According to the direction, Mo Wuxian and the little prince rode west for about ten miles.

It is surrounded by dilapidated stone chamber buildings, with no high-rise buildings, and it looks trembling and feeling like it has collapsed.

Suddenly, Mo Wuxian felt a flash of thought from him, and his face changed slightly. His mental power is the realm of the Martial Emperor, and the one who glances at him is only the Martial Saint. So, following the direction of this mental power, he suddenly found eight old men in the dilapidated house, scattered and formed a circle. Of course, his Martial Emperor Mental Power was something that the Martial Saint could not discover.

The little prince walked towards a stone room, which was the center point of the eight old men.

In an instant, Mo Wuxian understood that these eight martial saints were protecting the red-clothed cannons. But where would the redcoat cannon be in such a dilapidated place?

Following the little prince, the little prince pushed open a stone door, entered a room, and then turned the bracket, and the stone room opened the ground with a click, revealing a thirty-degree slope, leading straight below.

"Brother, this is the secret of my Zhantan tribe, you promise not to leak it, otherwise, my father will definitely send troops to attack Qingxia Mountain!" The little prince seemed to suddenly think of something to be afraid of, reminding Mo Wuxie.

Mo Wuxie is a guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and I wish you were beaten to the death. However, he still nodded in agreement.

Entering the ramp, it was immediately dark below, and another door was in the way.

The little prince turned his head again, and with another click, the gate was lifted.

The thickness of the stone gate made Mo Wuxian staggering, at least a meter thick.

The gate is ten meters high and about twenty meters long.

A cool breath came out, and the torches inside suddenly lit up with a hula sound, illuminating everything.

It turned out to be a large circular space, with dry floors, stone bricks on all sides, and countless torches hanging from it. In the middle of this stone chamber, there is a behemoth!

"Cannon!" Mo Wuxian exclaimed.

The cannon was a bit too large, sitting on a massive chariot with a circular compass at the base that seemed to turn the direction of the cannon. The barrel of the cannon is about five meters long and half a meter in diameter, dark and shiny. In particular, the swarthy barrel of the cannon can make people feel the fear of the soul, and it seems that there is a huge amount of energy in it. Suddenly, Mo Wuxian thought of the moment he came to this world, and his heart was terrified. Yes, he was sent by missiles, and there were no bones left, only the soul was protected by the tomb of the gods and came to the otherworldly realm.

The gun carriage is more elaborate, with many compasses, some of which are used to adjust the height of the barrel, and some of which are used for aiming......

Mo Wuxie's heart palpitated for a while, and the barrel of the cannon made him feel cold all over, like a man's back!

"How did this thing fire?" he couldn't help but ask.

Every time the little prince sees this guy, he is involuntarily obsessed and full of pride.

He said proudly: "The red-coated cannon fires energy, and the energy is red, so it is called the red-coated cannon." Have you ever heard of the Demon Core?"

Mo Wuxian shook his head, to be honest, this was the first time he had heard it.

The little prince continued: "Generally speaking, the demon core is the cultivation core of the demonic beast, this is the gathering point of all the energy of the demonic beast, just like the sea of qi of our human beings!"

This is not difficult to understand, I heard Yuanyuan say about this matter, Warcraft can be transformed into a human when they cultivate to the king level, but what she didn't say is that once each Warcraft cultivates to the level of the Martial Emperor equivalent to a human being, it will produce a demon core, and the Beast King is naturally extremely powerful. The Demon Core is taken, which means the death of the Demon Beast.

"Does this have anything to do with firing the Red Cannon?" he really couldn't figure it out!

The little prince continued: "This cannon has a magic core energy conversion device set up by the noble spirit human race, put the magic core into it, and by transforming the energy, you can release the energy light pillar and destroy everything!"

Mo Wuxie's heart was palpitating, this thing was too powerful, even the launch device was so superb, the person who designed this guy was definitely a genius in decision. He asked again, "Does it mean that the more advanced the demon core, the more powerful the energy emitted?"

The little prince nodded and said: "Brother, you are very smart! If it is the magic core of the beast king, hehe, you can kill a martial god with one shot, and you can also fire several times in a row, you say it's amazing!"

Mo Wuxian was shocked, the news was too shocking for him. If this kind of artillery is pulled through the war, won't it be invincible and invincible?

He was secretly glad that he had gotten the news one step earlier and could take further precautions, if this kind of thing was a surprise soldier, he believed that the Zhenbei Army would collapse. In other words, if a cannon takes away 10,000 soldiers, and the generals are killed, can this war still be fought?

"Little Wangye, how many red-clothed cannons are there?" This is the question he cares about, if there are thousands of eight, the world will be over.

In order to carry forward the great pride of their Zhantan tribe, the little prince continued: "So far, one in one state, that is, there are twelve, oh, no, I don't know how many noble spirit human races there are!"

Twelve? Mo Wuxian finally knew how sensational this matter was. Excuse me, how many strong people in the Martial Dao Empire are enough to kill? Excuse me, if they are given thousands of high-grade demon cores, what will be the consequences? They can sweep away the entire world!

However, next, what the little prince said made him relax slightly. The little prince said: "Hey, the red-clothed cannon is powerful, but it's a pity, it's a pity." Do you know how rare this magic core is? Especially the Supreme Demon Beast, it is an existence that defies the sky, and it is difficult to defeat them, let alone get their magic core! So far, we have a lot of low-level demon cores, and as for the eighth-level ones, at least I haven't heard of them!"

The sixth-level demonic beast is equivalent to the cultivation of the martial saint, the seventh-level is the martial emperor, the eighth-level is the martial god, and the ninth-level is the beast king, which is equivalent to the martial arts.

Mo Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of cannon finally had shackles. Suddenly, he thought of something, and he relaxed a little. In the Martial Spirit Continent, the largest gathering place of demonic beasts is the Demonic Beast Forest in the southern part of the Martial Arts Empire, that is to say, if the Spirit Kingdom wants to obtain a large number of demonic cores, it must go to the Demonic Beast Forest. It's not just that they can reach the Warcraft Forest, but even if they do, they may have to pay a heavy price!

His eyes lit up again, and the fog in front of him cleared.

The demonic beasts of the Apocalypse Mountain Range suddenly disappeared, and it seemed that they had nothing to do with collecting the demon core. As soon as the Danchen Pavilion was destroyed, they set out, this was a war that had been planned for a long time!

"How is it, brother, isn't the red-coated cannon of our Zhantan tribe very powerful?"

Mo Wuxian nodded and praised: "This is epoch-making progress, a real weapon of war!"

The little prince kept groping around the red-clothed cannon, as if this was his life.

Mo Wuxian thought about it again, since Dongfang Undefeated was eager to borrow the red-clothed cannon, did it mean that there was a demon core of an eighth-level or even ninth-level demonic beast?

The red-coated cannon must not be taken by the East undefeated!

He already knew in his heart that the red-clothed cannon, the East was undefeated and couldn't get it, so he would get a few to go back to study and study!