At this moment, Long Qianzu felt that he was the most invincible.
With the colorful glass tower in hand, he has the strongest magic weapon.
Although Long Qianzu is considered one of the demon kings in the Secret Realm of the Dragon, he is not the strongest demon king because he is unable to suppress the other two demon kings, and now he can finally do it.
A mouthful of essence and blood quickly sprayed onto the colorful glass tower, and then used a secret technique to control the colorful glass tower magic weapon. In an instant, this magic weapon floated on Long Qianzu's head.
"Long Qianzu, you actually secretly learned the secret method of refining magic weapons. You are hiding so deeply. It seems that you took everything when you entered the secret realm last time." King of Vajra cursed.
"Just like you, a dead monkey, no one is more stupid than you. When I went to the secret realm last time, I did use you as a knife. How could you think of it? All the good things there were rolled up by me. This treasure that refined magic weapon was obtained in that secret realm. Are you very envious? It's a pity that you don't have that fate."
With a rush.
The colorful glazed tower was bombarded directly.
King King held up his six arms, and a loud bang, and he was instantly knocked to the ground.
"Don't you claim to be strong? In front of my colorful glass tower, you are not even a big deal."
Long Qianzu's eyes swept directly at the Magic Shadow.
The colorful glazed tower was activated again and smashed down again, and the rumbling demon shadow was also smashed to the ground.
"Waste is all waste, vulnerable waste."
Long Qianzu laughed and said, "Saint Lord, are you surrendering or resisting now? I want you one word."
From getting the colorful glass tower to refining, to defeating the Vajra King and the Demon Shadow, this scene happened so quickly.
It was so fast that everyone present could not get back to their senses at once, and instead they were fear and uneasiness.
Originally, Long Qianzu was very strong, but now that he has this magic weapon, his strength cannot be ignored. He was beaten up after seeing the King of Vajra and the Demon Shadow.
If they were the ones, they would definitely die.
"If you want me to surrender, then you must have this strength."
The Holy Lord had no idea of surrendering.
"Then I will fulfill you."
The colorful glass tower roared down again.
"If you can get the magic weapon, will my Holy Lord have no magic weapon?"
The Holy Lord snorted coldly and released a magic weapon.
This is a bead, the size of a fist.
After the beads flew out, they burst out with a ray of light, blocking the attack of the colorful glass tower.
"Holy Lord, you are still hiding good things. You actually have a defensive magic weapon in your hand. You are finally willing to take it out and use it. I thought you could hide it for the rest of your life."
Long Qianzu only showed a small accident, and then controlled the colorful glass color and blasted it down again and again.
"I want to see how much you can withstand it. Even if your magic weapon is strong in defense, it is still a scumbag in front of the colorful glazed tower."
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.
Long Qianzu not only controlled the colorful glass tower and attacked the Holy Lord, but also pounced on him, and the remaining 17 arms hit him.
"Mr. Lin, what should we do now? I didn't expect Long Qianzu to get a magic weapon, and it was a magic weapon left by the ancestor."
It would be fine if the Dragon Qian clan got the magic weapon, but it could still be completely refined in a short time. Although it could not exert its true power, the power of the magic weapon itself suddenly made King of Vajra and Demon Shadow defeated his subordinates.
Now it seems that the Holy Lord can't escape this end.
"Don't worry, Long Qianzu will be in trouble soon. Didn't you find that the ancestor's magic weapon, the seven-colored glass tower, is very average? It's completely inconsistent with the ancestor's status." Lin Fei laughed and was very calm.
Ye Zixuan thought about it for a while and it seemed that this is true.
Although this magic weapon is very powerful, it can defeat King Vajra and Demon Shadow in an instant, and even makes the Holy Lord feel huge pressure.
But I always feel that this magic weapon is not as powerful as the legendary one, and is earth-shaking.
The smart Ye Zixuan seemed to understand something.
The Holy Lord relied on the defense of the beads to constantly resist the attack of the colorful glass tower.
Long Qianzu did not realize that while he was attacking the Holy Lord, his emotions also fluctuated greatly, and he almost fell into anger.
17 arms are constantly slapped, and any blow can easily kill a innate master, or even a Qi training master.
But now he can't break the defense of the bead.
"Holy Lord, I will definitely kill you. Your broken beads cannot stop the attack of my colorful glass tower. I will let you see the true power of the colorful glass tower."
After a long attack, Long Qianzu saw that he could not open the bead defense. Without saying a word, he sprayed out a mouthful of blood and directly pushed the colorful glass tower.
This time, the colorful light shone brightly, and even a phantom appeared.
As soon as the phantom appeared, everyone's breathing became rapid, as if a mountain appeared in their hearts, which made them unable to relieve themselves.
"That's the phantom of the ancestor."
The master from a holy land shouted and knelt down directly.
It was an ancient figure.
As soon as the ancestor's phantom appeared, the power of the colorful glass tower surged.
The Holy Lord's defensive beads finally couldn't bear it.
After countless ripples, they were finally blown away, and the Holy Lord was also severely injured by a blow.
All the defenses broke out in front of this colorful glazed tower, and the Holy Lord bumped into a huge pillar.
"See, this is your overestimation. I already have the treasure of the ancestor left by the colorful glazed tower. How can you fight with me?"
Long Qianzu laughed, and the colorful glass tower on his hand shone even more.
"Now your life and death are in my hands. You either surrender or you are bombarded by my blow."
The seriously injured Holy Lord looked pale, but at this moment he laughed loudly, and knelt on the ground with a plop, spreading his hands into a look of protruding.
"Welcome to the arrival of the ancestor."
As soon as the Holy Lord's words fell, Long Qianzu's face changed slightly.
"What do you mean? Didn't the ancestor die long ago? Can he still live?"
"Hahahahahaha, who said I am dead? I am the ancestor and will never die. Your body is quite good, and you have 18 arms that are suitable for me to take over the body."
A golden light flashed out from the colorful glass tower and directly penetrated into Long Qianzu's mind.
"Take your body and let me use your body to reach the world."