Return from the second dimension

The power of rules turned into a ball of light, entered the monk's body, and merged with each other.

According to the desires of the monks, or some mysterious and mysterious things, various objects will be condensed.

There is no fixed number of these items, and no one knows what they look like until the last moment.

Because it is the cohesion of the power of rules, every item is enough to be called a rule artifact.

In this world, every piece of equipment that can mobilize the power of the rules will be wildly robbed by the monks.

Treasures are touching, let alone artifacts.

"Even if you pay the price, you must snatch these artifacts!"

Many monks have such thoughts in their hearts, and their eyes have become more and more dangerous.

When the opportunity came, it also represented the arrival of danger, making the atmosphere outside Wuming City more tense.

It seems that it echoes the tree of rules, and the light balls on the top of the monk's head have also become dizzy at this moment.

The objects floating in the air have become clearer now, and the general shape can be seen.

What is the specific role, but it is not clear at all.

Whether it is a god-defying skill or a mediocre skill, it must be announced at the last minute.

But as long as the power of the rules can be mobilized, it is definitely not a tasteless thing. The specific effect depends on how the monks operate.

Compared with the raging swords outside the city, the residents of the unknown giant city are obviously more relaxed.

At least after getting the chance, don't worry about it, and the residents of the giant city will not take action.

Nowadays, all the monks, both inside and outside the city, are holding their breath, waiting for the last moment to come.

The little bit of regular power continued to fall, blending into those objects like falling snow, making their shape more solid.

More and more monks have been secretly prepared, trying to seize these artifacts.

Compared with the frantic monks outside the city, the monks who rushed into the monster farm decisively did not feel that much pressure.

Although you are in the rune circle and bound by the power of the circle, you don't need to worry about being robbed of benefits.

Whether the residents of the giant city or the monsters, including the monks who were imprisoned, can't influence these monks now.

Perhaps only Tang Zhen could rob them of their chance.

Just with Tang Zhen's identity and means, he would never look down on these so-called artifacts, let alone snatch them.

Time passed quickly, the condensation of the artifact finally reached the final step, and the dazzling light rushed into the sky.

The objects suspended in the air have finally taken shape completely, and the power of rules spread at the same time.

"Do it!"

More than one monk gave the order, and a group of figures rushed forward, and the target was a god-given artifact.

"kill!"

"This artifact belongs to me. Get out of here!"

"Hey, you want it, you have to rely on your ability!"

There was an instant mess outside the city, and the greedy monks fought together.

The sound of howling and collision with weapons went straight into the sky, and the cultivating cultivator was obviously more passionate and cruel when fighting.

The lucky person who holds the treasure is full of fear and anger in the face of the vicious monks.

They get the chance, but they may not be able to guard it, and they may fall into the hands of others.

Driven by fear and anger, these lucky monks have activated the artifacts in their hands.

"Crack!"

Hearing a muffled sound, numerous cracks appeared on the earth suddenly, and it instantly turned into a bottomless abyss.

Many monks were caught off guard and fell into the crack. Before the flying body left, the crack closed again in an instant.

Not far away, a monk held a stone with a simple rune carved on it.

He was the lucky one in the eyes of the monks, and he was also the target of being robbed, and he was being forced to use the artifact to fight back.

The ability of this kind of artifact is to create cracks in the ground, with a radius of thousands of meters.

However, in an instant, the surrounding earth collapsed again, and only the position of the monk was safe and sound.

But like an island, it looks precarious.

When the danger came, the monks lifted off one after another, avoiding the devouring of the terrible crack.

Although the artifact can release the power of the rules, it is automatically repaired in an instant, and the earth is restored to its original state.

Using this characteristic of destruction and repair, the artifact creates countless cracks, preventing the enemy from launching attacks on the ground.

Of course, most cultivators have the ability to fly, and they can avoid being swallowed by leaving the ground.

This kind of artifact is very destructive and can easily destroy the city, but its killing effect on monks is very average.

The monk who manipulated the artifact was also so hot that he jumped directly into the crack and was swallowed by the earth.

Dare to do this, surely not to seek a dead end, but to have a means of escape.

Seeing the looting target fled, the monks were angry and anxious, and even went straight into the ground to pursue them.

You can tell from the way they look, and they will not give up for fear of not achieving their goals.

On the battlefield not far away, there was a monk who had obtained an artifact, and his body was wrapped in magma.

But in an instant, it turned into a magma giant of hundreds of feet, and attacked the surrounding monks.

Between waving and shaking, magma rolled and spilled, burning raging flames everywhere.

A huge fist hit the ground, shaking the mountain suddenly, as if the sky was collapsing.

Facing this kind of sight, mortals are bound to be powerless to resist and will be wiped out easily.

But for the monk, facing the terrifying flame giant, it may not be incapable of fighting.

The opponent relied on the power of the divine weapon and couldn't hold on for long, just need to be careful.

Although the power of the artifact is powerful and the power of the rules is equally terrifying, it also depends on who controls it.

Facing the greedy monks like wolves and tigers, those lucky ones holding the artifacts are now in a more difficult situation.

The power of the artifact is certainly different, and not every one is suitable for combat.

In a short period of time, many monks' artifacts have been robbed, and they are so depressed that they are about to vomit blood.

Those monks who grabbed the divine weapon became the targets of other monks' attacks, fighting against each other dimly.

There are also some monks, who have obtained powerful artifacts, and are now killing the Quartet.

The monk who tried to snatch, was killed and turned on his back, paying the price for his greed.

For example, a monk is covered with terrible cracks, like a broken and rejoined statue.

Within thousands of meters around him, black cracks appeared constantly, enough to tear and cut any hard objects.

The power of space cracks is equivalent to cutting drawing paper with a sharp blade, which is completely irresistible destruction.

The monk who couldn't dodge, was cut to pieces, there was no chance to dodge.

Under normal circumstances, the monks are not afraid of this cutting, and the powerful flesh can even be reborn with blood.

The body that is completely energized, even if the head is cut off, there is no need to worry about death.

But when it comes to targeted methods, or special injuries, it is difficult for the broken body to heal again.

Even if he was killed and fell, it was absolutely normal.

Killed a lot of enemies, this monk was also close to exhaustion, and the cost of using the artifact to leapfrog was also huge.

The monk understood his situation, and at this moment, with the help of the deterrence of the artifact, he was rapidly approaching the unknown giant city.

When he rushed to the monster farm, the monk turned around and smiled coldly, before jumping in without hesitation.