Chapter 975 (1/2)

On the other hand, under the clouds of fire, Ao Mian and other elders of the dragon clan had just driven the ratchet wheel again, but suddenly felt the constant, violent and heavy impact of dangdangdang.

The impact was obviously on the hanging ratchet wheel, but they were all driving the ratchet, which was connected with the supernatural spirit of this artifact. So the impact on the ratchet is like hitting them directly in their minds.

Fortunately, these old dragons are all big demons of golden elixir. Their spirits are powerful and they can barely bear them. For a general monk, he would be shocked to vomit blood.

But the impact was also second. The terrible thing was that under each impact, they could clearly feel that the great strength of the hanging ratchet was one point weaker.

Although this is not much, if we want to continue to tinkle like this, everyone knows that the hanging ratchet is bound to be damaged.

”They don't want to die. They dare to attack the hanging ratchet directly!” Ao ye, who is proficient in various kinds of magic tools, looks at the sky with a little gaping.

He is a great elder of the dragon clan in Donggong. He has been playing with Xuanqi for so many years. He has never seen a friar, and he is still a fragile human spirit practitioner. He goes straight to the body to make a Xuanqi.

All the five elders of the Dragon nationality looked up. Although the sky is full of blazing fire clouds, most people can't open their eyes at all, but these dragons, after all, have the blessing of powerful divine consciousness, which makes their eyesight extremely sharp.

Through the thick fire clouds, they can see the huge hanging ratchet. Although it has been burned red, it is still just a slowly rotating black shadow in the hot and dense fire light.

But on top of it, there is an extra blue spot. Although it is just like a little blue flame in the wind, it never goes out. And the impact of that sound came from that spot of light.

They put divine consciousness into their eyes, focused on that point, and saw a more shocking picture.

A young man, not very tall, but muscular and square faced, rode on a silver white tiger. Holding a huge copper axe, he chopped on the hanging ratchet one by one!

Compared with the ratchet wheel with a diameter of 100 Zhang, this young man is just an ant on the dike. But his axe was firmly cleaved on the ratchet without falling through.

Under this sharp axe, the red hanging ratchet is like soft candy. One axe is a pit.

It's just that the dark iron woven into the longitude and latitude of the hanging ratchet is too thick. It's more than ten meters thick. I don't know how many axes are needed to cut it.

The place where he split is the key. Once it is really cut off by him, the whole magic machine of hanging ratchet turns to be a heap of scrap iron.

Beyond the latitude and longitude of the ratchet wheel, there is an almost inexhaustible spirit of turning gold around it like a strong wind.

The closer we get to it, the fiercer the sharpness is, like a thousand cuts. It's impossible for ordinary monks to carry them. I'm afraid they will turn into foam.

But although the man was blown to pieces, and the flame from the fire cloud jacket roasted the grease, there was almost pure vitality in his body, constantly surging out to repair the injury, and there was no sign of weakness!

”Where does he have so much life?” Even Ao Mian of the three golden flowers is extremely depressed.

If this man used some magic weapon to restrain ratchet wheel and fire jacket, it would be fine, but he obviously used ordinary body protection magic power, or pure green wood magic power of Cuiyu palace!

It's just that the man can carry it with his magic power. What's his mount? Can a spirit beast as a footwork in Cuiyu Palace also bear the double power of hanging ratchet and hanging sky fire cloud coat?

”This is the eternal success of Qingmu handed down by the old thief of Qin.”