Chapter 44 The birth of the magic weapon

Just after Li Chuan calmed down the fluctuations in his heart, huge waves turned over the sea, and the strong wind blew around the island, and the sea waved, creating a lot of waves. The glowing treasure is also very close to the sea.

The treasure is about to be born. People around him hold their breath and stare at the shape of the treasure, but the wind is strong and the sea is rough, which is difficult to identify. But everyone present knows that the BMW is about to be born, and they can't help looking forward to it.

Li Chuan also had some expectations in his heart. He wanted to see what kind of strange thing this strange treasure was and how there could be such a big vision when he was born.

"Gugugu..." A small whirlpool was created around the dark island. The surrounding sea rotated clockwise, and from time to time bubbles rose to the sea in the middle of the whirlpool and broke, making a sound.

Ge Hong and the middle-aged monk surnamed Zhao are also close to the island and are ready to control the strange treasure in their own hands. Both of them solemnly look at the center of the whirlpool. If there is no accident, the strange treasure will be born in the center of the whirlpool.

At the top of the dark island, a dark hole slowly emerged and continued to expand, with clouds steaming inside, as if something was rising up to break free from the shackles.

The fog was very thick. Suddenly, the sky on the island covered the sky and the sun, and the sight was blocked and a little blurred. Ge Hong and the monk surnamed Zhao also flew out of the periphery and watched the change. Because the fog is highly poisonous, although neither of them is afraid, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be an accident over time. It is better to wait on the periphery.

The thick fog slowly evaporates upward, and the area is not very wide. When it spreads to about a one-mile, it no longer spreads around, but rises upwards.

Everyone's eyes wanted to see everything on the island through the thick fog. Li Chuan also had enough skills to see clearly, but what he did was futile and could not see clearly at all. I just saw a vague cylindrical black object slowly rising.

The outline is not very thick, but the volume is also large enough. Generally, foreign treasures are relatively small and exquisite, but this gives Li Chuan the impression that it is not like a treasure, but a mountain or a huge column.

Several other people are also a little confused. It doesn't look like a magic weapon, but like a huge stone pillar. Isn't it a spiritual treasure or a strange treasure, but what kind of fairy material? But fairy materials can also be used as weapons, and these people can't help but be a little excited.

The black cylindrical object slowly rose, and the surrounding fog steamed and swallowed uncertainly. It looked very heavy, as if it was very difficult. The rising was accompanied by a suffling sound like grinding teeth, which was extremely uncomfortable to hear.

Li Chuan couldn't stand the harsh sound of grinding his teeth and covered his ears and retreated a little. The middle-aged people surnamed Ge Hong and Zhao were indifferent and quietly waited for the birth of the strange treasure outside the thick fog. Now they are also a little uncertain about the alien treasure. I don't know what kind of alien treasure will have such a large size. Generally, the spiritual treasure is flexible and will shrink to the minimum state in order to be born smoothly. Obviously, this should not be a finished spiritual treasure. It should be similar to the initial state or the embryo of a spiritual treasure. It takes the monks to constantly polish and sacrifice the day after tomorrow before it can be used as weapons or other magic weapons.

In about a quarter of an hour, almost all the treasures were born, looking like an extra-large long stick. A large number of monks have gathered around the island and are watching quietly. During this period, they are not afraid of death. As a result, they were slapped out by a tyrannical middle-aged man surnamed Zhao. The monks who had been there before were a little gloating, while the monks who had just arrived here were a little frightened and dared not dare to do any more. Second approach.

"Hum..." A roar resounded through the world. The strange treasure was born and flew into the sky.

Ge Hong and the man surnamed Zhao both moved, rising rapidly towards the sky of the island, ready to intercept the flying black long stick.

The two explored their hands separately and tried to control the long stick, but the long stick did not stagnate at all and rose slowly into the sky without any influence.

Ge Hong couldn't help but be a little anxious when he saw the slightest reaction. Now he has seen it clearly. This is simply a big opportunity. This long stick is all black, and the surface is even uneven and rough, but from his vision, of course he knows that this is Jiutian Xuantie. How much does such a big stick weigh? No wonder I can't even shake myself, because it's too heavy.

Jiutian Xuantie is a very rare metal in this world. It is usually pieces the size of a fist. Even Jiutian Xuantie the size of a fist is extremely heavy. Ordinary mortals can't hold it at all, weighing more than 100 catties. Ge Hong was a little surprised. Looking at this long stick, his fist was thick and nearly two meters long. Ge Hong couldn't imagine that such a big thing could not exceed 10,000 catties or even close to 100,000 catties.

