Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 539 Mysterious ancient characters, pitch-black iron bars!
Broken Sorrow activates the Lingbao, burst out with one finger, and the Cruciferous Nail immediately turns into a streamer of golden flames, piercing the lake and piercing down.

"boom"

At this moment, as if the formation restriction was touched, a huge force erupted suddenly from the bottom of Senhan Lake, the restriction method manifested, and the barrier wavered, blocking and intercepting the black spike above the dragon's tail.

The two phases were at a stalemate, the bottom of the lake was a vacuum, sparks flew everywhere, and cracks spread like spider webs, all over the void, unparalleled power stirred and spread, and the tide surged.

Duanchou looked indifferent, and opened his mouth to inhale a stream of wine, the warm and mellow spirit monkey wine, and it turned into a thick and pure spiritual power when it entered his stomach, and it traveled all over the body. , surging into the core nail.

In an instant, the void at the bottom of the lake seemed to be overwhelmed, as if the ice was cracking, and there were piercing and sharp crackling sounds one after another. After a while, the forbidden law was shattered, the enchantment hole was shattered, and a stream of red gold flowed forward indomitably, cracking through.

Duanchou's eyes lit up, and at the moment when the enchantment of forbidden magic was shattered, he nailed it firmly, and pulled out the jet-black spike at the tail of the golden dragon. The large formation absorbs and refines, and is pulled and swallowed by the Jiuxian gourd that has been prepared for a long time in the sky.

It was actually a drop of dragon's blood, which was never let go.

A faint smile appeared on Duanchou's face, and he stretched out his hand, and the Cruciatus fell back into his hand, and then hit the black spike on the dragon's belly again, just like breaking the forbidden barrier before, taking blood and pulling out the nail.

After going back and forth like this, soon, the nine long nails were taken out by Duanchou one by one, and they were all put away by him.

I don't know what kind of refining material this pitch-black spike is made of. Although there is no spirit pattern treasure prohibition, and there is no aura and coercion, but it is obviously not a mortal thing that can kill this hundred-foot five-clawed golden dragon.

Duanchou would not do such a thing as buying a basket and returning pearls.

When the nine long nails were taken out one by one, Duanchou suddenly found that the bottom of the nine long nails was engraved with the same ancient character, stroke by stroke, like a simple stroke pattern, which was very different from the mysterious and prosperous today. The font that circulates is very peculiar.

Duanchou was very sure that he had never seen this kind of writing before, but he recognized the word the moment he saw it.

"Will!"

On these nine pitch-black long nails, the same character "General" is engraved impressively. It is not a prohibition or a rune. Obviously this is a mark of great identity, or it is a refining tool for refining these nine long nails. Division, exclusive logo.

Or, it is the unique symbol of the owner of the tomb.

If we continue to investigate based on this clue, it may not be difficult to know the identity of the owner of the ancient tomb. After all, there are more than 100 strong men, demons, and demons who fell in ancient times and turned into nirvana. It is even more unlikely that there are many people who use the word "will" as a mark.

If the investigation continues like this, perhaps as long as one looks through the Taoist scriptures that have been sealed in the past, one will soon have clues and guess who it is.

But now, it is not the time to think about these things, no matter who this person is, it is meaningless, because Duanchou is already in the tomb, and the next step is to enter the bronze hall to find out.

If nothing else, Wu Yue is inside, and the owner of the tomb has fallen since ancient times.

Inevitably, it is also inside!
The gurgling dragon's blood gradually calmed down and stopped gushing. After a while, Duanchou set up a restraint to seal the wound of the dragon's body, and put the Baizhang dragon's body into the imaginary world. Go to the bronze hall deep in the Thunder Prison.

Thunder clouds surged, and thousands of thunders blasted down. From the moment Duanchou broke through the clouds, the deep and destroyed Thunder Prison instantly rioted, and thunder and thunderbolts fell and bombarded like rain.

Thunder Axe, Thunder Sword, Thunder Knife, Thunder Gun, Thunder Spear, Thunder Hammer, Thunder Hook, Thunder Halberd. Power, shattering the void, like the thunder of heaven, suppressing demons and demons.

In the endless thunder light, a sword light rises, soaring to the sky and dazzling, the domineering edge sweeps across the sky, the infinite thunder fire, all kinds of thunder soldiers, are all smashed by the mighty sword light, unstoppable.

"Clap!"

The thunder was extinguished, the sword light fell, and there was a clear sound of footsteps, Duanchou's figure appeared above the thunder cloud, in front of the bronze hall.

The white jade floor is flawless and unstained. Even after thousands of years have passed, it is still not stained with dust. The reflection of bright light is clearly visible. The mysterious talisman array shines with light along the obscure and mysterious lines.

"Ok?"

Sensing faint aura fluctuations coming from not far away, Duanchou turned his head, and saw that the intersection in front of the Yushi Avenue Hall was sunken and collapsed, with fine cracks criss-crossing.

In the center, a pitch-black and decayed iron rod was inserted into the jade ground, only the second half of it being one meter long was exposed.

Seeing this, Duanchou raised his eyebrows, and there was a strange look in his eyes. The jade avenue and the bronze hall are connected as one, and there is a restraining formation of innate spiritual treasures. It is impossible for ordinary weapons and magic weapons to penetrate and destroy them. To this day, it still exudes faint aura fluctuations.

He can be sure that the rotten black iron rod must have an extraordinary origin!

Is it a top-grade magic weapon, or a top-grade magic weapon?

Duanchou's eyes lit up, even though his family is well-off now, he has a large collection of treasures, and ordinary treasures can no longer fascinate him, but it doesn't mean that he will turn a blind eye to them. punish?
In the market, a low-grade magic weapon is worth at least one million low-grade spirit stones, and a middle-grade magic weapon is worth 400 million. If it is a high-grade magic weapon, no matter what type, attack and defense, or strange weapons, it can be sold for 700. Ten thousand.

Among them, some with excellent quality and great potential, it is not impossible to sell tens of millions of spirit stones at the right time.

As for the top-grade magic weapons, there are prices but no market. Except for the leading holy land Xianmen, the major sects and forces, only a very small number of one or two pieces will be auctioned at the top-level magic conferences in Zhongtian.

As the master of a sect, Duanchou doesn't lack magic weapons, but his disciples do!

This is a father and mother at the same time. In the future, he will grow the team, open up mountains and recruit disciples. The gap in consumption is like a bottomless pit that will never be filled. Plan well for the future.

Not to mention a magic weapon, even if it's an ordinary magic weapon, Duanchou wouldn't let it be thrown away if it was seen on the road, how bad would it be to smash flowers and plants?

Tianlin's sword step was performed, the sword light flickered, tearing the space, Duanchou's figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the rotten iron rod.

(End of this chapter)