Chapter 145 Lock the Soul Nail

From afar, a red and green miasma came out of the jade pendant floating in the void. The nearest clever monk was submerged in an instant. In mid-air, Xue Hao looked on coldly and had no mercy in his heart, because he had said before that if the other party did not play tricks, he could save his life.

"You...ah... you haven't fallen into a trap from beginning to end. You... are so vicious!" The clever monk screamed and pointed to Xue Hao with a ferocious face.

But he knows this poison. There is no solution in the world. With his ability, there is nothing he can do.

It is not without his wandering world, calculating others, killing and winning treasures, but even so, there is still room to escape for his life, but now, he finally understands that all his plots are like a joke, and the other party has never fallen into a trap at all.

"I hate..."

At this moment, the clever monk looked very different from before. His whole body was eroded by poison gas, and his body rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye. A ball of rotten meat and a drop of purulent blood flew wantonly. His whole body seemed to have just climbed out of the swamp, and there was no good place, which was eye-catching and meticulous.

In a short time, his whole body was like a sieve, and even his white bones melted. From his head to his feet, he was cruel and bloody, and became a pool of blood mud on the ground.

Even if Xue Hao's mind is in his mind, his heart will inevitably be touched. This kind of poison is really terrible. If he hadn't seen through it before, if it had been himself, the ending would not have changed much.

"You can't live if you commit your own sins." Xue Hao sighed softly. There was nothing to say. There was retribution in the dark. Although it was nonsense, he believed that no matter where it was, there was justice.

With a flash of his body, Xue Hao waited for the poisonous fog to completely dissipate, and used his super mind to glance around. After confirming that there was no accident, he came to the place where the clever monk fell.

Slightly pondering, Xue Hao raised his palm. The previous pool of pus and blood dissipated, and then a small storage bag appeared in Xue Hao's hand.

The mind poked out and erased the mark left by the clever monk on it. Then, he operated his cultivation and cautiously explored the storage bag.

After a few breaths, Xue Hao checked the things inside one by one. He had to say that even with his knowledge, he couldn't help trembling for the things in the clever monk's storage bag.

However, then he was relieved. At first glance, this person has been wandering in the practice world all year round and has traveled to many areas of Dongtu. If he wants to kill Xue Hao, he will kill others. This kind of thing is definitely not often done. The storage bag is full of magic weapons, elixir, spiritual stones, and some things that Xue Hao has never seen before.

After careful exploration, Xue Hao did not care about those magic elixirs. After all, ordinary people may need them very much, but his way of practice is different. He always believes that he is invincible and no longer relies on these foreign objects like the realm of Qi practice. Now in this storage bag, except for thousands of medium-grade spiritual stones, only two things can enter him. Dharma eye.

This first thing is a token, which looks no different from the previous one. It is the same size, and there is a word on it: secret.

Xue Hao carefully penetrated into a trace of mind, and then a vicissitudes of Taoist sound penetrated his mind: "The underground auction will open at noon tonight. I'm here to wait for all my Taoist friends. It will expire!"

This sound is obviously a means similar to the transmission of thousands of miles. There are no other divine thoughts in it, just to provide such information to the person who obtained the token. As for the person who transmits the sound, it is definitely impossible to speculate about its information.

There was a deep meditation in his eyes. Xue Hao did not put the token into the storage bag, but put it in his arms, and then he stared at the other thing floating in front of him.

In addition to the token, Xue Hao is the only thing that feels a little strange. This is an iron box the size of a palm. The box is very ordinary and can be seen in the practice world, but it is covered with many Taoist lines, which are extremely complex, and it is imprinted with the mind of the clever monk, which is extremely strong.

Obviously, this thing is extremely important to him.

Xue Hao showed curiosity in his eyes, stared at the iron box, and then launched a powerful mind and fiercely invaded the Taoist lines on the box. Unexpectedly, a few colorful lights rushed out of it, with a strong offensive, and flew to Xue Hao independently!

Xue Hao sneered at the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he had already expected such a scene in his heart. His fist was filled with golden light, and his fists were blown away, and those colorful lights dissipated, and the iron box was opened immediately!

In fact, the Taoist pattern on it is indeed complicated. Even if a monk in the later stage of foundation construction, he will encounter big trouble if he is caught off guard, but for Xue Hao, it is easy.

No matter how powerful spells or Taoist lines are, the world can match ancient art.

As soon as his mind moved, the iron box was completely opened, and the things inside suddenly appeared, but when he saw the things inside, Xue Hao couldn't help but be stunned.

