Chapter 278 The mace is the real body

Then there is another possibility. This is a treasure that was formed naturally. It had spirituality when it was born and was picked up by the monster by chance.

Zhang Tie looked at the treasure on the ground and fell into deep thought.

The iron rod part of the mace is made of several roughly ground nails, sparsely stuck on the top of the rod.

Following the iron rod downwards, there is a bamboo pole, and a hemp rope is tied to the part connecting the bamboo pole and the iron rod.

It looks like it was artificial no matter how you look at it.

Zhang Tie was puzzled.

Just as Zhang Tie was hesitating, the mace on the ground suddenly began to vibrate with a buzzing sound, and white light kept flashing around it.

Just like a little kid trying hard to show his own value.

Zhang Tie was indeed attracted by the reaction of the mace. He walked over and put the mace away first.

Zhang Tie walked towards the mace, the light on the mace flashed faster, and he cheered.

When he walked to the shaft of the mace and was about to pick it up, the light of the mace flashed to the extreme.

Zhang Tie's hand stopped in mid-air, only a palm's distance away from the mace, and then Zhang Tie quickly pulled his hand back.

The mace spun violently, and the iron rod flew up and hit Zhang Tie's palm.

Fortunately, Zhang Tie retracted his hand in advance, and the mace only hit his fingers.

Boom, boom, boom! His heart was beating rapidly and beads of sweat appeared on his back.

Zhang Tie widened his eyes, staring at the mace in front of him with fear and anger.

The blow just now was aimed at his head!
Zhang Tie turned his palm, with the palm facing his eyes. The palm that had just been swept by the mace was intact.

But Zhang Tie could no longer feel his fingers.

He clenched his fist, leaving his little finger alone.

Zhang Tie used his other hand to gently touch the little finger that had lost all feeling. The little finger shattered like ceramic, fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

Just like those villagers.

If the mace fell on his head, he would become a new sight in the village.

This is too much, Zhang Tie hasn’t lived enough!

He immediately urged Zi Ji Tian Jun to transform into a purple evil ghost to prevent the mace from coming into contact with his body.

The shaft of the mace gradually became smooth, and a faceless face appeared on the bamboo pole. He was the real monster.

One pair, two pairs...

Twelve-hole monster.

The mace is the real body.

Zhang Tie was cheated and suffered a small loss.

Ziji Tianjun swung his huge fist and smashed it onto the mace.

Although the mace was agile, its speed was not as fast as Zhang Tie's fist, and it was knocked to the ground by a punch.

Then Zhang Tie kept moving, bang bang bang, and the mace flew everywhere.

With the previous lesson, Zhang Tie carefully observed the changes in Zi Ji Tian Jun's fist when he used Zi Ji Tian Jun to touch the mace.

The fist didn't change.

Zhang Tie's face lit up with joy, he felt relieved, and used Zi Ji Tian Jun's fist to grab the mace that was jumping up and down as he hit it.

This mace is too hard, just like those monsters, and it is impossible to destroy it by violence.

The mace struggled for a while in Zi Ji Tian Jun's huge fist like chopsticks, and then it became completely motionless.

Zi Ji Tian Jun placed the mace in front of his stomach, facing Zhang Tie's body.

A ball of fire emerged from Zi Ji Tian Jun's stomach.

After the fireball wrapped around the mace, Zhang Tie did not stop his actions, and continued to shoot fireballs one after another.

However, the mace was like a piece of stone and did not change at all.

Zhang Tie stopped releasing the fireball spell and tried to break the mace. The mace still did not change at all, not even a trace of bending.

Zhang Tie then tried various methods, but still had no solution.

He sat on the ground dejectedly. He couldn't destroy this broken thing no matter what he did. It was so dangerous and could attack automatically, as if it had intelligence.

Could an ordinary weapon also turn into a monster? What on earth could have caused this?
Never mind for now, the secrets have nothing to do with me, let’s just deal with this broken stick first.

"Let's take it back and let Arya try it first. She has a special spiritual sense and maybe she can deal with this broken stick!"

So Zhang Tie grabbed the mace with Zi Ji Tian Jun and walked towards the hut.

. . .

The Blood Demon Ancestor turned around and around and finally arrived at a huge space.

Overhead was a massive ball of fire, lighting up the entire clearing.

"This is a rough world. There is no spatial transformation at all. It must have been dug out with bare hands, right?"

She immediately saw the true nature of this dungeon, "But that's okay."

There was no fluctuation on the pale face of the Blood Demon Ancestor, and a second bloody picture flashed in his eyes.

It determined Zhang Tie's direction and then turned into a streak of blood.

After a stick of incense, the blood shadow fell to the ground.

The Blood Demon Ancestor frowned beautifully, she believed that there was absolutely no mistake in her bloody picture.

But when she looked around, she found that although the surrounding scenery and trees matched, there was no cabin in this place.

"come out!"

The cold voice of the Blood Demon Ancestor echoed, and then blood snakes wandered in all directions, searching again and again nearby.

The blood energy of those bloody little snakes was limited, and soon, they returned to the body of the Blood Demon Ancestor one by one.

Every time she took back a little snake, her face turned colder.

Until the last little snake appeared, the Blood Demon Ancestor completely lost all clues.

She looked struggling. In this situation, she still had two choices. One was to give up Arya and leave the Blood Clothes Society.

One is to use the Blood Demon Tracking Technique once again. She believes that after using the Blood Demon Tracking Technique twice, she will be able to find Zhang Tie's trace.

"No, I can't leave the Blood Robe Society!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor made a decision, and the irritability on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold expression.

This is her character. Once she makes a decision, she won't hesitate any more.

Balls of blood gushed out of her body, forming a blood clot the size of a head.

But now he no longer has Zhang Tie's hair, so he can only rely on the previous scene.

She placed the image in her mind into her consciousness, put it into the blood clot, and then the flame burned.

Her cultivation level had reached the middle stage of foundation building, and her face was frighteningly pale, but she also got the picture she wanted.

In the picture, a blurry little house appeared in her mind. This time, without Zhang Tie's hair, it was not as precise, but she could still determine the general direction.

She took a breath for a while, then turned into a streak of blood and flew towards the cabin.

……

Zhang Tie returned to the hut with the mace, but Zi Ji Tian Jun was too big for him to get in, and Er Ya hadn't woken up yet.

So Zhang Tie could only stay outside and wait quietly.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Zhang Tie didn't want to wait any longer. Given Zi Ji Tian Jun's condition, Zhang Tie could do nothing.

So he left a letter for Arya, planning to find a place to trap the mace first, and then start practicing.

He would wait until Arya woke up and sent him a message, and then he would come back with the mace.

(End of this chapter)