strongest people. This was also the only way to forge the strongest Demon Weapon!

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