Reflect the world

Chapter 321 Eastern Land Divine Weapon (Fourth Change)

Countless energy and energy poured into the foot of the Giant Bone Mountain like a tide, and from time to time there was a painful cry from the depths of the ground.

With Tang Xuanming's mobilization, 64 condensed essence stones floated into the void little by little, continuously swallowing the essence of heaven and earth.

The Nine Nether Bone Formation has not been truly mobilized for thousands of years. Once it is in operation, the entire Bone Mountain will be covered with a layer of shield.

The cloud-like black object that has been surrounding the giant bone mountain began to flow at the same time, and the 360 ​​to [-] to dark light was submerged in it, and the black mist that Tang Xuanming thought was evil began to flow as if it had life.

Clouds of black mist condensed into all kinds of strange creatures, a lifelike giant dragon covered in black, a black wolf roaring upwards, a terrifying giant python with a length of hundreds of feet...

The entire black mist surrounding the giant bone mountain turned into creatures one after another, ferocious and terrifying, and the entire mountain was filled with a strange atmosphere.

"This is soul gathering? All the souls of the prey hunted by the ancient giants are bound here to restrain the purple-gold dragon underneath?"

Tang Xuanming had a faint understanding in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop, forming one after another, transforming into various attacking formulas to bombard the depths of the ground, bombarding him. The real dragon.

And as his true essence grasped the entire formation bit by bit, the original deep and evil formation became brighter little by little. From the top of the mountain, a little light gold spread down, covering the entire formation.

Tang Xuanming's mind seemed to be integrated with the entire Nine Nether Bone Formation, and his mental thoughts dropped little by little, as if he suddenly had an extra pair of eyes, sinking into the depths of the ground.

He "saw" deep in the ground, in the space opened up by a formation, a purple-gold divine dragon hundreds of feet long roared and roared, constantly fighting with black demon souls that suddenly emerged from the void.

Occasionally, a streak of bloody lightning would burst out in the void without any rules, hitting the dragon until its whole body trembled.

The aura of this divine dragon is extremely terrifying, and it is already at the peak of the human world. If there is no big trouble, Tang Xuanming has no doubt that he can break through the void and leave.

The purple-gold scales all over his body make him look mighty and extraordinary. He has the ultimate beauty that all races have imagined for Shenlong, with a slender body, sharp minions, bifurcated antlers on the top of his head, and an antler that keeps opening and closing with his movements. scales...

It can be said that every minute and every second of it shows the symbol of power and beauty.

The only thing that didn't match him was the constant swearing out of his mouth.

"Damn old guy, I will absolutely dismember your body and chop you into three pieces when I come out."

"Don't try to make me succumb. With your frustrating appearance, I can't be your mount even if I die."

"How come you are not dead after all these years?"

"Uncle Long is a born nobleman, the emperor of the dragon clan. In terms of blood, he is much more noble than you. You are not worthy to carry shoes for him, so you are worthy of carrying a toilet for him..."

Even though he knew the vicious nature of the Zijin Shenlong, Tang Xuanming was still stunned when he heard the scolding of the Zijin Shenlong when his spirit was fully integrated into the formation.

This is the most majestic dragon he has ever seen, and it is also the least dragonlike guy he has ever seen.

The mouth is full of dirty words, and all kinds of obscene actions are done non-stop.

This is not like a dragon, but like a ruffian.

"Sure enough, there are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames, ruffian dragon..."

Tang Xuanming didn't know how to complain, he just silently strengthened the strength of the formation, and chopped the dragon until it screamed.

At the same time, he also silently compared in his heart, and found that in a frontal battle, he could not defeat this ruffian dragon no matter what.

The thunder and lightning struck by the Nine Nether White Bone Formation are not inferior to the sixth level, and they have terrible lethality, but when they hit the dragon, they only occasionally scorched a piece of his body, and soon recovered. It is impossible to cause too much damage at all.

And groups of black devil souls, under the blessing of Jiuyou Bone Town, are not inferior to the fifth-order, and even the most powerful faintly touched the seventh-order level. It must be that the ancient gods have not completely declined. At that time, hunted and killed beasts at the level of gods and gods.

Clouds of black mist continuously hit the spiritual sea of ​​Zijin Shenlong, but this divine dragon full of manifestation is still beaming with joy and high spirits.

Although he kept screaming and scolding more and more badly, Tang Xuanming didn't feel his spirit weakened.

Tang Xuanming took a special look at the Zijin Shenlong's torso. After all, if he remembered correctly, this Shenlong was wearing one of the most famous magic weapons in the Eastland Continent, known as the basalt armor with unparalleled defensive power in the world.

After such a careful look, I finally found some clues.

The entire body of the Zijin Shenlong looks completely golden, but in fact, if you look closely, you can find that the color from the head to the tail will be slightly different after being bombarded by lightning.

Bombarding the head and tail would directly burn the purple-gold dragon's scales black, but bombarding the torso would not cause any change. Although the dragon screamed repeatedly, there was no slight injury on the surface.

"I don't know why the ancient god threw the basalt armor to the dragon back then? Could it be that the ruffian dragon stole it? Then it was discovered, and the ancient god directly suppressed it here."

Tang Xuanming glanced at the ancient god sitting on the steps at the entrance of the ancient temple with a strange look. This old ancient god was listening to the screams of the Zijin Shenlong, with a slight smile on his lips.

The yelling and cursing of this ruffian dragon must have cast a considerable shadow on this ancient god. He must have been quite happy to hear such a tragic cry from the Zijin Shenlong.

"Will the Black Tortoise armor wear on him affect the attack power of the formation?"

After mastering the big formation proficiently, Tang Xuanming focused on two tasks, manipulating the attack of the big formation at one time, and questioning the ancient gods at the same time.

He asked the ancient god with an old face twice before turning his head to look at him. He was not surprised that Tang Xuanming recognized the Xuanwu armor. In his guess, someone had observed him for thousands of years, or even longer.

Then it is natural to know that Xuanwu Armor is one of the strongest magic weapons in myths and legends, a treasure that can make any strong person in the world feel excited.

"It won't use the Black Tortoise Armor. The Black Tortoise Armor doesn't recognize its master at all. After losing the soul of the Divine Soldier, the defensive power of the Black Tortoise Armor will be greatly reduced. After using it, the divine power consumed is also terrible. That damned dragon is like this. In such a predicament, I will definitely not use Xuanwu Armor."

"Wearing basalt armor just makes him stay up for two more days!"

(End of this chapter)