"Nail..." Xue Hao said to himself and frowned slightly.

These are three things about an inch long and shaped like nails. They are gray and have blood stains on them. They don't look like they have dried up, but according to Xue Hao's feeling, this blood was left at least decades ago.

"This thing...is not ordinary." Xue Hao made a judgment, not only because of the blood, but these three inches long nails, with inexplicably strong breath, cold and bloody, as if killing many creatures, which made people feel terrible.

"What's the use of this thing?" Xue Hao was puzzled and curious. He withdrew his mind and explored the clever monk's storage bag again to find something he might have missed.

In a short time, his mind moved again, and a very old and ordinary scroll appeared. Xue Hao did not pay attention to this scroll before, thinking that it was branded with some spells, but at this moment, he found something unusual.

After the divine thoughts explored, the doubts in Xue Hao's eyes slowly dissipated. In this scroll, it was to introduce the origin of these three nails.

"Lock soul nail..." Xue Hao muttered to himself that this thing is called the soul nail, which was created by some amazing monks according to certain places in ancient times.

It is useless to put the lock soul nail in eastern soil, southern Xinjiang, and anywhere else. Because of its real purpose, only the ancient domain can be used by the legendary powerful ancient ruins of the five ethnic groups.

The ancient domain does not exist in the real world like the sea of the dragon abyss and the immortal ancient land, but... In the spiritual world, only by using specific items at a certain time can they enter for a period of time. Moreover, the people who enter the ancient domain are not physical bodies, but divine thoughts. Therefore, the ancient domain, also known as The ancient world.

In the virtual ancient world, there is the cemetery of the three emperors, as well as all the ancients' past and even ancient art. Therefore, this is the most desirable place of creation for all monks, but it is only opened once in 50 years, and each time it is only for a short period of time.

Because in the virtual ancient world, monks enter with divine thoughts, not real bodies. Even if they fight against people and are killed, they will not fall, will not hurt the body, but will only consume some vitality.

"The function of this thing is to lock the soul. If it is locked by this thing in the ancient world, then falling inside it is a real fall, and the body of the outside world will also die!"

Xue Hao said to himself, and his heart was shocked by the anti-heaven. He had to admire the great wisdom and great power of the sages of the human race. Unexpectedly, he created such an amazing thing. With this thing in his body, if he entered the virtual ancient world, it would definitely make Xue Hao add wings like a tiger.

He instantly understood why the blood on it had not dried up. This must have been left behind when the last virtual ancient world opened.

Such a divine object in a specific region was obtained by a clever monk by chance, and if the treasure is obtained, it is obvious that this person is waiting for the next virtual ancient world to open, ready to carry this thing to shine brilliantly.

"It is recorded on this scroll that the virtual ancient world has been opened once in 50 years. Twenty years have passed since the last time, just coincided with the opening of the Dragon Palace. There may be any connection here."

Xue Hao stared at the lock soul nail in the iron box and was silent for half a sound. Obviously, it was not the time to use this object. He pondered slightly, raised his hand, the iron box closed, and was put into the storage bag together with the lock soul nail.

After doing this, Xue Hao took a look at the storage bag floating in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a fine light.

"Thousands of spiritual stones are not enough to auction spring and autumn trees, but it should be enough to enter the underground auction house. Besides, I have a token."

Xue Hao decided to leave here quickly and prepare to rush to the trading place according to the ancient vicissitudes of the previous token.

Looking up at the sky, although half of the eastern soil has been sealed and the stars and moon have not been seen for many days, the changes of the celestial phenomena are the same as in the past, alternating day and night, repeating over and over again.

I roughly calculated that there was still about a scent of time before noon. Obviously, there was still plenty of time.

"I only made one innate spiritual treasure, just in case, I still need to make a few more pieces." Xue Hao's mind moved secretly and returned to the store where he bought low-level magic weapons, spent low-priced spiritual stones, and bought ten sickle knives that were exactly the same as before.

Then, he came to the previous uninhabited alley again, cut his finger and dripped blood into these sickle. The sickle was quickly soft red, emitting a strange breath, which came from the extraordinary blood of Xue Hao.

The most important point of how to distinguish innate magic weapons is that generally speaking, congenital magic weapons look extremely ordinary, such as an iron sword or such an ordinary sickle, which is not impossible.

In addition to this, there is a natural spirituality of the innate magic weapon. If Yuanying, Huashen, and these two monks touch the realm of the will of heaven and earth, they can clearly feel it, and will exert great power in their hands, so that their practical strength can be enhanced by more than one level.