"You don't want to come here." Seeing Deng An walking towards him step by step, the white tiger's eyes were full of uneasiness.

It wanted to escape, but it couldn't do it, just now the chariot backfired, it had been seriously injured, and several blood holes on its body were bleeding at this time.

"Phew"

Deng An didn't stop, walked to the side of the white tiger, and finished the latter with one move.

"It is said that the White Tiger King likes this white tiger very much, and now that Deng An has killed it, the White Tiger King is afraid that he will be furious."

"Hehe, there's a good show to watch after Baiduan Mountain is over."

Among the onlookers, some of them gloated.

One person added excitedly: "Deng An killed three pure-blood creatures and a bunch of primeval relics before, and the forces behind these creatures will definitely not give up, and it will definitely be very lively when the time comes." ”

"Haha, what about Deng An? After the end of the Hundred Broken Mountain, there will definitely be a large number of enemies looking for him, and then he will be in big trouble, and it is even very likely that he will be killed by the Venerable of the Ancient Divine Mountain. ”

Many people were in a happy mood, as if they had seen Deng An killed.

Deng An didn't hear these people's discussions, he habitually looked up at everyone.

Everyone's happy expressions suddenly froze, and some cowards even showed panicked looks, thinking that Deng An had heard their conversation.

It wasn't until Deng An withdrew his gaze and left that they breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"It's a big mountain."

A day later, Deng An came to the center of the Treasure Relics, where there was a huge mountain, extremely large, like dozens of peaks together, extremely magnificent and majestic.

The divine light on the mountain flickered, and from time to time there were treasures flying, like fireworks blooming, all of which were powerful spiritual objects.

This is the source of the relics of the treasure, known as the treasure cliff, and according to legend, it is full of treasures.

"Deng An is here." Deng An's popularity is too high, and as soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, someone called out his identity.

At this time, many people sighed: "Hey, the treasures here are going to suffer again." ”

In the eyes of some people, the fire of jealousy is burning brightly, and it is about to turn into a real flame.

If it weren't for Deng An's strength being too terrifying, they would all want to rob Deng An, but Deng An had harvested too many treasures, which was very eye-catching.

The Fenbao Cliff is majestic and magnificent, towering into the clouds, and the mountain is surrounded by bands of black mist, like a magnificent magic mountain in the ancient times, with an oppressive atmosphere.

An ancient road leads to the mountain, paved with bluestone, full of vicissitudes of time, and I don't know how many young heroes have walked through it, but in the end, it was bloodstained with magic mountain and never walked down.

The magic mountain is magnificent, you can't see the peak when you walk on it, you can't see the end, Deng An is the first time to climb such a majestic giant mountain, it doesn't look like climbing a mountain at all, but it looks like walking on a plateau, because the mountain is really huge.

The huge rocks on the mountain are horizontal, forming a strange landscape, but this is not a pure land, the bands are covered with black mist, the whole world is very dark, and huge bones can be seen from time to time, all of which are left behind after the death of ancient geniuses.

"Brush"

Deng An moved forward cautiously, beware of attacks that could emerge at any time.

Maybe he was too famous and made a big move, but in short, the wind and waves were calm along the way, and no one made a move on him.

"Receive."

In the process of moving forward, Deng An discovered the treasure, and he immediately resorted to the vajra to obtain it.

"Damn, another treasure has fallen into Deng An's clutches."

Those who have been searching here for a few days, but have not obtained a single treasure, are so jealous that their eyes are red.

There are some people who hate Deng An even more, and they have a lot of gains from hating him.

"It's finally at the top."

The Fenbao Cliff is very large, and Deng An went all the way up, and it took several days to reach the top of the mountain and enter the real Fenbao Cliff.

The top of the mountain is huge, like a plateau, not a very small area, where all kinds of boulders are horizontal, strange shapes, as if all kinds of treasures have been petrified.

In fact, there is really such a legend that the ancient saints shed tears and blood, and after many people died, the weapons were arrayed on the Fenbao Cliff.

There is an ancient monument standing, with a few lines engraved on it, warning the world not to make noise here, disturb the sleep of the saints, not to destroy here, and destroy the treasure cliff.

This is a land of silence, and fierce fighting is not allowed.

"Is this true?" One of the beasts asked, not convinced.

An ancient relic who met it kindly reminded: "There is an owl over there who also doesn't believe it, and wants to destroy a boulder, but it turns itself into a puddle of bloody mud." ”

Not far away, a huge fierce spirit fell to the ground, turned into bloody mud, and only some broken bones shimmered with white light, and died a very miserable death.

All the geniuses gasped, and this place was not to be offended.

Even if the ancient saints fall, their sleeping place and hiding place cannot be destroyed.

Many people enter the stone forest to sense and look for treasures, because according to legend, many weapons are hidden in the boulders.

"Look, that boulder is glowing!" Suddenly, many people exclaimed.

A boulder cracked, a treasure light emanated from the cracks, and the stone skin fell off, revealing a treasure.

It was a sword, red as blood, brilliant as a sword, with many runes swirling around it.

"Oh my God, this is a saint's weapon, the legend is true." Someone exclaimed.

In front of the boulder was a fierce beast in the shape of a tiger, it was a fierce beast, and the sword fell in front of it, and it took it.

"It's a pity that the sword is damaged, and it is difficult to show the ancient holy power." Everyone regretted it, and soon found that the sword had actually been broken, and only half of it was left.

But this is enough to shock the world, if this broken sword is good for life and cultivation, it is enough to become a treasure of the town religion.

"Why did it get it?" Someone was not convinced, raised his voice, and rushed forward.

"Phew"

With a soft sound, a terrifying beam of light rose from the Treasure Cliff, shattering the person in an instant, turning him into a cloud of bloody mud.

Everyone gasped, quieted down, and no longer dared to speak.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes were cold, and he swept over everyone.

"We also went into the Stone Forest to communicate with the ancient magic weapons and get our own treasures!" The geniuses of all races had fiery eyes and swarmed in.

"Hopefully something." Deng An also walked in.

A few days later, he was upset, and by this time he had walked through the entire stone forest, but he had not gained anything.

If everyone didn't get anything, then he wouldn't be upset, but the problem was that several creatures had received the Saints' Treasures.

He was not convinced, his strength was obviously stronger than those creatures who got the treasure, why wasn't he the one who got the treasure?

If he wasn't worried about being obliterated by the rules here, he would have wanted to forcibly seize it with King Kong or Bing Zi Secret.

"Deng An has not been recognized by the weapons of the saints."

"Great, he got so many good things before, I thought he was the protagonist of Destiny."

"yes, now I've regained my confidence."

Many people celebrated with their crowns, and if it weren't for the wrong scene, they would have wanted to have a banquet to celebrate.

"System, do you have to have the same bloodline as the original owner of the weapon in order to be recognized by the weapon here?" Deng An asked suspiciously.

He's not guessing—

First, if it is obtained by a hostile force, isn't that a trap for the descendants and race of the original owner? The saint weapons that have been channeled should not do such a stupid thing, right?

Second, in line with the principle that fertile water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, it is very likely that the saint weapons that have been channeled will only choose the descendants and races of the original owner, right?

"Bloodline + Genius." The system confirmed Deng An's guess.

Deng An asked expectantly: "System, can the seventy-two changes in Journey to the West be used in this world?" And can it simulate the bloodline of all races in this world? ”

The system replied, "Yes." ”

Deng An's eyes lit up, as long as he learned the seventy-two transformations, and then transformed into various races, wouldn't the saint weapons here become his bag?