In the royal armory, the black air dissipated, and the animal-faced head-swallowing chain armor hanging on the armor had disappeared, covering Xia Ji's body. It was the right size and fit perfectly.
This magic armor, as well as the black halberd, are obviously not ordinary soldiers, but belong to the world's divine and fierce weapons.
Xia Ji once read in an ancient book that the reason why these magical and fierce soldiers are different from ordinary soldiers is that most of them have conceived spiritual germs, just like fetuses contained in the mother's womb.
Ten months before the fetus is born, it absorbs nutrients from the mother's womb. Naturally, the intelligence of these magical weapons cannot be born out of thin air. They also need this "nourishment".
But most of the magical weapons are unable to "give birth" due to insufficient nutrition. After all, most of the people holding magical weapons in this world are "mortals". How can these ordinary people be worthy of giving birth to the wisdom of gods and demons
Therefore, the masters of magical weapons are constantly changing, and the spiritual germs are also absorbing very little nutrients during this change.
The so-called disorder of people's minds is actually nothing more than "fetal movement". The fetus is hungry, reminding its "parents" to get it some food.
But most warriors are weak in spirit, how can they bear this kind of sound
Therefore, after several changes of owners, most of the magical and vicious weapons were lost in the long river of history, or were sealed in some places where they never saw the light of day, and the spiritual germs also entered a long sleep.
at this time…
Xia Ji awakened the big dark halberd, and then awakened the magic armor bound by fourteen golden locks in Sanskrit.
He recalled the information in the ancient book about recognizing the master: Hold it and bind it with blood.
In short, you have to hold it, and then shed your blood to recognize its owner, and holding it is obviously not easy. For example, if Xia Ji didn't have the powerful spiritual power brought by the three generations of Buddha Zen, He had already been infiltrated by demonic energy, and so was the mysterious demonic armor.
Xia Ji popped out two drops of blood.
Whizzing!
A drop of blood was shot at the beast-faced, head-swallowing chain armor. It was quickly absorbed like water dripping into a sponge. The black smoke floating around the magic armor completely disappeared, turning into an extremely majestic and thick armor. It had recognized its owner.
Another drop of blood blended into the tip of the black halberd, but the black halberd remained unchanged. Suddenly, Xia Ji felt a strong suction force attached to the bleeding spot on his right finger, as if trying to suck out all his blood. , and the source of suction is Black Halberd.
"presumptuous!"
He snorted coldly and grabbed the black halberd with his right hand. He made a few circles with his hand, and then showed the appearance of a hundred ghosts walking through the eighteen hells at night.
However, his hand had only reached halfway when the suction force suddenly disappeared and the demonic energy was completely restrained. The big dark halberd tilted its "head" and fell obediently into Xia Ji's arms. It also recognized its master. So it turned into a dark and cold Zhangba halberd.
"Report~~~~"
A series of reports came from afar.
When Xia Ji walked out of the door of the royal armory, an elite guard was already half-kneeling at the door, holding a letter in both hands.
The guard heard the noise and looked up in the direction of the arch. A majestic and majestic man was walking out of the door. His black hair was wildly dancing and his eyes were calm. He was wearing a beast-faced head-swallowing chain armor. He was holding a eight-foot-long black halberd. There was an unusually contradictory aura, like a Buddha, a demon, a peerless ferocious general, but he was clearly a prince in a deep palace. This contradiction created a sense of shock, which stunned the guards.
It wasn't until Xia Ji walked up to him that he came to his senses and said hurriedly: "Marshal, a letter from the front."
Xia Ji grabbed the envelope, opened it, looked at it, put it away, and said calmly: "Go on, frontline battle report, feedback in time."
"Yes, Marshal!"
The shock in the heart of the guard had not yet subsided. He lowered his head and bent back slowly until he reached the corner before leaving quickly.
"We are already three hundred miles away. I'm afraid the last Tong Pass can only be resisted for half a day, right?"
