Chapter 1129 Bald Demon King [1]

The depths of the ruins are the birthplace, and powerful Noble Phantasms naturally stay here, either dormant quietly or born with blood.

However, there are many strong people in the depths of the ruins. Yang Yu has reached the limit of seven caves, and he is only a line away from eight caves, but because of caves, Yang Yu can almost compete with the existence of nine caves.

However, Yang Yu is still in trouble when he encounters a sealer who can seal the strength. These guys are all princes, and their strength is too terrifying. They are absolutely the strongest.

Then it took four or five days for Yang Yu to enter the ruins, and he had fought more than a dozen times. Among them, he encountered three sealers, all of which were very difficult.

However, he killed five Taikoo relics, and after eating them, Yang Yu broke through the Badongtian. Everything seemed like a natural progression. The establishment of the 20 Taikoo relics was hard-won.

"Um?"

On the fifth day, Yang Yu was walking between a mountain range, and suddenly saw a little white light on the dark mountain wall, and he stepped forward to check it in surprise?

The mountain wall was bright and dark, with a wooden weapon of some unknown reason stuck on it. At this time, there was only one handle outside.

"This should be a Noble Phantasm, inserted into the peak of the ruins, there has been no movement, is it dormant or a waste product?"

Yang Yu held the handle, doubting in his heart.

"Huh? It feels very strange. This Noble Phantasm contains mysterious energy fluctuations!"

For a long time, Yang Yu felt a very secret energy fluctuation, which came from this Noble Phantasm!

"Huo, is this treasure still something incredible?" Yang Yu looked at the wooden handle in surprise, his eyes flickering.

"rise!"

Without further ado, Yang Yu started directly, holding both hands on the handle, the runes in his body flashed, and his arms burst out with all his strength, trying to pull this Noble Phantasm out.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

With the sound of a sound, the Noble Phantasm was gradually pulled out by Yang Yu from the mountain wall.

"Drink!" After half an hour, Yang Yu shouted angrily, and the last part of the treasure was pulled out, which turned out to be a wooden knife.

The knife is three feet long, not very wide. It looks like a wooden knife polished from an unknown piece of wood. It looks very rough. There is even a crack on the blade of the wooden knife, which looks like a waste product. .

"Is this a wooden knife made of pure wood? It looks like it has gone through vicissitudes and comes from ancient times."

Yang Yu looked at the wooden knife, and the golden light flashed in his eyes, helping Yang Yu to observe the mysterious value of this wooden knife.

Yang Yu looked at it for a long time, but didn't find anything special. In the end, he even slashed at the mountain wall, but he couldn't even leave a trace, so it seemed that even iron weapons were inferior!

"The mysterious energy inside has also disappeared, and I can't feel it. Now this wooden knife is not as good as a pair of chopsticks."

Yang Yu helplessly put away the wooden knife, the chopsticks in his mouth are naturally ivory chopsticks...

"Well, let's look for the Noble Phantasm. After so many days, I haven't found a powerful Noble Phantasm. This bullshit ruin is not as real as I hunted the ancient relics myself."

Yang Yu pouted, speechless about this relic, and became more and more unhappy.

Seven days passed again, and Yang Yu still had nothing to gain. Except for a demon-subduing pestle, he didn't even see the shadow of the Noble Phantasm.

As a result, Yang Yu's face was dark, and he changed his original intention. He held the demon-subduing pestle in his right hand, and turned his left hand into Kunpeng's claws, and began to hunt the ancient relics in the ruins.

Not long after, the reputation of Xiaoxitian's bald-headed demon king began to spread in the ruins, and all the ancient relics were trembling to find treasures in the ruins. , fled immediately, without any hesitation at all.

About seven days have passed by now, and Yang Yu has already hunted and killed more than forty primordial relics, each of which is powerful, and even two are almost pure blood, powerful and terrifying.

Among them, the more powerful Suan, the perverted Pixiu, the magic bird rising into the sky, and the magic insects running rampant in the ground, almost flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water, were all killed by Yang Yu again and again, all of them. It was all set up by Yang Yu to set up the ancient cauldron - cooked.

Among them, several battles made these ancient relics tremble with fear.

Once, Yang Yu hunted down a scorpion. Who knew that four or five ancient relics were just looking for treasure. Seeing this, he immediately shot and wanted to kill Yang Yu.

However, only ten minutes later, a total of six powerful immemorial relics were all killed, and their heads were all smashed to pieces by a demon-subduing pestle.

It didn't take long for two other immemorial relics with pure blood to join forces to kill Yang Yu. This was a terrifying existence whose blood was so pure that it was about to reach the level of pure-blooded cubs.

However, it still hadn't lasted for more than ten minutes in Yang Yu's hands, and both immemorial relics were killed, one was roasted into jerky, and the other was boiled into broth.

At that time, it can be said that the fragrance was floating for four miles, the rays of the sun were shining into the sky, and the ancient relics, which were close to pure-blooded creatures, were made into food.

When it was, there were more than a dozen immemorial relics that were attracted to the past, but they were not easy to do it. When they saw Yang Yu eating meat, he fought a cold war and quickly escaped.

It is precisely because of this that Yang Yu's reputation for hunting the ancient relics spread instantly. All the ancient relics knew that there was a ten-year-old monk who hunted the ancient relics everywhere in the ruins and made soup.

And Yang Yu's record also came, so that the faces of the ancient relics were dignified, and when they saw Yang Yu staring at him with bright eyes, they would be scared to death.

The name of Xiaoxitian's bald devil also naturally fell on Yang Yu's head. Everyone knows that Xiaoxitian has a monster. Looking at the terrible reputation today, it is not much worse than that heavy pupil Shi Yi, and even more ferocious. .

As for why they knew that Yang Yu was from Xiaoxitian, everything was a coincidence.

The magic pestle picked up by Yang Yu turned out to be a powerful Noble Phantasm from Xiaoxitian, a powerful Noble Phantasm that was very famous in ancient times and could shock one side.

Now it appears in the hands of Yang Yu, a Buddhist cultivator, and Yang Yu also has a treasure made of white jade dragon ivory.

Even if Yang Yu stood up and declared loudly that he was not from Xiaoxitian, no one would believe him...

It's impossible for things to be such a coincidence, what's more, Xiao Xitian may be one of the forces that dare to slaughter the immemorial relics like this...

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the poor monk sees that you are very strong, why don't we look for treasures in this ruins together!"

Yang Yu appeared behind an ancient relic and said with a smile.

"Go away!" This immemorial relic was very impatient, and was about to slap Yang Yu to death with one paw.

"Amitabha, the benefactor's intention to kill is too heavy, the poor monk can only kill you for the sake of the world."

Yang Yu blocked the beast's claws, said a word, and started the slaughter directly.

A few minutes later, Xiangpiao Sili...