The sound of thunder suddenly sounded in the pool, and in the vast palace, there were streaks of lightning tearing through the void. The Purple Flame Thunder Emperor Whip that came out of the water was like a fierce python, making huge waves and roaring for nine days.

"So heavy."

The moment Feng Wuhen stretched out his hand to hold it, his expression suddenly changed slightly. The Purple Flame Thunder Emperor Whip gave him the feeling of lifting a mountain with his hand.

It is extremely heavy, and it is quite difficult to swing it.

"A top-grade treasure?"

After getting started, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes. This legendary weapon that surpassed treasures was actually only at the level of a top-grade treasure.

Although high-grade treasures are quite rare, almost all the major overlord-level forces have collections, and even super-grade mysterious weapons are in their collections.

As a result, the gap with imagination is a bit huge.

"There is a seal."

After all, the ancient head was a mysterious master. He saw the mystery at a glance and said in deep thought: "Although there is a seal, this Purple Flame Thunder Emperor Whip is absolutely invincible among top-grade treasures. As long as you can exert half of its power,

If you can, it's enough to crush your opponents."

Crunch!

At this moment, a rather coincidental scene occurred.

The two parties, Blood Wolf and Mitaka Castle, pushed open the stone door at the same time and appeared in the palace.

"Purple Flame Thunder Emperor Whip!"

When Xue Lang and Lord Leng saw the weapon in Feng Wuhen's hand, their pupils shrank sharply and their expressions changed drastically.

"Walk!"

The two of them stopped thinking about the remaining treasures in the treasure pool, made a quick decision, and rushed forward to the entrance of the third floor.

"Can you leave?"

Feng Wuhen smiled ferociously, and while he was shouting wildly, the ten-foot-long Purple Flame Thunder King Whip was like a giant python, dragging the sky-high purple flames and surging lightning, sweeping across.

Phew!

Lord Leng and Xue Lang had traces of blood spilling from the corners of their mouths, and were forcefully pushed back.

The three parties immediately fought together. This time, Feng Wuhen seemed to have no intention of giving the two of them a way to survive. He made up his mind to deal with the two old ghosts on the second floor without giving them a chance to come into contact with the Blood-devouring Grimoire.

In the midst of a fierce battle.

The green dragon mural flashed with light, and Lin Yun walked out quietly.

“It’s so lively.”

While these three people were fighting fiercely, the remaining people, such as Master Fu, Old Man Gu, and the remaining two castle masters of Miting Castle, each jumped into the air and ran towards the Hundred Treasure Pond.

Lin Yun's eyes swept back and forth, and his eyes fell on the treasure pool that the three masters had no time to pay attention to, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There is no reason to miss a God-given opportunity.

In the flash of golden light, Lin Yun stretched out his arms, and his figure was like an ancient golden crow. In the blink of an eye, he jumped in front of the four people and landed in the Hundred Treasure Pond.
Chapter completed!