"What a treasure!"
In the Dragon Palace treasure house.
Lu Yuan's eyes were shining, staring at the long iron rod in front of him, refusing to move away for a moment.
The iron rod is heavy, simple and majestic.
The weight is equivalent to one hundred and eight thousand immortal mountains.
At first glance, it looks like the Optimus Pillar, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
Just a wisp of breath caused the void to shatter, and countless cracks appeared.
Not to mention.
There are many dark golden dragon patterns on the surface of the long stick.
These dragon patterns are all condensed from law marks and possess unparalleled terrifying power.
If once activated, its power would be so powerful that it would be terrifying to an unimaginable level!
It’s just that the long iron stick stayed in place like a fool, and it didn’t move at all no matter how Lu Yuan called.
"What is going on? Is this some kind of test?"
Lu Yuan thought to himself.
The Law Spirit Soldiers have begun to acquire intelligence, and they can only be conquered if certain conditions are met.
And even though he had defeated the golden light group just now, it seemed that he had only passed the initial test, and was still unable to make the object willingly recognize its master.
"Senior Long Chen, I wonder if you understand the conditions for identifying the owner of this object?"
Lu Yuan asked curiously.
“I have heard the patriarch mention this before.”
Long Chen nodded.
"According to the patriarch, this thing is the most powerful weapon in the world. It is difficult for ordinary strong people to even pick it up, let alone use it as an enemy."
"And the conditions for recognizing its owner are It is extremely strict and requires the practitioner to lift it above his head with pure physical strength."
Long Chen said helplessly.
Every immortal mountain is extremely heavy, enough to suppress the fate of a holy land.
And this dragon-patterned iron rod was cast from the mother energy of the earth veins of the 18,000 ancient sacred mountains.
And it also carries thousands of traces of law, and its weight has reached an incredible level.
Even a strong man from the Dragon Clan, who is known for his natural power and strength, would find it difficult to move it at all!
"Master Lu Yuan, although this treasure is powerful, the conditions for identifying its owner are too harsh."
"There are still many lawful spiritual weapons in our dragon clan's treasure house. Otherwise, it is better to replace them. Just one piece."
Long Chen persuaded again, not thinking that Lu Yuan could lift this dragon-patterned iron rod.
This is not because he despises Lu Yuan.
But throughout the ages, no powerful dragon clan has ever been able to successfully conquer it.
Even Long Zhan, who is the supreme being in the world, cannot make him take the initiative to recognize his master!
"Thank you, Senior Long Chen, for your kindness, but I want it."
As Lu Yuan spoke, he walked straight to the dragon-patterned iron rod.
This iron rod is huge, like an immortal mountain.
When Lu Yuan stood in front of it, he was as small as an ant.
How can ants move mountains?
The gap between the two is clear at a glance.
But Lu Yuan did not give up.
He took a deep breath, opened his arms, and hugged the dragon-marked iron rod tightly.
Then he gritted his teeth, his veins jumped, and his legs suddenly exerted force.
“Wake me up!”
Lu Yuan’s blood boiled, the pores in his body opened wide, and blood rose into the sky, condensing into a humanoid alien shadow behind him!
The phantom was ten thousand feet tall, with a pair of tentacles on its head, and its face looked somewhat similar to Lu Yuan.
His whole body was covered in muscles and his body was unbelievably burly.
Just like a giant from the ancient times, exuding a terrifying fluctuation that makes people's hearts palpitate!
"Master Lu Yuan is actually a member of the Monster Clan? But the Ant Clan has never had a Supreme, so why is his bloodline so extraordinary?"
Long Zhan's expression changed dramatically.
Even though he was a half-step supreme, he felt an indescribable pressure at this moment.
This has nothing to do with realm or strength, but comes from the suppression of the most powerful bloodline!
"Boom!"
The next second.
In Long Chen’s horrified eyes.
The humanoid figure suddenly opened its arms, grasped the dragon-patterned iron rod, and hugged it directly with the force of uprooting the mountain!
"Crack!"
The void under Lu Yuan's feet could not bear such a terrifying weight, and fine cracks suddenly appeared.
It looks like a broken mirror, as if it might break apart at any time.
The void collapsed and the earth shook.
The dragon-marked iron rod struggled fiercely, unwilling to be subdued by Lu Yuan.
But the God Ant represents the ultimate power in the world.
In terms of pure power, even the dragon clan, which is known for its tyranny and physical strength, is slightly inferior!
Not to mention.
When Lu Yuan broke through the golden light group before, he absorbed a large amount of earth vein mother energy, causing his body, which was already extremely powerful, to undergo transformation again.
No matter how hard the dragon-patterned iron rod struggled, it could not shake the human figure in the slightest.
to the end.
Lu Yuan's muscles were tense and his veins were bulging.
Finally, with unparalleled strength, he slowly lifted it over his head!
At this moment.
