After Qing Ming finished speaking, her figure disappeared from the spot.
Mubai stared blankly at the two artifacts in front of him. After a while, he took a step closer and looked at them carefully.
This Shura sword is light green in color, has a solemn murderous aura, and has a strong momentum. However, it is currently inserted in the scabbard and its appearance cannot be fully seen.
The Nether Burning Armor has a delicate and compact structure, a simple overall structure, and is pitch black with a strange energy fluctuation.
"An ancient god-level artifact!"
Mu Bai was extremely shocked that Qing Ming actually gave him two such valuable treasures.
Although artifacts are relatively common in hell, artifacts of this level are definitely priceless treasures.
Slowly walking to the high platform, his feet were like flames burning, which made Mu Bai unbearable.
"Keng!"
He stretched out his hand to hold the Shura Sword tightly, and then pulled the divine sword out of its scabbard.
The light cyan sword body has a murderous aura and shines with a cold light.
"What a good sword." Mu Bai couldn't help but admire it.
Putting the Shura Sword back into its scabbard, Mu Bai put the two artifacts into the space ring.
"What does she mean by inheriting Shura's mantle?"
Recalling the conversation with Qing Ming just now, Mu Bai frowned and couldn't think of any clue. Fortunately, he sat down cross-legged on the high platform.
This high platform was like a burning flame. After Mu Bai sat down, his whole body was flushed red, but Mu Bai was secretly happy in his heart, because with the help of the power of the flames, if he practiced here, he could
The better you solidify your soul, the stronger the power of your soul will be, and it will be much easier to increase the power of your godhead accordingly, but this practice is quite arduous.
Just when Mu Bai was about to close his eyes to practice, he suddenly noticed the walls surrounding the palace, and could vaguely see countless crisscrossing sword marks.
"This is?"
Mubai's heart moved and he looked intently.
Those engraved sword marks seemed to come alive, turning into a series of pictures in Mu Bai's mind.
"This is a sword skill! It is a sword skill that Shura left here!"
These sword marks may seem dazzling, but if you look closely, they contain infinite mysteries.
…
the next day.
Mu Bai continued to follow Qing Ming to the square of Mogong Mountain.
After yesterday's battle, nine of the eighteen quasi-Shuras were killed, leaving nine Shuras left for the final competition.