Whether he is a former king or a current demon cultivator, Zuoqiu Maocheng has a trace of pride in his heart, thinking that all the beautiful things in the world should belong to him, money, women, and treasures.

There was no doubt that he wanted to include all the antiquities he saw in the Necronomicon's Temple, including scrolls, weapons, and even some ordinary tools of life that exuded energy.

He has several small spaces that he has carved out on his own, some of them are used for storage, and some of them are used to raise girls, although the space for raising girls is empty, but the furniture is still there, and it would be great if these living tools could be the icing on the cake.

He looked at the various weapons on the first floor of the Necronomicon Temple, although many of them were incomplete, and even some were badly damaged, but they did not affect the powerful coercion they exuded in the slightest. This kind of coercion is definitely not something he can have at his level, and this alone makes his eyes hot.

"Although I'm not proficient in refining weapons, if I become a top powerhouse after I advance, will I be able to make friends with these people like the Hidden Emperor...... If you melt away some of these living utensils, you should be able to complete this sword. Although he was not good at using weapons, Zuoqiu Maocheng couldn't help but think of the joy of Xiao Xiang's crazy knife in his hand, and he waved it vividly.

He watched over and over again these treasures that had been banned and sealed, and it was still difficult to hide their powerful power, and he secretly vowed in his heart to get his hands on them.

Even if I know in my heart that this is just the domain of the madness, but the domain that is real to this extent must have a reference, and there is such a strong coercion, giving people an extremely real feeling, if it is not for the people who really understand the Hall of Life and Death, it is impossible to show it so vividly.

Yes, what Zuoqiu Maocheng was thinking about in Xiao was not about these things in front of him, but about planning to sneak into the Boundless and steal things from the middle of the Necronomicon after his cultivation was promoted. As for the Holy Spirit Temple, the immortal weapon was not suitable for him, but he didn't want to let it go.

Suddenly, he looked back and saw a stone platform behind him, which was empty, but the residual coercion told him that there was once something more powerful than the other treasures sealed here, and the imprint on the stone platform seemed to be a battle axe.

The tomahawk was so large that he suspected that if the tomahawk was badly damaged and everything here was melted down, it might not be able to be repaired, and the tomahawk had been taken from something.

Thinking of this, Zuo Qiu Maocheng felt a great regret.

When he was no longer so interested in all the displays here, and had completely regarded them as personal belongings, he subconsciously looked into a dark corner next to him.

When he was outside, it had been determined that the Necronomicon was very high, and it was enough for more than a dozen floors except for the top, which obviously did not match the height he saw now. This can only mean one thing, and that is that the Necronomicon is not the only one.

To the upper floor, there must be some prohibition or mechanism control, and after walking around, he was even more sure of this idea.

After all, although he has no concept of how strong the antiquities are, the real powerhouse of the ancient relics is said to be able to breathe in the landslide and annihilate the stars with a raised hand, which is completely different from the current exaggerated description of the famous emperor, which is the real effect of pure brute force.

Zuoqiu Maocheng, who originally thought that other items were strong, was now a little unsightly, and after seeing the groove that symbolized the battle axe, he no longer paid attention to the others, but only felt that it seemed to be what he should have in the first place. And he was not only full of curiosity about the tomahawk, but also determined to find it.

"Come out!" The king sat down on the throne and snapped his fingers.

"Master!" The man in the dark robe reappeared, his attitude was still respectful, and he did not see the slightest disobedience.

"He wants to kill the world?" Jun raised his eyebrows and pointed to Zuo Qiu Maocheng's figure in the black mirror.

The man was a little surprised, raised his eyes in surprise and looked at Jun Mad again, and immediately lowered his head: "It's the fault of his subordinates, he actually let people break in." ”

"It doesn't matter. You yourself must also rely on the Necronomicon to attack, compared to ordinary monks, the Slaughtering Ancestor Demon is too cunning and does have some means, he can't control or repair it after taking the Killing World Qianjun and Frost Heaven Illumination, so he simply went where to steal the sacrificial refining method, and actually melted the antiquities and immortal weapons, even if he wants to get them back, it is impossible now. Jun said madly. In fact, if the Ancestor Demon didn't focus on external forces such as refining weapons, and devoted himself to cultivation, and had resentment, hatred, and anger in his heart, I am afraid that his achievements would not be much worse than his.

For those who have finished the ball, Jun Mad doesn't plan to reminisce too much, after all, it is an opponent and not a friend.

The man stopped talking, just stood beside Jun Mad and looked at the picture in the black mirror, Jun Mad did not agree to him leaving, he didn't dare to act without permission.

"You don't have to be so afraid of me, you don't have to be afraid of Bai Lao." Jun Mad raised his eyes and looked at the man, and commented lightly, "The black old man needs to be improved." ”

"The subordinates are too restrained." The man smiled awkwardly, but didn't pay much attention to it. Facing a master who has seen him for I don't know how many years, and he is a very casual person, he won't take Jun's crazy words seriously, otherwise the next time this person comes to sit down, he will change his words, could it be that he doesn't even want himself for this?

As he spoke, Zuo Qiu Maocheng seemed to have found a clue from the dark corner, he groped on the wall for a while, only to hear the slight sound of stones colliding, and finally he slapped it in the middle of the wall, and the sound of a mechanism was heard.

What appeared in front of him was not a staircase leading to the upper floor, but a very simple formation. In front of him stood one hundred and eighteen plum blossom piles, each of which looked exactly the same, and there were some slight differences under a closer look, and there were many small holes in the surrounding walls, some of which were still triangular, and I thought it was the emitter of the hidden weapon.

"The Necronomicon uses such a simple mechanism, isn't it too underestimated?" Zuoqiu Maocheng snorted coldly.

He subconsciously felt that this was an imagination of Jun Mad based on the mechanism in the king's tomb, and it was not a great thing, it was just a very ordinary mechanism, and he had already taken it lightly when he saw it for the second time.

He flew on the stake, but regretted it the moment he landed.

The overwhelming hidden weapons flew in, he kept flying and dodging, and those hidden weapons seemed to have eyes, and they actually chased him, the faster he moved, the tighter the hidden weapons chased and even the more intensive the frequency of attacking him. In a few breaths, he was forced to the center of these plum blossom piles.

At this time, he had a whim, wondering if he could get a little relief by standing still.

(End of chapter)