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Chapter 479 Don’T Forget To Threaten

Chapter 479 Don’t forget to threaten

"Gonna die! Gonna die."

The twisted body of the phantom weapon box turned into a pile of broken metal, rolling on the ground, and his jaw dropped in shock.

"Is this a psychic treasure?"

"Well, it seems to be a bit different."

The people watching the battle had never seen such a strange psychic treasure before, and they were all dumbfounded.

"It's just scraps of metal, just show them to your eyes."

The eternal demonic power was withdrawn from its sheath, and he stood calmly in the fetal membrane of heaven and earth. There was a dim sword light blooming outside his body, which was not suppressed at all.

King Kong, Qingyu, and others all felt a little embarrassed for their friend. The spirit inside his psychic treasure seemed to be very intelligent, but the piercing screams were really embarrassing.

XA3087.

"Damn, you're pretending again."

Chen Fan's eyes twitched wildly, he gritted his teeth secretly, and scolded through the voice: "Take care of that sword for me, or you will deduct one month's rations."

He holds the phantom weapon box with treasures of heaven and earth accumulated over countless years, so he doesn't have to worry about this guy not giving in.

"No."

The Phantom Weapon Box immediately became anxious, and the twisted box returned to its original appearance in an instant.

Unscathed! Not even a speck of rust fell off.

"this....……"

"Immortal?"

The people watching the battle couldn't stay calm. Although psychic treasures are rare, they are found in ordinary sects. They have come into contact with them before. Compared with the treasures, they only have a spirit inside and are more powerful.

A psychic treasure with the ability to repair itself is simply unheard of.

"Um?"

Wan Guliu frowned and his face immediately darkened. He sneered and said: "There is no such thing as immortality in this world. Huh! If you can't chop it into pieces once, just ten times. If ten times doesn't work, a hundred times."

"Damn it! Who are you to dare to shout and kill me?"

Chen Fan hadn't opened his mouth yet, and the Phantom Weapon Box was full of resentment. At this time, he burst out in anger, like a shrew, eloquent, and started to talk incessantly.

"What did I see..."

"Brother Li, is this a spiritual treasure?"

The spectators looked at each other in confusion, a psychic treasure with self-repair, suspected immortality, and... could curse.

Once the phantom weapon box explodes, it can't be stopped at all. The lid opens and closes like a (cgff) ten thousand-year-old monster. It sprays wildly and curses until eternal sweat flows down the cheeks.

The picture looks weird.

A once-in-a-million-year-old figure in the human race, the Eternal Liu who was sought after by countless people and worshiped as a god, was actually knocked out of control by a box.

"Creak."

Wanguliu could no longer maintain the composure that looked down upon the world. The muscles in his cheeks bulged, and he almost broke his teeth. He shouted: "You will die for me."

Clang.

The demonic sword flew out from behind him, turned into a streak of black lightning, and slashed straight at him with even greater sharpness.

"Stop talking and be practical, or your rations will be deducted."

Chen Fan was like a landlord who exploited laborers, and he did not forget to threaten him during mobilization before the war.

Although the character is questionable, the effect is very effective.

The phantom weapon box rushed forward fiercely, opened the lid, and sprayed out a ray of light. It also transformed into a sword, fighting with the power of the devil, but it did not fall behind.

Chen Fan had no expression on his face, looked at the opponent calmly, and said in a deep voice: "It's time for us to find another battlefield.

As he spoke, four spirits began to emerge from the fetal membranes of heaven and earth, and visions arose.

The blue dragon is entrenched, the sky phoenix spreads its wings, the white tiger roars, and the Xuanwu holds the world.

Most of the spectators had never seen Chen Fan take action, and this vision subverted their perceptions.

How can anyone combine the four spirits in one body?

"Is he a holy fetus? Or a divine body?"

Someone asked doubtfully, but no one could answer him. .