Titan and Dragon King

On the towering altar at the eighth corner and nine floors, Muria was bound by dozens of streamer chains, bound in the air, her black hair was scattered, and she fell to her waist. Tired look.

Through the gap between the eyes, the spirit of the void can see that the young Titan's original bright golden eyes were dim and dull at the moment.

"Well, all nine weapons have been minted, you won't persist." Several streams of light flew from the altar, blending into the transparent and illusory body of the spirit of the void, and then Hephaestus couldn't help but reach out A solid finger poked Muria's cheek.

Then Muria tilted her head and closed her eyes completely ...

then

"Om!" A double-edged battle axe with a vast, distant, ancient atmosphere flew out of the flames, with a violent momentum going forward, and split into the spirit of the void.

There is no accident. The body of the Nether Spirit was divided into two by this tomahawk, and it was scattered into a little streamer, and merged into the ground, while the tomahawk continued to fall and hit the ground.

"Boom!" In a roar, this huge battle axe twice as high as Muria's Titan form, half of the axe blade split directly into the ground, starting from its place, numerous cracks spread.

"I said ..." The Spirit of the Void was in another position, reuniting a body, but just spoke two words.

"Boom!" A dazzling golden thunder shot from the eternal urn, which instantly penetrated Hephaestus's body, nailed him to the wall of the Hall of Founders, and then a number of fine thunder exploded to reveal a shot. War spear with mysterious mysterious pattern.

"Don't!" Hefestus couldn't help but whispered at the spear running nearly 200 meters across his chest, and he looked at the other seven-armed weapon that was moving in the flames, his face showing. A touch of helplessness.

The body of the Nether Spirit is scattered, and it turns into countless streamers and merges into the wall. Although his cohesive body is very powerful, it still cannot resist the edge of the weapon made of legendary metal. The weapons that he personally created, naturally know better than anyone else, how powerful they are.

"Is there anything for Muria? As a weapon connected to his bloodline, can't you feel it?" The spirit of the void with helplessness, and a funny voice sounded from all sides.

"He's only now in a coma. He won't be long before he wakes up. In addition, his coma is caused by the spiritual birth of you, and it has nothing to do with me."

The interpretation of the spirit of the void left the Hall of Forge soldiers silent for a long time, and the seven-armed weapon in the flames was no longer moving, but quietly absorbed the ancient divinity.

As for the other two weapons flying out ...

"Om!" Above the spear, Thunder exploded, and the double-edged tomahawk slamming into the metal ground trembled, and Long Yan rose. Subsequently, the spear was withdrawn from the wall, and the tomahawk rose from the rift in the ground.

The two arms shook twice in midair, swinging around in circles, and seemed to be apologizing. In the end, they turned into two rainbows and rushed into the eternal trance, as if it was a little embarrassed?

"Really." The Spirit of the Void reunited itself and shook his head. Naturally, it was impossible for him to care about the weapons of the new born spirituality, which was too cheap.

He looked at the eternal hesitation, which was gradually fading, and commanded, "Just keep it in the flames, and wait for your master to wake up honestly."

...

"Hmm!" Muria, lying under the altar, opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion, covering her head, and slowly stood up, with a headache, discomfort, and discomfort. It's like having been in the previous night for several days.

After reincarnation as the son of Titan and Dragon, this is the first time he has experienced this feeling that he has long forgotten.

Of course, this discomfort is nothing, the forbearance is gone, compared with the agony of the previous torn soul, this is just a little witch seeing a big witch.

"Awake? Well, it's much faster than I expected!"

Muria tilted his head and looked at a stunner who was looking at his Titan. Seeing the familiar face, Muria immediately had the urge to punch him.

"It's really rare for you to say Titans. If you're half-breeding, the key is that you are still meditating and exercising mental power. It's rare, but this should be why you wake up longer than I expected."

"Oh!" Muria resisted the urge to smash it down, after all, he had to ask him for help.

The Titan boy looked up to the top of the altar, and the eternal urn leaped on it. The altar and eternal urn dipped in light gold by his blood had returned to their original state.

Among the spirit patterns of the altar, the colorful light sparkles, and at the top of the ninth layer of the altar, the eternal urns return to the colorlessness at the time of the first sight. Vaguely, there are nine-color **** light flowing, and above the flame, the beam of light has Restored to the original streamer waterfall.

"My weapon!" Muria fixed her gaze on the nine-armed weapon that was swimming in the flames, and a heart of joy and encouragement rose from the bottom of her heart.

"I, can control them!" The blood-linking sensation came from the nine-armed weapon, and Muria reached out towards the top of the altar.

Then the aura of light burst into the sky, and the sharp edge of the soldiers swept through all the space inside the Forge Hall.

The harsh noises echoed in the Hall of Castings, and sparks splattered. Except where Muria stood, dazzling sparks erupted in all places in the Hall of Castings, and a few small scratches were on the ground and walls. The ceiling surfaced, but soon healed like a living creature.

A nearly 200-meter-long Fangtianhua halberd wrapped in a wind and thunder, opened the flames, and flew towards Muria.

Muria watched this is exactly the weapon used for the adult Titan, and thought, this purple purple pattern on the black background, the Fangtian painting halberd with gold halberds falling into his hands, continued to shrink,

"Slap!" By the time Muria held the Fangtian Huaji, it had completely shrunk to a size suitable for his size.

"Boom!" The wind and thunder spread, and Long Yan ignited. Muria held the painting halberd and pierced the blade-shaped end of the diamond-shaped lance to the ground, piercing it directly into the ground. The penetration penetrates.

"The name of the halberd: town jail!" Muria whispered the name of the halberd in his hand, as if he had his real name when he was born. The legendary weapon in his hand was at the moment of formation ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Also has his own name.

The name of Fang Tianhua's halberd was already known through the connection between Muria and the moment he held it.

At this time, the fiery dragon flame and the dazzling thunder erupted from the halberd of the town, and then poured into Muria's body,

At the same time, on top of the war halberds, tiny pieces of ancient divinity emerged, a mysterious atmosphere permeated Muria, and he was immediately caught in the perception of soul and power.

Magic soldiers back!

Muria's breath began to rise slowly and became stronger under the feedback of the town's prisoner.

At the foot of Muria, the golden soul's bright ring of souls appeared one after another, seventeen, eighteen ... the nineteenth due to the "gift" of the void spirit, and then the second The ring of ten souls slowly condenses ...

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