The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

"The power of rebellion, do you know which weapon is the real prehistoric weapon?"

Ye Mo couldn't help asking.

"How could I know? All the formations in this treasury were arranged before the fall of the Great Desolate Patriarch. I only know the danger, but I don't know how to break it."

The words of the power of rebellion did not deceive Ye Mo. If he really knew, Yuduoluo would have looted this place long ago.

You know, whoever can get all the treasures of this prehistoric ruins can truly become the most powerful person in this world.

Hearing this, Ye Mo's eyes also sank. It seems that under the current situation, it is impossible to rely on the power of rebellion.

If they want to get the prehistoric weapons, they have to rely on themselves.

"What are you two good at?"

Ye Mo suddenly asked.

"I'm better at attacking!"

Yang Jian said lightly.

"I am good at defense. The storm created by my boneless fan can condense a very powerful wind wall, and it is difficult for ordinary heavenly attacks to harm me."

Ye Wuhen said.

"How about this, I'm going to get the weapon, Yang Jian, you are responsible for helping me resist the attack that may be triggered next, as for Ye Wuhen, you can use defensive methods, after I get the weapon, no matter whether I succeed or not, I will hide in the Go, the next step is to play by ear, what do you think?"

Ye Mo asked the two gods for their opinions.

"good!"

The two gods nodded at the same time, agreeing to Ye Mo's suggestion.

Ye Mo looked at the five weapons on one side, and his face became more dignified. There are more than a thousand treasures at this level, each of which contains many formations and mechanisms.

Even the Eastern Emperor and the Dragon Blood Heavenly Emperor, when they were in the Heavenly God Realm, they only took away the primordial magic from the first-level treasury, but did not go deep into the second-level treasury.

It is conceivable how dangerous the treasure house in the front will be.

If he was alone, he would not have much confidence in taking away the prehistoric weapon from these ten weapons.

"I'm going to get a weapon!"

Ye Mo walked to the edge of the wall, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a long gun, because he used a gun in the first place, so Ye Mo instinctively chose that weapon.

As for Yang Jian, he also sacrificed the Shuanglang Tiansha Halberd, and Ye Wuhen also sacrificed the Boneless Fan.

Next, is the most dangerous moment!

Ye Mo grabbed it and wanted to hold the spear, but he immediately felt that something was wrong, and the spear started to vibrate.

Afterwards, bursts of gun light swept out from the spear, erupting directly like a volcano.

Ye Mo's face changed drastically, and he retreated again and again.

"Sirius Slash!"

At this time, Yang Jian had already made a move, and the halberd in his hand slashed, like a sky wolf rushing to eat, bombarding those spear lights, causing violent fluctuations.

At the same time, he waved his halberd again and again, phantoms of Sirius crazily slashed at them to cover Ye Mo.

At this time, Ye Mo had retreated to Ye Wuhen's side, and a wall of wind had formed around him to resist it.

Those gun lights hit the wind wall and couldn't break through for a while.

"Yang Jian, I'll open a hole, and you rush in quickly."

Ye Wuhen yelled, and with a wave of his arm, opened a hole in Fengbi. Seeing this, Yang Jian also got in directly, and the hole in Fengbi healed up again.

"You quickly pour your own chaotic divine power into the wind wall. I can feel that this wind wall can't last long!"

As soon as the words fell, the three gods at the same time urged the power of chaos, pouring it continuously, making the wind wall surrounding them sweep more violently, forming an indestructible layer of defense.

However, that long spear contained very violent energy, and the continuous bursts of spear light had caused a storm of spear light to blow up in the entire space.

If they were not protected by the wind wall, their fate would definitely not be much better.

"Here, it's too scary. The Eastern Emperor and the Dragon Blood Emperor, how did they take the treasure from here?"

Ye Wuhen couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.

Fortunately, they are three gods acting together this time. If they are alone, they will definitely die.

"Did you see that there seems to be a gate deep in the palace, perhaps leading to another palace?"

Yang Jian also said: "My master returned without success in this kind of treasure house back then. He said that if he can successfully obtain the treasure, it may open the door to the next palace."

As soon as his words fell, his face changed in vain, because the spear light from the outside world swept even more violently, and the surrounding wind walls had already begun to twist and might shatter at any time.

"Oops!"

Ye Wuhen shouted.

However, at this moment, Ye Mo's body was shaken, and he crazily poured his chaotic divine power into the wind wall.

Today's Ye Mo's chaotic power is comparable to a god who has fused seventy-eight sources of power. I don't know how majestic it is. Even if Yang Jian and Ye Wuhen add up, they can't match his chaotic power.

Seeing that Fengbi's defense had strengthened again, Yang Jian and Ye Wuhen looked at Ye Mo in disbelief, and were greatly surprised.

"Ye Mo, it seems that you got their dragon soul, and the power of the ancestor dragon has been improved again."

Yang Jian sighed.

Ye Mo only fused three sources of power, but the power of chaos is so powerful. In his opinion, one is that the power of the ancestor dragon is too powerful. Another point is that Ye Mo has cultivated some special means, which can combine the source of power, All are poured into the power of the deity.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is to obtain the power of the wild, but in the books of Tiangong, the conditions for controlling the power of the wild were recorded.

The first point, must be a strong man against the sky.

Therefore, in the cognition of all the gods of the Tiangong, it is impossible for the strong in the realm of the gods to control the power of the prehistoric.

This is why so many heavenly monarchs, seeing Ye Mo's power, did not guess that Ye Mo has mastered the power of the prehistoric.

"That's right, the me now, just got their dragon soul, the power of this deity has already reached a hundred feet, and I may not be weaker than you."

Ye Mo's words were still a bit modest. Yang Jian and Ye Wuhen were not mediocre people. They thought they would not be Ye Mo's opponents in a mere competition of Chaos Divine Power.

With the passage of time, the surrounding gun lights also slowly dissipated, and the three gods also withdrew their chaotic divine power.

After the wind wall disappeared, Ye Mo also breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "There are still nine weapons, which means that if we are unlucky, it is very likely that we will pick the wrong eight times."

It seems that it is not so easy to take away the prehistoric weapon from it.

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