Su Zimo fell silent.

When the words 'Burial Dragon Valley' were mentioned, not only Li Ziyue, but even he felt a chill.

It was as if in the darkness, there was a pair of eyes staring at them, creepy and chilling!

Su Zimo shook his head and calmed down.

The emperor shed blood, the ancestor fell, and buried the dragon.

In this ominous place, there must be many unknowable dangers, and even the combined power can't get out, and he, a Jindan real person, naturally won't risk his life.

But the four spiritual grasses of Yulin Flower, Purple Cloud Ganoderma lucidum, Millennium Blood Ginseng, and Qianyuan Grass are too rare, where should I look for them now?

Waudan is too important to the bad old man.

Without this elixir, the bad old man would either take great risks to try to break through, or he could only wait for Shouyuan to dry up and his qi and blood decay and die.

Su Zimo paced, frowning and pondering.

He hadn't gone far when he suddenly felt something under his feet, and he smacked for a moment, with a faint pain.

Su Zimo didn't take it seriously, continued to walk, and after a while, he sighed lightly.

His physical body, even if he doesn't run the inner pill and doesn't explode qi and blood, the hardness alone is not much better than that of a divine weapon.

What is there that makes him feel pain?

Treasure?

Ten thousand years ago, the imperial capital collapsed overnight, and the two major temples were removed, and I don't know how many treasures were buried in the ruins.

It's just that along the way, Su Zimo has never appeared.

At present, this forbidden land of the Imperial Palace is very unusual, and there are some heavy treasures buried, but it is very possible!

Su Zimo turned around and walked back, and after a dozen steps, he paused, his eyes were clear, staring at the ground under his feet.

In the midst of the rubble and dust, there was an iron bulge that shimmered with a dark green light.

Su Zimo frowned slightly, waved the sleeves of his robe, brushed away the rubble around him, and the iron pieces were exposed a lot, as if they were the handle of something.

Su Zimo grabbed this handle and pulled it outward.

"Huh?"

Su Zimo's expression changed slightly.

The unknown thing sank into the dust and ruins, only slightly loosened!

Su Zimo stretched out his free hands, his eyes lit up, he stepped forward and grabbed the iron block, the blood veins in his body rose, he used all his strength, roared, and lifted it upwards violently!

Thundered!

The ground trembled violently, and it almost fell into it!

Breaking through the dust and burial, a huge artifact gradually revealed its true face.

This is a bronze tripod.

Ding is the most mysterious artifact on the Tianhuang 6.

In the cultivation realm, the four weapons of the tripod, furnace, tower, and bell are not easy to control, and none of them are sharp, and most of the monks who can control these four weapons are not easy to provoke.

The four types of weapons have one thing in common.

There is space inside.

Creatures or other weapons can be detained and suppressed.

The four weapons, intertwined with different Dao and Dharma, contain different mysterious powers in themselves, which are amazingly big!

Like a clock, it contains the power of sound.

In the temples of the Xiuzhen realm, there are generally Buddhist bells.

The big bell rang, the Sanskrit sound reverberate, and the demons and monsters did not dare to approach at all!

And the furnace, when cast, has the power of incineration!

Among them, the tripod is a symbol of dignity and strength.

Ding, the heavy weapon of the country, the heavy weapon of the road, suppress it, can stabilize the four seas and eight wildernesses!

The status is supreme, the power is supreme!

Most of the 'tripods' in the cultivation realm are three-legged round tripods.

Three-legged ears and one tripod, vaguely, in line with the principle of heaven and earth, the avenue is mysterious.

And the tripod in front of him is a four-legged square tripod.

The four-legged square tripod is not as round as the three groups of round tripods, so close to the avenue, but it is angular and angular, standing between heaven and earth, and this piece of heaven and earth is incompatible.

But it is this kind of angular body that looks particularly domineering and magnificent!

Heaven will not allow me, I will break this day!

The earth will not let me, and I will crush it!

Heaven and earth can't accommodate me, I am my own world!

The four-legged square tripod is very similar to Su Zimo's temperament.

