Along the way, Zong Shou harvested several rare spiritual treasures collected in the Shuangkong Spiritual Palace.
There are natural spiritual fruits similar to the Yuansheng Qingming Fruit, as well as various magical weapons.
They are all hidden in the void, hidden by countless forbidden symbols.
If you want to walk on this mountain, you must be proficient in the law of time and space. If you want to discover these things, you also need attainments in this area.
Along the way, the talismans progressed from shallow to deep, and it felt like teaching.
It is said that it is the inheritance place of the Dragon Clan, and it is indeed worthy of its name.
No matter how poor his understanding is, after groping along, he will definitely be able to understand the magical powers of the Shuangkong Dragon Clan.
And the rewards are these things.
Most of them are spiritual fruits and the like. Because they are under heavy restrictions, even if they are separated for thousands of years, they are still well preserved and fresh.
Zong Shou couldn't use most of them, but it wasn't the things themselves that were useless to him.
But with his cultivation, he jumped to the late spiritual realm in one step and was trying his best to suppress it.
It is better to have less contact with these elixirs and fruits that can strengthen the body and strengthen the body.
So I had to look at Xiao Jin and the others with greedy eyes, feasting on the side. Divide everything he has harvested.
The turtle was even more howling. He seemed to be satisfied and said that he would follow him. He was really enjoying the spicy food and was very happy.
Zong Shouze was depressed for a while. The few magic weapons he occasionally harvested mostly required dragon bodies or the blood of the Sky Dragon Clan to activate them.
Fortunately, along the way, cracking and understanding the talisman forbidden here is the biggest gain.
Unknowingly, I reached the halfway point of the mountain,
The space around him was still twisting and turning, trying to pull him away from here.
Zong Shou was as always ready to suppress all these changes.
But just when he exerted his strength, his heart suddenly moved slightly.
I only feel my own hands. It's all a slight fever.
"It's Juntian Fist Armor!"
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
This pair of fists and armor belonging to the former King Wu Dao suddenly ignited without fire.
White flames suddenly burned on both fists.
"The spirit armor generates its own induction. Are there other accessories nearby?"
Zong Shou can compete with the fairyland because he has a double-veined body. The reason for the unity of spirit and martial arts is the reason for the Juntian Fist Armor.
With his strength, even if he competes head-on with a monk in the middle stage of the Immortal Realm, he will not fall behind!
I have also been worrying about where to find the remaining parts of Juntian Divine Armor.
I originally planned to start with the Yuanshi Demon Sect, but later I found out that this fist armor was the only treasure in this largest sect of the Demonic Path. Then the clue was cut off.
"The instant the Sky Dragon Palace disappeared, it was exactly after King Ran Wutian died in battle. Or it is really possible -"
It is recorded in the history books that he died in the Holy Land of the Outer Territory under the fist of Jun Tian, the King of Wu Dao. It's as big as forty!
Invincible, he is the last overlord of Yunhuang.
It is even said that several people who came to the realm at that time did not dare to show off their talents.
Emperor Qin unified the Yun Realm, but it was the overlord of the Cloud Realm who could completely expel the alien forces from the Yun Realm.
But he himself, at the time of his death, was only at the first level of the Holy Realm.
His eyes flashed, and Zong Shou allowed the instantaneous air ban formation. Move his body,
After a moment, he opened his eyes and saw an extremely huge cave room.
"This place should be inside the huge mountain."
Zong Shou glanced at it, but couldn't help but feel moved.
The whole cave room. It has a radius of thirty thousand feet. But they are all the bones of giant dragons, and their death patterns are all strange.
If it weren't for this place, its gorgeous decoration and layout would be similar to the Dragon Palace outside.
He almost thought. This is the cemetery of the Shunkong Dragon Clan,
All dragon skeletons, large and small, are coiled around.
In the center, there is a tall and upright man. He has a delicate face and is wearing a suit of pale gold armor. His body is also uncorrupted and he is staring straight ahead with an angry look.
"Looking at this situation, it seems like they died together?"
Zong Shou was shocked, traces of battle could be seen everywhere in this place.
Those dragon skeletons all died of heavy injuries.
Or large scars, which are shocking. Or the spine is broken and the body is incredibly twisted.
There were two giant dragons with huge bodies, and it was unknown whether they were in the realm of gods or saints, but they seemed to be torn apart by a huge force!
What caused his Juntian Fist Armor to react was the breastplate on the young man.
It is also a ball of flame, burning brightly. But this fire is red flame.
It's not a boxing armor, it's silvery white after being refined by him.
"It's actually two pieces!"
One is the breastplate and the other is the armplate, both made of the same material.
Then Zong Shou cast his gaze below the elegant young man, and wrote a line of cursive but powerful words on it.
"Father, when the emperor was fighting at the Xingshan Mountain, all the Yunhuang sects were sitting on the wall and watching, and all the Yunhuang clans were gloating over the misfortune—
The dragon clan in the sky suddenly attacked the city of our country. As a result, I, Ran Wei, ran out of food and supplies and was ultimately defeated. Ran Huang was lucky enough to escape. He didn't hate the alien race, but he hated the Sky Dragon Clan for their despicable behavior! There is nothing left to love in this life, all religions and tribes are trying to kill me. Therefore, he was filled with rage and wanted to perish together with the Shuangkong Dragon Clan. It's a pity that this battle failed and his clan could not be wiped out in the end! Hateful, deplorable—"
Zong Shou was silent for a while, then sighed slightly.
