Chapter 1331 Demon Race Relic

"This is... an element?"

Yang Qingxuan looked into the fluorescent spot, and the things inside became clearer and clearer. It was a big bronze tripod, exuding a simple and ancient atmosphere, with inscriptions of demons on it, and carvings of various exotic flowers and plants.

"A demonic relic?"

Du Ruo opened his eyes wide, staring at the cauldron.

All the warriors in the hall looked up and were attracted by the cauldron.

It's just that what attracts them is the majesty and magnificence of the tripod, not the level of the element. The level of the tripod is not high, it only looks like a high-level celestial weapon.

Those present were all the proud sons of heaven, and high-level heavenly weapons were not uncommon.

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, and looked down at the crack in the bronze. There were countless fluorescent lights in it, which were as bright as stars. Just now, it was just a strong light shot out. If every fluorescent light is a weapon, then the bottom of the huge bronze hall...

"Whoosh!"

Another ray of fluorescent light pierced through the air from below, shot into the main hall, and hit the bronze cauldron.

The fluorescence was so fast that, except for a few people like Yang Qingxuan, they couldn't see what was inside.

"Boom!"

The fluorescent light hit the cauldron, knocking out terrifying power, and everyone saw that it was a saber!

Zhong Jie trembled all over, staring at the saber, he said in horror: "This is...!"

I saw that the handle of the war knife was about eight feet long, the whole body was red, and painted with dark magic patterns. The blade was thick and silvery white, shining with a cold light.

When the saber collided with the bronze cauldron, the sharp saber energy instantly split the cauldron, and the saber's light remained undiminished, like a beam of light, splitting the dome of the hall and rushing out.

Everyone was horrified. Although the level of the cauldron was not high, it was not something that could be chopped into pieces by ordinary weapons.

At this moment, the appearance of the sword brought a cold pressure to everyone's heart, and the pores of the whole body stood up.

Lan Ningxu smiled and said: "Haha, Mo Tu, the rich man of the land, hid the treasures so deeply in order to prepare himself for the coming of the devil in the world. It's a pity that I did the wrong multiple-choice question, and I'll wait for everything."

Zhong Jie tremblingly said: "Could this saber be..."

He suddenly turned into a light, and rushed towards the saber, roaring in a low voice, like a wild beast, with an aura that is bound to win!

Yang Wuxin's face changed suddenly, and he shouted in a deep voice: "This saber is a sacred weapon! Stop him!"

Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran had already sensed the extraordinaryness of this saber. After hearing the words, they each shouted loudly, and shot up, grabbing the saber.

The magic light on the knife was sharp, and a scarlet evil spirit continued to spread.

Xu Weilong's magic fist was mighty, while Feng Yanran rolled over the formula seal and slapped Zhong Jie at the same time.

Zhong Jie shouted: "Whoever stops me from holding this saber, I will kill you without mercy!"

As he said that, with a flick of the magic knife in his hand, he slashed at the two of them!

The magic knife he cultivated is very similar to this holy weapon magic knife in terms of size and shape. Moreover, he had already guessed the origin of this knife, and he was desperate to snatch it.

Although the rest of the warriors were also moved, they all weighed themselves after watching the battle between Zhong Jie, Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran, and gave up helplessly.

Yang Qingxuan stared at Lan Ningxu, and said, "What's the matter with these components?"

Under his inspection with piercing eyes, the fluorescence under the giant bronze hall is full of components. Although not all of them are as terrifying as giant tripods and magic knives, the number is jaw-dropping.

Lan Ningxu nodded and said: "The collection here is the arsenal of the demon clan back then. As well as the powerful men of the demon clan who died in battle for countless years, all the weapons were collected by the demon."

Yang Qingxuan's face was full of shock, how many years of fighting had been experienced in the ancient Qingqiu battlefield, how many strong men had died, and how many weapons had to be left behind?

No wonder there are so many weapons below the main hall, shining like a river of stars.

At this moment, those fluorescent lights rushed out from below as if being induced one by one, tearing the hall apart!

"Whizzing!"

Inside each fluorescent light is a weapon that exudes different levels of coercion, and some of them are damaged, showing the cruelty of the battle and the decay of the years.

In an instant, hundreds of weapons came out of the seal, and the people in the hall were both surprised and happy, but none of the weapons could compare to that magic knife in terms of coercion.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at Lan Ningxu, and said coldly: "Aren't you going to grab the magic knife?"

Lan Ningxu chuckled lightly: "Everyone is the favored child of heaven, civilized people who have seen the world, I can't do such barbaric behavior like them."

Yang Qingxuan snorted coldly: "Pretend to be garlic!" He stared at the lower part of the hall, and said coldly: "I'm afraid there are better things, are you coveted?"

"Is there?" Lan Ningxu didn't say whether or not, smiled lightly, and said: "It's rare to see something better than Mo Tu's sacred weapon before his death—the imperial sword."

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and he saw a ray of fluorescent light rising into the sky in the underground galaxy. Wherever it passed, other artifacts all gave way in fear, for fear of colliding with it.

Inside the fluorescent light is a roll of magic map, with dots of runes on it, except for a word "magic", there is nothing else.

Surprised by Yang Qingxuan, the magic map flew out of the ground and fluttered over the hall with a "crash".

The magic light continued to spread out from the word "magic", like the aurora in the universe, countless powerful black particles shot out, colorful and colorful, and other vibrating components retreated one after another, not daring to go forward.

Du Ruo suddenly cried out: "Ah! The map of the heavenly demon?! A battle map that traverses the ancient and modern times and absorbs the power of the heavenly demon!"

Yang Qingxuan's complexion changed drastically, and it was another holy weapon.

Although he didn't know what the Heavenly Demon Map was, he seemed to have seen this name on the list of holy artifacts.

So far, among all the artifacts in the hall, two overlords have appeared.

Yu Xing Huang Dao and Tian Mo Tu each occupied one side, pushing away all the other elements.

Du Ruo excitedly said: "Quick, grab it! Little Xuanzi, grab it!"

Yang Qingxuan stared at the two holy artifacts for a while, and said, "Which one to grab?"

Du Ruo scolded: "You are stupid, of course you are robbing them all!"

Yang Qingxuan smiled wryly, he is not stupid, with his strength, he might be able to escape safely if he grabs one. If you take both of them, you may lose your life.

His eyes moved from Yu Xing Huang Dao to Tian Mo Tu, hesitating.

At this moment, Lan Ningxu who was beside her suddenly moved, and saw Lan Ningxu took a step forward, walking directly towards the underground galaxy.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw a huge fluorescent light flying head-on in front of Lan Ningxu, which was filled with awe-inspiring magic power, and all the components under pressure retreated away.

The fluorescent light is looming, as if it is a figure.

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly used his golden eyes to see through the awe-inspiring devilish energy surrounding that figure. He couldn't help taking a breath, and said in horror: "Motu?!"

Inside the fluorescent light, there is a troll sitting cross-legged, with pointed ears and purple eyes, and blue-purple skin, wearing a dark red beast armor, with six black wings spreading out from behind, overwhelming with endless majesty.