Along the way, Zong Shou harvested several rare spiritual treasures collected in the Shuangkongling Palace.
There are natural spiritual fruits similar to the Yuansheng Qingming Fruit, as well as various magical weapons and 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 laws 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.
To be said to be the inheritance place of the Dragon Clan is indeed worthy of its name.
No matter how poor your understanding is, you will definitely be able to understand the magical powers of the Shuangkong Dragon Clan after groping all the way.
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 had no use for most of them, but it wasn't the things themselves that were of no use 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 could only look at Xiao Jin and the others with greedy eyes, feasting on the sidelines and carving up everything he had harvested.
The turtle was squealing even more. It seemed to be satisfied and followed him. It was indeed a popular and spicy drink, which was very enjoyable.
Zong Shouze was depressed for a while. The few magic weapons he occasionally harvested mostly required dragon bodies or the blood of the Instant Sky Dragon Clan to activate them.
Fortunately, along the way, cracking and understanding the talisman prohibitions 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 prepared to suppress all these changes.
But just when he exerted his strength, his heart suddenly moved slightly.
I just felt that my hands were slightly warm.
"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 Immortal Realm, firstly because of his dual-veined body, the combination of spirit and martial arts, and secondly because of the Juntian Fist Armor.
This gives him the strength to compete head-on with monks in the middle stage of the fairyland. He will not fall behind!
I have also been worrying about where to find the remaining parts of the Juntian Divine Armor.
The original plan was to start with the Yuanshi Demon Sect. Later, I found out that this fist armor was the only treasure in this largest sect of the Demonic Way, and then the clues were lost.
"The instant the Sky Dragon Palace disappeared, it was exactly after the death of King Ran Wutian in battle. Perhaps it is really possible -"
According to historical records, the number of those who died in the Holy Land of Outer Territory under the fist of King Wu Dao Juntian was 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 Cloud Realm and was able to completely expel the alien forces from the Cloud Realm, but it was this Cloud Realm overlord.
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 instant air confinement formation to move his body.
After a moment, I opened my eyes and saw an extremely huge cave room.
"This place must be inside the huge mountain."
Zong Shou glanced at it, but couldn't help but feel moved.
The entire cave room has a radius of 30,000 feet, but it is filled with the bones of giant dragons, all of which died in various strange ways.
If it weren't for this place, the decoration and layout would be similar to the Dragon Palace outside.
He almost thought that this was the cemetery of the Shuangkong Dragon Clan.
All dragon carcasses, 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 light 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 are going to die together?"
Zong Shou was shocked, traces of battle could be seen everywhere in this place.
Those dragon skeletons all died of heavy injuries.
Or there are large scars, which are shocking. Or there are broken spines and incredible distortions of the body.
There were two giant dragons with huge bodies, and it was unknown whether they were from the divine realm to the holy realm, but they seemed to be torn apart by a huge force!
And 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 a 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 this elegant young man, and wrote a line of cursive but powerful words on it.
"My father is fighting in the Xingshan Mountain. All the sects in Yunhuang are sitting on the wall and watching. All the tribes in Yunhuang are gloating over the misfortune——
The Shuangkong Dragon Clan attacked our city. Ran Wei ran out of food and supplies and was ultimately defeated. Ran Huang managed to escape. He didn’t hate the alien race, but only the Shuangkong Dragon Clan. Their behavior was despicable! There is nothing to love in this life.
All the tribes in the religion are threatening my life. Therefore, they are full of hostility and want to perish together with the Shuangkong Dragon Clan. It is a pity that this battle has fallen short, and they will not be able to completely destroy their tribe! It is hateful and lamentable——"
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 so many tyrannical dragons here is like his father's invincibility.
He was the most aware of what happened to King Ran Wu back then. He fought ten battles in a desperate situation, but in the end he died of exhaustion.
The entire Yun Realm seems to have reached a tacit agreement to sit back and watch its demise.
These instant sky dragons are indeed to blame for their own troubles.
But in Zong Shou's view, there is nothing wrong. When it comes to the struggle for the survival of the race, no matter what kind of means, it is 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 thoughts, the movements of Xiao Jin and others over there did not stop.
The forbidden formation here was completely destroyed due to the war, and it was like an open treasure house.
The small gold directly turns into a ball of liquid and spreads everywhere. Wherever it passes, the precious gold and iron often disappear.
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 its 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. Almost the entire Dragon Palace had been wiped out by these little guys.
Zong Shou opened his lips silently, wanting to say that this place was, after all, the inheritance of Ao Kun's clan. At least he wanted to save some face for his brother.
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 palace 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 doesn't need anything. As long as I can smell him everywhere every day, I'll 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 bone. Those minions can be used to refine weapons. The dragon bone is very good whether it is used to refine medicine or sold.
But if it's the latter, Ao Kun will probably come to kill him. It's 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 person's thing again——"
Even though he said this, the things in his hands were undoubtedly treasures that could only be found but not found.
Zong Shou burned the flames in his hands and carefully 'purified' the two pieces of armor.
After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't resist the temptation and comforted himself by putting on the breastplate and armplate.
The three pieces of armor were echoing each other from a distance. As soon as Zong Shoucai put them on, the joints of the armor stepped out of the buckles one after another, and they became stuck with each other.
At this moment, an unparalleled and overbearing thought suddenly rushed into Zong Shou's mind.
Like a wave crashing on a table, it swept over me like a wave, and it was as powerful as breaking a bamboo!
Compared with the original Abi throne that Zong Shou obtained, it is 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 have been left by the fighting spirit of King Wu Dao before his last breath.
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 flash of understanding suddenly arose in his heart. If the person who takes this armor today is of foreign blood, perhaps the Sky Dragon Clan, he will most likely be annihilated in 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 this pair of arm armor, his strength is not just 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 Fang never arrived, we should be 70% sure that we could actually get away with Na Surang -"
But immediately, Zong Shou frowned again. He seemed unable to take off this suit of armor - {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}