Chapter 203

The chance of the royal family of the state of Jiang may also be said to be this thing.

At that time, when Jiang Weisheng was hiding here, he inadvertently disclosed one or two to his younger generation, but was mistaken for leaving an opportunity.

However, as a country's opportunity, if he really wants to leave anything, why should he hide it in this spiritual vein!

In fact, this is the treasure he prepared for his birth. He hid it here specially and raised it with the aura of heaven and earth. However, it is now picked up by Yang Xuan.

This brocade box is only the size of an adult's head. It's light enough to hold it with one hand.

Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment and opened it.

Inside the brocade box, two fist sized light balls are suspended there. There is nothing else.

"What is this?"

Yang Xuan frowned. There was a fault in his memory, which led him to know nothing about the items.

To be on the safe side, he first scanned it with divine consciousness, and his face immediately became strange.

In the induction of his divine consciousness, there was a spiritual liquid in each of the two lights. However, this spiritual liquid was not the other spiritual liquid, and his divine consciousness could not penetrate.

After hesitating for a moment, he suspended the brocade box in the air, then attached his hands with spiritual power and took out the two lights.

As soon as I took it out, it suddenly changed.

The surrounding light seemed to have nothing, and the two regiments of spiritual liquid suddenly landed on his hands, and then quickly dispersed and wriggled, as if to wrap his hands.

Yang Xuan was surprised and hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power to try to block it, but the spiritual liquid seemed to ignore his spiritual power and still squirmed around.

However, after two breaths, his hands were completely covered by the spirit liquid.

This liquid was almost transparent. After the package was completed, it was a flash of light and disappeared completely.

Yang Xuan frowned and tried to hold his fist, but he didn't feel anything, as if everything was just an illusion.

He looked at it with divine consciousness, but the liquid still existed, tightly wrapped in his hand, like a pair of invisible gloves.

"Since Jiang Weisheng is for his own use, I don't think there will be any accidents, but what's the use of this thing?"

Yang Xuan stared at his hands and tried to mobilize his spiritual power. A light ball quickly took shape in his hands.

"The gathering speed of spiritual power seems to be much faster, but there is no change in others."

I was disappointed. I thought the existence of this invisible film could bring him any surprise. Now it seems that it is no different from chicken ribs.

The acceleration of the gathering speed of this spiritual power is a little helpful, but if it is fought, its effect is very little.

"Well, let's go and see another thing first!"

Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, shook his head and walked to the edge of the spirit pool.

In addition to this, Jiang Weisheng also put a magic weapon in the altar, which was originally the core of the altar, but now the altar has broken, and the magic weapon is useless.

At this time, Yang Xuan needs such a magic weapon. Otherwise, when the two countries go to war, he has no confidence to defeat Zhao Hu.

The gap in the realm is too big. If he can enter the middle stage, he still has the power of a war. Now he can only place his hope on the magic weapon.

Entering the Lingquan, he soon returned to the cave.

Because of yesterday's Lingli riot, the invisible barrier at the cave entrance has disappeared, and the Lingquan filled the cave.

On the cave wall, countless runes emit fluorescence and are branded there.

This is the repressive Rune initiated by the imperial order. It is precisely because of their existence that the spirit pulse array has not been damaged.

However, this may not be a good thing for Jiang Guo.

This large array has restrained the heaven and earth aura of the state of Jiang. Although it is above the spiritual pulse, it is difficult to produce high-level friars in the state. It will be more and more bleak in the long run.

Even if Yang Xuan helped them win the Qi Fengguo now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have peace in the future.

Yang Xuan sighed. He was also powerless about this matter. After all, there was no way to crack it in Jiang Weisheng's memory. If it was forcibly destroyed, I'm afraid Jiang state would be destroyed.

He swam in the spirit spring, and soon he came to the depths of the cave.

The stone pillars have also been completely damaged. The ground is full of large pieces of gravel, which is mixed with the residue of the altar and is not easy to distinguish.

Yang Xuan didn't care. He walked to the original position of the altar.

After the altar was destroyed, there was a dark cavity here. Fortunately, there was a spirit spring, but I could barely see what was in it.

The black hole is not bottomed out, but just a few meters deep, a palm sized object is suspended there and is still rotating slowly.

Yang Xuan widened his eyes and stared at the object, which made waves in his heart.

What's the magic weapon? It's clearly a huge phalanx.

The phalanx is white, only a small bar, but it is the size of an adult's palm, and the fingertips are very long, which seems to be left by some huge fierce beast.

At the end of the phalanx, you can still see the scarlet color, as if it was still connected with blood and flesh.

Just a glance, a huge killing machine suddenly gushed out of it and rushed into Yang Xuan's sea of knowledge.

For a moment, the corpses were covered in a sea of blood. Scenes of terrible and bloody pictures hit his mind, and there was a trace of blood red in his eyes.

Yang Xuan was surprised and hurriedly ran the three yuan quiet formula.

A trace of Qingming came to his mind and made him sober a little. He quickly moved his eyes and didn't dare to look directly at the scarlet place of the finger bone.

"In Jiang Weisheng's memory, there is clearly a magic weapon here, isn't it..."

He hesitated. The spirit pressure on the finger bone was too terrible, and the killing opportunity contained in it was too strong. With his current cultivation, I'm afraid he would have been lost just now if he hadn't had the ternary quiet formula.

"Just try it first."

He clenched his teeth, pinched it with one hand according to the memory in his mind, accumulated a little spiritual power in his fingertips, and said something in his mouth.

After a while, the phalanx stopped rotating and trembled. A moment later, it turned into a streamer, rushed out of it and hovered in front of Yang Xuan.

The closer the distance, the more powerful the killing mechanism on it. Even with the spiritual power to protect the body, the skin is still faint and painful, as if countless knives had been cut.

Yang Xuan's face became paler and paler, and beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down his forehead.

The spiritual power stored in the Lingtai poured out like a tide, but his spiritual power had consumed nearly 30% in such a few breath time.

"Go!"

He gave a sudden and violent drink and pointed to the rock wall in front of him.

The finger bone trembled and rushed out immediately. A layer of light black awn attached to its surface, like a knife cutting tofu, left a skull sized hole in the rock wall.