One hundred and thirtieth chapters magic weapon chooses the master four
Everyone stopped eavesdropping on the conversation between Helian Qianxun and Zheng Lin. They all thought that the two were whispering something that no one else should listen to. Everyone was waiting for the appearance of the horn to the sky.
Helianlong went there for a longer time this time, and it took him a full hour to return. After sitting down in his seat, he stretched out his palm and placed a very delicate conch-like magic weapon on the table.
If you look carefully, the magic weapon looks like a mini-type horn that has been shrunk many times. It is golden in color and has a lot of aura, but it does not have a strong momentum fluctuation. It should not be a magic weapon with powerful attack power.
This is what everyone calls the Sky Horn. Before this, almost no one from the Helian clan had ever seen it.
He Lianlong looked around and saw that the Xuan Mo Cauldron was in Zheng Lin's hand. He didn't say anything. He closed his eyes silently and began to silently recite a spell that no one could understand or understand clearly.
As the spell sounded, the sky-reaching horn slowly floated up, and the golden light all over the body became more powerful. The space in the secret room that had been blessed countless times actually rippled at this time, but the fluctuation was only within one foot.
Ten breaths later, Helianlong finished reciting the incantation. He opened his eyes, but the sky-reaching horn began to make a whining sound and swayed at the same time.
After the whining sound, a louder buzzing sound sounded, and then the space suddenly stopped fluctuating, and a pale golden light curtain like a bronze mirror appeared.
Everyone stood up, lowered their heads, and did not dare to breathe out, appearing extremely humble and respectful.
After a while, the face of a middle-aged man slowly appeared in the pale golden light curtain. His expression was suspicious, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, showing an expression of calm and self-importance.
He Lianlong and everyone in the secret room all knelt down and knelt on the ground, looking a little excited.
"I remember that the spiritual power of the Sky Horn is about to be exhausted. If you use it, future generations will no longer be able to communicate with the demon world... Let's talk about what happened first." Majesty words slowly came out from the light curtain.
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"Unworthy descendants pay homage to our seniors!" He Lianlong and others shouted in unison. Although Zheng Lin also fell to the ground, he did not follow him and shouted. He didn't know how to shout, so he just hummed a few times vaguely.
"We don't have much time, so you should talk about things first. It's better to wait until you arrive in the demon world to talk about these polite words!" A seemingly impatient voice came from the light curtain.
At that moment, He Lianlong, on behalf of everyone, told everyone that the Heaven-Slaying Demon Emperor had died in battle and the critical situation that the Heaven-Slaying Demon Palace was currently facing. He highlighted the fact that the Xuan Demon Cauldron could not recognize its master, and then everyone lowered their heads.
, waiting silently for the decision.
"Pedantry! Even if the Xuan Mo Cauldron cannot recognize its master, the Demon Palace must quickly elect a new Demon Emperor. If there is no suitable candidate, the one with the highest cultivation level will be elected. The spiritual silence of the Xuan Mo Cauldron is due to the long-term lack of demon power.
It is caused by the accumulation of demon energy. As long as you find the demonic energy and temper it, it can still regain its spirituality. It will not be too late to re-elect the demon emperor at that time.
With such a trivial matter, you actually wasted the last effect of the Babel Horn. You are really stupid! Also, Qingtian Demon Palace actually launched such a large-scale attack on my Heaven-Slaying Demon Palace. This shame and hatred must be repaid tenfold.
yes.
Forget it, since you have already used the Sky Horn, I will help you once, and let me help you choose the new Demon Emperor."
Speaking of this, an unparalleled spiritual thought suddenly emerged from the pale golden light curtain, and the entire secret room was filled in an instant. Everyone, even Elder Nan who was in the stage of returning to the void, felt that he was suffering from an incomparable power.
Unparalleled pressure.
Just now, the senior in the upper realm said that the Demon Emperor should be chosen based on his or her cultivation level. At that time, Elder Nan couldn't help but feel happy. For countless years, he never imagined that one day he would become the Demon Emperor.
However, under the spiritual thoughts from the senior masters in the upper world, everyone including Elder Nan felt that they were too insignificant. Especially Zheng Lin, who was of low strength, from the beginning, he felt as if there was a mountain on his shoulders.
The mountains seemed to be pressing down on me, and large beads of sweat trickled down from my forehead.
However, this spiritual thought came and went just as quickly. It only took a few seconds. Except for Zheng Lin and Can Feng, everyone felt relaxed all over their bodies, while Zheng Lin and Can Feng looked even more painful.
"What's going on with these two people? Although one has practiced the Blood Marrow Technique, he has also practiced advanced immortal cultivation techniques from other sects." The senior was talking about Zheng Lin.
"A guy who hasn't practiced the Blood Marrow Technique at all, huh? He's actually a descendant of the Ba Dao sect!" Of course he was talking about Can Feng.
Helianlong only explained the origin of Can Feng, while Zheng Lin's problem was explained by Helian Qianxun.
After listening to the explanations of the Helianlong brothers, the senior laughed loudly and said: "Haha, God bless the Heaven-Slaying Demon Palace. Don't worry, the Heaven-Slaying Demon Palace will definitely rise again in the future, and it won't take long."
Following his words, the Mysterious Demon Cauldron and the strange inkstone in Zheng Lin's hand automatically flew above everyone's heads, and the senior continued: "Where did you get this inkstone made of magic crystal stone?
With it, are you still afraid that you won’t be able to activate the Mysterious Demon Cauldron?”
