I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 906

The dark red liquid in the crown of thorns floated motionless, no matter how Han Dong's mental power touched it, there was no response.

It took a long time for Han Dong to finally confirm that if this mass of dark red blood was the artifact spirit of the Crown of Thorns, then obviously, the artifact spirit was still in a deep sleep at this time, just like the original "Whispers of the Underworld God".

It's just that the "Whispers of the Gods" was damaged, and the spirit was forced to fall into a deep sleep. Although the crown of thorns in front of him was reduced to a semi-divine weapon, it was not damaged, so the spirit also fell into a deep sleep. among?
Han Dong couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only withdraw his perception spirit again, looked at the artifact in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

Obviously, the previous vision was just the instinct of the crown of thorns, no matter who wears it, that kind of strangeness will happen, which makes Han Dong have a deep fear of the crown of thorns in his heart, and he is no longer willing to touch it.

The effect of the crown of thorns is really powerful. Not only can it increase the strength of the user to a great level, but also double the physical strength and recovery power. As long as you wear it, you can immediately become an unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

It's a pity that the sequelae are too great, and it will affect a person's mind unconsciously!
"Perhaps it needs to be worn by a real blood race so that there will be no such sequelae..." Han Dong guessed in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, the ancient ghost clock in his mind suddenly sent a message to him, wanting to devour the crown of thorns in front of him!

Han Dong was taken aback. The Nether Ancient Clock was only of legendary quality now. Facing a semi-divine artifact, even a divine artifact, how could it swallow it?

The next moment, Han Dong summoned the Nether Ancient Clock and slowly approached the Crown of Thorns.

If consuming the crown of thorns can improve the rank of the Nether Ancient Clock, or even not improve the rank, but make it more powerful, Han Dong is 100% willing.

After all, the Nether Ancient Clock is a spiritual tool that I have 100% mastery of, and there is no sequelae after using it, while the Crown of Thorns is like a poisonous fruit, although it is delicious, it cannot be eaten.

Soon, the Nether Ancient Clock gradually grew larger, covering the entire Crown of Thorns.

roar~
As if sensing the danger, the crown of thorns vibrated violently in the ancient Nether clock, trying to escape from the shackles of the ancient clock, and at the same time a beast roar sounded in the ancient clock.

A phantom image suddenly appeared in front of Han Dong's eyes. Inside the Nether Ancient Clock, a huge sea of ​​blood appeared. At this time, the sea of ​​blood continued to surge and boil, and the power of blood and vitality rose from the sea of ​​blood, condensing into a sea of ​​blood. A bloody skeleton bit at the bell-shaped phantom.

"This sea of ​​blood is the spirit of the crown of thorns? So it didn't really fall asleep, and it can still wake up when it encounters danger..." Han Dong was startled, and suddenly felt extremely wise about the decision he made.

The crown of thorns is too dangerous. If you are not careful, the user may become its puppet without knowing it. It is better to let the ancient ghost clock completely swallow it to be more at ease.

At this time, inside the Nether Ancient Clock, thousands of bloody skeletons condensed from the sea of ​​blood, rushing towards the Nether Ancient Clock, lying on the inner wall and gnawing continuously, like ants swallowing an elephant.

when~
A crisp bell sounded, and invisible sound waves swept across the clock, and the bloody skeletons crouching on the inner wall of the Nether ancient clock were all shattered in an instant.

At the same time, a dark red pattern slowly appeared on the inner wall of the Nether Ancient Clock, which looked like tiny capillaries.

After being counterattacked, the Crown of Thorns did not give up resistance. The sea of ​​blood continued to boil, condensing terrifying monsters of energy and blood, which kept impacting the ancient Nether Clock, and the ancient Nether Clock kept ringing, draining the energy and blood. The monsters were all shattered and turned into blood mist, while absorbing the shattered blood mist little by little.

The divine crown was damaged, and the holy light beetle instinctively wanted to return to the divine crown and help resist together, but under the manipulation of Han Dong's control talisman, the holy light beetle could not go against Han Dong's wishes, and could only surround Han Dong impatiently, Unable to return to the Divine Crown to help it resist the engulfing of the Nether Bell.

"The power of the holy light beetle is also great against the Nether Ancient Clock. Once it returns, the engulfment of the Nether Ancient Clock is likely to fail. It must not be let go!" Han Dong thought to himself.

With a thought, Han Dong directly took back a few holy light beetles into the control talisman, completely cutting off the backing of the crown of thorns. The ball of blood in the crown of thorns alone is no match for the ancient ghost clock. The sea of ​​blood in the Nether Ancient Clock quickly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. The more blood puppets were summoned, the faster the crown of thorns would be swallowed.

Feeling that the overall situation was settled, Han Dong withdrew his perception and started wandering around the temple. Soon, he found a dozen metal boxes as tall as half a person placed in an inner hall of the temple. When it was opened, it was filled with all kinds of gold brick jewelry and various precious alchemy materials.

Han Dong's eyes suddenly brightened. For the current Han Dong, he would not pursue wealth too much, but there are too many of them in front of him. After opening more than a dozen boxes, Han Dong only made a rough estimate. The value is tens of billions, especially some rare alchemy materials, which cannot be bought even with money. For a while, Han Dong's mood became happier.

"This is the wealth left by a tribe, and it really didn't disappoint me..." Han Dong laughed loudly, except for the temple, there was a city outside, even though the blood tribe had taken away the most precious part when they fled, but Those who stayed were enough to make Han Dong a lot of money.

"From now on, this underground city will completely belong to me!" Han Dong thought to himself.

……

On the other side, an elite team of 300 people has gathered in the Uriel clan. Almost all of these people are blood clans above the Broken Star Realm. Each of them is at least [-] years old and has rich combat experience!

This is the background of the Uriel clan, and it is also the last card of the patriarch Salati.

At this time, Sarati's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water, and the clan artifact had completely severed contact with him, which also meant that the Uriel clan no longer had its own clan artifact.

Without the tribal artifact, Uriel would be expelled from the thirteen clans, which is probably inevitable. In the future, the Uriel clan will only be a small tribe in the blood clan, slowly dying out, or even directly annexed by other tribes.

Sarati, who had calmed down, finally realized that even if Baron Boris could control the talisman, he would not be able to betray it. Moreover, with the strength of Baron Boris, even if he had the talisman, he would not be able to possess the crown of thorns. It was something else that caused him to lose contact with the controlling talisman.

"The most likely reason is that Baron Boris was killed, and only when Boris is killed can the controlling talisman fall into the hands of others..." Sarati thought to himself.

"Patriarch, the Bloodfang squad has been assembled!" A blood clan wearing black close-fitting armor stepped forward, beat his chest with his left hand, and saluted Sarati.

Salatti looked at the team of 300 people in front of him with complicated eyes. This is the last foundation of the Uriel clan. Once dispatched, the fate of the Uriel clan will be out of his control!
After a long time, Sarati walked forward slowly, looked at the 300 people in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Warriors of the Uriel clan, the time has come for the clan to need you..."

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　Nine o'clock in the next chapter!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)