Eternal Sacred King

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Su Zimo does not know the origin of the iron rod, but he believes that Lin Xuanji will never look away!

He was about to speak and asked the monkey to accept the iron rod.

The monkey had turned and said to the fat man, "Fat, I want this stick."

"OK, no problem!"

The fat man was in a good mood and should not hesitate to come down.

"Ugh."

Su Zimo twitched his ears and heard it faintly. A slight sigh came from the mouth of Lin Xuanji next to him.

Su Zimo laughed secretly, walked over, and whispered, "Brother Lin, what's the point of this iron stick?"

"How would I know."

Lin Xuanji rolled his eyes and did not want to say more.

"Then you sigh?"

"Well, can you hear this?"

Lin Xuanji stared, groaned a little, and pursed his lips, and said, "I don't see the specific thing, but it must be a good thing and not weaker than the innate magic weapon!"

"hiss!"

Su Zimo took a deep breath.

This evaluation is a bit high!

Lin Xuanji explained: "In this world, there are too many sacred things and relics, strange treasures. What kind of weapons can be created the day after tomorrow?"

Su Zimo understood.

For example, the **** phoenix bone in his right hand does not have any magic patterns on it, which is better than any innate weapon!

The monkey randomly found a quick rag and carried the iron stick on his body.

The lingering tiger walked down the stone pedestal, all blindfolded.

There are too many babies above, dazzling.

The Linghu picked up a cold knife.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, the sharp edge of this long knife is still extremely fierce, exuding a cold chill, the blade body is almost transparent, and it is engraved with a pattern of lines and magical work!

This is a perfect weapon.

Linghu couldn't bear it anymore. After playing for a long time, he reluctantly put it back.

After a while, Linghu held up a spear again, and it became clear that it was really a tiger.

After a little while, Linghu put the spear back.

"Ugh!"

The Linghu sighed loudly.

If only we could take these babies away.

While walking, Linghu seemed to feel something, his eyes turned, and he landed in a corner of the stone frame.

Where are the four hooks.

The spirit tiger stepped forward, picked up the four hooks, and wiped off the dust from them, revealing the original appearance of the hooks, white as jade, and almost transparent.

There are no lines on it.

It doesn't look like it was made of metal ores.

For some reason, the moment the Linghu picked up the hook, there was a restlessness in the blood in his body, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

As if these four hooks had anything to do with him!

The spirit tiger moved in his heart, transfigured the tiger's claws, moved Nei Dan, and found out his sharp claws.

"Well, it's a bit like that."

Linghu grinned.

He found that his tiger claws were somewhat similar to these four hooks.

The Linghu stretched out his tiger claws and hit the hook in his hand.

Snapped!

This touch doesn't matter.

The tiger's claws were cut off neatly and neatly by the hooks in his hands!

"So sharp!"

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo's pupil narrowed slightly.

After the Linghu practiced too false thunder tactics, his blood was good.

The sharpness and hardness of his claws makes it difficult to cut off even the blood-quenched knife!

"Nima ... what a shit, it hurts your tiger claw!"

The Linghu choked for a moment, yelled badly, and was furious, ready to throw the four crystal-like hooks back.

suddenly!

The Linghu accidentally touched his fingertips with a hook.

For a moment, the blood bleeds and the hook is dyed red!

The next moment, something more terrible happened!

This hook went down the fingertips of Linghu, beyond his control, and drilled in little by little!

Cross your fingers.

"what!"

The lingering tiger screamed in the sky, screaming in pain, and grasped subconsciously with the palm of his hand.

This grip didn't matter, and the remaining three hooks also pierced his palm.

Encountering the blood of the spirit tiger, the remaining three hooks are also integrated into the palm of the spirit tiger!

The whole process happened very fast. By the time Su Zimo reacted, the four hooks had disappeared, leaving only the Linghu, who was so painful to roll on the ground and almost cramped.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Deep in the throat of the tiger, there was a deep roar.

Crackling.

In the body of the Linghu, the muscles and bones sing together, the blood flowing, and in a blink of an eye, the body is transformed, and the body faintly exudes a terrible breath.

The skin of the Linghu has begun to crack and the flesh is exploded!

The next moment, he recovered again.

"Ok?"

Su Zimo and Lin Xuanji looked slightly different, exclaiming at the same time: "born again!"

Linghu is experiencing a great opportunity!

The originator of this opportunity is the four hooks!

Lin Xuanji groaned: "If I expected it well, the four hooks are most likely to be the paws of the tiger gods! This thing, this spirit tiger is not used now, and he can send it when he cultivates the Yuanshen It comes in handy. "

After half an hour, the scream of Linghu gradually subsided.

After a while, the Linghu re-transformed into an adult form, jumping from the ground without much effort, jumping to the height of ten feet, apparently reborn, his strength rose, and practicing to the peak of Nedan!

Going one step further, you will cultivate the Yuan Shen and become a demon!

On the other side, the golden lion hesitated for a long time and chose a long knife, which is the perfect weapon.

Qingqing also chose a perfect weapon, but it was a feather fan.

Qingqing looked at this lupine fan, and there was a clear sorrow in her eyes.

This stalk of lupine is green, although there is no mana blessing, it also exudes a trace of hot air.

Su Zimo's mind turned and he wanted to understand.

This feather fan must be made with feathers from Bifang!

Qingqing thought of his father who might have fallen in the sand of the thousand spiders, and he was sad.

On the other side, the little fox hesitated for a long time and even chose a large black umbrella.

"Why did you choose this umbrella?"

Su Zimo said: "This kind of weapon is not very offensive, and most of the time, it can only be used for defense."

"It's ok."

The little fox smiled and said with a smile: "With this umbrella, I am next to the boy, and when it is critical, I can help the boy with some harm."

Su Zimo was silent.

A little later, he raised his head and looked at the little fox seriously and said, "A beaver, don't worry, I will take it back for you!"

"Ok!"

The little fox nodded heavily and said, "I believe in sons."

The five monkeys have all selected the treasures they want.

Su Zimo has no clue.

At the end of the palace, there was a dead bone in clothing.

This should be the Lord of the Tomb!

Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, the flesh and blood of the combined power has disappeared and withered, but the bones are still immortal!

There are rumors that after the fall of the Mahayana ancestors, even if 100,000 years have passed, the flesh and blood will not be corrupted, and the true physical body will not be rotten, and the Vajra is not bad!

What is really eye-catching is not the dead bone of this fit and power.

Behind him, there is a huge thunder pool with purple lightning and a horrifying atmosphere!

(End of this chapter)