Ye Qiu pulled out the entire pillar and saw that the pillar was dozens of feet long, weighed at least hundreds of thousands of kilograms, was as thick as a washbasin, and was completely black.
It doesn't look like a treasure at all, more like a piece of scrap metal.
"This thing is also called a treasure?"
The real person with long eyebrows stepped forward, kicked the pillar hard, and then said "ouch", jumped up in pain, hugged his right leg and cursed: "Damn, it hurts me to death."
Ye Qiu stared at the pillar. There was nothing strange about this pillar except that it was heavier and longer.
"The Dragon King is not really deceiving me, is he?"
Just as Ye Qiu thought of this, he heard Master Changmei say: "Little bastard, you must have been deceived by the Dragon King."
"How can such a broken pillar be a treasure?"
"I won't even give it to a poor man."
Changmei Zhen was so angry that he stepped forward, picked up the bricks, and slapped the pillar hard twice, causing his mouth to bleed, but the pillar was unharmed.
"Grass, is it so hard?"
Master Changmei didn't believe in evil, so he directly used the Demon Refining Sword and struck the pillar with one sword.
Clang!
Mars is everywhere.
The Demon Refining Sword actually left no trace on the pillar.
"Damn, it's too hard, isn't it?" Changmei Zhenren was surprised.
Ye Qiu flicked his fingers to activate a sword energy.
"call out!"
The sword energy struck the pillar, causing a string of sparks to appear, but there was still no trace left on the pillar.
"Little bastard, try using Xuanyuan Sword." Changmei Master reminded.
As Ye Qiu's thoughts moved, Xuanyuan Sword flashed out from his left eye and struck down suddenly.
"when!"
The sound of metal hitting was deafening.
Looking at the pillar again, there are still no traces.
"Strange, what is this pillar made of and why is it so hard?"
Ye Qiu was a little surprised and said: "Old man, maybe this pillar is really a treasure. How about you take it away?"
"I don't want it." Master Longmei looked disgusted: "This pillar is so heavy that I can't even lift it."
"If it's made of wood, it can still make a fire, but it's so hard that it can't be broken even if you split it."
"What's the use of such a useless thing?"
Ye Qiu said: "Old man, you really don't want it?"
Master Changmei shook his head: "No."
"Aren't you afraid of missing a treasure?" Ye Qiu asked.
"You said it's a treasure?" Master Changmei didn't believe it at all and said, "If it's a treasure, then I'll eat shit."
"Little bastard, if you want it, just take it."
"I don't want it anyway."
Ye Qiu walked to the pillar and observed it carefully. After looking for a while, he still found nothing.
"As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are also good."
"Logically speaking, there is no need for Senior Dragon King to lie to me."
"Could it be that this pillar is really some kind of treasure?"
When Ye Qiu thought of this, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
"Senior Dragon King is dead, which means that this thing has no owner. If it is really a treasure, then wouldn't it be enough for me to shed my blood and identify the owner?"
Thinking of this, Ye Qiu immediately stretched out his middle finger, forced out a drop of blood, and dripped it on the pillar.
In an instant, all the blood was absorbed by the pillar.
next moment.
"Buzz buzz!"
The pitch-black pillar shook violently, emitting a breathtaking power, as if a demon god was about to break free from its shackles, with overwhelming power.
Ye Qiu and Master Changmei couldn't resist the pressure and retreated one after another.
"Damn it, isn't this pillar a dangerous weapon?"
As soon as Master Changmei finished speaking, he saw that the surface of the pillar began to crack, and pieces of pitch-black stuff fell off.
Less than three seconds.
The pillar showed its original shape.
It turned into a golden iron rod.
The iron rod is horizontal in the air, about nine feet long, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the whole body is shining with golden light, as if it were made of gold. It is engraved with auspicious cloud patterns, and it is full of auspiciousness.
At both ends of the iron rod are two golden hoops.
In the middle of the iron rod, there is a line of inscriptions.
Changmei Zhenren stared at it for a while, not recognizing a single word.
"Little bastard, what is that line of inscription?" Master Changmei asked.
"It's the writing of the Dragon Clan." Ye Qiu obtained the true dragon bloodline and recognized the line of inscription at a glance, and read out softly: "The Dinghai Divine Needle weighs 133,500 kilograms. It is made of the finest black iron. The Dragon Clan suppresses it.
Clan artifact!"
After reading this sentence, Ye Qiu was stunned.
Dinghai Shenzhen?
Isn't it the Sun Wukong's wishful golden cudgel in "Journey to the West"?
However, this sea-fixing needle is ten times heavier than Sun Wukong's wishful golden cudgel.
The real person with long eyebrows was also dumbfounded.
"Dragon Clan's Clan-Suppressing Artifact? How... is this possible?"
Master Changmei had previously thought that the pillar was scrap copper and iron, but he never expected that the broken thing in his eyes was not only a treasure, but also an artifact of the Dragon Clan.
"Little bastard, this sea-fixing needle is too thick and you can't control it. You'd better let Pindao do it!"
After Master Changmei finished speaking, his figure rose into the sky like the wind, and he stretched out his hand to grab the Dinghai Divine Needle.
Ye Qiu didn't stop him and stood there with a smile on his lips.
"Click!"
Master Changmei grasped the Dinghai Divine Needle and laughed excitedly: "I got the magic weapon, hahaha..."
However, before the laughter faded, the face of Changmei Master suddenly changed.
"Crack!"
The Divine Dinghai Needle fell from the air, and Master Changmei's wrist was broken on the spot. Not only that, the Divine Dinghai Needle also pressed down on the top of his head.
"Snapped!"
Chang Mei Zhenren's other hand quickly struck the sky with a palm, trying to prevent the Dinghai Shen Needle from falling.
Unexpectedly, the Dinghai Divine Needle was too heavy. As soon as his palm came into contact with the Dinghai Divine Needle, it was crushed into blood mist.
"not good--"
Chang Mei Zhenren hid in a hurry.
At this moment, the Dinghai Shenzhen swept towards Master Changmei.
"brush!"
Changmei Zhenren reacted quickly and hurriedly avoided it. Unexpectedly, the Dinghai Needle strangely grew thicker and longer, and swept towards him again, with the target still being his head.
The momentum is astounding.
If he were hit this time, Chang Mei's head would be shattered and his soul would be destroyed.
"Little bastard, save me quickly." Changmei Zhenren was so frightened that he almost lost his mind and his face turned pale.
Boom!
The Dinghai Shen Needle stopped ten centimeters away from the face of the real person with long eyebrows, then retreated, spun around in the air a few times, and finally shrank quickly, becoming like a chopstick, and landed in Ye Qiu's palm.
Only then did Master Changmei realize that the Dinghai Shenzhen had recognized Ye Qiu as its master, and he was so angry that he cursed: "You little bastard, you actually used a magic weapon against me, I'm going to fuck you up."
Ye Qiu scolded: "I asked you to take it away before, but you don't want it, and now you want to snatch it away after knowing it is a sacred weapon. Old man, do you think you are cheap?"
Thinking that he had missed an artifact, Master Changmei was so regretful that his intestines turned blue and he wished he could slap himself twice.
"Isn't it just an artifact? What's so great about it."
Master Longmei said angrily: "It can be long or short, thick or thin, soft or hard, huh, I also have such a magical weapon."
Ye Qiu cursed: "Vulgar."
At this moment, a faint voice sounded: "Help me..."
