"So that Chaos Sacred Weapon is the Dragon Roar Saber."

Han Feng sounded thoughtful.

The giant panda swallowed and stared at Han Feng with a look of disbelief in his eyes. "This is really a fragment of the Chaos Sacred Artifact. How did you break it?"

Han Feng shook his fist, his spirits high, "My buddy used a basic attack to directly explode the Dragon Roar Saber!"

The giant panda fell into deep thought.

You know, the Dragon Roar Blade ranks among the best among all the Chaos Sacred Weapons.

Not even a Chaos God could smash it to pieces with one punch.

Han Feng, who is only level 50, did it?

There must be a lot of water in Han Feng's words.

As for how it is done?

It is unknown.

Han Feng patted the giant panda's shoulder, a meaningful smile on his lips, "Now you know how powerful I am, right?"

"I don't know how powerful you are, but your ability to brag is unmatched."

The giant panda chuckled.

"Is it so hard to admit that others are excellent? This is pure jealousy!"

Han Feng shook his head and sighed, then went straight into the thatched hut, lay down on the straw bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Two hours later.

Han Feng woke up, feeling refreshed.

Then, he opened the storage bag and took out a fragment of the Dragon Roar Sword, and placed it in front of the big machete, "Little machete, can you swallow this thing?"

Machete said uncertainly, "I don't know either. We can give it a try."

"Give."

Han Feng stuffed the fragment into the machete's mouth.

Machete chewed it for a few times and said dejectedly, "Brother, this thing is too hard. I can't bite it at all."

"waste!"

Han Feng's face darkened.

The machete looked aggrieved.

It's just an ordinary machete.

How can I swallow the fragments of the Chaos Sacred Artifact?

Isn't Han Feng making things difficult for it?

Han Fengxu narrowed his eyes and pondered.

It took great effort and risk of death to retrieve the fragments of the Chaos Sacred Artifact.

If the machete can't swallow it, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

How is this possible?

We have to find a way.

Han Feng thought for a while, then walked out of the thatched hut and waved to the giant panda, "Brother Panda, come here."

"What is it?"

The giant panda came over happily.

Han Feng said, "I want to integrate the fragments of the Chaos Sacred Artifact into the machete. Do you have any ideas?"

The giant panda was stunned. "Integrating the fragments of the Chaos Sacred Artifact into an ordinary machete? What were you thinking? Isn't this a waste of resources?"

Han Feng's eyes narrowed, "Stop talking nonsense, do you have any solution?"

The giant panda scratched his head. "I can't do anything about it, but you can ask for help from the Tower of Babel. That thing is a manufacturing Chaos Sacred Artifact with great power."

"That's right."

Han Feng's eyes lit up.

The Tower of Babel can not only derive talents, but also create artifacts.

Dealing with some Chaos Artifact fragments shouldn't be a big problem.

Take a day off today and go find the Tower of Babel tomorrow.

"It's none of your business. Go back."

Han Feng waved his hand.

The giant panda returned to Neverland and continued eating bamboo.

Han Feng walked to the center of the courtyard, put away Qianshi Bing, and then faced the stone building and shouted, "Yang Mi!"

After a while, Yang Mi walked out of the stone building and came to Han Feng.

Han Feng whispered: "Open the fishing space."

Yang Mi quickly opened up the fishing space.

Han Feng gripped the fishing rod, poured his mental power into it, and cast it casually. The mental power thread fell into the fishing space. He then asked, "Little Fishing Rod, how is this area? Are there any supplies?"

Fishing rod: “No.”

Han Feng was slightly startled: "Are you sure?"

As Yang Mi was promoted to level 50, the area connected to the fishing space was infinitely close to the depths of the cosmic cemetery.

Logically, there should be a lot of supplies around, so why is there nothing?

Fishing Rod: "Confirmation and certainty."

Han Feng's face darkened: "Why not?"

The fishing rod was speechless: "How should I know?"

"Okay."

Han Feng sighed in disappointment and was about to change to another area to fish.

The fishing rod suddenly said, "I have found something."

Han Feng's expression changed: "Supplies are coming?"

Fishing Rod's tone became serious. "It's not supplies, it's a black tentacle."

Han Feng was stunned when he heard this and guessed, "Is it the tentacles released by that porcelain bottle?"

That porcelain vase is very strange and magical.

It can not only spit out gray mist, but also black mist.

This mist can form tentacles.

Fishing Rod: "The aura emanating from this tentacle is extremely evil. It definitely wasn't produced by a porcelain bottle."

Han Feng was puzzled.

Where did that tentacle come from?

I've seen a lot of weird stuff in the cosmic cemetery recently.

Why does it feel like the cosmic graveyard is not peaceful either?

Fishing Rod: "I know why there are no supplies nearby. They were all dragged away by that tentacle."

Han Feng frowned deeply.

Could that tentacle come from a strange beast?

But why would this thing take away supplies?

Han Feng thought about it for a while, but he had no clue. He simply stopped thinking about it and said to Yang Mi, "Restart the fishing space."

"good."

Yang Mi nodded and reopened the fishing space.

Han Feng held the fishing rod in his hand and secretly connected it with it, "Little Fishing Rod, how is this area? There should be supplies, right?"

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