Falling Maple Mountain

After the two elders left, su mo took the space ring and checked the weapons inside.

This treasure was actually a huge battle axe. The handle of the axe was twenty feet long, and the surface area of the axe was even larger than a door.

The battle-axe was stored in a spatial artifact, and more than a dozen arrays were used to suppress its aura. Otherwise, the spatial artifact would not be able to withstand the power of the battle-axe.

"What a powerful axe!" Su Mo's eyes lit up. This was a Dao weapon, and a top-notch one at that. It was probably only second to the hell Soul Bowl.

At this moment, a beautiful figure arrived at the top of the mountain. It was Xi 'er.

Brother Su mo, are you leaving again?" Xi 'er came to su Mo's side and asked softly. Her eyes were filled with sadness.

"En!" Su mo nodded. Although the Dao fruit would ripen in 500 years, he was ready to leave the peerless Divine Gate.