Inside the stone hall, there is a law minister.

The dog is headed and sits on the south side, with a fierce expression and a terrifying gaze.

"Kamazuma?"

Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

It is rumored that Kamazu Witch is a divine dog who attained enlightenment, turned into a human form, and single-handedly created the Dog Witch Gate, followed by the Dog Rong Clan. With the power of one person, not only did he create a great faction, but also multiply a race, which was extremely rare even among the ancient sages.

This law minister, with the head of a dog and a human body, has a bearing that resembles the legendary Kamazu witch.

On the left and right of the throne, there are rows of stone people standing, which are different from the stone figures outside the hall, and the stone people in this are the same as the law phase, and they are also dog-headed human bodies, which are taller than the stone figures outside the temple.

In the hand of the Fa Xiang, he held a long bone blade, white and miserable, looking bleak, and his spirituality had long been annihilated. However, the ancient inscriptions engraved on the bone blades still give people an extremely mysterious feeling.

Hattori's gaze just swept towards the Faxiang, and then landed on the bone blade without stopping, and immediately fixed there, his eyes shining. Anyone can see that this is a very old magic weapon. Although it seems that the spirituality has been lost because of the age of existence, who can say clearly such a magic weapon? Perhaps, by chance, it can be re-energized.

"Whoosh-"

The others were still looking around, and Hattori had already taken action, and his body shook and shot straight towards Faxiang.

"Wait!"

Xuanming Zhenjun immediately discovered his intentions and immediately shouted, flipping his wrist. The thunderwhip emerged.

If this bone blade was really some kind of ancient magic weapon, it was snatched into the hands of Hattori Jiecuo. Unleash amazing potential, and then everyone will become very dangerous?

Xuanming Zhenjun has experienced a hundred battles. It can be regarded as very experienced, and he is immediately ready to fight.

Liu Zheng waved his hand, and the high-grade magic weapon he had just gotten also appeared, standing side by side with Xuanming Zhenjun with a grim expression. Cangwu Sanyou, Songquan Daoren and other monks were even more shocked, and they all showed their magic weapons. Be on guard.

The Wuji Daughters naturally stood beside Xiao Fan, and each showed off the top-level magic weapons they had obtained, and put on a defensive formation. Only Xiao Fan still stood with his hands in his hands, his expression indifferent.

Hattori Jiecuo didn't pay any attention to everyone's vigilance, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, took the bone blade into his hand, and then flew down and stood more than ten zhang away from everyone. The cold eyes swept away, and he smiled: "Why are you fellow Daoists here? The old man just thinks that this bone blade is a bit special, just take a look, why be so nervous? ”

That being said. That huge spiritual pressure was unceremoniously released, ready for a battle.

Since he decided that this bone blade was extraordinary, he had the intention of taking it for himself. As long as this is enshrined in the hands of the highly suspicious Kamazu Witchcraftman. It is really a magic weapon left over from ancient times, and Hattori Jiecuo will definitely not hesitate to fight.

Patriarch Rong Tian was silent. Standing next to Hattori Jiecuo, slightly behind by a position. Posed as an ally.

Hattori turned his head to look at him, his heart was settled, and the expression on his face immediately became a little lighter.

The two Jindan late-stage monks joined forces, and even if they faced many enemies, they would have the power to protect themselves.

Xiao Fan said slowly: "Hattori Sect Master, this bone blade is a holy relic enshrined in the stone hall, maybe there is some unexpected magical effect, the sect master should not act rashly, so as to avoid accidents." ”

"Really? Then give it a try, how do you know if it's weird if you don't try it? ”

Hattori glanced at him, said with a sneer, and without hesitation, injected spiritual power into the bone blade.

Xiao Fan's eyes were cold, he stopped talking, the arc between the ten fingers of his hands flashed, and he was ready to shoot at any time.

The bone blade didn't move.

"Hey, that's interesting......"

Hattori raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise.

He had already injected thirty percent of his mana, but this bone blade had not changed in the slightest. However, he did not reject his mana, neither resisting nor rebounding, and quietly absorbed his mana.

Although Hattori Jiecuo has not yet recovered to the realm of the Yuan Infant Stage, the cultivation at the peak of the late Jindan period, in terms of the strength of mana alone, can definitely be said to be the most powerful among all the people present.

Seeing that the bone blade did not move, Hattori immediately increased the injection of mana.

Finally, the ancient runes engraved on the white miserable bone blade began to shine with a pale blue light, like a ghost fire in the dark night, giving people an eerie feeling.

As soon as he saw the change in the bone blade, Hattori Jiecuo's spirit was greatly lifted, and he immediately mentioned the dantian true yuan, and the strong mana was poured into the bone blade endlessly. The pale blue light immediately turned blue, like blue flames, soaring and burning on the bone blade.

