Chapter 450: Spirit of the Weapon Seizes the Treasure

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Originally, they were a little worried that the God and Demon Lord of Zhoutian Xing Palace would harm Luo Xiu. Now that they have the gods and demons with them, they can be fearless and do whatever they want.

The closest to the Netherworld Ghost Abyss is the Xuanmen Holy Land. While Luo Xiu was on his way, he used his mind to comprehend the law of the origin of time. However, this law was too profound. He comprehended it many times, but he couldn't get the point repeatedly.

Half a day later, the group arrived at the Xuanmen Holy Land and landed in front of the mountain gate of the Xuanmen Holy Land.

There was a disciple in charge of guarding the mountain in front of the mountain gate of Xuanmen Holy Land. When he saw someone appear, he came up and asked, "Who is coming? Tell me your name!"

As a disciple of the holy land, even the most ordinary outer disciples would feel that it is a supreme honor and a proud attitude.

Luo Xiu ignored the disciple guarding the mountain, but looked far into the mountain gate of Xuanmen Holy Land. He saw that the mountain gate was full of palaces, attics, clouds and mist, looming, giving people a feeling of unfathomable depth.

At the same time, in a hall in Xuanmen Holy Land, several emperor-level masters gathered here, looking at a suspended mirror in front of them.

In this mirror, the scene in front of the mountain gate was reflected, and the images of Luo Xiu and his party of four could be seen.

Among these emperor-level masters, three were from Xuanmen Holy Land, and one of them was the Xuanmen Holy Lord.

There are also two from the Sky Dome Holy Land, who are the supreme elders with the cultivation of the Martial Emperor.

In addition to these five, there are three wearing star robes, obviously the strong men of the Zhoutian Star Palace.

"Brother Zhongyue's guess is indeed correct. Luo Xiu, the little devil, will indeed come to trouble my Xuanmen Holy Land first!"

The Xuanmen Saint is an old man with white hair and a childlike face, with an angry look on his face.

The Brother Zhongyue he mentioned is an old man from the Zhoutian Star Palace. This man is very old and has lived for nine thousand years. He can be said to be one of the most experienced emperors in the world.

"This boy relies on some talent and strength to do whatever he wants. My Zhoutian Star Palace and the other holy places cannot tolerate it. Since he dares to come today, let's keep him!" The old man named Zhongyue said in a deep voice.

"Brother Zhongyue is right, but this boy's combat power is comparable to the first level of the titled Martial Emperor. With our strength, I am afraid it will be difficult to take him down." The Xuanmen Saint said with a frown.

"Is the Saint Master of Xuan'men afraid of this little devil?" Elder Zhongyue frowned slightly and said in a loud voice: "Although I am old, my cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Martial Emperor. Even if it is not as good as the Titled Emperor, it is not far away."

"Besides, I did not come alone this time. I also brought two junior brothers and treasures given by the Saint Master. It is easy to take down this little devil!"

Hearing this, the Saint Master of Xuan'men's expression changed slightly, "Brother Zhongyue, did you bring the magic weapon of your sect?"

The weapons used for the sacrifice of gods and demons are naturally sometimes called magic weapons. [Please go to read the latest chapters of this book]

The inheritance of the Xuan'men Holy Land is also very old, but because no gods and demons have been born for tens of thousands of years, the magic weapons forged and sacrificed by the gods and demons in the past have long been lost.

Elder Zhongyue stroked his hair and beard, and nodded confidently, "With the magic weapon in hand, the little devil surnamed Luo will be killed!"

At this moment, Luo Xiu in the mirror suddenly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to pass through the mirror and fell on the emperors present.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort suddenly sounded, and then the mirrors in front of the eight emperors suddenly broke into pieces and shattered into powder.

Outside the mountain gate of Xuanmen Holy Land, Luo Xiu sneered, and the cold snort just now was naturally made by him.

He is now a divine formation master. There is a surveillance formation in front of the mountain gate of Xuanmen Holy Land. How could it escape his perception?

And he not only discovered the surveillance formation, but also used the surveillance formation to discover that there were eight martial emperors in the mountain gate of Xuanmen Holy Land.

"It seems that Zhou Tianxing Palace really doesn't remember. Did they ignore my words?"

