Wha... what? This palace is going to self-destruct! Wang Man was helpless and sluggish, and he stood up and started collecting the relics arranged by Ling Tian.
Martial arts secrets, Wang Man, who was leaning in front of the crystal coffin, forgot the time when he saw the three majestic and majestic characters written "God-Slaying Jue" written in yellow!
The existence of so many mysteries made Wang Man's heart surge again. This excitement was not as clear as when he was training in the academy, nor was it as gratifying as when he obtained the "Concentration Art".
Not knowing whether he was destined to die or was lucky, Wang Man was curious and took out this ancient book that had faded with time.
The essence of "God-Slaying Jue" has been captured in all of "Concentrating God Jue". Even "Lingtian Battle Shield" and "Concentrating Violent Slashing" are written so clearly. Only now did Wang Man understand what Master Haotian called a lifetime.
The compiled essence is only a tiny part of the "God-Slaying Jue" composed by the ancestor of Ling Tian.
Wang Man took out the "Ningshen Jue" in his arms to choose between the two books. He knew that "Ningshen Jue" would be completely eliminated from his options.
It feels refreshing to have all the treasures of a sect in your pocket, but such a risk ties the essence and survival of the entire sect to yourself. The reason why the current sect develops is precisely because of the mental method.
The existence of moves, if there is no treasure in one of them to suppress the sect, it will always disappear from the stage of history.
Pick up the "God-Slaying Jue" and return the "Shen-Condensing Jue" to Master Haotian, so that the Zhen sect's secret knowledge can be carried forward in the Zhan Zhan Academy without violating the instructions of Ling Tian's ancestor.
Wang Man quickly put the "God-Slaying Jue" in his bag. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the seven corpses in the ashes. He suddenly felt pity. He didn't know why these corpses existed. Maybe they could talk to Ling Tian.
The ancestors were buried in a place where everyone was not an idle person. Their souls were gone but their bones were still there. Wang Man decided to bury them together so that they could see the light of day again.
When sorting the remains, Wang Man quickly discovered the eighth skeleton, underneath the original seven corpses. Judging from the arrangement of these bones, the eighth skeleton seemed to be a very important figure. He might have been fighting there.
The sudden change forced them to work together to protect the owner of the eighth corpse, maybe...
In short, Wang Man knew nothing about the battle a thousand years ago. He didn't have much time left in Emperor Shengwu's mausoleum. He sorted these remains together and dug a pit about a foot deep at the original place.
Various weapons, some with little spiritual power, some with rust, were immediately unearthed from the bottom of the pit. A pair of soft and delicate gloves was very different from other scattered weapons. The moment it saw the light, it shone brightly.
Overflowing with color, the green light was like lightning running around the surface of the glove in a very regular manner. The intersection of the optical fibers was a gleaming point that was too small to be seen clearly. What surprised Wang Man even more was that this glove had a green glow.
The body hidden underneath is transparent, with a thin texture just like human skin. The workmanship is so fine, and the energy is full of the thick aura of the ancient times. Even Wang Man can see that this is not an ordinary product, maybe this is
It is a high-level spiritual weapon.
In a world with many professions and different types of training systems, the weapons used by every spiritual person or warrior or even a disciple of the demon clan, and almost everyone with abilities, are divided into three levels: mortal, spiritual, and divine.
Mortal weapons are divided into ordinary mortal weapons and excellent mortal weapons. Spiritual weapons are divided into low, medium and high grades. Divine weapons are the same as spiritual weapons. High-level sacred weapons are powerful enough to travel through space and condense again. They are powerful enough to open the sky, split the sea and block waves.
flow!
Artifacts only exist in legends, but spiritual weapons are not uncommon. Wang Man saw Jace, Leona, Nasus, etc., and they were all people with low-level spiritual weapons.
Looking at the entire Zhanzheng Academy, only the four great teachers each have a medium spiritual weapon; as for Dean Yuri and the elders behind the scenes, no one knows.
High-level spiritual weapon! A trace of powerful confusion flashed in Wang Man's eyes. He didn't know why these gloves were made so delicately. If he wore them on his hands, he would not notice any difference at all.
