Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 567 Black Underworld
Just when Ye Xuan was selecting a war spear in the War Treasure Pavilion's treasure house.

On the streets of Black Dragon City, a man covered in a black robe was walking slowly on the street.

Under the face covered by the black robe, his eyes glowed green and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"It disappeared again?" he murmured hoarsely.

This person is none other than the killer from the Ghost Palace, damned.

He searched for and hunted down Ye Xuan all the way, but what made him quite depressed was that the boy used some unknown means and his breath disappeared from time to time, making it impossible for him to track him down.

In his hand there was a jade talisman, which was faintly glowing. This jade talisman could apparently sense Ye Xuan's position, but at this moment, it had lost its target.

“If I find this guy, I must pry open his head to see how he avoids the detection of the Soul-Seeking Jade.” Tiansha said to himself coldly.

"Bang" He was thinking about finding an inn to rest when a short figure walking quickly towards him bumped into him, and then the short figure sat down on the ground.

"Ouch, you hurt me! Don't you have eyes?" It turned out to be a little girl in tattered clothes. She was as dirty as a little beggar and her appearance could not be seen clearly. She lowered her head, covered her butt and complained.

Tiansha's face darkened, and two balls of ghostly fire in his eye sockets suddenly grew brighter.

"Ah, you really have no eyes?" The little girl's face turned pale, and she quickly stood up and ran away.

Tiansha's face was gloomy. He sneered and walked away.

If there weren't so many people on the street, I wouldn't mind drinking some human blood.

However, when he found an inn and prepared to pay the room fee, his face changed and he discovered that his ring was missing!

"Damn it! I encountered a pickpocket. It was that little girl."

……

In the small square of the War Treasure House.

"This war spear contains the power of dragon, which is just suitable for you, 'Young Master Long'. It is sold for one million intermediate Yuanshi!" Old Mo smiled and introduced the Silver Nether Dragon Pattern Spear to Ye Xuan.

One million intermediate Yuanshi. Even Zhu Yankang was shocked when he heard it. This was an astronomical figure.

They looked at Long Qishi mockingly, not believing that he could afford this precious spear.

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, thinking that Long Qishi must have never offended this old guy before, so he would take out such a spear.

Of course, with Long Qishi's wealth, he couldn't afford it, but that didn't mean Ye Xuan couldn't.

Ye Xuan remained calm as he reached out and grabbed the silver spears carried by the two waiters.

The Yuanli circulated in it, and suddenly a dragon roar was heard from the spear.

"Good gun." Ye Xuan nodded, waved it a few times, but shook his head, "No, this gun is too light, it flies easily when waved. Is there a heavier one?"

The main thing about a war spear is its dominance and heaviness, but he used this spear like swinging a willow branch.

Mo Lao's eyes flashed, "Do you want something heavier?"

Old Mo was slightly surprised, this gun was specially made for the seventh to eighth level of the Martial King realm.

After another summons, four more waiters came out of the treasury carrying golden spears.

This war spear is one size larger than the Silver Nether Dragon Pattern Spear, and the spear body is covered with a golden halo.

Ye Xuan held it in his hand and as he injected his energy into it, the entire gun was covered with golden flames, and he was wrapped into a golden fire man.

But Ye Xuan only waved it twice, frowned again, and threw it aside.

"The properties of the gun don't suit me. This gun is more suitable for fire warriors."

Old Mo raised his eyebrows and continued to transmit the message. Then, spears were brought out one after another, but none of them met Ye Xuan's wishes.

Either it's light, or its attributes are not suitable for Ye Xuan!
Old Mo's expression gradually turned ugly. At this point, he began to suspect that Ye Xuan was unable to come up with the Yuan Stone and was making excuses here.

Shuizhu suddenly thought of something and whispered something in Mo Lao's ear.

Mo Lao's heart moved, and then he laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Young Master Long is also an accomplished body cultivator. Then I can only take out the gun. Its properties will definitely satisfy Young Master Long, but I don't know if Young Master Long can lift it."

Following Mo Lao's message, a moment later, four waiters pushed a chariot out of the treasury. On the chariot was a pitch-black spear that was emitting a faint light.

Although this gun is of normal size, it gives people an extremely heavy feeling when it appears. The gun is covered with scars, and a faint sense of sadness emanates from the gun.

"Hei Ming, this spear is made entirely of black magic gold. It was once used by a senior spear cultivator. In a war, that senior died and the spear was also damaged. Due to its heavy weight, no one in this pavilion can use it." Old Mo introduced.

Zhu Yankang and the others had a mocking look in their eyes. How heavy would this gun be if it was pushed out by a chariot?
I only heard Old Mo say, "This spear weighs 99,999 kilograms. The weight of this spear alone is enough to kill King Wu. Moreover, since it is made of black magic gold, it is absolutely suitable for magic cultivators to use!"

Ye Xuan frowned, the gun had obviously suffered considerable damage.

But when Ye Xuan felt the faint sadness on the gun, his heart moved. It was obvious that this gun had a hint of spirituality.

He stretched out one hand and grasped the pitch-black gun under the gaze of everyone. Suddenly, the whole gun body vibrated slightly. At first, there was a rejection, but when Ye Xuan input a trace of demonic attribute of Yuanli, the gun calmed down.

"Good gun!" A strange light flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. This gun was indeed in line with his energy and flowed smoothly.

But the next moment, when he was about to raise his spear, he felt a heavy pressure.

The sneers on Zhu Yankang and others' faces became even more intense.

Ye Xuan's face was solemn. He held the gun with both hands and raised it suddenly. The pitch-black spear was in his grasp.

"Hu~Hu~" Ye Xuan's face was solemn, holding the gun in both hands, and in the stunned eyes of Zhu Yankang, Shuizhu, Zhang He and others, he waved the gun majestically, and the whole small square was filled with black gun shadows.

It was not known whether Ye Xuan did it intentionally or not, but he kept waving his spear around Zhu Yankang and other disciples, forcing them to retreat continuously.

"boom!"

"Okay! Let's take this Black Nether. How many Yuanshi does it cost? This is a damaged gun, so the price shouldn't be that expensive, right?"

(End of this chapter)