A sharp murderous intent flashed in Luo Xiu's eyes. He had already said at Yuling Mountain that if anyone appeared to be an eyesore again, he would not show mercy.

"Who are you? Why are you wandering in front of the mountain gate of my Xuanmen Holy Land?"

The mountain-guarding disciple saw that the people in front of him ignored him, and suddenly felt ashamed, and his tone was a little unfriendly.

At this moment, a strong breath spread in the mountain gate of Xuanmen Holy Land. Luo Xiu snorted coldly and shattered the mirror, letting the eight martial emperors inside know that he had discovered their prying.

Therefore, the eight martial emperors no longer hid, released the breath and pressure of the emperor realm, walked in the air, and walked out of the mountain gate.

Behind these eight martial emperors are thousands of disciples from the Xuanmen Holy Land. These martial artists are well-trained and in unison. Their auras gather together and form a great trend.

As the saying goes, the trend is the trend, and the people's will is the trend. When they gather together, they can compete with the peerless strongmen.

"Luo Xiu, why did you come to my Xuanmen Holy Land?"

The Xuanmen Holy Lord stepped on the auspicious clouds, with an immortal look, overlooking Luo Xiu in front of the mountain gate, and asked indifferently.

The auras of thousands of disciples gathered together to form a great force, which gathered on the body of the Saint Master of Xuanmen, making his aura seem like that of a god or demon, overwhelming the heavens.

Such aura could make any emperor realm strongman change color, but it was nothing to Luo Xiu. Before the majestic aura reached him, it was dissolved into nothingness by the aura he released.

"Why do you ask me about my purpose when you already know the answer?"

Luo Xiu smiled faintly, "You are showing off like this, it seems that we can't have a good talk."

As he spoke, Luo Xiu's eyes fell on the three Zhoutian Xinggong martial emperors, "I have warned you before in the 'Yu' Lingshan, but it seems that you Zhoutian Xinggong didn't take my words to heart."

Old Man Zhongyue snorted coldly, stepped out in the air, and shouted: "You little devil have done many evil things, do you think you can be domineering just because you have some strength? From ancient times to the present, the holy places have made great contributions to resisting the two tribes of demons and monsters. How can you, a junior, be so presumptuous?"

"If you retreat today, I can still pretend that nothing happened, but if you still insist on being 'delusion', I may have to suppress you here today."

As soon as these words came out, the Nine 'Yin' Netherworld Snake beside Luo Xiu snorted coldly. With its cultivation in the realm of gods and demons, these eight martial emperors are like ants.

"Senior, let me do it."

Luo Xiu smiled slightly and said, "It's just a few emperors. You don't need to do it yourself. You just need to support me."

While speaking, Luo Xiu took a step in the air, alone, confronting the eight emperors and the great trend gathered by thousands of martial artists in the Xuanmen Holy Land.

"Today I want to see how you guys can suppress me." Luo Xiu's tone was very calm.

"Stubborn!"

The Xuanmen Holy Lord glanced at Luo Xiu, and then his old eyes flashed with brilliance. Under the blessing of the sect's great trend, his aura seemed like a god or demon, unfathomable.

He stretched out one hand, opened his five fingers, and condensed a palm force, which was hundreds of meters in size. His fingers were like pillars, covering the sky and the sun.

"It's just a trick to use the great trend to bless you with the aura of gods and demons, but you are not a real god or demon after all."

Luo Xiu pointed out, and the two poles of life and death merged into one, turning into a divine light and shooting out.

"Puff!"

The hand of the Xuanmen Saint Lord was instantly pierced by the divine light. This divine light contained the original divine power, like an arrow, and continued to shoot towards the Xuanmen Saint Lord.

"A trifle!"

The Xuanmen Saint Lord's figure flashed, and he avoided the divine light. Then he raised his hand and waved it. A golden light flew out, turned into a dragon, and instantly wrapped Luo Xiu tightly.

This golden light was a rope treasure, a top-grade spiritual treasure.

Immediately afterwards, a green seal was hit by the Xuanmen Saint Lord, and the void was crushed with a crisp sound, and it collapsed inch by inch.