Curiosity about the unknown and admiration for strength drove him to put his hands into the gloves. Suddenly, the gloves quickly stuck to Wang Man's hands as if they had been planned for a long time.
The faint light flashed and was firmly trapped in Wang Man's hand!
Restraint, a very numb sense of restraint spread along the arms to Wang Man's nerves. Almost at the same time, the purple energy in the body consciously sprang out and made first contact with the green light that came; the powerful sinful aura of the green light
He had a fierce battle with Zi Qi, and was finally assimilated by the regular aura in Wang Man's body.
Purple energy lingered around his arms and poured into his palms. Wang Man found that the gloves were perfectly embedded in his hands.
With a ding, Linglong's heart trembled, and Wang Man's thoughts quickly focused on the gloves of this artifact.
"Hill Blood-Splitting Gloves! It is the melee weapon of the Hill Lord Torrud!"
"Ah? Divine weapon!!!" Wang Man was almost stunned. At the same time, he felt strange that Linglong Heart could actually identify treasures.
Wang Man didn't know that it was Ling Tian's ancestor who intentionally passed the splitting rune of Ling Long Heart through Wang Man's brain. This was a powerful technique to imprint the mark on the brain, and the purpose was to make Ling Long Heart and Wang Man's brain have a relationship.
Fusion, this is an effect of Lingtian's exclusive treasure.
At this time, Wang Man is equivalent to having a treasure trove of information that ordinary people can't touch, and a large-scale storage space, and it also has advanced passwords and heart recognition! But Wang Man is still in the dark about these functions.
That's all.
Since you can't find the technique to open Linglong's heart, it's okay to ask some doubts in your heart.
Wang Man's thoughts surged and he conducted a detailed search on the overall function and origin of the trap.
At this time, a series of answers rushed into my mind: the Hill Blood-Splitting Gloves, a low-level artifact, owned by the hill lord Thorrud, and after thousands of years, it became a medium-level spiritual weapon.
Wang Man's search for the heart felt particularly useless. He searched for it several times in a row, and the answers were almost exactly the same. Since it had been transformed into a spiritual weapon after a thousand years, it must have been the result of that battle.
Thinking of this, he quickly fed back the information of the Millennium War in his mind. The thoughts in his heart were majestic, and after a rustling energy washed away, there was no answer!
The curiosity about the Millennium War has now exceeded Wang Man's sense of urgency for everything. He searched again and again, but there was no information at all. It seemed that too much time had passed, and his heart suddenly twisted.
Just when he thought the search was successful, a message came out of his mind that made him so depressed that he vomited blood.
"Your greed is a bit like when I was young! You can teach me, but the mausoleum of Emperor Shengwu has only ten breaths left to collapse!"
"Um, ancestor..." Needless to say, this is also the soul reminder left by Ling Tian's ancestor. This is also the warning issued by the last soul power. What is worth sighing with is that Ling Tian seems to have known that Wang Man will not be here again.
Leaving so easily, these final words can be said to have hurt Wang Man’s face!
Wang Man, who felt like a thief, quickly buried the eight corpses collectively, estimated the time, and jumped out of this magnificent palace.
The collapse of Wu Sheng's tomb must not have been weak. Wang Man jumped out of the palace and ran all the way past a large group of strong men's tombs when a loud rumbling sound came from behind, shaking the entire cave barrier.
Wang Man turned around and stood in the dark corner, staring. The two gates of the palace were missing from the ruins. Behind Wang Man were hot lava rocks, and scalding flames gathered in the sea of fire on the ground.
The coolness in front and the heat behind him made his whole heart go into an extremely hallucinatory madness.
This is a whole barrier, and what seals the ancestor of Ling Tian is only the strongest and largest tomb among them. As for the existences outside that have long lost their souls, there is no need to destroy them to maintain balance.
The collapsed Shengwu Palace did not reveal a way out. Perhaps this was what Ling Tian's ancestor said, and Wang Man had to turn back the way he came.
Looking back at the sea of fire behind him, Wang Man's thoughts once again swept across the scenery here; mountains, rivers, sea of fire, cold and dry, the balance of freezing points and fire points became the unique and solemn focus of this place!
Carefully passing through the downward-hanging flaming stone forest, Wang Man returned to the dry beach full of golden sand and cool breeze when he entered before.