"The Mo family has three major treasures of tribe-suppressing tribes, the Dragon Locking Mace, the Sumeru Peak and the Lihen Flame Wheel. Each one has earth-shaking power. It is said to be a copy of the immortal weapon, almost no less than the holy weapon. The one in the hands of the boy Mo Shanqing is the Dragon Locking Mace." Old man Tian Bohe said while stroking his beard.

"An imitation of immortal artifacts?" Not only Xu Yu, but also Xu Qingyuan, Li Zhongxuan and others were shocked. The name of immortal artifacts is too big, and it is not something that belongs to this world.

"That golden mace is actually such a big background?" Xu Yu was a little anxious, "Senior, then you should take action quickly. It's very difficult for my brother to face the golden mace."

"It's okay, in my opinion, the fight just now was just a test. Your brother still has the means to not use it, it's just a sharpening of him. If I take action rashly, it will be unbeautiful." The old man touched his beard and smiled.

In Tian Bohe's opinion, Xu Yang is better at a disadvantage. At the critical moment, Xu Yang will definitely beg him to take action and destroy Mo Shanqing. This not only avenged some of the hatred, but also fulfilled one of the three things that promised Xu Yang, killing two birds with one stone. The old man Tian Bohe has been trapped in the Mo family dungeon for many years, and his abacus is better than anyone else.

As for the so-called tempering, it is just an excuse from Tianbohe.

Xu Yang also heard Tian Bohe’s explanation of the three major tribe treasures of the Mo family. He smiled slightly and said to Mo Shanqing: “Immortal artifact imitation? What a big name, why not sacrifice the remaining two treasures, Xumi Peak and Lihen Flame Wheel?”

Mo Shanqing sneered: "Why do you need three treasures to deal with you? The dragon lock mace is enough!"

His wrist trembled, and the golden dragon-locking mace shook violently again. Another golden dragon carved into a long dragon, spreading its teeth and claws, and pounced towards Xu Yang.

During the flying pounce, the golden dragon directly transforms into two, two, and four, transforming into a group of dragons to split and kill.

Xu Yang's eyes turned cold, and in the blood-drinking sword treasure light, blood light rushed up all over the sky, and blood souls unconsciously walked out of the sea of ​​blood and rushed towards the golden dragons.

"Blood Soul Resurrection. Explode!"

Xu Yang's thoughts moved, and his blood soul rushed forward one after another, launching a tragic self-destruction towards the golden dragon. The power of the Xuanzong-level residual soul. The explosion was fine, but it only shocked the dragons transformed into the dragon lock mace; and the power of the Xuanjun residual soul explosion was terrifying, which damaged the original body of the Dragon Lock Mace.

Mo Shanqing felt the painful moan of the spirit of the treasure-suppressing clan's treasure-suppressing weapon at the first time, and his face changed. He hurriedly pulled the dragon-locking mace back and looked at it intently. The divine light carved by the dragon head was a little depressed.

"What a courage!" Mo Shanqing was furious and took back the dragon lock mace. He threw his hand and a conical peak flew out, rising in the wind, and the diameter of the base reached a thousand feet in the blink of an eye!

"Summer Peak?"

Xu Yang did not dare to neglect. An ancient sword tip emerged from his fingertips. A golden light shone brightly. A ray of holy power spread invisibly in the field.

The Sumeru Peak, which was heavy for countless pounds, was held back by a faint golden light and could not fall.

"This is... a real holy weapon!" Old Man Tian Bohe rubbed his mung bean-like eyes and murmured, "His grandma, I knew this kid had a trump card... I didn't expect it to be a holy weapon! Now that I'm playing, it's impossible to control a holy weapon without the inheritance of the World Honored One or the Saint..."

"Moshanqing, die!" Xu Yang felt that there seemed to be a small black hole in his body, and the mysterious power and blood energy in his body rushed into the holy sword. He tried his best to swing the Qianyuan Sword, and a crescent moon slowly bounced up from the sword's edge, and flew towards Moshanqing.

"Holy Technique, a holy Technique controlled by the holy sword!" Mo Shanqing felt a great pressure. In an instant, his body was shocked by the holy power, as if it was a small insect that was spread out its wings and stared at by a mantis, or a frog stared by a snake. He didn't even have the courage to move.

The Sumeru Peak in the air lost its dominant leader and quickly shrank, turning into a stream of light and falling down.

The arc flashed, and Tian Bohe's figure suddenly appeared above Xu Yang's head, bringing the shrinking Sumeru Peak back, and then flew back to its original position. His hand suddenly touched the Sumeru Peak, and ancient and mysterious runes flashed and changed on this treasure. Then, Tian Bohe threw Sumeru Peak to Xu Yu: "Miss, you have a good heart, and you will naturally be rewarded. This treasure has been refined and changed to my master, and I have also stored three mysterious powers in it. Look at who is unhappy, just smash it over with one brick. Even ordinary princes can guarantee that he will suffer a big loss, hehehe."

Xu Yu took the Sumeru Peak and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Senior God."

Li Zhongxuan and Xu Qingyuan looked at each other and were shocked. Tian Bohe could come and go freely in the wisp of holy power released outside Xu Yang's holy sword, which shows his great strength.

"The Great Ri Qianyuan Sword, the sixth style, a hundred tribulations!"

The crescent-like light, wrapped in magnificent power, surrounds Moshanqing, spins rapidly, making a shrill buzzing sound.

"Haha, the Mo family is going to lose their lord this time. The head of the Xuan King-level family was ruined by a young man in his twenties. Within a hundred years, the Mo family could not even look up, hahahaha!" Tian Bohe looked very happy.

Suddenly, clouds rolled in the sky, and a tall and thin figure shot quickly, waved his sleeves, and a mysterious force shot out, absorbing Mo Shanqing.

Of course, the Baijie Sword Light will not stop easily, and it will chase after it as fast as lightning, imprinting behind Moshanqing.

"Bold!" The tall and thin figure let out an angry shout, and made a dazzling golden light.

That world seemed to obey the command of this tall and thin figure, and the power of the world burst out in the golden light, forming an oval protective cover that tightly wrapped Moshanqing inside.

Immediately afterwards, the divine power of the Hundred Tribulations Sword Light exploded.

Around Moshanqing, crescent-shaped divine lights lit up, as if an invisible god in the void was casting spells and chanting spells, shooting out devastating crescent-shaped lights, attacking Moshanqing. A hundred kalpas are returned to one, this is the magical power of this Dari Qianyuan Sword.

The oval golden light shield suddenly showed countless cracks. The tall and thin figure was shocked, then bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, condensed into a strange symbol dripping in the air, sank into the golden light shield, which stabilized it.

Xu Yang had already taken back the Qianyuan Sword. He did not fully control this holy weapon now. Every time he used it, he consumed all his power. His eyes were now open and closed, standing in the air, relying on the power of forty-eight angry talismans to absorb mysterious power to provide his own recovery.
Chapter completed!