It turns out that this young man is a descendant of King Ranwu. Being able to kill these many tyrannical dragons here is quite a bit like his father's invincibility.
He was the clearest about what happened to King Ranwu back then. In a desperate situation, he fought ten times and ten battles, but in the end he died of exhaustion.
The entire Yun Realm seems to have reached a tacit agreement to sit back and watch his death.
These Sky Dragon Clan are indeed to blame for their own troubles.
But in Zong Shou's view, there was nothing wrong. When it comes to the struggle for racial survival, no matter what kind of means, they are necessary.
Try to think about it, how sad it is that these nine true dragon tribes, from being the overlords of the Cloud Realm in the past, were finally forced by the human race and had to leave the Cloud Realm
While he was sighing with emotion in his mind, the movements of Xiao Jin and others over there never stopped.
The forbidden formation here was completely destroyed due to the war, and it was like an open treasure house.
Xiao Jin directly turned into a ball of liquid, spreading everywhere, and wherever it passed, there were those precious gold and iron. Often there is no trace.
Han Xi and the eighteen silver ants dispersed one after another and were distributed around the hall.
Balls of silver flames ignited, burning the dragon bodies below.
It turned into traces of golden profound energy and blended into his body.
The Jade Fire Black Turtle collects those dragon scales everywhere and hides them in his own turtle shell.
Even Xiaori carefully selected two dragon pills and swallowed them.
When Zong Shou came back to his senses, he saw a mess in front of him. The entire Dragon Palace was almost completely wiped out by these little guys.
Zong Shou opened his lips silently, wanting to say that this was, after all, the inheritance of Ao Kun's clan. At least he should save some face for his old man.
Then he decisively shut up and joined in. Anyway, the situation here can't be worse.
—The dragon meat was burned and absorbed by Han Xi with silver fire, and its scales returned to the green fire black turtle. Most of the various spiritual iron and spiritual gold in the hall were eaten by Xiao Jin.
As for the Thunder Winged Dragon, it was soaking in a ball of golden blood, seemingly trying to use the power of pure dragon blood to expel impurities from the body.
Only Xiaori needs nothing. As long as I can smell him everywhere every day, I will be satisfied and happy.
The only things Zong Shou could collect were those dragon pills, more than three hundred in total, and the dragon tendons that Han Xi failed to burn away with silver fire.
He has no interest in the dragon bones, but those minions can be used to refine weapons. As for dragon bones, whether they are used to refine medicine or sold, they are very good.
But if it was the latter, Ao Kun would probably come to kill him. It would be better to leave these bones here and let them rest in peace.
He reached out and patted Ran Huang's body again, but his body was still standing upright.
The Juntian breastplate and Juntian armplate were taken off by him.
"Tch! It's a dead thing again—"
Although he said this, the things in his hands were undoubtedly treasures that could only be found but not found.
Zong Shou's hands burned with flames and he carefully 'purified' the two pieces of armor.
After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't resist the temptation, so he comforted himself and put on the breastplate and armplate.
The three pieces of armor were echoing from afar. As soon as Zong Shoucai put it on, the joints of the armor stepped out of the buckles one after another and stuck with each other.
At this moment, an unparalleled and overbearing thought suddenly rushed into Zong Shou's mind.
Like a wave crashing on the table, it swept over like a wave, with overwhelming momentum!
Compared with the original one, the Abi throne obtained by Zong Shou was several times more powerful!
Fortunately, at this time, his state of mind was far from what it was before.
After the initial defeat, he was able to gather his spiritual thoughts to fight against it and resist step by step.
Zong Shou frowned slightly, knowing that this must be the result of the last moment of the fighting spirit of King Wu Dao.
Just as he was about to think of ways to resolve it, he felt that this tyrannical thought receded like the tide and disappeared without a trace.
If you sense it carefully, you can still feel the traces of thoughts remaining in the armor.
A clear realization suddenly arose in his heart. If the person who takes this armor today is of foreign blood, he may be from the Shuangkong Dragon Clan. Most of them will be destroyed by flying ashes under this blow.
I just don’t know whether this is King Wu Dao or the back-up plan left by this Ran——
After clenching his fist again, Zong Shou's eyes were suddenly filled with surprise!
A pair of Juntian Fist Armor can double his strength! And with the addition of this pair of arm armor, the power is not only doubled, but tripled!
The most shocking thing is that the red flame, after the three armors were combined into one, was even more intense than his Lei Lie Qianhua!
And this armor, as soon as Fang put it on, he felt a force similar to Xuanwu Yuangang Qi, distributed outside his body.
It is solid and thick, and its strength is even comparable to that of the Jade Fire Black Turtle.
"If we had these two things just now, even if we had never arrived, we should be 70% sure that we could actually get away with Na Su Rang -"
But immediately, Zong Shou frowned again. He can’t seem to take off this suit of armor—(To be continued) RQ