After Fang Luo calmed down, he sat cross-legged and began to think carefully about everything about himself.
At this point, even though he was ignorant, he was vaguely aware that he seemed to be developing in the direction of a 'big devil'.
He didn't know much about the magic way, because he had not yet stepped out of the circle of the Northwest Dynasty and entered the Nine-Nine Supreme Sect. Many things were like seeing flowers in the fog. He could vaguely guess one point, but
Not sure yet.
However, the only thing he can be sure of is that his heart is very resistant to this kind of magic.
It is his own principle that he does not want to turn into a murderous demon with a changeable expression. However, with his four major magic techniques and the power brought by the powerful demon, he has to move towards his ultimate goal.
The disgusted 'big devil' fell into the past step by step.
At this time, Fang Luo suddenly realized it and was filled with bitterness.
It turns out that no matter how hard he struggles, fate is like a big invisible net that completely covers him and tightens it step by step, slowly stepping into a self he never wants to see.
This is spiritual practice, some people will sell their souls, and some people are forced to sell their souls.
All this is for strength.
"The future road should be taken as it should be..." Fang Luo sighed softly and sorted out the complicated thoughts in his heart. He knew that all of this was vaguely related to the powerful demon, but he could not leave the powerful demon.
Because he had no real power to support him, he might have perished long ago.
At this time, a violent vibration suddenly came from the Tomb of the Twelve Kings.
Fang Luo was startled. He looked up and saw that in the huge palace of the Tomb of the Twelve Kings, a vague ancient aura was passing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although this could not be seen directly, Fang Luo was keenly aware of it.
Now that such a situation has occurred, it proves that the power of the Tomb of the Twelve Kings is disappearing and is about to collapse.
"Did Xia Duoduo obtain the contents inside?" Fang Luo moved slightly, "The origin of the Tomb of the Twelve Kings is not small. It can be seen from the plan of the nine-headed python clan demon king, but I don't know what is hidden in it.
Thing, what on earth is it..."
While he was thinking, there were two sounds piercing the air, and Xia Duoduo and Yinxiao Ghost King rushed out from inside.
Immediately afterwards, the huge tomb of the Twelve Kings began to vibrate violently, cracks exploded, and then with a bang, the entire tomb was completely shattered and turned into countless powders.
"Fang Mumu!" Xia Duoduo's people screamed in surprise before they arrived: "It's developed this time! It's really developed!"
Fang Luo saw Xia Duoduo's face flushed with excitement, dancing and dancing, and could not calm down at all. What attracted Fang Luo most was that Xia Duoduo's body seemed to be exuding a tyrannical power, but this power was dormant.
, once it is really activated, it may be no small matter.
Fang Luo ignored her excitement and looked at Yinxiao Ghost King. Yinxiao Ghost King was a majestic martial king with a lot of experience, but his lips were trembling, and he was slightly rude, saying: "Master, this Tomb of the Twelve Kings is really extraordinary.
! There are a total of twelve small palaces inside, and each palace has a spiritual treasure. The key is that these twelve spiritual treasures also form a set, forming an extraordinary existence! "
"Twelve spiritual treasures form a set?" Fang Luo looked surprised.
Twelve spiritual treasures alone are enough to be a huge shock. Now that twelve sets of spiritual treasures form a set, it is even more extraordinary.
Xia Duoduo raised her little face proudly and said: "Of course. This set of spiritual treasures is called the 'Sun and Moon Soul Imprisonment Tower'. Once it is activated, its power is devastating, and it can be vaguely close to the spiritual treasures created by fifth-level elixirs."
It’s precious.”
Fang Luo took a breath, and after a long time, he managed to calm down. Seeing Xia Duoduo's joyful expression, he felt a little more comfortable. As long as she is so happy now, the Sun and Moon Soul Prison Tower will not be the same.
This magical treasure can make him feel better.
"Let me tell you." Xia Duoduo thought of something and said hurriedly: "The Sun and Moon Soul Prison Tower has a history. It is one of the six great guardian inheritances left by Ying Long. In other words, there are other
We have to find five inheritances that are comparable to the Sun and Moon Soul Imprisonment Tower as soon as possible, and find a guardian inheritance for the old guy."
A smile appeared on Yinxiao Ghost King's face, and he felt a lot more comfortable in his heart. The Sun and Moon Soul Prison Tower was taken over by Xia Duoduo. He didn't complain about anything. After all, in the Tomb of the Twelve Kings, Xia Duoduo was the one who owned it.
He obtained this set of spiritual treasures by his own efforts.
Moreover, Xia Duoduo still knew the importance and only took this set of spiritual treasures. The other inherited martial arts and so on all belonged to him.
It's just that when the heartless Xia Duoduo said these words, he obviously took the Ghost King into his heart.
Now the Yinxiao Ghost King does not think that Xia Duoduo is just a little devil with a big background and loves to toss. Her Taoist secrets are endless, which makes the Yinxiao Ghost King admire him from the bottom of his heart. He even can't help but wonder whether she can do it even in her heyday.
