Chapter 511: Dark Demon Relic

Looking back, Luo Ming saw a young man behind him, holding a gleaming sword. There is no sound at all, and it is within a hundred feet of him.

And that appearance was also seen in the vast stone hall outside before. It was the Zongshou of Qiantian Mountain, the demon king who, with his own power, made all the sects present speechless!

Immediately, there was a sense of horror in my heart, and I drove the altar, soaring up thousands of feet, avoiding it far away.

Let the three guards in the distance be assassinated one by one by Zong Yuan in an instant.

Zong Shou frowned and looked up to the sky. The killing intent was not concealed at all, and the nine-headed dragon shadow behind him hovered around its throat, shaking the sky.

But just when he was about to make a move. Luo Ming at the top shot out several talismans one after another, and several pools of blood-colored brilliance covered his whole body, including the dharma altar.

"Magic Blood Rainbow Light Talisman—"

Zong Shou frowned slightly, but his killing intent became even more intense. Knowing this talisman, he must choose ten people to practice a special skill. After the strength has reached a certain level, then take the blood of his heart. Only by using this blood as ink can we draw this kind of magical talisman.

It is said that every increase in power by one level requires the blood of ten more people.

It's the Demon Sect, a top-notch talisman. Just one piece is equivalent to a defensive spirit weapon of the same level as the third level, and it can be superimposed.

When Luo Ming used it, he got four seventh-order magic blood rainbow talismans and two hundred and eighty lives. He really valued himself!

The nine dragon shadows suddenly changed again. The Platinum Dragon, Thunder Dragon, Fierce Flame Dragon, and the three giant dragons all rushed into the Duanqiu Sword in Zong Shou's hand.

Then a dragon shadow of nine kinds of real dragons with different shapes suddenly rushed up from the sword body.

Silver-white body, surrounded by fire and thunder intertwined. It is vaguely similar to the giant dragon stone sculpture at the entrance of the Dragon Palace.

The change was enormous, and then he opened his bloody mouth and roared at Luo Ming.

Zong Shou also stepped into the void, rising step by step. The sword's momentum was drawn but not sent out, firmly locking Na Luoming.

Just when the killing intent gathered to the extreme. The figure of Fang Ming suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and he said with a smile: "Your Highness Zongshou, please calm down the fury of Thunder! It's just a misunderstanding, why bother to decide the outcome for such a trivial matter?"

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and stopped for a while. Thinking about this Fang Ming, he really does not know what to do.

I was already thinking about it in my heart, should I kill this person together?

Fang Ming over there, but he doesn't know what Zong Shou thinks. But just looking at the expression of the young man in front of him, he knew that Zong Shou was unwilling. He smiled again and said, "The enmity between the two of you has nothing to do with us. But it shouldn't be a big fight here. Once some restrictions in this place of inheritance are triggered, all of us and others will be sent away. How can this be done?" Is good?"

After saying these words, the few people who were watching from afar also frowned, with a bit of dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Zong Shou was not afraid, but when Fang Ming said it, he felt slightly depressed.

This really deserves to be Mr. Fang Da who is eager for justice and righteousness. With just a few words, he has become the target of public criticism.

Killing intent in the heart, half puzzled. I only calculated in my heart whether a battle with this Luo Ming would touch the spiritual formation in this inheritance land.

According to Ye Feishuang's memory, fighting with each other is indeed not allowed here.

At the end of Fang Ming's speech, he sighed again: "Brother Luo Ming was indeed at fault for what happened today. How about letting Daoist Luo Ming apologize to this little brother and let this matter go? I don't have much time to wait here, peace is the most important thing!"

Luo Ming stood on the altar, but his face was cloudy and uncertain. Desperately, he just walked away. But Zong Shou's sword intended to lock it firmly. That gleaming sword seemed to be about to slash down on the altar at any moment.

There is a faint feeling of extreme danger, even if he himself, the four devil blood rainbow light talismans in front of him may not be able to resist.

What's more, I feel extremely aggrieved. If it was changed to another place, it would definitely not be so embarrassing.

Several ninth-level escorts unleashed their combat power with all their strength, coupled with their own spiritual cooperation, it might be impossible to win in battle.

The two protectors assigned to him by the sect were also absent at the moment.

After weighing it for a moment, seeing Fang Ming, he cast a urging look. That Zong kept his eyes on him, and gradually became impatient. Luo Ming's heart sank slightly, and finally he said in a deep voice: "It's my fault today, Luo Ming, I shouldn't do it rashly—"

Saying this sentence is already the limit. Luo Ming's old face also swelled into a blood red color, no more color left, it directly melted into light, and rushed into a stone hall far away.

Fang Ming just smiled, bowed friendlyly to Zong Shou, and then left far away.

The two people watching the battle from a distance also dispersed without saying a word.

Zong Yuan remained silent the entire time, separated from Zong Shou by thousands of feet, like horns. It wasn't until then that he took a step and reached Zong Shou's side.

"This subordinate is reckless, causing trouble to His Highness!"