The dragon-patterned iron rod in Lu Yuan's arms suddenly burst into brilliant golden light, as bright as a blazing sun.
Thousands of patterns appeared on the surface of the iron rod, and finally turned into a stream of light, integrating with Lu Yuan.
When this magical weapon automatically recognizes its owner.
Lu Yuan felt light all over, as if he had unloaded a hundred thousand mountains.
The originally unruly dragon-patterned iron rod has now become as docile as a sheep, with no intention of resisting anymore!
Not only that.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt that there was a strange sense of connection between himself and the dragon-marked iron rod.
Obviously he has just conquered this law weapon.
But he uses it like an arm and a finger, extremely handy!
"Although this treasure is good, it is too big. It would be better if it could be smaller."
Lu Yuan looked at the dragon-patterned iron rod that looked like the Optimus Pillar, murmured to himself.
Unexpectedly, the dragon-patterned iron rod seemed to understand what he meant, and actually shrank in size!
“Smaller!”
Lu Yuan’s eyes brightened slightly.
I didn’t expect that this thing can really shrink and shrink freely, and can be made big or small.
Lu Yuan went through several attempts.
Finally, the dragon-patterned iron rod, which was as thick as a mountain, became as thin as a wrist, about six feet long.
“It’s worth all the thought I put into it, it’s really a good treasure.”
“There is no weapon more suitable for me than this.”
Lu Yuan couldn't help but said with joy.
He held the dragon-patterned iron rod tightly and waved it a few times.
Suddenly there were strong winds, the air exploded, and there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
The surrounding void was even more violently distorted, and countless cracks appeared!
This means that the dragon treasure house is protected by formations.
Otherwise, Lu Yuan could smash a Taoist palace expert into a pulp with just one stick.
After all, the God Ant is said to be the most powerful in the world, and the dragon-patterned iron rod is the most powerful weapon in the world.
The two are superimposed.
It made Lu Yuan even more powerful, and his combat power increased at least several times!
If that Wuliangshan elder is still alive.
Lu Yuan didn’t have to risk his life to fight with him, he could just beat him to death with one stick!
"You are truly a hero. This dragon-patterned iron rod has been placed in our dragon clan's treasure house for hundreds of thousands of years. Unexpectedly, it was finally conquered by Master Lu Yuan."
Long Chen said with emotion, his old eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy.
The ancestor of the dragon clan spent countless resources and efforts in order to build this magical weapon.
A single stick contains the weight of one hundred and eight thousand immortal mountains.
And there are thousands of laws and patterns blessing.
The terrifying power has reached an unimaginable level.
I'm afraid even the powerful ones in the Divine Realm wouldn't dare to take it head on!
"Brother Lu Yuan, you are so amazing."
Liu Mingyan's eyes were filled with stars, her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, and she was sincerely happy for him. "Senior Long Chen is ridiculous, let's go back first."
Lu Yuan was in a good mood after receiving the magic weapon.
After picking up a few stick books from the Dragon Clan's treasure house, I left here.
Back to the Dragon Palace.
Lu Yuan did not waste time and immediately started practicing.
Although he has never been exposed to weapons such as sticks.
But he has experienced many reincarnations, and with his knowledge and experience, it does not take much time to master a stick technique.
"Crazy Demon Stick Technique, if you are not crazy, you will not survive!"
"The essence of this stick technique lies in the word "crazy". The closer you are to the desperate situation, the more powerful the stick technique will be."
>Lu Yuan carefully browsed the content several times, his eyes showing understanding.
The Crazy Demon Stick technique has no fixed formula. It seems simple, but it requires very high combat experience.
But this is not a problem at all for Lu Yuan.
He memorized all the moves and key points and immediately started practicing.
Just getting started.
His movements are still a bit unfamiliar, and there are many flaws and loopholes in his moves.
But after he practiced all the moves from beginning to end several times, his movements gradually became more and more proficient.
Two days flew by.
Today is the day of the decisive battle between the Holy Son of Taichu and the successor of Kunpeng.
Long before that.
Countless forces and practitioners flocked to the True Dragon Ancestral Star, just to witness this peak battle that was rare in ten thousand years.
Some people roughly estimate that at least billions of practitioners will be present in person this time!
Not only that.
There are hundreds of millions of people across the vast starry sky paying close attention to this through various means.
Fortunately, the area of the True Dragon Ancestral Star is tens of thousands of times that of the sun, which is more than enough to accommodate billions of cultivators.
Even so.
The area near the Dragon Palace is still overcrowded and surrounded by people.
Just when everyone was looking forward to this battle.
A martial arts field somewhere in the Dragon Clan Palace.
A young man was sweating profusely and was dancing an iron rod with a dragon pattern like a tiger.
He turned around as fast as lightning.
The stick makes a sound in the wind and is domineering and fierce.