Knowing all this, Ge Hong couldn't help but hesitate. Even if he got such a heavy hand, he couldn't put it in the storage bracelet, because this is not a magic weapon that can be stretched, but it can be put aside. The weight that the practitioners can bear is unimaginable.

But it was too conspicuous in his hand. When he looked at the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao, he found that he was also frowning. It is estimated that he is also considering how to get this heavy treasure back after getting it.

It is obviously not appropriate to hold it in your hand. On the one hand, it is heavy and the progress speed is very slow. On the other hand, this is a very rare thing. It is certain that it is found to be robbed.

Some people around them also saw the material of this long stick, and their mouths were wide open and their eyes were red.

"This is Jiutian Xuantie. Oh, my God, how heavy is such a big one?" Someone exclaimed.

This was all in a mess, and all the people rushed to this long stick with red eyes, ignoring the warnings and deterrence of Ge Hong and middle-aged people surnamed Zhao. These people are crazy and can't care so much anymore. Whoever grabs it is the one. After all, they are ownerless. If they are taken into the hands of the strong, they will have no chance. If they can get it by themselves in chaos, they will get rich overnight.

Nearly 100 people rushed to Jiutian Xuantie one after another. Li Chuan looked quietly in the rear. Of course, he also thought of it, but he didn't follow and grab it blindly in the crowd, but wait for them to rush away from the clouds, then watch the change and find the right opportunity to take action. If he has to take action, he will get the treasure.

Slowly follow the periphery behind the crowd, so that you can also see the trajectory and direction of the treasure change flexibly, which is easy to approach quickly.

Ge Hong and the two are also extremely helpless. Although these people are crazy, they have not lost their minds. They have avoided them one after another and separated some distance. Even if you are powerful, if I don't get close to you, you can't occupy all the angles alone. Then we will spare you two. What can you do for me?

At this time, everyone saw that the moment the long stick flew out of the island, the whole body emitted dark red demon-like vein-like silk lines, densely all over the whole long stick. At the moment when the long stick broke through the fog, these enchanting blood and strangely disappeared and no longer appeared. The whole long stick returned to its black and rough appearance and quietly suspended in the air.

"My, haha!" A fast monk's face roared excitedly and approached the long stick, reaching out to control the nine-day black iron in his hand.

Because Xuantie is difficult to be controlled by spiritual knowledge, unless the spiritual consciousness is extremely powerful, there is a trace of possibility. First, because of the weight of Jiutian Xuantie, there is almost no heavier than it in the whole monological world. Except for several fairy mines, it only exists in the legend. In reality, no one has ever got the fairy material in the legend. .

"Sneer..."

"Ah...!"

When the monk's hand approached the long stick and did not touch the long stick, his body did make a strange 'sneer' sound, and then shouted, but no matter how he roared, he could not change anything. He strangely turned into ashes and dissipated in the air in less than ten breaths.

The monks around him who rushed to the long stick stopped in an instant, stunned with panic and doubt. At the same time, cold sweat oozed from their back and forehead.

Fortunately, I didn't rush to the first one, otherwise I would die now, and everyone thought so. Li Chuan was also a little frightened. He felt that this world was really extremely dangerous. People fought with each other and finally met a strange treasure. This great opportunity is also a hidden murder. It seems that it is not easy to get, and he has to experience some dangers and challenges.

From this moment, Li Chuan began to understand that everything in this world depends on strength. Even if he has alchemy, he will definitely die in such a situation. Only when he is strong enough to cope with all crises can he live forever. If he cultivates to become immortals, he can live with heaven and earth. .

"This long stick is a little strange. It is not the raw material of Jiutian Xuantie at all, but a magic weapon that has been sacrificed!" The middle-aged monk surnamed Zhao's two thick eyebrows were locked, and his face showed a solemn look towards the people.

"Don't act rashly, or you won't know how to die!" Ge Hong also warned the people around him with a serious expression.

Li Chuan also looked carefully at the black and rough stick behind the crowd. Li Chuan was sure that he had never seen this long stick, but he always felt that he was a little close to the long stick. Zhenyuan in his body was a little restless, but not very powerful and was forcibly suppressed by Li Chuan.

After hearing the words of the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao, Li Chuan was even more shocked. The magic weapon is the weapon of the practitioner, most of which is relatively evil and is not tolerated by the monks.