As the light flowed, Yang Ming felt a strong suction force around him, constantly tearing his body from all directions, but it disappeared after a short time. It should be that the protection mechanism of the Treasure Pavilion was triggered and then closed.
As soon as his eyes lit up, Yang Ming had appeared in another place. This was a place full of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers. There seemed to be a valley in front of him. There was a faint white mist shrouding the entrance of the valley. There were trees and flowers growing around it, which was refreshing.
The air rushed towards my face.
Yang Ming guessed right, this treasure pavilion is a spiritual weapon, otherwise this place would not be like this. This treasure pavilion is a powerful natal spiritual weapon of the People's Security Council. He has been collecting treasures all his life, and even more
It was through refining his own little world into a spiritual weapon that he had this treasure pavilion.
The entrance to the valley was just a hundred meters in front of him. On one side of the steep rock wall, there were four big characters "Baoling Valley"...
"Welcome, kid." A rich voice appeared behind Yang Ming. He quickly turned around, and he immediately saw an old man standing behind him, who seemed to be the artifact spirit of the Treasure Pavilion.
"Hello, senior." Yang Ming saluted respectfully. Regardless of whether the other party was a weapon spirit or not, his strength was much stronger than his own, which was enough for him to salute to show respect.
"What a polite boy. I haven't seen a stranger face in years. Every time it's the old people who come over. I don't want to see them anymore." The old man said with a look of disgust.
Yang Ming laughed dumbly, thinking in his heart that this treasure pavilion is an extremely important place, and he would definitely not let others in casually. It seemed that this old man was really bored, so he came out to talk to him.
"Senior, are you the weapon spirit of this treasure pavilion?" Yang Ming asked the question in his heart.
"Weapon spirit? You can also say that. This treasure pavilion was refined by me. In order to make it the number one space spiritual weapon in the universe, I sacrificed my own small world and even my soul, so this treasure pavilion
The pavilion can be said to be a spiritual weapon or a living creature." The old man said with a chuckle.
But when Yang Ming heard what the other party said, he felt horrified. This old man was not just obsessed with collecting treasures. He was already sick. Refining himself into a spiritual weapon was something that ordinary people would never dare to think about.
Yang Ming was wondering, could a spiritual weapon like the Treasure Pavilion made from the human body be the only one in the universe? No wonder two powerful men from the Chaos Realm are required to guard the Treasure Pavilion. If word of this spreads, it must be
It will attract many powerful people to covet it and want to study it.
The old man smiled slightly and said, "I am Ning Zhuoran, you can call me Mr. Ning." Yang Ming quickly saluted respectfully again, "Hello, Mr. Ning."
"People outside have already communicated with me about your matter. Go ahead. There will be a reward for you in the valley, but there will also be a test waiting for you. Be prepared." Ning Zhuoran said with a smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Ning." Yang Ming respectfully agreed and walked towards Baoling Valley.
The distance of 100 meters was approaching in an instant, and he stepped into the thick white fog. Entering the fog, Yang Ming suddenly felt different. The air that was fresh before seemed to suddenly become dignified, with pressure like mountains.
It happened in an instant, and his originally brisk steps suddenly became heavy.
The spiritual power in his body was stimulated to protect his master on his own, and the surface of Yang Ming's body was covered with a purple halo.
Although the pressure in the white light mist is extremely high, Yang Ming can feel with his powerful soul power that the spiritual power here is much richer than the outside world. The mist is not composed of moist water vapor, but rich spiritual power.
"This white mist seems to be a magic circle containing psychedelic effects." Yang Ming noticed something strange in his soul perception. He walked in several directions and returned to the same place. Could this be the test that Mr. Ning just mentioned?
"Little guy, this psychedelic mist is just a little trick. It's not even a test. If you can't pass this, then it's hard for you to get the treasure you want." Ning Zhuoran's joking voice sounded in Yang Ming's ear.
Rings.
After hearing this, Yang Ming immediately calmed down and released the power of his soul to the maximum. Not long after, the scenery in front suddenly became clear. The other directions were still blurry, but a passage appeared on the left.
This passage is only three meters wide, with towering cliffs on both sides. The cliffs are as smooth as mirrors. "It should be this way." Yang Ming observed it for a moment, then walked towards the passage.
After leaving the range of the white light mist, his body suddenly became lighter. As the pressure subsided, Yang Ming felt a slight surge of spiritual power in his body.
This passage was not straight, but winding, so he could only see the cliffs, but not what was at the end. He kept moving forward along the passage, and after traveling for about a quarter of an hour, suddenly, there appeared in front of him.
There are thousands of forked roads, and there are cliffs on both sides of each forked road.
"Is this... the test that Mr. Ning said?" Yang Ming did not rush to choose one of the forks, but sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and sensed what was in each passage.
Suddenly, Yang Ming's mind moved slightly, and he felt a breath activating the chaotic thunder power in his body.