This seal is also a powerful spiritual treasure. The Xuanmen Holy Land has a long history. Although the gods and demons have been lost, many powerful emperor-level spiritual treasures have been passed down.

However, the reason why the magic treasure is stronger than the emperor-level spiritual treasure is not only the difference in power and the power of the origin law, but also the most important point, which is the spirit of the weapon!

Even among the magic treasures, there are high and low grades. The magic treasures that derive the spirit of the weapon can be truly given the title of divine weapon in a sense.

The rope that bound his body could not be broken free with Luo Xiu's strength. He saw the light flashing in his dantian, the black dragon war spear flew out, and the spirit of the weapon Hongtian turned into a black dragon and pounced out. The rope was instantly loosened and was taken into Luo Xiu's hand.

This is the power of the spirit of the weapon, which can easily seize the control of the treasure that has not derived the spirit of the weapon.

This rope is an emperor-level spiritual treasure, so it is naturally impossible to breed a spirit of the weapon. When encountering a treasure with a spirit of the weapon, it will be instantly seized.

Because the spirit of the weapon itself has the talent to control weapons.

In a sense, the spirit of the weapon is like the spirit of heaven and earth, which is a special form of living creature.

However, the formation of the weapon spirit of the Black Dragon War Spear is quite special. Hongtian has just become a weapon spirit not long ago, and can only restrain treasures below the level of gods and demons. He can do nothing about the weapons and treasures above the level of gods and demons.

Because the warriors' weapons and treasures will be engraved with their own spiritual imprints, Hongtian was just a wisp of remnant of a God King-level strongman before he became a weapon spirit, and could not deal with the spiritual imprints of gods and demons.

There was no need for Luo Xiu to do it himself. The blue seal that came crashing down was also controlled by Hongtian, turned into the size of a palm, and fell into Luo Xiu's palm.

"You..."

The Xuanmen Saint Lord was shocked. He thought that with the magical use of the two spiritual treasures, even if Luo Xiu had a magic lamp, he might not be able to resist it.

But he never expected that Luo Xiu didn't even move, but took away the two spiritual treasures he used.

This made the Xuanmen Saint Lord shocked and angry, and at the same time a little frightened, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Xuanmen Saint Lord, why don't you take action? I'm still waiting for you to give me two more spiritual treasures." Luo Xiu said with a smile.

Xuanmen Saint Lord was so angry that he trembled all over. He was so angry that he activated the power of the law, and seven light wheels appeared behind his head, and each light wheel condensed into substance.

"Seven wheel seal!"

Xuanmen Saint Lord refused to continue to use spiritual treasures. Although there were many spiritual treasures in Xuanmen Holy Land, if Luo Xiu took them all away, it would be a loss.

So he gave up using the spiritual treasure to deal with Luo Xiu, and instead used the Xuanmen Holy Land's peerless martial arts, the Seven Wheels of Magic Seal!

With his late martial arts cultivation, the attack power of each light wheel can be comparable to the power of the spiritual treasure, but these light wheels are not real spiritual treasures, but are transformed from the unique martial arts, so Luo Xiu naturally cannot take them away.

"Give it back to you."

Luo Xiu smiled indifferently, raised his hand and threw the green seal, which swelled in the wind and turned into the size of a mountain, blocking all seven light wheels.

Then Luo Xiu threw the rope again, and the rope turned into a golden dragon, shuttled through the void, and suddenly appeared at the feet of the Xuanmen Holy Lord.

The Xuanmen Holy Lord was shocked and his face changed drastically. This rope was a rare treasure refined by a sage in the Xuanmen Holy Land. If an ordinary martial emperor was tied up, his cultivation and soul would be suppressed and blocked, and he would lose the power to resist.

Even a late-stage martial emperor like him would have his strength suppressed if tied up.

"Don't let this rope tie you up."

The Xuanmen Saint Lord looked solemn, and immediately retracted a halo, which grew larger and stretched out behind him, making it impossible for the rope to tie him up.

"As expected of the Xuanmen Saint Lord, the seven-wheel seal of the Xuanmen Holy Land is indeed a unique skill."

Luo Xiu saw the Xuanmen Saint Lord blocking the attack of two spiritual treasures, smiled slightly, and said: "I wonder if the Xuanmen Saint Lord dares to take my shot?"

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