Chapter 257 Fifth Generation: Crazy Stick Technique, Conquering the Magical Weapon!
"What a treasure!"
In the Dragon Palace treasury.
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up, staring at the iron long stick in front of him, refusing to move away for a moment.
The iron stick was heavy and simple, majestic.
Its weight was equivalent to 180,000 immortal mountains.
At first glance, it looked like a pillar of heaven, proudly standing between heaven and earth.
Just by emitting a breath, the void was crushed to pieces, and countless cracks appeared.
Not to mention.
There were many dark golden dragon patterns on the surface of the long stick.
These dragon patterns were condensed from the law of Dao, and possessed unparalleled terrifying power.
If it was activated, its power would be so powerful that it would be unimaginable!
But the iron long stick was like a cheat, staying in place all the time, and it did not move no matter how Lu Yuan called it.
"What is going on? Is this also some kind of test?"
Lu Yuan thought to himself.
The spiritual weapons of the law have begun to have intelligence, and they can only be subdued if certain conditions are met.
Although he just broke the golden light ball, it seems that he has only passed the initial test and cannot make this thing willingly recognize its master.
"Senior Long Chen, do you know the conditions for this thing to recognize its master?"
Lu Yuan asked curiously.
"I have heard the clan leader mention this before."
Long Chen nodded.
"According to the clan leader, this thing is the world's first heavy weapon. It is difficult for ordinary strong people to even pick it up, let alone use it to fight against the enemy."
"And its recognition conditions are extremely strict, requiring practitioners to lift it above their heads with pure physical strength."
Long Chen said helplessly.
Each immortal mountain is extremely heavy, enough to suppress the luck of a holy land.
And this dragon-patterned iron rod is made of the mother energy of the earth veins of 180,000 ancient mountains.
And it also carries thousands of law traces, and its weight has reached an incredible level.
Even a dragon clan warrior who is born with divine power and known for his strength would find it difficult to move it at all!
"Mr. Lu Yuan, although this treasure is powerful, the conditions for recognizing its master are too harsh."
"There are still many spiritual weapons in my dragon clan's treasure house. Why don't you change one?"
Long Chen persuaded again, not thinking that Lu Yuan could lift this dragon-patterned iron rod.
This is not because he despises Lu Yuan.
But from ancient times to the present, no dragon clan warrior has ever successfully subdued it.
Even Long Zhan, the supreme ruler of the world, could not make it recognize its master voluntarily!
"Thank you for your kindness, senior Long Chen, but I want it."
As Lu Yuan spoke, he walked straight to the dragon-patterned iron rod.
This iron rod is huge, like an immortal mountain.
When Lu Yuan stood in front of it, he was as small as an ant.
How can an ant move a mountain?
The gap between the two is obvious.
But Lu Yuan did not give up.
He took a deep breath, opened his arms, and hugged the dragon-patterned iron rod tightly.
Then he clenched his teeth, veins throbbing, and his legs suddenly exerted force.
"Get up!"
Lu Yuan's blood boiled, and the pores of his body opened wide. Blood rushed up into the sky, and condensed into a humanoid alien phantom behind him!
The phantom was thousands of feet tall, with a pair of tentacles on his head, and his face looked somewhat similar to Lu Yuan.
He was muscular and burly.
It was like a giant from the ancient times, emitting a terrifying wave of palpitations!
"Mr. Lu Yuan is actually a member of the demon clan? But the ant clan has never had a supreme, why is his blood so extraordinary?"
Long Zhan's expression changed drastically.
Even though he was a half-step supreme, he felt an indescribable tyrannical pressure at this moment.
This had nothing to do with realm and strength, but came from the suppression of the strongest blood!
"Boom!"
The next second.
In Long Chen's horrified eyes.
The humanoid phantom suddenly opened his arms, clamped the dragon-patterned iron rod, and lifted it up with the force of pulling a mountain!
"Crack!"
The void under Lu Yuan's feet could not bear such a terrifying weight, and fine cracks suddenly appeared.
It looked like a broken mirror, as if it could break at any time.
The void collapsed, and the earth shook.
The dragon-patterned iron rod struggled violently, unwilling to be subdued by Lu Yuan.
But the God Ant represents the ultimate power in the world.
In terms of pure power, even the dragon clan, which is famous for its strong body, is slightly inferior!
Not to mention.
When Lu Yuan broke the golden light ball before, he absorbed a lot of earth vein mother energy, which made his body, which was already extremely strong, undergo another transformation.
No matter how the dragon-patterned iron rod struggled, it could not shake the humanoid phantom at all.
In the end.
Lu Yuan's muscles were tense and his veins were bulging.
Finally, with his unparalleled strength, he slowly lifted it above his head!
At this moment.
The dragon-patterned iron stick in Lu Yuan's arms suddenly burst into brilliant golden light, as dazzling as a blazing sun.