This bronze square tripod is more than one meter high, standing in front of Su Zimo's eyes, exuding an ancient atmosphere, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

It's a pity that this bronze Fang Ding doesn't know what it has experienced, the tripod is full of cracks, dense, dull, and has been destroyed.

"It's a pity. ”

Xuan Yi shook his head and sighed lightly: "This bronze tripod, back then, I am afraid it was also a great weapon. Now that it is destroyed like this, even an innate spirit weapon is useless. ”

In Su Zimo's storage bag, there were also several destroyed innate spirit weapons.

For example, the Xuanjin Silk Armor, although it was destroyed and the spirit pattern collapsed, the armor itself was unharmed, and a broken innate spirit pattern was left.

And the bronze square tripod in front of him, the body of the tripod is almost broken, and there is no possibility of repair.

I'm afraid that if I bump into it casually, this bronze square tripod will be scattered into a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.

Su Zimo smiled self-deprecatingly, and said secretly: "It's that I think too much, tens of thousands of years have passed, even if there is a heavy treasure, I'm afraid it has already been picked up by others, how can it be left to me." ”

Su Zimo was about to turn around and leave, but he frowned again, staring at the bronze Fang Ding in front of him, his eyes flickering and thoughtful.

After a while, Su Zimo gradually narrowed his eyes, suddenly burst out two divine lights, took a deep breath, exhaled and opened his voice, carried the blood, and hit the bronze square tripod with a heavy punch!

While!

Fists collide.

There was no muffled sound of colliding flesh and blood, but there was a burst of Jin Ge fighting, which echoed endlessly!

The bronze square tripod pattern does not move at all.

Su Zimo didn't leave his hand this time.

Even if it was an intact high-grade spiritual weapon, it was enough to be shattered to pieces!

Su Zimo remained silent, slapped his palm in the storage bag, and directly sacrificed the coiled dragon seal.

Su Zimo's thoughts are very clear.

He just wants to try this bronze square tripod!

Moreover, it is to try the innate spirit weapon!

Anyway, this bronze square tripod has also been broken and useless, even if it is smashed by the coiling dragon seal, there is no pity.

If the dragon seal can't be smashed......

Su Zimo threw the Panlong Seal upward, ran the golden pill, and shot out a burst of spiritual power from his fingertips, submerging into the Panlong Seal.

The Coiling Dragon Seal shines brightly!

The six spirit patterns flickered continuously, bursting out with thousands of golden lights, like a round of scorching sun!

In the Foundation Building Realm, Su Zimo couldn't wield the true power of the innate spirit weapon.

And now, the power of Jindan is injected into the Panlong Seal, and the mutation is sudden! .

The divine dragon entrenched above, in the endless golden light, actually came to life, raised its head to the sky and roared, and burst out with a high-pitched dragon groan!

Almost at the same time.

Many monks such as the Star Moon Sect, the Shadowless Gate, and the Fire Cloud Valley who had just entered the Imperial Palace were aware of it, and felt the fluctuations of spiritual power bursting out from the depths of the Imperial Palace.

Many monks looked around, and faintly saw that under the night sky, the golden light was shining!

Qianxingyu rose into the air, his eyes were deep, he looked at the direction where the golden light came from, his eyes lit up, and he chuckled: "Sure enough, a heavy treasure was born! With this heavy treasure, in the ancient battlefield twenty years later, I can rank in the top 100 of the vision list!"

"It turned out to be an innate spirit weapon!"

In the darkness, Mo Xiaofeng's body was shocked, and his eyes became hot.

Huoyun Valley Wang Yan looked up to the sky and laughed, no longer hiding his figure, he stood in the air, his eyes looked at the direction of the Xingyue Sect and the Shadowless Gate unscrupulously, and said loudly: "I want this innate spirit weapon!"

"Heavy treasure is born, everyone depends on their ability!"

Qian Xingyu sneered, his body moved, and he galloped towards the depths of the Imperial Palace.

Many monks from the Shadowless Gate and the Fire Cloud Valley also set off one after another.

(End of chapter)

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