I know in my heart that people like Luo Mingna are proud and arrogant, dominating one side in the cloud world. At this time, he was forced to bow his head and admit defeat in front of the two of them.

Even if Luo Ming could bear it, the original Demon Sect behind him would definitely not be able to bear it.

This time, it can be said that there are many troubles left behind, and it is far from being the end.

At this moment, Zong Shou only felt a headache, but he couldn't help but laugh when he heard Zong Yuan's words.

"It's not troublesome, sooner or later there will be a battle—"

To the east of Yunlu, almost half of the demonic sects are under the jurisdiction of the primitive demonic sect.

He will definitely expel these forces from the east.

It was Fang Ming who made him a little annoyed. This time, this person finally won half the game. Protected Luo Ming's life.

"By the way, what exactly did you get Zong Yuan this time? To the point where this Luo Ming wants to fight with you?"

Zong Yuan smiled when he heard the words, without explaining, he took out a thick scripture from his sleeve and handed it over.

Zong Shou took it, opened it, looked at it, and then laughed dumbfoundedly: "So that's the case, no wonder that guy will fight you desperately—"

On the scripture, there are five big characters 'Zi Yuan Lei Ji Fa', which is actually an eighth-level and ground-level lightning-type kung fu.

But when I looked through it, half of it was empty, and there was a black bead the size of a longan hidden in it.

It is black in color, and there is a strong magic breath faintly inside. But it was firmly suppressed by a strange force in this book.

This is the dark demon relic. In Zong Shou's memory, in the game of "God Emperor", this object appeared seven times in total, with different grades. But all of them have created a tyrannical magician.

Compared with this thing, this 'Zi Yuan Lei Ji Fa' seems to be mediocre.

The only thing that is a little out of the ordinary is that such a practice, whether it is a human martial arts or a dragon, can rest as much as possible.

There is another one inside, the Ziyuan Endless Spear, which is quite ingenious. Zong Yuan now has the "Inner View Xuan Ting Exercise" in his physical body, and he also practices the "Zixiao Xuanlei Inquiry Art" in his inner breath.

The former was a gift from Wei Xu, while the latter was a tenth-level internal cultivation technique of the Holy Spirit level that he bought from Chuangong Pavilion with 650,000 merits. For reference, but unexpectedly got this dark magic relic.

Most of the Dragon Clan ten thousand years ago didn't know the mystery in this book, so they threw it here at will.

And this Luo Ming, who didn't know where he learned about this, was caught by Zong Yuan and got the first step.

Sighing in my heart, this matter is really not so easy to settle.

The enmity of being humiliated twice, plus this dark demon relic, this Yuanshi Demon Sect will probably not let it go.

After contemplating for a while, Zong Shou temporarily put the matter aside and asked curiously, "How did you get in this time?"

The illusion ahead is easy to break, but the starlight array is not so easy.

Zong Yuan pointed to the east, it was the stone palace that Luo Ming entered.

"The subordinate followed him in, only half a step away."

Zong Shou was startled when he heard this, and then laughed out loud. Thinking about it, Luo Ming probably really wanted to eat Zong Yuan.

He had no choice but to bring someone in, but it happened to be Zong Yuan who snatched the demon's relic before he could.

"Then you have to give it a try and get a few more spirit objects?"

However, Zong Yuan shook his head: "People are valuable if they have self-knowledge and need to be content. Zong Yuan can just take one more piece, but I don't know if he can get it smoothly. According to my subordinates' estimates, there is only a 20% certainty at most!"

"Not necessarily! For 14,000 years, the spirit array in this place where the dragons have passed on has been left unattended, so it's not impossible—"

Zong Shou sighed secretly while talking. Compared with Zong Yuan, I am the kind of person who has neither self-knowledge nor contentment.

After explaining a few words casually, Zong Shou separated from Zong Yuan again. The magic relic was brought over that day.

In Zong Yuan's hands, this thing will only bring disaster for it.

Searched around again, but this time, Zong Shou did not see the shadow of the Dragon Spirit Blood Pill from the beginning to the end.

For an hour and a half, the wind generally looked at the 23,400 stone palaces in this inheritance place, but still found nothing.

She couldn't help frowning, knowing that either Ye Feishuang's inheritance memory was wrong, or the Dragon Spirit Blood Pill had been taken by others.

Fortunately, he already had Yuanyun Jingquan, otherwise he would not know how to explain to Ye Feishuang.

After contemplating for a moment, Zong Shou simply gave up, and with a flash of his figure, he came to another palace gate.

What is hidden in this hall is nothing else, but three golden pages.

When Zong Shou glanced at it earlier, he felt very familiar. He had seen these golden pages once, and they were incomparably similar to the pages in the Xuanming Golden Book. Speaking of the Dao of the Common People, it existed 14,000 years ago. But why are the pages of the golden book left here?

If it is true as he guessed, it is okay, if not, then this time, it will be a big loss.

After stopping for a moment, Zong Shou still stepped inside. At the moment when the gate of the palace was closed, streams of sword energy suddenly appeared in the palace out of thin air.

In Zong Shou's eyes, he was slightly delighted. Sword fighting? He likes it best.