Looking at the inherited weapon he had found amidst the trials of thousands of horses, Xiao Zhan felt as if he were dreaming, if it weren't for the fact that it resonated with the Silver Spear.

On the way back to the North, not long ago when they passed through this plain.

The black-armored cavalry's galloping warhorses resonated with the myriad horse spirits within the thunderous horse spirits, thus drawing forth a chestnut-colored dragon vein.

A massive dragon vein, with a graceful form resembling both a dragon and a horse, gradually took shape amidst the resonance of countless horse spirits!

The chestnut-colored dragon vein swam swiftly above the horses' heads with delight, its mane flying, joyfully weaving through the torrent of horse spirits, racing wildly alongside the herd, thoroughly enjoying itself.

The dragon vein emanated a soft yet powerful light, and each swish of its tail brought forth a majestic aura.

At that moment, an unprecedented gleam flashed in Xiao Zhan's eyes. He had sensed it! The will of the dragon vein, the call from the depths of his bloodline!

He was no longer merely evading the pursuit of countless horse spirits, but actively leading this destructive torrent, galloping alongside the chestnut dragon vein!

Xiao Zhan, who originally thought he would never have a chance to obtain the Dragon Vein, unexpectedly came to this place by chance and even activated the rise of the Dragon Vein.

Who would have thought that this seventh dragon vein would require such a peculiar process of galloping horses to take shape?

finally.

The gaze of the chestnut-colored dragon vein finally fell on Xiao Zhan, who was charging at the forefront.

After successfully gaining the Dragon Vein's approval, Xiao Zhan found the inherited weapon among the horse herd, won over thousands of horse souls to obtain the Silver Spear, and became a Star Lord.

At this point, a massive earthquake struck.

Lord Seventh Star, settle down!

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Zhan let out a hearty laugh, releasing all the pent-up frustration and disappointment in his heart.

"Heaven has not forsaken our northern border!"

A flame of revenge burned in Xiao Zhan's eyes. His silver spear pointed towards Jincheng, and sharp ice crystals instantly condensed at the tip, emanating a chilling aura.

"Zhou Zhenbei! You old bastard! Just you wait!"

"Hee-hee-hee!" As if sensing its master's boiling fighting spirit and the nourishment of the Star Lord's power, Xiao Zhan's snow-white black horse also raised its hooves and leaped up, letting out an even more resounding neigh.

After winning over thousands of horse souls alongside Xiao Zhan, this horse seems to have undergone some kind of change, a complete transformation!

It seemed as if its intelligence had been awakened, its body brimming with spiritual energy, and its horse eyes now possessed human-like emotions, gleaming with the light of wisdom.

"Let's go, back to the Northern Border!" Xiao Zhan pointed his spear forward, his voice resounding.

"Return to the Northern Territory—!!" The black-armored cavalry roared in unison, their voices echoing across the land.

The iron torrent turned, tearing through the rain curtain, and sped off towards the rain-soaked north!

The Seventh Star Lord, carrying the might of the Northern Cavalry, returns to the Northern Territory.

......

The Gate of Immortality.

It has now been completely reduced to ruins.

The torrential rain continued to pour down from the sky, washing over the huge crater, but it couldn't disperse the billowing 'white mist' inside.

The fog wasn't water vapor; it was a manifestation of some kind of high-energy residue, which was constantly reacting with the surrounding environment.

The three monks, Li Yu and Lu Fan, were enveloped in an aura formed by their own energy, which shielded them from the ever-present and chilling invisible danger.

Although the explosion did not harm them, the toxic gases and radioactive dust in the air were constantly radiating and damaging everything around them, silently corroding all life.

Looking at the enormous pit, Lu Fan and Monk Jingshi were filled with deep sorrow, both realizing the terrifying power behind the Gate of Longevity.

“Not a conventional weapon…” Lu Fan’s voice was deep, and the second half of the sentence was unnecessary for the monk Jingshi to say; he already understood what Lu Fan meant.

The monk Jingshi nodded heavily, his wrinkles deepening on his withered face.

"Such forbidden creations can only be manufactured by the 'Divine Craftsmanship Workshop,' a vital national treasure of Zhongzhou..."

Judging from the damage caused by this devastating weapon, although it was only a semi-finished product, only the Central Plains government had the right to manufacture and use it, and it was absolutely impossible for it to be controlled by any random force.

Considering the numerous obstacles and devastating blows they had faced before, the mastermind behind it all was now obvious to them.

The result was not hard to guess, and it was a chilling answer.

The monk Jingshi looked worried and slowly closed his eyes.

At that moment, the white mist at the tip of the staff surged and churned violently, and the ghostly spirit formed from Luo Fei's remaining obsession let out a shrill and ear-piercing howl:

"Ugh—! It's not over yet! It's not over yet!"

The last vestige of clarity in his consciousness was replaced by hatred, and he was rapidly becoming blurred by overwhelming resentment and resentment, about to be completely transformed into a vicious and vengeful spirit!

If it is not suppressed, Luo Fei's ghost will soon break free of the staff and eventually cause a great disaster without his knowledge.

The monk Jingshi looked both sorrowful and conflicted. Having personally experienced Luo Fei's memory replay, he couldn't bear to forcibly send Luo Fei to the afterlife.

But if he lets it go unchecked, Luo Fei will completely degenerate into a malevolent spirit that harms people.

The monk Jingshi was at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, Li Yu also noticed the ghost that rushed out of the tin staff.

The ghost's face vaguely overlapped with that of the young man who fell from the top of the tower.

However, when it comes to dealing with ghosts, Li Yu is naturally full of confidence.

He picked up the phoenix bow in his hand, and a thought crossed his mind.

Sensing Li Yu's intention, the strange black eye on the bow suddenly opened!

A spiritual force originating from the soul instantly spread out!

"Ugh..." Luo Fei's ghost, which had been roaring madly, froze instantly as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his throat!

The ghostly figures formed from the white mist trembled, staring in fear at the black vertical pupil, no longer daring to make the slightest move!

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