Although Su Zimo did not know the background of the metal rod, he believed that Lin Xuanji would not be wrong about it!
He was about to ask monkey to accept the metal rod.
However, monkey had already turned around and said to Little Fatty, "Fatty, I want this rod."
"Sure, no problem!"
Little Fatty was in a great mood and agreed without hesitation.
"Hais."
Su Zimo's ears twitched and he could vaguely hear a soft sigh from Lin Xuanji beside him.
Su Zimo snickered internally and walked over, asking softly, "Brother Lin, what's the background of this metal rod?"
"How would I know?"
Lin Xuanji rolled his eyes and was unwilling to say anything more.
"Then why are you sighing?"
"Tsk, you can even hear that?"
Lin Xuanji's eyes widened and he pondered for a moment before smacking his lips. "I can't tell exactly what it is either. However, it's definitely something good and isn't weaker than a connate Dharmic weapon!"
"Psst!"
Su Zimo sucked in a breath of cold air.
That was a rather high evaluation!
Lin Xuanji explained, "There are way too many legendary items and treasures in this world. How can any weapon created after birth compare to them?"
Su Zimo understood.
For example, the Divine Phoenix Bone in his right hand was stronger than any connate Dharmic weapon even though it did not have any Dharmic patterns!
Monkey casually found a rag and carried the metal rod on his back.
Linghu walked down the stone shelf and was dazzled.
There were way too many treasures on it and it was a dazzling sight.
Linghu picked up a long saber that shone with a chilling aura.
Even after tens of thousands of years, the saber's sharpness was still extremely sharp and exuded a chilling intent. The blade was almost transparent and there were patterns carved on it – it was a work of the gods!
It was a perfect Dharmic weapon.
Linghu could not bear to let it go and played with it for a long time before putting it back reluctantly.
Before long, Linghu picked up another spear and had a great time with it – it was truly ferocious.
A moment later, Linghu put the spear back.
"Alas!"
Linghu sighed.
It would be great if he could take all these treasures away.
As he walked, Linghu seemed to sense something. His gaze shifted to a corner of the stone shelf.
There were four hooks there.
Linghu stepped forward and picked up the four hooks. He wiped away the dust on them and revealed the original appearance of the hooks. They were as white as jade and almost transparent.
There were no patterns on it.
It didn't look like it was made of metal.
For some reason, the moment Linghu picked up the hook, the blood in his body became restless, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.
It was as if these four hooks had something to do with him!
Linghu's heart skipped a beat as he conjured a tiger claw. Channeling his inner core, he extended his sharp claws.
"Eh, it really does look like it."
Linghu grinned.
He discovered that his tiger claws were actually somewhat similar to these four hooks.
Linghu reached out his tiger claw and touched the hook in his hand.
Pa!
That single touch did not matter.
Linghu's claws were sliced cleanly by the hook in his hand!
"How sharp!"
When he saw that, Su Zimo's pupils constricted slightly.
After cultivating the Void Thunder Manual, Linghu's bloodline was extraordinary.
The sharpness and toughness of his claws was such that even Blood Quencher could not sever them!
"F * ck … what the f * ck is this? How dare you break my claws!"
Linghu was stunned for a moment before cursing. Flustered and exasperated, he was prepared to throw the four jade-like hooks back.
All of a sudden!
In a moment of carelessness, Linghu's fingertip was touched gently by the hook.
Instantly, fresh blood flowed and dyed the hook red!
The next moment, something even scarier happened!
The hook dug into Linghu's fingertip bit by bit without his control!
The ten fingers were connected to the heart.
"Ah!"
Linghu reared his head and howled in pain. Instinctively, he channeled his strength into his palm and clenched it.
That single clench was fine but the remaining three hooks pierced his palm as well.
Upon contact with Linghu's blood, the remaining three hooks fused into Linghu's palm as well!
The entire process happened extremely quickly. By the time Su Zimo reacted, the four hooks had already vanished, leaving behind a convulsing Linghu who was rolling on the ground in pain.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! "
A series of deep roars came from the depths of Linghu's throat.
Crackle!
Crackle! Within Linghu's body, his tendons and bones rang together as his bloodline surged. In the blink of an eye, he reverted to his true form and exuded an extremely terrifying aura with a torrential malevolent aura!
Linghu's skin was already cracking and his flesh was exploding!
The next moment, he recovered.
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo and Lin Xuanji's expressions changed slightly as they exclaimed at the same time, "He's reborn!"
Linghu was experiencing a huge opportunity!
The originator of this fortuitous encounter was the four hooks!
Lin Xuanji said deeply, "If I'm not wrong, there's a high chance that the four hooks are the claws of a divine being of the tiger race! Linghu won't be able to use them for now. Once he cultivates an Essence Spirit, they'll come in handy. "
An hour later, Linghu's tragic cries gradually subsided.
A while later, Linghu reverted to his human form and leaped up from the ground. Without using much strength, he leaped a hundred feet high – it was clear that he had been reborn and his strength had increased tremendously – he was at the peak of Inner Core!
With another step, he would be able to cultivate an Essence Spirit and become a fiend demon!
On the other side, the Golden Lion hesitated for a long time before choosing a perfect saber – it was a Dharmic weapon.
Qing Qing chose a perfect Dharmic weapon as well – it was a feather fan.
Qing Qing looked at the feather fan with a clear hint of sorrow in her eyes.
The feather fan was jade green in color. Although it was not imbued with Dharmic powers, it emitted a scorching aura.
Su Zimo's mind raced and he understood right away.
That feather fan must have been made from the feathers of a Bi Fang!
Qing Qing was filled with sorrow when she thought of her father who might have died in the Thousand Spiders Sand Dune.
On the other side, little fox hesitated for a long time before choosing a pitch-black umbrella.
"Why did you choose this umbrella?"
Su Zimo asked, "Weapons like this don't have strong offensive capabilities. Most of the time, they can only be used for defense."
"It's fine,"
Little fox chuckled. "With this umbrella, I can help you block some damage at critical moments while I'm by your side, sir."
Su Zimo went silent.
A moment later, he raised his head and looked at little fox seriously. "Little Fox, don't worry. I'll definitely get that Fire Blocking Basket back for you personally!"
"Yes!"
Little fox nodded solemnly. "I trust you, sir."
Monkey and the other four had already chosen the treasures they wanted.
However, Su Zimo had no clue.
At the end of the palace, there was a skeleton in clothes.
That should be the Master of the Great Tomb!
Although tens of thousands of years had passed and the flesh of Conjoint Body Mighty Figures had already withered, their bones were still indestructible!
It was rumored that after a Mahayana Realm patriarch died, their flesh and blood would not decay even after 100,000 years. Their bodies were truly indestructible and indestructible!
The truly eye-catching thing was not the skeleton of the Conjoint Body Mighty Figure.
Instead, it was the gigantic electric pool behind him that surged with purple lightning and emitted a terrifying aura!
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