It is still unknown whether he can defeat this little girl.
"Six great protector inheritances?" Fang Luo pondered for a long time and waved his hand firmly: "More than three thousand monks came in together. There are only six of these six great protector inheritances. If we can get one, it is already a fate.
Who knows if other treasures have been obtained? The biggest delay now is to meet up with Long Ruoxiang and Jin Buni before going to the main inheritance hall."
"Okay, okay, I will listen to you." Xia Duoduo said happily. This set of the Sun and Moon Soul Prison Tower has already made her heart bubbling with beauty. Although she is a little reluctant to let go, she also understands that the world
There aren't that many good things going on.
Even if Fang Mumu is very lucky and even masters some secret techniques and has a special skill in treasure hunting, he still cannot monopolize it.
"It's not too late, let's act quickly." Fang Luo made up his mind and said.
The three of them took action again.
At the same time, when the terrifying green light bloomed in the thatched hut, Senrong's heart trembled, and the ancient coercion that rippled within almost made his legs weak and he almost knelt down.
Normal pressure cannot bring about such a result, but the pressure of high-level monsters is undoubtedly the most deadly.
The moment the green light bloomed, Confucian Bai felt a stream of power begin to flow into his body, and he also clearly felt that there was a powerful existence in the dark.
It is slowly integrating with his body.
"This is..." Confucian Bai was shocked. At this time, messages came from unknown sources and grew crazily in his brain. In an instant, he said in shock: "Bagua Sky Mirror?"
Of course, he doesn't know what the Bagua Tianzhao mirror is, but according to the Taoist methods he has mastered, he also knows very well that among the Taoist magic weapons, those named "Zhaotian" are all spiritual treasures.
It exists, and it is not an ordinary spiritual treasure.
In the Taoist Gate
In the middle, it shines on the sky, so it is called "illuminating the sky" so that it can patrol the world.
Bai Rusheng's heart suddenly became filled with endless fire. He could feel that this Bagua Sky Mirror could definitely reverse his current destiny and give him incomparable power. For him, power is what he desires most.
He immediately kept his mind clear and began to fully integrate into the Bagua Sky Mirror.
Time passed little by little, and the dignified leader of the nine-headed python clan, the fierce man, looked like a stone sculpture, standing ten meters away from the cabin, staring at every move in the cabin.
It's been five hours, and he hasn't moved a step.
Now the intimidating coercion that erupted has begun to gradually disappear, which makes Sen Ru very clear that the powerful power contained in this small wooden house is gradually being absorbed by Bai Confucianism.
No matter how wary Sen Ru was about this power, when he thought of that powerful power, his heart became restless. What on earth is inside? What treasure is inside?
Every time he thought about this, he regretted his previous actions. Wasn't it just a few rows of words? Why was he so frightened?
While he was thinking wildly, the last bit of pressure released in the cabin suddenly retreated, and the entire cabin seemed to have been hit by a strong impact, shattering into pieces and turning into a sky full of sawdust.
Confucian Bai's figure slowly walked out step by step among the flying sawdust.
Sen Ru's whole heart was in his throat. When he saw Confucian Bai, he was shocked at first, because he clearly noticed that the aura released by Confucian Bai was very different from before. Now Confucian Bai seemed like
Integrated into this wonderful space, every move and every move exudes a tremendous and heart-stopping coercion.
Without even thinking about it, Senru hurried up and said with a flattering smile: "Brother Bai, I really worked hard for you just now. Are you okay with your health now? I don't know if you can tell me what I gained in it.
What? Don’t worry, those important things are still yours, brother, I won’t take any chances with them..."
Confucian Bai didn't take it seriously. He just glanced at him and said, "Don't think too much about it. There is only one spiritual treasure in this cabin, called the Bagua Sky Mirror. Now it has been refined by me."
"No more? Just a spiritual treasure?" Sen was startled, and then his face showed great disappointment. Looking deep into Confucian Bai's eyes, he seemed to have some other ideas, but he did not dare to act rashly. Now Bai Rusheng
The Confucian scholar received help from the spiritual treasure, but he was not someone who could resist with his ruthlessness.
Confucian Bai didn't seem to notice Senrong's change, and just thought to himself: "This is the inheritance of the six guardians. When Yinglong left that year, in addition to the main hall inheritance, there were six other inheritances."
Sen Ru was overjoyed at the moment, "This is a good thing! Let's go find the next inheritance now!"
"Don't be impatient. There are so many monks in the whole space, how can it be your turn? It all depends on luck." Confucian Bai said unceremoniously, shattering the ferocious heat in one fell swoop.
Bai Rusheng paused for a moment, then said calmly: "It's just that this Eight Diagrams Mirror is extraordinary."
"Oh?" Senru seemed a little uninterested at this time. So what if he knew that the Bagua Sky Mirror was powerful? That thing didn't belong to him.
Confucian Bai glanced at Senru, and a ferocious smile slowly appeared on his face, and said: "With this Bagua Sky Mirror at my head... I can tell you clearly that this time, Fang Luo is doomed!"