Especially when he waved the iron rod in his hand, he seemed to be able to trigger the general trend of the world, just like a flood, rushing thousands of miles away, giving people a feeling of being unstoppable!
Under the sun.
The dragon-patterned iron rod in Lu Yuan's hand reflected a little golden light.
The weight of this supreme divine weapon is equivalent to one hundred and eight thousand immortal mountains.
Even after it is shrunk, it is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary strong men.
Lu Yuan has the blood of a god ant, so every time he swings, he must mobilize his whole body's strength.
But not only did he not stop, his speed became faster and faster, making him dance like an airtight man.
"Roar!"
To the end.
Along with the roar of a dragon.
The majestic momentum of the world was pulled away and turned into a long golden dragon, rushing straight ahead!
"Bang!"
Even if this martial arts arena was blessed with formations, it exploded instantly, and a bottomless pit appeared.
This is because Lu Yuan did not exert his full strength.
Otherwise, his stick could easily penetrate a star!
“Hoo!”
Lu Yuan stood on the spot holding an iron rod.
I was sweating profusely, but my heart was extremely happy.
"My strength seems to have grown again."
He clenched his left hand and murmured to himself.
The dragon-patterned iron rod is the most important weapon in the world. When he practices the stick technique, it is equivalent to a kind of weight-bearing exercise.
And judging from his increased strength, the effect of exercise is very significant!
"Brother Lu Yuan, the son-in-law selection party is about to begin."
Liu Mingyan has been standing by the side. When she saw Lu Yuan finished practicing, she immediately handed over a handkerchief thoughtfully.
"I'm going to take a shower first, change my clothes, and then go meet the Supreme Son."
Lu Yuan said with a faint smile, with a strong confidence in his tone.
If he was still a little worried before, whether he would be interfered by outsiders when he killed the Holy Son of Taichu.
Then after obtaining the dragon-marked iron rod and reaching a small level of success in the crazy magic stick technique.
Even if there is interference from external factors, he is still absolutely sure to kill the Holy Son of the First!
And the other side.
As the Holy Son of Taichu and the descendants of Kunpeng entered the ring.
The long-awaited peak battle has finally begun!
On the arena in front of the Dragon Palace.
The descendant of Kunpeng is wearing a white dress, with an aura that is out of this world and as airy as a fairy.
She is as graceful as a goddess of the Nine Heavens who strayed into the mortal world, as if she would fly away at any moment.
Across from her.
The Holy Son of Taichu was wearing a Taoist robe, and his eyes were as vast as the sky, without any emotion.
"You are injured and are no match for me."
The Holy Son of Taichu said lightly.
“Kill!”
The descendant of Kunpeng did not talk nonsense, raising his hand was the ultimate killing technique.
The words just fell.
Her momentum suddenly increased.
From the seemingly thin and frail body, an unparalleled terrifying power suddenly burst out, as if it was going to overthrow the entire world!
Shocked by this pressure.
Some of the weaker spectators felt their bodies sink and even breathing became extremely difficult!
Feeling the powerful momentum from the descendant of Kunpeng, the Supreme Son's expression was slightly condensed, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.
Kunpeng's bloodline is unparalleled in the world, and he is said to have the fastest speed in the world.
Even if the other party is injured, he must not be underestimated, otherwise he will pay a heavy price!
"Forget it, since you insist on seeking death, then I will help you."
The Holy Son of Taichu snorted coldly, and the spiritual power in his body surged out like a flood.
The momentum of the descendant of Kunpeng collided with each other in the air, making a deafening explosion sound.
“Boom!”
The void shook, and the colors of the world changed.
Both of them are the geniuses of the world. They can mobilize the laws of heaven and earth to their own advantage with just a lift of their hands and feet.
The mere confrontation between the two of them caused a shocking phenomenon!
All the spectators were shocked by this powerful momentum. They opened their eyes wide and held their breath.
I am afraid of missing any moment of this peak battle.
The next moment.
The Holy Son of Taichu formed a seal with his hands.
A bright sword light shot out from his hand, like a flying sword from the sky, with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth, and seemed to be able to annihilate everything.
The descendant of Kunpeng gave a soft drink, and his body turned into a huge Kunpeng shadow, spreading its wings and flying high, rushing towards the sword light.
With an earth-shaking loud noise, the sword light and Kunpeng's shadow collided heavily in the air.
The air around the ring was distorted by this powerful force, as if even the space was torn apart.
A dazzling light suddenly burst out in the ring.
The air waves generated by the collision spread in all directions like a storm.
This means that the arena is protected by a formation, otherwise any trace of the aftermath can severely damage a strong person in the life and death realm!
When the light fades.
The Holy Son of Taichu and the descendant of Kunpeng were still standing in the ring, but their faces looked a little pale.
But soon everyone was surprised to find out.
The right hand of the descendant of Kunpeng was shaking uncontrollably, with dark red blood oozing out.
Dye her clothes as white as snow red! (End of this chapter)