Everyone's attention stayed on the bone blade, but no one noticed that the rows of stone people standing in the main hall, among the blue and gray eyes, there was also a faint trace of blue flashing, as if something hidden in the stone body was activated.

As soon as Hattori saw such an astonishing change on the bone blade, he immediately began to converge, no longer increasing the injection of mana, and the blue flames on the bone blade immediately became faint again, looking like they couldn't support it, and they would all go out immediately.

This bone blade is really like a bottomless pit, and if you don't increase the injection of mana, you will "retreat if you don't advance".

"Okay, I'll try it and see what kind of treasure you are!"

Hattori's curiosity was also hooked, and he said in a loud voice.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the magic weapon is that requires great mana to be activated, the more powerful it is. Hattori still understands this truth, and his heart is getting hotter and hotter.

If you really get a powerful ancient treasure, you can immediately avenge the revenge of the sword just now, and let that kid from the Wuji Sect have a good understanding of the power of the Demon Sword Sect Master.

"Ahh

Hattori shouted, a fierce look flashed on his face, the green tendons on his arms swelled, and a huge spiritual pressure rose to the sky, transporting twelve percent of mana, and slammed into the bone blade.

The peak monks of the late stage of Jindan exerted their full strength, and the power was so great that it was really extraordinary.

Suddenly, the bone blade seemed to turn into a blue torch, and the blue flames soared up as high as a few feet, but Hattori's face became extremely hideous, with a little pale, as if the mana was overdrawn.

With a "boom", the blue flame on the bone blade exploded, turning into dozens of blue fireworks, flying in all directions, and falling on the heads of the stone people in the main hall. The originally blue-gray eyes of those stone figures suddenly became blue, and they suddenly opened open, shining with a strange blue glow.

The stone man is alive!

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, Hattori suddenly sensed an extremely dangerous aura that burst out behind him.

"Bad ......"

Hattori screamed secretly, but it was too late to make any dodge moves, so he had to inject all the remaining mana into his back, and a black light mask appeared.

"Poof"!

The black light mask shattered inch by inch, and a fluffy claw easily shattered the shield temporarily condensed by Hattori Jiecuo, and slammed into the back of the Demon Sword Sect Master without hindrance.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Hattori Jiecuo's hands loosened, and the whole person flew out, and his face instantly became pale as paper.

"Huh?"

A low cry of surprise came from the mouth of Patriarch Rong Tian, who was standing behind Hattori Jiecuo, and slowly retracted a fluffy claw, as if he was quite surprised by this. I thought that under the slightest defense, Hattori Jiecuo would strike with all his strength, which was enough to pierce the gold and crack the stone, grab through Hattori Jiecuo's body, and put him to death.

Who knew that Hattori Jiecuo's physical strength was far beyond his expectations, and he was not caught, but was only injured and vomited blood.

It seems that he still underestimated the life-saving powers of these thousand-year-old monsters, and he didn't have any real skills, how could he stand out from thousands of low-level monks back then and advance to become a Yuan Infant Monk? And it has also advanced to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

However, this claw, even if it didn't take his life, it must have been enough for him to suffer, and it must have hurt his vitality.

This time it changed, everyone was taken aback again, and their eyes were collected from the strange stone figures, and they fell on the face of Patriarch Rong Tian, and the result was even more surprised, one by one, they were dumbfounded, and they didn't know why.

I saw that Patriarch Rong Tian at this time was no longer the image of the old man before, on his cheeks, long white fluff stood up one by one, like a steel needle, his nose was elongated, and his ears were pointed, and he was also covered with fluff. The two palms of the hands turned into sharp claws.

It is actually quite similar to the ancestral witch law enshrined on the stone platform.

At this moment, he was holding the bone blade in one hand and a blood-red token in the other, which was the high-grade magic weapon he had been given in the refining hall not long ago, and he couldn't help but look at this bone blade, his face was full of joy.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Hattori Jiecuo flew out six or seven feet, and after a few stumbles, he finally stood firm, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, turned around, stared at Rong Tian Patriarch, his eyes were full of anger, and he shouted viciously.

With a "swish", he pulled out the long knife at his waist and protected it on his chest.

"Monsters?"

Patriarch Rong Tian glanced at him and laughed, and the laughter became extremely strange, similar to the howl of an animal.

"Haha, Hattori Sect Master, you are still an old monster from a thousand years ago, is that such a little knowledge? Can't you see that this is who I am? ”

"You're not human?"

"Humans? It depends on how you perceive it, at least I think I'm human. Of course, after merging with the Ancient Sacred Beasts of this sect, I can no longer be considered a pure human being. But what does that matter? Aren't I far more powerful now than I was before? Besides, what you have to care about now is not my identity, but your own life! ”

As he spoke, Patriarch Rong Tian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, sounding so full of ambition, as if everything was under his control. (To be continued......)