Chapter 1457

The blue and thick Luoluo armor envelops Wang Mang's whole body. The vivid ferocious tiger head mask, the protruding tusks, the dark green vivid tiger eyes, and even the unique black scale patterns on the armor match the shape of the ancient beast Luoluo!

"Crack Wang Mang gently clenched his fist, and the air was violently dispersed by the closed fingers. After the transformation of Hualongchi, Wang Mang's detached body has reached a frightening level.

What is the concept of nearly 500 tons of physical strength?! It's no exaggeration to say that Wang Mang can crack a kilometer high mountain with one punch!

What's more, Wang Mang's metamorphosis is far more powerful than what he came to. His fingerbones are dark and deep, and the hardness can match that magic weapon dragon halberd. With this armor on his body, his self-confidence is expanding unprecedentedly at this moment.

"Tortoise demon, doesn't this armor need any blood to recognize its owner?"

"Sir, it's not so cumbersome to recognize the master with this armor. If you can wear this armor, it means that you have been recognized as the master by the soul of Luo Luo in this armor... If you experience several bloody battles, the spirit of this armor will naturally communicate with you."

Wang Mang nodded his head after hearing the words clearly, which was novel. "Turtle demon, you said that besides this armor, there is another cultivation method? Can you show me around? "

The tortoise demon flattered and agreed, and said with a smile: "I want you to be satisfied. In fact, I have seen you.

It's more like explaining how to wear this armor to fight. It's like dividing into three realms. You can understand it as soon as you look at it. "

The tortoise demon led Wang Mang into a bamboo building full of bamboo slips and books. From a corner of the dusty bookcase, he took out a roll of dusty sheepskin. The sheepskin was mottled and yellow, and there were broken marks on the corners. On the surface of the sheepskin made of nitrate, there were clear small print.

The tortoise demon picked up the roll of sheepskin and gently blew the two wisps of whiskers on its mouth. The dust on the sheepskin seemed to be removed instantly, and the mottled surface was clean again.

The tortoise demon flattered and patted the sheepskin roll in his hands, respectfully handed the seven or eight sheepskins over his head.

Wang Mang took one curiously, spread it out and looked at it carefully. The clear and small characters in traditional Chinese densely covered the whole sheepskin. Wang Mang frowned and read it carefully, murmuring from time to time.

This skill is really not simple. There are so many rare words that even reading is a problem, let alone understanding.

The tortoise demon seemed to see the boredom in Wang Mang's heart, and said with understanding: "uncle, the words on this scroll are hundreds of years old, which is very different from today's human words.

But... If you have a hard time reading, you can drop a few drops of blood on the scroll, and then burn it with your own Yang fire. The words in the scroll will naturally enter your mind. "

After hearing this, Wang Mang looked at the turtle demon with a trace of admiration in his eyes. Although the turtle demon was small and not amazing, the knowledge in his brain was as vast and profound as the ocean.

Wang Mang folded the seven or eight pieces of sheepskin in order. His heart moved. The hand armor covered with Luoluo armor was removed. The fingertip of his right index finger suddenly made a cut, and the red blood fell on the pale yellow sheepskin drop by drop.