Chapter 692

Su Zimo didn't know the origin of this iron rod, but he believed that Lin Xuanji would never misunderstand!

He was about to speak and let the monkey take the iron rod.

The monkey has turned around and said to the little fat man, "Fat man, I want this stick."

"OK, no problem!"

The little fat man was in a good mood, and he came down without hesitation.

"Ugh."

Su Zimo's ears twitched, and he faintly heard a slight sigh from Lin Xuanji's mouth next to him.

Su Zimo smiled inwardly, walked over, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Lin, what is the origin of this iron stick?"

"How would I know."

Lin Xuanji rolled his eyes, unwilling to say more.

"Then what are you sighing for?"

"Cha, can you hear this?"

Lin Xuanji stared at his eyes, pondered a little, smacked his lips, and said, "I can't see what it is, but it's definitely a good thing, no weaker than an innate magic weapon!"

"hiss!"

Su Zimo took a deep breath.

This rating is a bit high!

Lin Xuanji explained: "In this world, there are too many sacred objects, rare treasures, how can it be comparable to any weapon built the day after tomorrow?"

Su Zimo understood.

For example, the Divine Phoenix Bone on his right hand does not have any magic patterns on it, so it is stronger than any innate magic weapon!

The monkey randomly found a quick rag and carried the iron rod on his back.

Linghu walked down the stone frame and was dazzled.

There are too many babies on it, dazzling.

Linghu picked up a cold long knife.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, the edge of this long knife is still extremely sharp, exuding a cold chill, the blade is almost transparent, and there are lines on it, which is amazing!

This is a perfect instrument.

Linghu couldn't put it down, played for a long time, but reluctantly put it back.

After a while, Linghu picked up a long spear again, and became more refreshed. It was really a tiger.

After a while, Linghu put the spear back.

"Ugh!"

Linghu sighed.

If only I could take all these babies away.

As he walked, Linghu seemed to sense something, his eyes turned, and he landed on a corner of the stone frame.

Where are the four hooks placed.

Linghu stepped forward, picked up the four hooks, wiped off the dust on them, revealing the original appearance of the hooks, which was as white as jade, almost transparent.

There is no texture on it.

It doesn't look like it's made of any metal ore either.

For some reason, the moment Linghu picked up the hook, the blood vessels in his body were agitated, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

It's as if these four hooks have anything to do with him!

Linghu moved in his heart, transformed into tiger claws, turned the inner core, and stuck out his sharp claws.

"Hey, it's really similar."

Linghu grinned.

He found that his tiger claws were somewhat similar to these four hooks.

Linghu stretched out his claws and touched the hook in his hand.

Snapped!

It doesn't matter.

Linghu's claws were cut off neatly by the hook in his hand!

"So sharp!"

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo's pupils shrank slightly.

After Linghu cultivated the Taixu Thunder Art, his bloodline was not bad.

His claws are so sharp and hard that even a blood-quenched knife can't cut them off!

"Nima...what a piece of shit to break your tiger claws!"

Linghu was stunned for a moment, scolded, and was furious, ready to throw the four crystal-like hooks back.

suddenly!

Linghu accidentally touched his fingertips with the hook.

In an instant, blood flowed, dyeing the hook red!

The next moment, even more terrible things happened!

This hook actually followed Linghu's fingertips, bit by bit, out of his control!

Fingers connected to heart.

"what!"

Linghu raised his head to the sky and howled, making a painful scream, and his palm subconsciously clenched it.

This grip didn't matter, the remaining three hooks also pierced his palm.

When encountering the blood of Linghu, the remaining three hooks also melted into Linghu's palm!

The whole process happened very fast, and when Su Zimo reacted, all the four hooks had disappeared, and only the spirit tiger was left, which was rolling on the ground in pain, almost convulsing.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Deep in Linghu's throat, there were bursts of low roars.

crackling.

In the body of Linghu, the bones and muscles roared together, and the blood was surging. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into the main body, and the body faintly exuded an extremely terrifying aura, and the suffocating energy was soaring to the sky!

The skin of Linghu has begun to crack, and the flesh and blood exploded!

The next moment, restore again.

"Um?"

Su Zimo and Lin Xuanji's expressions changed slightly, and at the same time they exclaimed: "Reborn!"

Linghu is experiencing a big opportunity!

The initiator of this opportunity is the four hooks!

Lin Xuanji pondered: "If my expectations are correct, the four hooks are most likely the claws of the tiger clan gods! This thing, this spirit tiger can't use it yet, when he cultivates his primordial spirit, he can send useful."

After half an hour, Linghu's screams gradually subsided.

After a while, Linghu transformed into a human form again, and jumped up from the ground. Without much effort, he jumped to a height of ten feet. It was obvious that he had been reborn, his strength had greatly increased, and he had cultivated to the peak of inner alchemy!

Going a step further, you will cultivate your primordial spirit and become a demon!

On the other side, the golden lion hesitated for a long time and chose a long knife, which was the perfect magic weapon.

Qingqing also chose a perfect instrument, but it was a feather fan.

Qingqing looked at the feather fan, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

This feather fan is green, and although there is no mana blessing, it also exudes a scorching hot breath.

Su Zimo's mind turned, and he immediately understood.

This feather fan must be made from Bi Fang's feathers!

Qingqing thought of her father who may have perished in the Thousand Spider Dunes, and only then came her grief.

On the other side, the little fox hesitated for a long time and chose a big black umbrella.

"Why did you choose this umbrella?"

Su Zimo said: "This type of weapon is not very offensive, and most of the time, it can only be used for defense."

"It's ok."

The little fox said with a smile: "With this umbrella, I am by the son's side, and at a critical time, I can also help the son to resist some damage."

Su Zimo fell silent.

After a little while, he raised his head, looked at the little fox and said seriously: "Ali, don't worry, I will definitely take back the fire hood for you!"

"Um!"

The little fox nodded heavily and said, "I believe in the young master."

The five monkeys have already selected the treasure they want.

Su Zimo has no clue.

At the end of this palace, there is a dead bone draped in clothes.

This should be the Lord of the Tomb!

Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, the flesh and blood of the fit and powerful have dissipated and dried up, but the bones are still immortal!

There are rumors that after the fall of the Mahayana ancestor, even if 100,000 years have passed, the flesh and blood will not be corrupted.

What is really eye-catching is not the bones of this fit and powerful.

But behind him, there is a huge thunder pool surging with purple lightning and exuding a terrifying breath!