Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The old man's words were full of urging, seeming to remind Lin Fan of the preciousness of time.

After saying this, the old man's figure turned into a light smoke again and slowly re-entered the groove of the Chaos Tower.

Lin Fan glanced around, but found nothing except ancient stone pillars and mottled walls.

The treasure the old man mentioned does not seem to exist in this conspicuous place.

At this moment, Lin Fan felt a surge of urgency in his heart.

He thought of the disappearance of his companions Ximen Zhi and Jin Buke, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Where did they go? Are their traces hidden in this empty hall?

The urgency of time prompted Lin Fan to speed up his pace.

He began to run wildly in the hall, and every step was accompanied by the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty hall.

His eyes searched every corner carefully.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed with firmness and anxiety, and his figure shuttled through the hall as fast as a meteor.

He checked every stone pillar, every corner, and even every stone slab on the ceiling and floor.

However, he found nothing except ancient carvings and some worn stones.

Just when Lin Fan was about to give up, his eyes were suddenly attracted by an anomaly on a wall.

The stone walls there seemed rougher and different than those around them.

Lin Fan's heart moved, and he quickly walked over and observed carefully.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the unusual stone wall.

He felt a subtle vibration, as if there was an unknown space hidden behind the stone wall.

Lin Fan's heart beat violently. When he pressed hard on the distinctive stone wall, the entire hall seemed to sense this movement.

Only a dull rumble was heard, as if an ancient mechanism had been touched. The wall slowly moved, revealing a hidden entrance to the space.

Lin Fan felt a cool breeze blowing from the hidden space, carrying the smell of moist soil.

He quickly stepped into the newly discovered space, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation.

Although this space is not large, it has a dignified atmosphere.

The light inside the space was dim, and a few weak beams of light penetrated through the gaps in the wall, barely illuminating the scene inside.

Lin Fan's eyes gradually adapted to the dim light, and he was surprised to find that this space was filled with all kinds of weapons. They were displayed there quietly, as if waiting for the arrival of the destined person.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, all kinds of ancient weapons are arranged in an orderly manner. Each one exudes a faint luster and looks extremely delicate and mysterious.

These weapons come in different styles, some have broad blades, some have sharp blades, some have sparkling spear tips, and some have halberd heads carved with complex patterns.

These weapons seem to contain thousands of years of stories, and each one is a unique work of art.

Lin Fan's eyes swept over these weapons one by one, and his heart was filled with shock. this

Every weapon stored in it is extremely precious, and some even exude a strong aura, making people feel a sense of oppression. These are undoubtedly extraordinary.

He cautiously approached a long sword. The sword was engraved with complex runes, and the hilt was inlaid with a bright gem.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and gently touched the sword. He could feel a cool sword energy coming from the sword, penetrating his skin and reaching his heart.

A strong desire arose in Lin Fan's heart, and he wanted to take all these weapons away.

When Lin Fan's eyes wandered over the countless weapons in this secret room, suddenly, a strange spiritual light flashed and a banner appeared in the air.

This banner seems to be made of pure spiritual energy, and the handwriting is clearly visible. It says: Since we are here, we are destined; although there are many weapons, choose only one!

These large characters glowed faintly in the dim light, as if they were a direct guide to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stared at the banner, struggling in his heart.

Lin Fan stood there, looking at these weapons quietly, the conflict in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

Every weapon is unique, and it would be a pity for him to give up any one.

His fingers gently touched these cold weapons, trying to feel some guidance from them.

He first walked up to a broad broadsword. The knife was heavy and strong, and the lines on the blade seemed to contain a powerful force.

However, when Lin Fan held the handle of the knife, he did not feel that strong resonance in his heart.

Then, Lin Fan turned to an exquisite long sword with a slender blade and a sharp edge.

He gently pulled out the sword, and the sword made a crisp sound, like a dragon's roar.

However, this kind of sharpness and refinement doesn't seem to be what he really pursues.

Lin Fan's eyes showed bitterness, and he felt extremely struggling.

Each weapon is unique in its own way, but he must make a choice.

In this space with so many treasures, giving up seems more difficult than choosing.

In this mysterious weapons room, Lin Fan's eyes were fixed on a seemingly ordinary axe.

Compared with other weapons in the room, this ax has no gorgeous decoration or flashing light, but it exudes a deep and steady aura, as if it is an old general who has experienced countless battles, silent but majestic. .

Lin Fan walked towards the ax, his steps were steady and slow, and every step he took seemed extremely cautious. He reached out his hand and gently touched the surface of the axe. The cold metal touch of the ax was transmitted to his fingertips, giving him an unprecedented feeling. This feeling was both strange and familiar, as if it resonated with his soul deep down.

The handle of the ax is well-made, heavy and strong, and the body of the ax is wide and sharp, and it seems to contain an indescribable power. Every detail of the ax looks so perfect, as if it is a masterpiece in nature, and every line contains profound power and wisdom.

Lin Fan held the handle of the axe, and a strong feeling surged into his heart. It was an innate sense of intimacy.