Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

It seems simple to say, but the mystery is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Lu Chuan is a half-baked array mage. Thinking about it from this angle, he feels at a loss.

The way of formation can change the world, and it is not difficult to do this step.

But Lu Chuan didn't think that was the case, and other thoughts arose in his mind.

All of this sounds very long, but in fact it takes less than one breath.

When the light dissipated and the sound disappeared, the kill notification sound finally came long overdue.

[Kill a monk in the Qi refining period, and the progress will increase by 48 points! 】

"Oh, forty-eight o'clock, forty-eight, dead father, yes, such a waste is indeed dead father!"

Lu Chuan murmured, and put away Tang Jing's body casually.

Although Tang Jing's corpse was extremely disgusting, it was very useful.

Needless to say, it is still possible to nourish a few blood spirit flowers.

"What's going on? What happened just now?"

"The Tianmen is so strong that it is not damaged at all!"

"What's the fuss about this, don't forget who built the Tianmen, and don't forget what the meaning of the existence of the Tianmen is!"

"That's true! But then again, Tang Jing is dead!"

"A good death, a wonderful death, a croaking death! I have long seen that the word cancer is not pleasing to the eye! What a fucking waste, biting people everywhere like a dog every day. If I can't beat her, I would have thrown her into the hospital a long time ago. Eating shit in the cesspit!"

...

There is a lot of discussion around, all kinds of things are said.

But almost everyone hated Tang Jing, even some female monks hated her very much.

After all, with such rubbish, anyone with a normal mind would stay far away from her.

As for Lu Chuan...

Everyone looked at him with fear. It was almost predictable that in today's battle, Lu Chuan had completely secured his position as the number one junior in Dongzhou.

The female monk didn't know if she would refute it, but the male monk absolutely agreed.

terrible!

The inexplicable egg exploded, even a man would feel scared!

Fear can make people lose their minds, and so can monks.

Because of fear, these male monks probably couldn't even use 70% of their strength when facing Lu Chuan.

And even if it is displayed, so what?

The eggs are all fried, what a fart!

"Okay, the messy people are gone, you can go to the gate of heaven."

Xia Tian sighed, this day is really exciting.

Glancing at Lu Chuan next to him, Xia Tian's legs couldn't help pinching.

No, it hurts to see him!

"Are you really ready?"

Lu Chuan asked.

"Hey hey, I was kicked back then, but I always remember it! This time, it's not for anything else, just to see who kicked me. Is it a human or a ghost? Is it a fairy or a demon?"

Xia Tian flipped his right hand, and a small and exquisite shield appeared in his hand.

It is said to be a shield, but it is actually more like a breastplate.

About five inches in diameter, the smooth surface reflects the shadow of a person.

Lu Chuan took a closer look and found that he couldn't see the slightest clue.

"This is... a treasure?"

Lu Chuan pondered for a while and asked.

"No, just guess!"

Xia Tian smiled mysteriously, his face full of complacent expressions.

"Could it be a spiritual weapon?"

Lu Chuan asked.

A spirit weapon is a spirit weapon, only a weapon with a spirit can be called a spirit weapon.

The magic weapon has reached the spirit weapon level, and already has its own independent consciousness.

And if you want to bring out the full power of the spiritual weapon, you have to be a monk in the void stage at worst.

As the level of magic weapon increases, it becomes more and more difficult to recognize the master.

Ordinary implements and magic implements don't need any conditions, they can be used when picked up, but starting from treasure implements, they have changed.

A treasure requires the blood of the owner, a spiritual weapon needs the soul of the owner, and a fairy weapon needs to be seen right.

Magical treasures are the lifeblood of monks, and the higher the level of magic weapons, the rarer they are.

But with Xia Tian's identity, it shouldn't be a big deal to carry a magic weapon of the spirit weapon level on his body.

After all, Xia Tian is not an ordinary person, but standing behind him is one of the three emperors of Zhongzhou, the most peak superpower in the entire Xutian world.

And Xia Tian's previous cultivation had also reached the Void Refinement Stage, so it was normal to leave one or two magic weapons when transforming into a spiritual fetus.

"It's not a spirit weapon, guess again!"

The smile on Xia Tian's face became even more proud, just like a little fox who stole a chicken.

"Fuck, the spirit weapon is all wrong, could it be a fairy weapon?"

Lu Chuan was really shocked this time, he is really rich and powerful.

The monks in the Qi refining period carry immortal artifacts with them. They are worthy of Emperor Xia's people, but they are rich.

But thinking about it from another angle, it seems that Lu Chuan is much richer than Xia Tian.

You must know that the Junzi Sword is a top-grade artifact, a powerful magic weapon that even the Dao of Heaven fears.

At the beginning, he instantly killed the golden holy dragon in the Taoist stage with a single sword, and directly tore the secret realm of the old capital, which is much better than this heart-protecting mirror.

Thinking about the terrifying and desperate blow of the Junzi Sword, even if the Three Emperors of Zhongzhou came, they might not be able to catch it!

"It's not a fairy artifact, it's a fake fairy artifact, a broken fairy artifact."

Xia Tian gently stroked the protective mirror, and said: "This was my natal magic weapon, but it was damaged in successive battles. The spirit of the weapon was annihilated, and the formation collapsed, barely maintaining the level of the fairy weapon, but There is no such thing as one power.”

"But fortunately, it is a piece of heart protection, and the most important thing is defense."

Xia Tian sighed, "The purpose of my coming here is to compete for luck, and then see if I can use these luck to find a way to repair it."

"Even Emperor Xia can't fix it well?"

Lu Chuan frowned and asked.

"Emperor Xia is best at fighting, and his accomplishments in refining weapons are average. And in his opinion, this magic weapon has no meaning to repair at all. When the spirit of the weapon is annihilated, the fairy weapon becomes a waste product. The price of repairing it, It is more labor-intensive than refining an immortal artifact. But for the team, it is not comparable to some materials, and it has a special meaning to me."

Having said that, Xia Tian suddenly laughed at himself, "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't help but say a few more words when I think of it. I don't think you understand, but it doesn't matter, as long as you know that it is more precious to me than life gone."

"I know!"

Lu Chuan shook his head, he guessed what was going on.

This world is very wonderful, not only all kinds of animals, even mountains, rivers, plants and trees can be cultivated into spirits.

Under such circumstances, it is normal for a fairy-level magic weapon to have the same intelligence as a human being.

If Lu Chuan guessed correctly, nine times out of ten it was because Xia Tian got along with his magic weapon day and night, and then developed feelings that crossed races and concepts.

Afterwards, in a fierce battle, in order to save him, the magic weapon caused the spirit of the weapon to be annihilated, and the internal formation also collapsed, leaving only a hard body.

It's vulgar and touching.

If it were Lu Chuan, he would probably try every means to restore the magic weapon just like Xia Tian.