The shop owner looked at the piece of white oracle bone in Mo Zong's hand, and it was only then that he felt the vague aura of a powerful creature.
That kind of aura has long been annihilated in the past years. Only people like them can think of the powerful creatures that once existed in the world and once ruled the world.
The dragon was once an existence that was superior to all the giant beasts in the ancient world. In order to show his majesty, the master of the You Dynasty even used his magical power to truly raise a dragon.
The pair of war puppets in hand at this moment are the sacred weapons of killing embedded in You Emperor's chariot, but the one that pulled You Emperor's chariot was not an ordinary horse, but the You Dragon.
The white bone armor in Mo Zong's hand is wrapped with dragon's breath.
At that time, Emperor You was so powerful that he turned the giant dragon into his second body, and contained a terrifying amount of true energy in the dragon's orifice. Therefore, the true energy in Emperor You's body was also integrated with that dragon.
With the inner energy of a giant dragon, he is the only true true dragon emperor.
Countless years have passed, and the white oracle bones in Mo Zong's hands are still entwined with the auras of You Emperor and You Long. Looking at this oracle bones, the owner of the tea shop was shocked and horrified to the point of being beyond words. He trembled:
"This is the emperor's bone..."
"It's not just the emperor's bones, it's the magic weapon he left behind for future generations to be reborn. He has ruled this world for an era, and he knows to what extent the dynasty he established has consumed the world's cultivation resources and treasures of heaven and earth, even if
No matter how he is resurrected, he will not be able to refine the powerful magic weapon of his time. Therefore, if he gets the magic weapon he left behind after his resurrection, he should be able to use it to collect the magic weapons he once left in the world.
device."
Mo Zong looked at the owner of the tea shop calmly and said: "Unlike the arrangements made by the generals who are loyal to him and you, the so-called descendants of him, this is the method he left to himself. When he is defeated, he
After all, he was worried about everyone and the generals who were loyal to him. But the facts proved that he was right. All of you descendants, including his generals, could not bring him back to life after all. Time flies.
, but in the end it was me who got the Destiny Blood Box, and it was I who got this piece of Emperor Bone."
The owner of the tea shop realized something. His face was not only stiff, but also turned extremely pale. "Could it be that only those who dare to use the Destiny Blood Box can get..."
Mo Zong didn't want to waste time. He nodded and directly interrupted the other party's speculation and said: "I'm afraid that's the truth. You descendants have long known the whereabouts of the Destiny Blood Box. You know the power of the Destiny Blood Box, but
You also know how terrifying the Destiny Blood Box is, so none of you dare to truly integrate the Destiny Blood Box. Instead, what you do is to rely on those who study knowledge from the Guangming Holy Sect to thoroughly study the mystery of the Destiny Blood Box.
It's a pity that the Guangming Holy Sect can only develop methods to suppress and control it, which is contrary to your hopes. The most important thing is that you people also have different ideas. You have the magic weapon that can suppress and control it, and you can't control it.
No one dares to want to fuse it themselves, to risk their lives to control its power. So even if You Emperor has completely disappeared from the world, none of you can truly get your destiny."
The tea shop owner completely understood.
He just wanted to cross the border and kill the demon sect with the help of this killing holy weapon, but he used his true energy too violently, and now blood began to flow from the wrinkles on his face.
Small streams of blood dug out of his wrinkles like red earthworms, swam across his face, and fell to his neck.
In just an instant, many cracks appeared on his neck, and more blood flowed out.
He forced himself to look at the Demon Sect, laughed miserably, and said self-deprecatingly: "You are right. Now that we know that there is a great emperor's sacred weapon that can control the Destiny Blood Box left in the world, who dares to use his body to fuse the Destiny Blood Box?
, Not to mention that the Destiny Blood Box is a real monster and may lose control at any time. Who can guarantee that the holy weapon will always be in his hands and will not fall into the hands of others due to some accident? Even he has control
The cultivators of the Emperor's Sacred Artifact of the Destiny Blood Box don't dare to fuse, so who else dares? The most important reason is because we don't trust each other... After cultivating to a high place, who doesn't want to climb to a higher place, completely
Superior to all living beings. I think, and they also thought, who would hand over the most powerful thing they have into the hands of one person, and let that person climb the heights alone?"
The thickest blood veins on his neck also exploded, and the blood no longer swam like earthworms, but shot out like blood-red swords, making a hissing sound.
His smile became even bleaker. He looked at the Demon Sect and used up all his remaining strength to say the last thing he wanted to say in such a scoffing sound, "If the descendants of us will use all the sacred weapons in our hands,
If we gather them together and hand them over to one person, that person will probably be able to achieve imperial status long ago, but it is a pity that this will not happen in another thousand years."
There was a "bang" sound.
After he said these words, he fell to the ground and died.
The demon sect narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at this unknown but powerful practitioner. He stretched out his hand and took the pair of dolls stained with blood in his hands.
He carefully inspected the bodies of the shop owner and shop assistant, found some scattered items from their bodies, and left without caring about their bodies.
Half a day later, his figure appeared on the bank of a river.
This river is called the Leling River, a tributary of the Nanli River. It is farther east in the Northern Wei Dynasty and is close to the Bohai Bay. The humid air even has the unique smell of sea water.
There are a large number of tidal flats along the Leling River, which are submerged when the water rises. During the shallow water period, they are covered with grass. The places where water accumulates in the tidal flats are like small natural ponds scattered among them.
The more powerful a magic weapon is, the more it will have a magic circle that restrains its energy from leaking. It is usually impossible to track a powerful magic weapon from a long distance, but these magic weapons pursued by the Demon Sect all come from
Emperor You.
These powerful magical artifacts that can be described as sacred artifacts have been infiltrated by the same person's vitality for many years, and the white oracle bones in the hands of the Demon Sect are the best artifacts to find this vitality.
The more Holy Artifacts of You Emperor he possesses, the easier it will be to track other Holy Artifacts.
He is not the most talented practitioner in the world, but his cultivation and experience are definitely superior to most people in the world, or even everyone.
There was a fisherman fishing by the pond somewhere in the tidal flat.
Ordinary fishermen would use harpoon nets and other objects when not fishing, but this fisherman only held a willow branch.
With every wave he made, a small gray fish emerged from the water and fell towards the fish basket beside him.
"What kind of fish is this?"
Mo Zong asked from afar.
The fisherman glanced at him and said: "The people here are called stone-bellied fish. They lie on the rocks and don't grow very big, but the taste is extremely delicious."
Mo Zong was a little surprised, "There are similar small fish around many stone piers in the Southern Dynasties, and they sell for a lot of money."
The fisherman nodded and said: "Demon Sect?"
Demon Sect nodded and said, "Who are you?"
"As a diner in Yanbo Haomao, you can call me Song Yanbo," said the fisherman.
The moment he said the first word, he immediately started running away.
He didn't even want the fish basket next to him, and flew directly towards the river in front, and then hit the water like a meteorite. (To be continued)