Thousands of patterns appeared on the surface of the iron stick, and finally turned into a stream of light, merging with Lu Yuan.
When this magic weapon automatically recognized its master.
Lu Yuan felt light all over, as if he had unloaded a hundred thousand mountains.
The dragon-patterned iron stick, which was originally unruly, became as docile as a sheep at this moment, and no longer had any intention of resistance!
Not only that.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt that there was a strange sense of connection between himself and the dragon-patterned iron stick.
It was obvious that he had just conquered this law weapon.
But he uses it like an arm and a finger, extremely handy!
"Although this treasure is good, it is too big. It would be better if it could be smaller."
Lu Yuan muttered to himself as he looked at the dragon-patterned iron rod that looked like the Optimus Pillar.
Unexpectedly, the dragon-patterned iron rod seemed to understand what he meant, and actually shrank in size!
"Smaller!"
Lu Yuan's eyes brightened slightly.
Unexpectedly, this thing can really shrink freely and can be made big or small.
Lu Yuan went through several attempts.
Finally, the dragon-patterned iron rod, which was as thick as a mountain, became as thin as a wrist, about six feet long.
"It's worth all the thought I put into it. It's indeed a good treasure."
"There is no weapon more suitable for me than this."
Lu Yuan couldn't help but said with joy.
He held the dragon-patterned iron rod tightly and waved it a few times.
Suddenly there were strong winds, the air exploded, and there was a rapid sound of breaking through the air.
The surrounding void was even more violently distorted, and countless cracks appeared!
This means that the dragon clan's treasure house is protected by formations.
Otherwise, Lu Yuan could smash a Taoist master into a pulp with just one stick.
After all, the God Ant is said to be the most powerful in the world, and the dragon-patterned iron rod is the most powerful weapon in the world.
The two are superimposed.
It made Lu Yuan even more powerful, and his combat power increased at least several times!
If that Wuliangshan elder is still alive.
Lu Yuan didn't need to risk his life to fight with him, he could just beat him to death with one stick!
"You are truly a hero. This dragon-patterned iron rod has been placed in our dragon clan's treasure house for hundreds of thousands of years. I didn't expect that it was finally conquered by Mr. Lu Yuan."
Long Chen said with emotion, his old eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy.
The ancestor of the dragon clan spent countless resources and efforts in order to build this magical weapon.
A casual stick contains the weight of a hundred and eight thousand immortal mountains.
And there are thousands of laws and patterns blessing.
Its power is so terrifying that it has reached an unimaginable level.
I'm afraid even the powerful ones in the Divine Realm wouldn't dare to take it head on!
"Brother Lu Yuan, you are so awesome."
Liu Mingyan's eyes were filled with stars, her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons, and she was sincerely happy for him.
"Senior Long Chen is ridiculous, let's go back first."
Lu Yuan was in a good mood after receiving the magic weapon.
After picking up a few stick techniques from the Dragon Clan's treasure house, I left here.
Return to Dragon Palace.
Lu Yuan didn't waste any time and started practicing immediately.
Although he has never been exposed to weapons such as sticks.
But he has experienced many reincarnations, and with his knowledge and experience, it does not take long to master a stick technique.
"Crazy magic stick method, if you are not crazy, you will not survive!"
"The essence of this stick technique lies in the word "crazy". The closer you are to the desperate situation, the more powerful the stick technique will be."
Lu Yuan carefully browsed the content several times, his eyes showing understanding.
The Crazy Demon Stick technique has no fixed formula. It seems simple, but it requires very high combat experience.
But this is not a problem at all for Lu Yuan.
He memorized all the moves and key points and immediately started practicing.
Just started.
His movements are still a bit unfamiliar, and there are many flaws and loopholes in his moves.
But after he practiced all the moves from beginning to end several times, his movements gradually became more and more proficient.
Two days passed by in a flash.
Today is the day of the decisive battle between the Holy Son of Taichu and the successor of Kunpeng.
Long before that.
Countless forces and practitioners flocked to the True Dragon Ancestral Star, just to witness this peak battle that was rare in ten thousand years.
Some people roughly estimate that at least billions of practitioners will be present in person this time!
Not only that.
There are hundreds of millions of people across the vast starry sky paying close attention to this through various means.
Fortunately, the area of the True Dragon Ancestral Star is tens of thousands of times that of the sun, which is more than enough to accommodate billions of cultivators.
even so.
The area around the Dragon Palace was still overcrowded and surrounded by people.
Just when everyone was looking forward to this battle.
A martial arts field somewhere in the Dragon Clan Palace.
A young man was sweating profusely and was dancing an iron rod with a dragon pattern like a tiger.
He turned around as fast as lightning.
The stick makes a sound in the wind, and it is domineering and fierce.
Especially when he waved the iron rod in his hand, he seemed to be able to trigger the general trend of the world, just like a flood, rushing thousands of miles, giving people a feeling of being unstoppable!
