Chapter 158: The Power of the Dragon Lance
"What's that?"
"Lingbao?"
"Hmph, even a high-grade spirit treasure can't stop so many of us from attacking at the same time!"
Seeing Wei Yuan take out the dragon ring, those martial artists couldn't help but feel a little weak, after all, before, Wei Yuan killed more than a dozen people by himself, and it was precisely because the other party was strong and ruthless that they would unite against Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan flicked his arm, and the dragon ring came out of his hand, and the twelve people gathered their Yuan Force one after another to display their most powerful martial arts.
But Wei Yuan's target was not them, the moment the dragon binding circle rose into the air, the little fire dragon that was scurrying around seemed to see something terrible, and wanted to run away.
But in the end, it was still sucked back by the powerful suction released by the dragon binding circle, and the moment the little fire dragon touched the dragon binding circle, it immediately changed back to the appearance of the Hell Rock Dragon Spear, and the dragon binding circle was firmly bound to the tail of the spear.
This change happened in the lightning and flint, and those martial artists were still using their martial arts, and they didn't react at all.
By the time they reacted, the Prison Rock Dragon Spear was already in Wei Yuan's hand.
"Hmph, you think you just need to catch it? If you want to completely control its power, you must plant a brand, and you can't do it in ten days and half a month! β
The black-robed young man who was the leader sneered, he was strongly rejected by the Prison Rock Dragon Spear when he was branding, and he was replaced by Wei Yuan, and the same was true.
"Oh? Is it? β
Wei Yuan smiled faintly, and the power of the Heavenly Demon Pill poured out of his body, infusing the body of the spear, and immediately, the body of the spear shook violently.
But soon, that kind of shaking was calm, it seemed that in the face of that kind of power, the Prison Rock Dragon Lance did not resist too much, or rather, in the face of that kind of power, the Prison Rock Dragon Lance could not raise the courage to resist!
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This kind of power is not something that a single spiritual martial can resist, even if it is a spiritual martial made from Hell Rock!
Then, under the gaze of the twelve gazes, a purple brand appeared on the body of the spear.
Rumble!
The moment the imprint appeared, a blazing and surging force erupted from the body of the gun, and was transmitted from Wei Yuan's palm to Wei Yuan's body in waves.
"What a powerful force!"
Wei Yuan couldn't help but sigh, only by planting the brand could he truly integrate with the weapon and burst out the true power of the Hellrock Dragon Lance!
"How is that possible?!" The black-robed young man's eyes widened.
Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the other people also became wide-eyed, they fought hard for a long time, but they were still branded by Wei Yuan?
"Boy, you're looking for death!"
"How can someone like you be able to control such a divine weapon as the Hell Rock Dragon Spear?"
Wei Yuan smiled when he heard this, "If you can't control it, won't you know if you can try it?" β
"Let's do it! Kill him, and there will always be a way to erase the mark! The black-robed young man still refused to give up.
In the hearts of those people, there was also a strong unwillingness, so the twelve people shot at the same time, and the Yuan Force within a hundred zhang range behind them roared out like a hideous angry beast.
In the face of the joint offensive of the twelve, Wei Yuan did not dare to be careless, he clenched the Prison Rock Dragon Spear, but his eyes were surging with surging battle intent.
But all strange stones have characteristics, such as the Xuanzhong rod in Chu He's hand, it has the characteristics of being light and heavy, and it can suddenly increase the weight of the Xuanzhong stick under a single blow, and burst out ten times more powerful.
And the characteristics of the Prison Rock are also clear after Wei Yuan planted the brand on the Prison Rock Dragon Lance.
Hell Rock is actually a scarce ore buried deep underground, because it has been soaked and washed by scorching magma all year round, so the texture of this ore is extremely hard, and it also seeps into the power of magma.
Therefore, the characteristic of Hell Rock is that it can mobilize the power of terrifying magma!
Wei Yuan licked his lips hotly, this Hell Rock Dragon Spear could easily shatter his Stone-Splitting Spear just by virtue of the hardness of the material, if it attracted the power of this underground origin magma, what kind of power would it burst out?
His gaze burned at the twelve men in front of him, his hands clasped horizontally, and then he spun his spear like a windmill.
Whew!
At this moment, the flame patterns on the body of the spear accelerated and rotated, and the tip of the spear erupted with scorching magma, and under such high-speed rotation, a wall made of underground magma was directly formed in front of Wei Yuan's body.
In the next moment, the attacks of the twelve people came one after another, bombarding the barrier of the flowing magma, as if they were stuck in a deep swamp, and dull sounds came out one after another.
Those Yuan Force offensives were all swallowed by the magma, and then turned into the nourishment of the magma, increasing the thickness and range of the magma wall.
This punch was like hitting cotton, and it didn't stir up any waves.
"What?!"
The faces of the twelve people all showed a deep look of shock.
"This Hell Rock Dragon Lance is really a treasure!" Fan Yan's eyes were envious.
Murong Qing's eyes were also shining, "The quality of this Hell Rock Dragon Spear can reach the top few of the high-level spirit martial arts casually, and even among all the high-level spirit martial arts." β
"Is it over? It's my turn! β
Wei Yuan grinned, then grabbed the spear with both hands and swept it out with great force.
Call!
Under the sweep of a gun, the magma barrier in front of Wei Yuan suddenly shrank into a magma river, and under the guidance of the tip of the spear, it turned into a magma dragon and slammed into the twelve people.
"Hmph, is it possible that there are twelve of me, and I can't block the attack of you alone?"
Under the call of the black-robed youth, twelve people mobilized Yuan Force at the same time, and an incomparably huge wall of Yuan Force stood in front of him.
Roar!
Seeing this huge wall made of Yuan Li, the magma dragon roared, and then slammed into it in anger.
Rumble!
The magma was everywhere, and the rising heat wave directly evaporated the rain that had not yet fallen, and the whole sky was suddenly foggy.
When the fog dissipated, the people on the ground looked intently, and the giant wall of Yuanli stood tall.
In the end, it was the defense that the twelve Nine Realms jointly arranged, and Wei Yuan's powerful blow was actually blocked by them.
However, the magma dragon also did not dissipate, and was still desperately rambling, but there was no sign of a breakthrough.
"Hahahaha, boy, you're too naΓ―ve! Do you really think that if you get the Prison Rock Dragon Lance, you can single-handedly pick up so many of us? The black-robed young man laughed.
Looking at this murderer who killed Master Zheng, Wei Yuan was full of anger in his heart, holding the gun with both hands, and stomped heavily under his feet, and the air was trampled by him.
With a roar of rage, Wei Yuan swept away thousands of armies with a single shot!
"Break it for me!"
Another magma shot in, and the magma dragon's body swelled in a circle, and then it raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, wrapped in the endless anger of its master, with the momentum of seeing death as home, and slammed into the giant wall of Yuan Li.
Click!
Under this impact, a crack appeared in the giant wall of Yuan Force, under the twelve terrifying gazes.
Then two, three, four...... Later, dense cracks filled the entire Yuanli Giant Wall, and with a bang, the Yuanli Giant Wall exploded.
The twelve figures, led by the black-robed youth, all spat blood from their mouths, and flew out upside down in unison.
Suddenly, the entire imperial city fell into a deathly silence.