Chapter 229 (1/2)

However, in the second-class countries, although spiritual instruments are precious, they are not rare. Even, some forces have more advanced treasures.

In ancient books, the only first-class country in the Shengyuan Empire, there are legendary artifacts, and there are many treasures. As for the sacred vessels, the supreme vessels belong to the legendary existence and have long disappeared.

In addition to the recent hardness, the biggest difference between these weapons is the difference in additional capabilities.

Some have auxiliary defense functions, others can increase the attack strength of the holder. Various, difficult to summarize. There are also different kinds of increasing range, that is, the difference between spiritual weapons and precious weapons.

There is also another function of artifact, that is, to change form.

It can simulate the non combat state according to the master's will. Perhaps, a humble thing is a rare artifact in the world.

Since the birth of Mu Qingge, there is no suitable weapon.

At present, Mengmeng has sent her a artifact directly. Is it too arrogant?

But she likes it!

The corners of the mouth hook up a light curved arc, Mu light song to Meng Meng way: ”lead the way ahead, take the artifact.”

Meng Meng nodded, and immediately jumped out of Mu Qingge's loosened fingers and fell skillfully on her shoulder.

Back at the edge of the thunder pool again, mu Qingge is not in a hurry to experience the function of the thunder pool. Instead, he focuses on the silver cocoon suspended above the thunder pool.

”Master silver, you break the cocoon and Linglong will come out.” Meng Meng sings to Mu Qing. Then, narcissistic way: ”no way, who let Linglong not like others soy sauce purple have their own consciousness?”

Mu Qingge's eyes flashed and looked at Meng Meng: ”what do you mean?”

”That is to say, although Linglong is powerful, it has not yet produced any tools and spirits, and has not sprouted and sprouted fiercely.” Meng Meng is proud to support on the waist with a little fat hand.

Mu Qingge purses her lips and doesn't care about Meng Meng's narcissism, but puts her eyes back on the cocoon.