Under the sun.
The dragon-patterned iron rod in Lu Yuan's hand reflected a little golden light.
The weight of this supreme divine weapon is equivalent to one hundred and eight thousand immortal mountains.
Even after it is shrunk, it is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary strong men.
Even though Lu Yuan has the blood of the God Ant, every time he swings, he must mobilize all his strength.
But not only did he not stop, his speed became faster and faster, making him dance like an airtight man.
"Roar!"
to the end.
Accompanied by a dragon roar.
The majestic force of heaven and earth was pulled away, turning into a long golden dragon and rushing straight ahead!
"boom!"
Even if this martial arts arena was blessed with formations, it exploded instantly, and a bottomless pit appeared.
This is because Lu Yuan did not exert his full strength.
Otherwise, his stick could easily penetrate a star!
"call!"
Lu Yuan stood on the spot holding an iron rod.
My whole body was dripping with sweat, but my heart felt extremely happy.
"My strength seems to be growing again."
He clenched his left hand and muttered to himself.
The dragon-patterned iron stick is the most powerful weapon in the world. When he practices stick techniques, it is equivalent to a weight-bearing exercise.
And judging from his increased strength, the training effect is very significant!
"Brother Lu Yuan, the son-in-law selection event is about to begin."
Liu Mingyan has been standing by, and when she saw Lu Yuan finish practicing, she immediately handed him a handkerchief.
"I'll go wash up and change clothes first, and then go meet the Taichu Saint Son."
Lu Yuan smiled lightly, with a strong confidence in his tone.
If he was a little worried before, whether he would be interfered by outsiders when he killed the Taichu Saint Son.
Then after obtaining the dragon-patterned iron stick and the crazy stick technique reached a small success.
Even if there are external factors interfering, he is sure to kill the Taichu Saint Son!
On the other side.
As the Taichu Saint Son and the Kunpeng descendant stepped onto the ring.
The peak battle that everyone has been looking forward to for a long time has finally officially begun!
On the ring in front of the Dragon Palace.
The descendant of Kunpeng wore a white dress, with an extraordinary temperament and a fairy-like appearance.
She was extremely graceful, just like a goddess of the Nine Heavens who had strayed into the mortal world, as if she would ascend to heaven at any time.
Opposite her.
The Holy Son of Taichu wore a Taoist robe, his eyes were as vast as the sky, without any emotion.
"You are injured, you are not my opponent."
The Holy Son of Taichu said lightly.
"Kill!"
The descendant of Kunpeng did not waste words, but raised his hand to kill.
As soon as the voice fell.
Her momentum suddenly rose.
In her seemingly thin and frail body, an unparalleled terrifying force suddenly broke out, as if to overturn the whole world!
Under the shock of this pressure.
Some spectators with weaker strength felt their bodies sink, and even breathing became extremely difficult!
Feeling the powerful momentum from the descendant of Kunpeng, the Holy Son of Taichu looked slightly condensed, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.
Kunpeng's bloodline is unparalleled in the world, and is known to have the fastest speed in the world.
Even if the opponent is injured, he must not be underestimated, otherwise he will definitely pay a heavy price!
"Well, since you insist on seeking death, then I will fulfill your wish."
The Holy Son of Taichu snorted coldly, and the spiritual power in his body surged out like a flood.
The momentum of the descendants of Kunpeng collided in the air, making a deafening explosion.
"Boom!"
The void shook, and the sky and the earth changed color.
Both of them are the world's geniuses. They can mobilize the laws of heaven and earth for their own use with just a raise of their hands and feet.
The two of them just exchanged their auras, which caused a shocking phenomenon!
All the spectators were shocked by this powerful momentum, and they opened their eyes wide and held their breath.
They were afraid of missing any moment of this peak battle.
The next moment.
The Holy Son of Taichu formed seals with both hands.
A brilliant sword light slashed out from his hand, like a flying sword from the sky, carrying the power of destroying the world, seemingly able to annihilate everything.
The descendant of Kunpeng shouted softly, and his body turned into a huge phantom of Kunpeng, spreading his wings and flying high, rushing towards the sword light.
Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the earth, the sword light and the phantom of Kunpeng collided heavily in the air.
The air around the ring was distorted by this powerful force, as if even the space was torn apart.
A dazzling light suddenly broke out on the ring.
The air wave generated by the collision spread in all directions like a storm.
This is because the ring is protected by a formation, otherwise any aftermath can severely injure the strong in the realm of life and death!
When the light dissipated.
The Holy Son of Taichu and the descendant of Kunpeng were still standing on the ring, but both of them looked a little pale.
But soon everyone was surprised to find that.
The descendant of Kunpeng's right hand was shaking uncontrollably, and there was actually a scarlet blood seeping out.
Dye her snow-white clothes red! (End of this chapter)