"Huh?" Yang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes instantly locked in one direction.
"This boy is quite clever!" Ning Zhuoran's eyes flashed with a glint. As the master and weapon spirit of the Treasure Pavilion, Yang Ming's every move cannot escape his perception. If it were anyone else, he would have pressed the button long ago.
I couldn't help myself, so I randomly chose a passage to enter.
You can get treasures by randomly choosing a passage, but it may not be the most suitable treasure for you, and there is no chance to choose again, so you must think twice before choosing.
Although the extremely pure chaotic thunder fluctuations were only fleeting, Yang Ming still remembered that direction instantly with his strong perception.
There were at least a thousand forked roads in front of him, and the direction he remembered was the ninth one from the left. Without any further hesitation, Yang Ming stood up and strode forward toward the ninth forked road.
Less than a hundred meters into the fork in the road, the feeling that appeared before reappeared, "Yes, this is the direction." Yang Ming thought to himself that a place with such strong thunder fluctuations of chaos should naturally have what Yang Ming needs.
of treasure.
Other forks appeared in the passage. The entire treasure pavilion was like a branch branching out. Each passage extended into other passages. Yang Ming counted the forks in front of him, and there were hundreds of forks. If each passage had
If this is the case, then the number of treasures stored in this treasure house is countless.
With his first experience, Yang Ming closed his eyes, carefully sensed the fork in the road ahead, and felt the fluctuations of the thunder of chaos. He walked towards the passage where the fluctuations of the thunder of chaos came from.
After going through several choices, Yang Ming finally came to the place where the fluctuations came from. In front of him was a strange light door. The fluctuations that attracted his attention came from behind the light door.
This light door was much smaller than he expected, about two meters high, one meter wide, and oval-shaped. Inside the light door, there was a faint purple halo, but the edges were golden, a bit like Yang Ming's
Use the dragon scales of the Chaos Thunder Dragon body.
"This is..." Yang Ming stopped and stood in front of the light gate. He suddenly felt that the previous fluctuations of thunder of chaos were coming from this light gate, but it was not emitted continuously, but infinitely.
Rules appear from time to time.
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Ming took a deep breath and stepped into the light door. The light flowed and the feeling of weightlessness reappeared.
This time, Yang Ming did not feel any discomfort. He only felt that the surroundings were surrounded by a soft halo. In just a flash, he felt down to earth again, and everything that was illusory became real again.
This is a cave surrounded by irregular rocks. Stepping into this cave, Yang Ming felt a strong attraction calling him to come over.
As soon as he saw the object emitting waves, Yang Ming's eyes were instantly confused. It was a pair of armor, the whole body was crystal purple, but there was a circle of gold around the edge of each piece of armor, which was the same as the previous light gate.
The helmet looks like a dragon's head, and the two shoulder armors look like dragon claws, making it ferocious yet powerful.
The armor was so beautiful that he was immersed in its beauty. The waves it emitted called out the spiritual power in Yang Ming's body, causing his body to flicker in and out, complementing the armor.
"This is a pair of armor made from the scales of a thunder dragon. Although this thunder dragon is not a dragon with pure blood, it has extremely high qualifications and has completed two transformations. It is only one step away from becoming a true dragon.
The dragon clan." Ning Zhuoran's voice sounded in the cave, introducing the origin of the treasure to Yang Ming.
The Thunder Light Earth Dragon is a subspecies of dragon. Like the Ice Soul Blue Jiao, it is a spiritual beast with dragon blood in its body. As long as there is a suitable opportunity and the dragon blood in its body is triggered, it can transform into a real dragon.
"Then why was it made into armor?" Yang Ming asked immediately.
"It awakened the thunder of chaos during its first transformation. The second transformation allowed it to get rid of the appearance of an earth dragon and grow wings that can soar into the sky. Only by completing the third transformation can it fully become a true dragon.
, and it is a powerful Chaos Thunder Dragon among the Dragon Clan. Maybe God was jealous of its talent. During its third transformation, it rained down five black god thunders, which directly split its body and dissipated its soul."
Ning Zhuoran said sadly, if such a spiritual beast wants to successfully transform, it will undoubtedly challenge the power of heaven. Not to mention that the transformation will make it a qualitative leap in strength. The thunder of chaos in its body alone is enough to make it transform during the process.
Trigger the strongest black god thunder.
Yang Ming also possesses the Thunder of Chaos in his body, so he can well understand the situation where the catastrophe becomes more and more abnormal every time. When he was promoted to the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he triggered the golden thunder that was rare in ten thousand years.
When he was transforming into a new state, he also encountered the divine creature of heaven and earth, the Thunder Spirit.
Yang Ming is now at the peak of the Ten Thousand Transformations Realm, and will soon be promoted to the Six Paths Realm. He will probably trigger the Black God Thunder. If there are no treasures or methods that can resist the Black God Thunder, then the probability of his success in overcoming the tribulation is very slim.