Primordial Devouring Technique

Chapter 567 The Black Underworld
That's when Ye Xuan was choosing a battle gun in the battle treasure house of Zhanbao Pavilion.

On the streets of Black Dragon City, a man covered in black robes walked slowly on the streets.

Under the face covered by the black robe, his eyes were glowing green, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"It actually disappeared again?" murmured hoarsely.

This person is the killer of the Ghost Palace, god damn it.

He searched and killed Ye Xuan all the way, but what made him quite depressed was that the boy didn't know what method he used, and his breath disappeared from time to time, making him unable to track it down.

There is a jade talisman in his hand, with a slight halo, this jade talisman can sense Ye Xuan's position, but at this moment, it has lost its target.

"If I find this kid, I must pry open his head to see how he avoided the probe of the soul-seeking jade." Tian Slayer said coldly to himself.

"Bang" was thinking about finding an inn to rest, when a short figure quickly approached him, but bumped into him, and then the small figure sat down on the ground.

"Oh, you hurt me! Don't you have eyes?" It turned out to be a little girl in tattered clothes and legs, as dirty as a little beggar, she couldn't tell what she looked like, she lowered her head and clutched her buttocks said complaining.

Tian Shou's face darkened, and the two will-o'-the-wisps in his eye sockets burst into flames.

"Ah, you really don't have eyes?" The little girl's face turned pale, and she quickly got up and ran away.

Tiansha's face was gloomy, he sneered, and walked away.

If it weren't for the many pedestrians on the street, I wouldn't mind drinking some human blood.

However, when he found an inn and was about to pay the room fee, his face changed and he found that his ring was missing!

"Damn it! I met a pickpocket, it was that little girl."

……

In the small square of the War Treasure House.

"This battle gun contains dragon's power, it is suitable for you, 'Long Shao', and its price is 100 million middle-level primordial stones!" Mo Lao smiled and introduced Ye Xuan to the silver dragon pattern gun.

Even Zhu Yankang was shocked when he heard 100 million middle-level primordial stones. This is an astronomical figure.

They looked at 'Long Qishi' playfully and didn't think he could afford this precious gun.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, secretly thinking that Long Qishi hadn't offended this old guy before, and would actually take out such a battle gun.

Of course, with the real wealth of Long Qishi, he couldn't afford it, but that doesn't mean Ye Xuan couldn't.

Without changing his face, Ye Xuan reached out and grabbed the silver battle guns carried by the two waiters.

Yuanli was running in it, and suddenly a dragon's chant sounded in the battle gun.

"Good gun." Ye Xuan nodded, waved it a few times, but shook his head, "No, this gun is too light, and it swings lightly. Is there a heavier one?"

The main thing about war guns is domineering and heavy, but he uses this gun like waving a wicker.

Mo Lao's eyes flashed, "Do you want something heavy?"

Mo Lao was slightly surprised, this gun was specially made for the strength of the Martial King who was repaired at the seventh to eighth level of the Martial King Realm.

The message was sent again, and four waiters walked out of the treasure house with a golden battle gun on their shoulders.

This war spear is a full size larger than the Yinming Dragon Pattern Spear, and the body of the gun is covered with a golden halo.

Ye Xuan held it in his hand, and as soon as he lost his power, the entire body of the gun was covered with golden flames, and he was wrapped into a golden burning man.

But Ye Xuan just waved it twice, then frowned slightly, and threw it aside.

"The attribute of the gun is not suitable for me, this gun is more suitable for fire warriors"

Mo Lao frowned, continued to transmit the sound, and then raised a series of battle guns, but none of them met Ye Xuan's wishes.

It's either light, or the attribute is not suitable for Ye Xuan!
Mo Lao's face gradually turned ugly. At this moment, he wondered if Ye Xuan couldn't take out the primordial stone, and he was making excuses here.

Shui Zhu suddenly thought of something, and whispered a few words in Mo Lao's ear.

Mo Lao's heart moved, and then he chuckled, and said, "I didn't expect Long Shao to be a body refiner, so I can only take out that gun. Its attributes must satisfy Long Shao, but I don't know if Long Shao can do it." Moved."

Following Mo Lao's message, a moment later, four waiters pushed a chariot out of the treasure house, and on the chariot stood a pitch-black, glowing war gun.

Although this gun is also a normal size, once it appears, it gives people a very heavy feeling. The gun is full of scars, and a faint sense of sadness emerges from the gun.

"Hei Ming, this battle gun is made entirely of black magic gold. It was used by a senior gun repairer. In a war, that senior fell, and this battle gun was also damaged. Due to its heavy weight, So no one can use it in this pavilion." Mr. Mo introduced.

The eyes of Zhu Yankang and the others all had a look of teasing, and they pushed it out with a chariot. How heavy should this gun be?
Just listen to Mo Laodao, "This gun weighs 99 jin. The weight of this gun alone can kill the Martial King, and because it is made of black magic gold, it is absolutely suitable for magic cultivators to use!"

Ye Xuan frowned, the gun had obviously suffered a lot of damage.

But feeling the faint sadness on the gun, Ye Xuan's heart moved, the gun obviously already had a bit of spirituality.

He stretched out one hand, and while everyone was watching, he held onto the pitch-black gun body. Immediately, the whole gun body vibrated slightly, and there was repulsion at first, but in the input of Ye Xuan's elemental force that contained a trace of demon attributes, this time The gun is considered calm.

"Good gun!" Ye Xuan's eyes burst out with splendor, this gun really matched his Yuanli and was smooth.

But at the moment, when he was about to raise his battle gun, he felt a heavy pressure.

The sneer on the faces of Zhu Yankang and others grew stronger.

Ye Xuan's face became solemn, and he turned to hold the gun in both hands. He raised it suddenly, and the pitch-black battle gun was held by him.

"Huh~huh~" Ye Xuan's face was solemn, holding the gun in both hands, and while Zhu Yankang, Shui Zhu, Zhang He and others were stunned, he swung the gun majesticly, and the entire small square was filled with dark gun shadows.

I don't know if Ye Xuan did it on purpose, and kept dancing around Zhu Yankang and other disciples with his spear, making them keep retreating.

"boom!"

"Okay! This is Hei Ming. How much primordial stone does it cost? This is a damaged gun. The price shouldn't be that expensive, right?"

(End of this chapter)