"The king condition is being generated, please wait. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" The cold, unforgiving voice came again.

Suddenly, with the words of the word, the dark environment around Zhang Ning also receded like a tide, revealing the true face of the place where Zhang Ning was.

At this time, Zhang Ning was in a magnificent palace covering an area of dozens of hectares.

Not far from him was the Demon Gate from which he had advanced.

"Sure enough, the corridor I walked through just now was all an illusion? Zhang Ning thought silently in his heart, turned his head and looked around.

It is surrounded by a staircase and is circular. It was filled with dense things that Zhang Ning had never seen, there were vases and awls, but without exception, they were all carved with complicated lines.

Zhang Ning casually picked up a small awl the size of a palm and put it in front of his eyes, looked at it, closed his eyes, and probed it with his divine sense.

After a moment, Zhang Ning opened his eyes. "The structure is similar to that dart, but it's much smarter in terms of design and energy conversion. ”

But apparently Zhang Ning didn't take the awl to heart, and put it back in place at will, walking towards the center of the hall.

In the center of the hall is a small three-story staircase, and in the middle is a circle of land of 100 square meters. On all sides of this round land stood four pillars that reached to heaven.

Zhang Ning looked up and saw that the pillar rising from the ground stood upright, and there was no end in sight, as if there was no end in the air, not at all like the underground.

"Weird. Zhang Ning muttered.

If you look closely, you can see that these four pillars are carved with complicated patterns, but they are vaguely similar to animals. But because the pillar is too large and tall. Zhang Ning couldn't see it at all, so he couldn't help but look towards the center of the circle.

Suddenly, Zhang Ning's brows furrowed. "What is this?"

In the middle of the pillar floated an object made up of several rings, and in the middle of it burned a golden flickering flame, which had a divine might.

Before Zhang Ning could react, a few objects scattered on the ground not far from him floated up and drilled into it with a "whoosh".

As this kind of thing happened, those round wheels also began to rotate and wrap, and the speed was so fast that Zhang Ning only saw an afterimage.

It seemed that there was nothing to do, so Zhang Ning sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly waiting for the so-called royal weapon.

In Zhang Ning's mind, this so-called royal weapon must be an artifact, combined with the question asked by the ruthless voice just now, it is a weapon, and the flames in front of him and the things that suddenly enter all indicate that something is going on here.

"Refinery!"

But the cultivation tool is the same as alchemy, it is a long and complicated process, so it is useless for Zhang Ning to be in a daze there, and Zhang Ning can feel that there is abundant aura in this space for him to practice.

Gradually, Zhang Ning closed his eyes. The blood armor on his body gradually submerged into Zhang Ning's body, revealing a hideous and bloody blood-colored tattoo.

The two pitch-black dragon horns on their heads also shrank back on their own, as if they were not made of bones.

After this exaggerated appearance was removed, the blood-colored tattoo on Zhang Ning's body gradually faded into the skin, but the black gluttonous tattoo was never seen again.

At the same time, Zhang Ning's knowledge is in the sea. Zhang Ning's incarnation stood indifferently in this vast spiritual sea, but the originally golden spiritual sea turned into a sea of blood at this time, and the gluttonous beast standing in half of the space was nowhere to be found.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that in the sea of blood under the feet of Zhang Ning's incarnation, there is a black figure slowly wandering there.

At this time, even Zhang Ning himself didn't notice that a bundle of red blood lines appeared at the center of his eyebrows at this time.

But fortunately, the power of the blood veins has receded, and the bloody hair on his head has also returned to a soft pitch black, otherwise Zhang Ning will probably only be very uncomfortable once he returns to China.

But Zhang Ning didn't take all this to heart, and let his long hair cover the blood line, and he entered a long cultivation. Zhang Ning didn't know how long he had been cultivating, and suddenly a voice came from his ears.

"Ding, the second inheritor of the king weapon 'hate' is customized. ”

Zhang Ning opened his eyes, a pair of Chinese eyes as black as ink. But if you look closely, there is a hungry beast in the depths of this gaze.

Zhang Ning opened his eyes and stood up silently, and the round wheel stopped spinning and winding and suddenly stopped there. At this moment, the golden flame in the center was entwined with a spear as black as ink.

"Inherit No. 2 to receive the royal artifact. The emotionless voice came again.

The inky spear in the center trembled slightly, and let out a soft groan. The tip of the gun turned, pointed to Zhang Ning's location, and rushed over with a "whoosh".

Zhang Ning didn't stop it, and his face didn't show any fear, but raised his right hand slightly.

When the spear that turned into a black light was about to touch Zhang Ning's palm, the tip of the spear suddenly turned, and it spun in the air, and the pitch-black body wandered around Zhang Ning wantonly a few times like a happy child, and suddenly stood beside Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning lightly grasped the pitch-black spear with his right hand, and a slight coolness came, and he couldn't imagine that it had been tempered in the flames just now.

Suddenly, Zhang Ning felt a pain in his palms, his skin seemed to be scratched, and blood suddenly came out.

But Zhang Ning still didn't care, the blood in the palm of his hand flowed all over the body of the gun, as if the blood was guided by an invisible force, and a long spear as black as ink was completely dyed with blood, and then penetrated into the gun, returning to the original black and inky beauty.

Zhang Ning pulled out the spear, held it with both hands, and slowly felt the heavy spear.

Zhang Ning didn't know what the material of this gun was, it was cold, and there was a dragon carved on it, the dragon's head extended to the tip of the spear, biting the tail end of the spear, as if spit out the tip of the spear from the dragon's mouth.

On both sides of the tip of the gun, the word hate is engraved in the font of a small seal, which is simple and elegant, and has a different kind of momentum.

Although Zhang Ning's movements are light, Zhang Ning knows that the weight of this spear is not as simple as it seems.

Zhang Ning carefully weighed it and found that the weight of this spear was at least no less than 3,000 catties, even if he didn't use any moves, just an ordinary puncture could kill him, and he would be injured when he touched it.

"Good gun!" Zhang Ning opened his mouth to praise, his heart was excited, he finally had a weapon of his own.

You don't need to rely on your own blood to make a long robbery, and you don't have to worry about the weapons on your body being dissolved when you encounter an enemy who uses a thunderbolt attribute move, and you can only resist with flesh and hard.