A spear, a purple spear flew from the endless void.

The aura is extremely powerful, although there is still a little gap with the real Supreme, but it has already come out of the mixed yuan realm.

The first time he saw this gun, Chen Pan's heart swelled up. He is no stranger to this gun, although it is only a one-sided relationship, but the appearance in his impression is really amazing.

In the space battlefield of that year, the War Saint led the barbarian reinforcements, and when he passed through the space passage, it was this purple spear that stabbed a mixed Yuan Monarch who sneaked into the Sword Saint to death like thunder.

This is the soul treasure of the war saint, the divine spear, and no one in the world knows it. The barbarians do not have a primordial spirit, so there are very few people with innate soul treasures. And the war saint is an outsider, maybe because the barbarians of this era need him too much, so God gave the barbarians such a war saint.

This spear has been fighting with him for many years, making anyone who dares to offend the Northern Wilderness fearful. With this gun, whether it is the human race, the demon race, or the so-called demon race in the evil cultivation world, they dare not arbitrarily have their original thoughts about the Northern Barbarium.

The barbarians do not have a so-called secret realm, according to intelligence, the war saint went to the secret realm of Langya Holy Land with the martial saint back then, and this spear naturally followed him over.

At this point the gun returned, but he was nowhere to be seen, and there was no doubt that something had happened to him.

A stunned god, the god-killing spear with the purple mang had already rushed into the thunder sea above the Ancient 6. The massive Immortal Thunder was pierced by the gun, as if a huge passage had been created to welcome it home.

Chen Pan came back to his senses and hurriedly chased after him.

The god-killing spear was indescribably fast, and it directly passed through the Immortal Heavenly Thunder and the atmosphere and landed in front of the Tianzhu Peak.

There was a loud bang. The boulder pierced through the air, and a huge pit appeared in the vast wasteland, with purple godkillers stuck at the bottom of the pit.

Chen Pan chased down and walked in front of the god-killing spear.

Back then, this gun was only at the level of a holy weapon, but at this moment it had a faint feeling of being an innate treasure. And the powerful aura that remained on it, Chen Pan would not forget, it was the breath of the Battle Saint.

Close to the Supreme, but still not reached. The soul treasure is closely related to the master's realm, so it also has a feeling close to the innate treasure.

"This soul treasure has been stripped away with a secret technique. It should have been done by the War Saint himself. The old antique said.

"How do you know. Chen Pan asked.

"I can also use this secret technique, so I became like this, and the Heavenly Punishment Whip has little impact, it is still an innate treasure, otherwise it should fall into an acquired treasure. This secret technique was taught to me by Wuji back then, and I want to keep it, so the Battle Saint will too. ”

The old antique paused for a moment and continued, "If you don't know that you will die, no one wants to keep the soul treasure in this way, so ......" he didn't continue. The meaning is already very obvious.

A tall figure appeared behind Chen Pan and walked over. It is today's war saint Zhao Yi. The god-killing spear fell, and it was impossible for him not to feel such a big movement.

More than just feeling it, it's clear that he knew something. At this moment, Zhao Yi's eyes were red, and he looked at the spear at the bottom of the pit in disbelief.

"What's wrong!" Chen Pan asked, although he had expected something, he still wanted to confirm it.

Zhao Yi walked over, and with trembling hands, he pulled out the gun, the purple spear that condensed the belief of the barbarians. He said with a sad face: "Master died in battle, and the life card he left behind was broken!"

The life card is a very peculiar treasure, similar to the life talisman of the old man who guards the gate in the Valley of the Wicked, and can be used to judge the life and death of the object.

The moment the god-killing spear was pulled up, a desolate aura spread throughout the Northern Barbarian Plain.

In an instant, all the barbarians felt a pain in their hearts, as if they had lost an extremely important relative.

seemed to sense Zhao Yi's sadness. The god-killing spear let out a mournful roar, causing the entire Tianzhu Peak to shake together.

From Wuji to now, I don't know how many tens of millions of years have passed, and this mountain made of earth and stone has also been psychic.

Wars, from time immemorial to the present day. It's never completely gone. The barbarians have never really stepped back from the stage of history.

Under the leadership of the war saints of the past generations, the heroic barbarians have fought against a wave of enemies one after another, and they have stood on this land to this day.

This mountain peak has also witnessed the replacement of generations of war saints. Hearing the screams of the godkiller, it knew that its old master, like its previous master, would never return.

The more intense the scream, a burst of light flashed on the god-killing spear, and it was automatically recognized as Zhao Yi's master.

"What the hell is going on!" Chen Pan hurriedly asked, now is not the time to immerse himself in sadness.

The god-killing spear is almost an innate treasure, and it is obvious that it already has a certain divine sense. At this moment, he automatically recognized the master, and he could definitely tell Zhao Yi something.

Zhao Yi burst into tears and choked up a little: "There is more than one Supreme who has found the secret realm of Langya Holy Land. ”

"Master and Martial Saint used secret techniques to forcibly summon the Supreme Heavenly Tribulation, wanting to break through the realm. However, it was already too late, and when the ninth Heavenly Tribulation descended, it finally did not survive the joint attack of the Heavenly Tribulation and the Supreme. Master, Martial Saint, and the predecessors of the secret realm of Langya Holy Land desperately beat a supreme to a serious injury, but they were powerless to return to the sky, and they all died in battle. ”

"Before he died, Master used a secret technique to strip off the god-killing spear and sent it back. ”

The battle saint is dead, Chen Pan has expected it from the words of the old antique, but he is confirmed at this moment, but he still mourns in his heart.

Although he didn't have much contact with this senior, he also knew that it was he who guarded Tianzhu Peak and kept the peace of the Northern Barbarian Plains for so many years. With him, no one dares to commit a crime in the north.

In the final analysis, his own family is equivalent to being protected by him.

At this moment, he is dead, and there are also the predecessors of the Martial Saint and the Langya Holy Land. For today's Ancient 6, this is tantamount to adding insult to injury.

They are all predecessors who have suppressed in the saint realm for an unknown number of thousands of years, plus they are extraordinary, and they are the strongest people who are most likely to enter the supreme realm in the current Desolate Ancient Great 6.

Now that they are dead, the future Desolate Ancient 6 is missing another big guarantee.

Not only to grieve for them, but also to grieve for the Ancient Great 6, could it be that the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth really wants to make the people of the main world lose hope?

His eyes were closed, and the last tear flowed down, and when he opened his eyes again, Zhao Yi had become as usual. is no longer the sad Battle Saint disciple just now, but the protector of the Northern Barbarian Plains now.

The deceased is long gone, and the living are like Sifu, and he has to lead his people to continue to live. Anyone can fall, and anyone can be sad without reservation, but he can't, because he is the new war saint, the backer in the hearts of all barbarians, and the hope for the future.

No matter how big the pain is, it can only be held in the heart.

As if he had calmed down, Zhao Yi said to Chen Pan: "You came back just in time, help me escort the clansmen to Tiandu." ”

Escorting the clansmen to Tiandu?

Chen Pan was stunned for a moment, and now whether it was Tianzhu Peak or other directions, there were a large number of Venerable Masters flying towards the direction of Zhongshenzhou with barbarians.