Xia Ji counted the time in his heart, and then walked into the harem alone. The Yunxiao Palace in the harem is the place of paradise on earth. The emperors of the Great Shang Dynasty have invested many "wonderful ideas" in this Yunxiao Palace, which is extremely luxurious. It was the place where the emperor and his concubines had fun, and it was a forbidden place for all outsiders, including the prince.
The father-in-law who was guarding in front of the palace had not yet woken up. When he saw the person coming, he shouted in a strange voice from a distance: "Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, you should not come here. Although many of the ladies in the harem could not leave with the emperor, they They are all your elders, and you need to greet them well when you meet them. And this Yunxiao Palace is a place that only the emperor can enter. When you come here, you are polite... "
Before he could finish speaking, a gap suddenly appeared on his neck.
Xia Ji withdrew the black halberd and strode past without even looking at the eunuch who was blocking him. The wound on the eunuch's neck suddenly made a "chugging" sound, which was the blood gushing out.
How could the outpouring of blood be so intense
Just because the black halberd produced a strong suction force.
In a few steps, the eunuch's whole body had turned into a pool of blood, and the most essence of blood in his body turned into a red snake and came out of his neck, leaped into the air, and was sucked into the black halberd. The black halberd tasted the delicious food and let out a cry. A soft chant mixed in the wind and snow.
Xia Ji stood in front of the door of Zuoyunxiao Palace. This door was actually made of glass, and the carvings on it made it even more luxurious. He looked at it and pushed it open.
How can we subvert this established destiny without trampling on etiquette and law under our feet
In the Yunxiao Palace, there was a group of beautiful maids arranging flowers and paintings. When they heard the noise and saw the people coming, they were immediately frightened and turned pale.
Xia Ji said directly: "Put warm water in Tianchi and burn 30,000 sandalwood sticks."
The maids also knew what the situation was now, so they put away their panic, did not dare to say anything more, and hurriedly lowered their heads to do it.
The nine dragon heads began to spit out gurgling hot springs, and after a while, 30,000 sandalwood sticks were lit one after another.
Xia Ji took off his armor, but the armor turned into a black smoke and wrapped around him again. Xia Ji couldn't help but smile.
"It's really a psychic armor." He patted the animal-faced, head-swallowing chain armor as if talking to a human being, "Leave it alone for now."
The magic armor was automatically removed and turned into a roll of black smoke falling on the edge of the Kowloon Tianchi, while the black halberd was also put aside.
The thirty-three rosary beads were also put together. I didn't expect that as soon as I put them down, they were pushed away by a black energy, far away from the magic armor and black halberd...
Xia Ji burned incense and bathed in this extremely luxurious Tianchi, feeling extremely relaxed. The many books he had read in the past two days, and the many skill beads that he could extract, all appeared in his soul.
There are white ones, many green ones, and only a few blue ones.
Most of these skill beads are second-rate or third-rate skills in the world, and even if they are practiced to the ninth level, they are nothing.
The skill beads are suspended one by one and arranged.
Crisscross.
Xia Ji swept over each skill bead, and some beads sank, while others were still hanging.
Half an hour later, he had exactly one hundred skill beads in his soul.
The young prince took a deep breath. In an instant, the gods had no thoughts, all cause and effect, and the future war were all far away. The supreme Zen heart rose, and the spiritual power as vast as a river made him The whole person is filled with an unspeakable mystery, like a god or a devil.
And just when his mental power reached its highest level, he used the hundred skill beads at the same time.
After the white, green, and blue skill beads shattered in his soul, they were supposed to turn into flow and cover his whole body, allowing his heart, his skin, bones, muscles, and internal organs to all receive the corresponding skill beads. The transformation of the ninth level of power.
But no.
Because at the moment of fragmentation, three great Buddha images suddenly appeared around him, surrounding him in the shape of a Chinese character. The Buddha's hand turned into a finger, and the three fingers pointed at the center of the prince's eyebrows. The past, present, and future, with great wisdom and great concentration, made Xia Ji The many broken skill beads between the eyebrows were driven by this powerful spiritual power and began to slowly merge.