Chapter 477: Young man, these are the golden axe, silver axe, and spiritual axe that you dropped!

No one knows what is happening in the demon clan’s heaven. The plans of the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of the East are only carried out quietly, but what is happening on the earth cannot be changed in a short period of time. For example, what happened in the Ant Mountain, the souls from another world are struggling to survive, trying to break free from a cold pond.

And Luo Zu, who followed him here, has also seen through the mystery.

This demon tribe is really interesting. They actually want to control this rare treasure in the world through blood sacrifice.

As Luo Zu fiddled with the information, the consciousness of his clone broke through the magic array set up by the three Xuanxian demon tribes, reached the bottom of the cold pond, and communicated with this spiritual treasure that was like a piece of solid ice.

After the spirit of Lingbao was awakened by Luo Zu, it began to communicate with Luo Zu.

This magic treasure originally condensed three spiritual restrictions, but later its master encountered a powerful enemy and was defeated. His master died and has not returned since then, and two of his spiritual restrictions were broken. Now only one spiritual restriction is left here.

After several twists and turns, it finally fell into the hands of this demon tribe.

As for how many years he had stayed here, he was not sure, it could be a hundred thousand years, or maybe a million years.

In addition to wanting to refine and tame Him, these monsters also wanted to repair Him. After all, He was originally a spiritual treasure with three spiritual restrictions. The foundation was still there, and it would be easy to refine Him again and restore the three spiritual restrictions.

He said that the demons would often sacrifice lives to him, but he didn't want that, so he froze all the spirits from the blood sacrifices in the cold pond.

"It's too dirty to eat," He said.

Luo Zu didn't expect that the spirit of the spiritual treasure could actually have mysophobia.

He then expressed how his previous master nurtured him, generally by letting him practice on his own, and sometimes taking him to devour the civilization of certain developed tribes and transform them into spirituality.

That kind of civilization essence is His favorite. As for what will happen after the tribe’s civilization essence is devoured by Him, He is not quite sure. Perhaps the development process of civilization will be interrupted, and the development of the tribe will inevitably decline.

As for how many civilizations He had devoured, He did a quick count and found that approximately seven thousand tribes had been devoured by Him.

The other two spiritual treasures in the hands of his master were also fed in this way, and using such means to refine the spiritual treasures, their spirituality increased extremely quickly.

Just like this spiritual treasure, although it suffered severe damage and its two spiritual restrictions were broken, its wisdom was not lost much. It was even wiser than the Five Fire Fan in Luo Zu's hand.

This shows the benefits of devouring the essence of civilization.

Luo Zu had also heard that some practitioners or prehistoric creatures would devour the civilization of their own race to use it as nourishment, or simply as food.

"Do you want to leave here?" Luo Zu asked afterwards.

"Okay." The magic treasure agreed readily.

He was also happy to escape from the cage that imprisoned Him. No one does not yearn for freedom, unless they are provided with food and shelter.

But this demon tribe did not even bother to consult His needs, and only knew how to brutally use the method of sacrificing lives and blood to force Him to obey. He was not happy about that either, but unfortunately, He was severely injured, otherwise He would have caused an earth-shaking earthquake to this demon tribe.

It's a pity that he is a spiritual treasure. Although he has his own consciousness, he can hardly compete with the Golden Immortal. Especially now, without a master to drive him, he is afraid that he cannot defeat the three Mysterious Immortals, so he sleeps at the bottom of this cold pond for a long time.

Now he has found the opportunity, but Luo Zu is just a clone at the moment, and with his identity it is not easy for him to come forward and rescue him directly. He can only arrange an "adventure" for him and also arrange an adventure for a certain "chosen one" in the cold pond.

So this brings us to the topic of Wei Xin, the three-eyed human core, who is racking his brains in the cold pond, thinking about how to get out of the current situation.

He tried to swim out of the cold pond, but the water was not only cold, but also had huge waves and was not stable at all. Dozens of three-eyed people had been thrown into the water by the waves, and it was too late for him to save them. Moreover, there was some kind of magic power in the waves of the cold pond that suppressed his true Qi, and he could not use it at all.

Moreover, it was not only his three-eyed tribe that received this treatment in the cold pond. All the races that were thrown in at the same time, or the races that were thrown in here earlier, as well as those that were thrown in later, were not spared and received the same treatment.

He also didn't know how long this treatment would last, or how long he could endure it, and whether he would be able to return to his body in the Six Dust Realms after death. These were all unknown.

"Young Chief, the chief is dead too." A three-eyed member of the tribe cried out in grief.

Wei Xin was naturally shocked.

He dived into the water without hesitation. The water in the cold pond was freezing but clear, yet deep, with bottomless darkness gathering at the bottom.

The patriarch's body was gradually sinking, but had not yet sunk to the bottom and was not far from him. He swam hard towards it, and somehow all the memories of his life with the patriarch emerged in his mind.

In his eyes, the tribe leader has always been a gentle elder who works diligently for the cause of the Three-Eyed Tribe and never complains about the hard work.

Originally, the Three-Eyed Tribe would be passed into his hands smoothly, and he would lead the Three-Eyed Tribe to the peak, but he did not expect to encounter such a thing now.

The appearance of the demon tribe at this moment became hideous and ferocious in his heart, and the kindness of the three-eyed tribe leader continued to magnify.

The resistance of the water in the cold pond became greater and greater. It blocked the living but did not stop the dead bodies from sinking.

In addition, his true Qi was now suppressed by the magic power here, and his body's strength was also affected and weakened a lot. His breathing and breath-holding skills were also weakened. After diving more than three meters, he felt shortness of breath and dizziness.

The same thing happened to the other three-eyed people. They wanted to dive down and follow him, but they were blocked by the cold water. After diving a few feet, they felt their limbs become weak and their breathing became difficult. They could not continue and finally had to float up.

But Wei Xin continued. The memories in his mind continued to give him strength, and his body couldn't help but activate a breathing method deeply buried in his muscle memory.

It is the predecessor of Luo Zu's Qigong method - Luo Zu's breathing method!

Gradually, he actually felt a warmth surging in his body. The warmth gathered in his chest and flowed to all parts of his body with the beating of his heart.

The obstruction of the cold pond water gradually weakened, and he felt that the true Qi in his body was slowly recovering, and the power dormant in his body also revived.

However, the water flow in the pool became more turbulent, and the old patriarch's corpse was dragged faster, as if it had turned into an arrow shot from a bow, flying straight into the depths of the water.

He chased, he "escaped", but soon his newly recovered strength was exhausted again.

He finally wanted to give up.

But at this moment, a ball of golden light suddenly flashed out from under the water and rushed towards him.

"Is this a volcano? Is it erupting at this time?"

The young man recalled many legends of the six realms of dust.

But before he could react, the golden light hit him and pushed him out of the cold pool in an instant.

Just as he came out of the cold pond, he heard a roar.

"How dare you, little thief, steal my treasure!!"