Under the ravages of the river of magma, cracks began to appear on the surface of the Buddha and Demon Domain, as if it would crack at any moment. This scene made Zhuo Wen terrified.

Although the Nine Kowtows before the Buddha and the Ten Jedi before the Devil contain nine moves of Buddhist and Taoist skills, ten moves of Demonic Way skills.

But after all, Zhuo Wen has not been exposed to these two skills for a long time, and only Er Koutian and Er Jedi can be used proficiently. As for San Koutian and Three Jedi, he has not fully understood them.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the realm of Buddha and demons finally collapsed, and the endless river of magma, like a wild beast, snatched Zhuo Wen away, trying to crush him into pieces.

"As expected of a heaven-defying holy weapon, it seems that we can only use this."

Looking at the long river of magma rushing in, Zhuo Wen's face turned pale. The power of this long river is really terrifying. If you don't use the same level of heaven-defying holy treasure, I'm afraid it's really hard to resist.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen flicked his fingers, and a simple and unpretentious tile appeared in front of him, and a heaven-defying holy power soared into the sky, as if it wanted to pierce the sky.

Amidst the heaven-defying majesty, a majestic figure stepped out one step at a time.

As soon as this figure appeared, the giant fan-like hand blasted out, and the magma that wrapped Zhuowen all collapsed and dissipated into countless powders.

At the same time, this sky-defying holy power soared upwards, and the impacting Ling Tunling Lava River retreated again and again, and that eyeball was full of shock and anger.

"Heaven-defying holy treasure, I didn't expect that you, a mere peek into the mysterious holy realm, would have such a level of holy treasure on your body." Qi Ling's voice was a little passionate.

Zhuo Wen made a move with his right hand, and the tile was taken into his hand. Looking at the slightly dim tile, Zhuo Wen's heart twitched and his heart ached.

This Holy Treasure is not a holy weapon, once used, the heaven-defying holy aggregates contained in it will be reduced by one point, and it will not recover on its own like a holy weapon.

"I have accepted your three moves. According to the agreement, you should come with me, little guy?"

Zhuo Wen calmly stared at the Qi Ling of the Swallowing Lava River, and the latter was silent for a moment, and that eyeball turned into magma and merged into the long river.

The long river of magma rushed to Zhuowen's body, turning into a rock-striped belt around his waist.

"Your talent is good, so I will follow you first, but don't try to let me recognize you as the master. When you really have enough strength, I will recognize you as the master. The condition is that you help me become a fairy weapon."

A divine thought sounded from Zhuowen's mind, and Zhuowen knew that it was the voice of the Artifact Spirit of the Swallowing Magma River.

"That's natural!"

Zhuo Wen replied, and his eyes fell on the second heaven-defying sacred weapon. This heaven-defying sacred weapon is a small sword with only three feet and three feet. If you don't pay attention to it, you may think it is a dagger , but this small sword is still longer than the dagger.

The surface of the small sword is painted with dense blood-colored lines, which looks like a sacrificial weapon.

"The sword of sacrifice, the sword of sacrifice to all spirits, the sword of sacrifice that has slaughtered thousands of living beings and sacrificed them to the gods. There are dense blood marks drawn on the sword body, which are the blood of all spirits. Annihilation of all souls."

A message came into Zhuo Wen's mind from the light group. He knew that the heaven-defying sacred weapon in front of him was called the Sword of Ten Thousand Sacrifice, a powerful sacred weapon used to sacrifice all spirits before the ages.

However, the aura on the Sword of Ten Thousand Sacrifice is still somewhat weaker than that of the Swallowing Lava River.

Obviously, the master of the Sword of Wanji might be slightly weaker than the Spirit-Tuning Magma River, otherwise it is also a heaven-defying holy weapon, but the breath of the Sword of Wanji is weaker than that of the Swallowing Magma River.

"I'm not good at wielding swords. This Sword of Ten Thousand Sacrifice is more suitable for my father. I'll just hand it over to my father when the time comes."

Zhuowen murmured in a low voice, and immediately used the method of thunder to suppress the sword of Wanji in the light group.

Speaking of it, there is also a weapon spirit in the Sword of Ten Thousand Sacrifice, but the spiritual intelligence of this weapon is obviously much lower than that of the Swallowing Magma River, and even the language is vague, and the words are not very clear.

Therefore, during the suppression process, Zhuo Wen seemed quite relaxed, not as troublesome as suppressing the Swallowing Magma River.

After putting away the Sword of Ten Thousand Sacrifice, Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the remaining eight heavenly sacred artifacts. Three of the eight heavenly sacred artifacts belonged to the holy realm of the sun sky, and five pieces belonged to the holy realm of the cloudy sky.

Zhuo Wen found a defensive soft armor from the three Yangtian holy artifacts, so he put it away and planned to give it to Long Xiaotian.

His Soul Swallowing Lava River has both attack and defense, so Zhuowen doesn't have much desire for defensive holy artifacts.

As for the remaining Heavenly Saint Artifacts, Zhuo Wen did not put them away. These Heavenly Saint Artifacts, he plans to wait for the Long Family to continue to grow and develop. If there is another Saint of Heavenly Saint level in the future, he will reward them as appropriate. .

Of course, he also knows that it is more difficult to become a Heavenly Sage than a Profound Sage. Some people may not be able to break through from Profound Sage to Heavenly Sage for thousands of years, but he still has a glimmer of hope for the Long family. Perhaps the younger generation may turn out to be a peerless genius.

After leaving the treasure hall, Zhuo Wen went to the pharmacy again, and collected all the top-notch elixir on the fourth floor of the pharmacy into the spirit ring.

Compared with the top-grade elixir on the third floor, the number of top-grade elixir on the fourth floor is extremely rare. Among them, the number of porcelain bottles neatly arranged on the shelves around them does not exceed fifty bottles in total.

And the rare and pitiful elixir in each porcelain bottle.

However, the top-grade elixir is not comparable to the top-grade elixir after all, and its medicinal effect can already have a great effect on saints of the Xuansheng level, which is by no means comparable to the top-grade elixir.

However, what made Zhuowen helpless was that the unique elixir on the fourth floor had far less effect on him than on ordinary Xuansheng. JrNovels.com