Chaos Ancestor Dragon Art

Chapter 51 The Weird Puppet

After walking out of the ruins, Long Hao didn't leave Falling Demon Ridge directly.

Instead, he found a secret place and prepared to count the treasures in the storage spirit ring.

Just now, he just checked roughly, and found treasures piled up in it, and his mind was shaken.

"The Prisoner Dragon Ring?"

The white jade ring has turned yellow and is full of simplicity, with three cumbersome small characters engraved on it.

When his consciousness penetrated into it, Long Hao took a deep breath again: "As expected of the treasure of the Thousand Puppet King, the space inside may really be able to accommodate a giant dragon..."

Spatial ring treasures are extremely rare, and none of the Holy Land geniuses like Lin Jianqing can own one.

And ordinary space ring treasures are only a few feet in size, but the space in the Prisoner Dragon Ring is like a manor, extremely vast.

In the gray space, a large number of spirit stones were piled up, occupying a corner, obviously all low-grade spirit stones, the majestic thousand puppet kings didn't look at them at all, and just piled them on the side at random.

But there are tens of thousands of yuan.

In addition to low-grade spirit stones, Long Hao also found boxes of neatly stacked middle-grade spirit stones.

The value of middle-grade spirit stones is still a hundred times higher than that of low-grade spirit stones, and they are even rarer. They are necessary for the daily practice of powerhouses above the supernatural power level.

It's a pity that the quantity is too small, only a few hundred yuan.

"Hey, is this a high-grade spirit stone?" Long Hao exclaimed, and found three shining spirit stones in a box.

Displayed there, it is as dazzling as three stars, and the pure energy contained in it is like the Yangtze River.

High-grade spirit stones are more versatile and rarer. The value of one piece is more than 1 yuan, and there is no market for low-grade spirit stones.

Looking away, on the shelf on the other side, there are a large number of bottles and jars containing panacea, piles of martial arts secret books piled up like mountains, piles of various talismans...

The treasures in a ring can be compared to a treasure house.

But when Long Hao checked one by one, he couldn't help but turn green, and couldn't help yelling: "Damn Thousand Puppet King, you are too prodigal."

Those panaceas are running out, and the piles of martial arts cheats and stacks of talismans are all low-level...

It can be said that before the death of the Thousand Puppet King, he almost consumed everything that could be used, and the rest were some rubbish that he didn't like.

Not to mention the majestic Thousand Puppet King, even Long Hao can't look down on these things.

Long Hao even doubted whether the treasure in the storage spirit ring had been dropped by Qin Wuji.

Other than these things, there are only mountains of metal parts left in the prisoner ring, with arms and legs, and weird things in the shape of chariots and beasts...

Apparently they were all discarded parts and damaged mechanism puppets.

"A majestic king's storage spirit ring, it has become a garbage dump..."

Long Hao couldn't help slandering himself secretly.

But when he turned his gaze, he found a humanoid puppet standing next to the rubbish.

The puppet was forged extremely rough, not to mention naked, and the black skin was also pitted, as if it had been soaked in sulfuric acid.

The reason why Long Hao noticed this puppet was because he sensed a rather familiar aura from it.

After observing carefully for a while, Long Hao finally discovered the source of that familiar aura, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the puppet's clenched left hand.

To be precise, it was not in the shape of a human hand, but an iron claw, tightly holding a dark green bead.

The bead was broken long ago, and only a small part was held in the claw.

The aura escaping from it was extremely violent and chaotic, with a magical power that could erode the soul, just by taking a look at it, Long Hao's consciousness was almost sucked in.

That aura is exactly the same as the aura of those green crystals in Falling Demon Ridge, but it is more pure and terrifying, with extremely strong coercion.

"A magic bead, and it's a king-level magic bead!"

Long Hao's mind was shocked, with the experience of the Burning Devil Emperor, he would not admit his mistake.

"It should belong to the demon king who fell on Falling Demon Ridge..."

After a brief shock, Long Hao's heart became ecstatic.

The value of a king-level magic bead is definitely not weaker than a golden pill of a king-level powerhouse.

The king-level magic beads also contain the life-long inheritance and skills of the devil king.

It's just that ordinary human practitioners cannot refine and absorb it, otherwise they will go mad on the spot and explode to death.

But Long Hao didn't have this restriction, he could refine all energy in the world by practicing Chaos Ancestral Dragon Art.

"It's a pity that there is only a small piece left, what a waste!"

Long Hao smacked his lips and thought it was a pity, but he was not depressed, even if there was only a small piece left, it was enough to help him break through the Transcendent Realm.

"It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!"

Although Qin Wuji got the Golden Pill of the Thousand Puppet King, which made Long Hao very unwilling, but now that he has this fragment of the king-level magic bead, he is also satisfied.

"But what is the origin of this puppet? Could it be that it killed the demon king?"

Looking at the puppet's iron claw holding the magic bead tightly, Long Hao seemed to see a puppet fighting the sky and fighting against the earth, and rushed towards him like a shooting star. With one claw, he tore the body of the demon king and wiped all the magic beads in his body. crushed...

Relieved, Long Hao couldn't help shaking his head, if it was what he thought, then this puppet would be too scary.

A puppet that can kill a demon king is absolutely no small matter.

"I just don't know if this puppet is damaged..." Looking at the tattered appearance of the puppet, Long Hao frowned, but he was still ready to give it a try.

With a thought, the humanoid puppet appeared beside Long Hao out of thin air.

"Meow!" Long Xiaomiao was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the puppet, and the hair all over his body exploded.

However, after observing for a long time, it found that the opponent was motionless. Driven by curiosity, it stretched out its small paws to test it, and after confirming that the opponent would not move, it jumped up.

The little guy was very curious, he looked east and west, and after a while, he hung around his arm and drooped down, his eyes fell on the right hand of the puppet in surprise.

"Hey, what is this?"

Just now all the attention was on the king-level magic bead, only now did Long Hao realize that the puppet was actually holding something in his right hand.

It was seven or eight inches long and two or three inches wide. It was square and had distinct water chestnuts, and the whole body was shining with gold.

"Bricks?"

Long Hao was stunned for a while, gold and silver are common things that practitioners don't bother to carry around, but the square object does look exactly like a gold brick.

Long Xiaomiao curiously stretched out her claws, tapped on them, and immediately made a crisp metallic sound.

(End of this chapter)