Chapter 155 The Treasure of the Day After Tomorrow

When the lightning of the momentary youth struck the black dragon, it burst into a dazzling light. Qin Jun's spear pierced the head of the black dragon, and in that instant, he felt his vision tainted red by the dragon's blood. With a loud crash, Qin Jun and the black dragon plummeted towards the lake.

The scene was spectacular, causing the cultivators to breathe rapidly.

They hoped that Qin Jun could slay the black dragon, but they also felt it was impossible. After all, this was a black dragon that had transcended the mortal realm!

Without the Silver Dragon Soul-Slaying Spear, Qin Jun would definitely not be a match for the black dragon. But with the spear in hand, he became the nemesis of the black dragon, whose formidable defense seemed like a mere illusion.

Like a giant pressing down on the black dragon from high in the sky, Qin Jun suddenly felt a strange heat source passing through the spear and into the palm of his hand. It grew hotter and hotter, causing him to grimace in pain as he felt the flesh of his palm sticking to the spear handle.

Boom!

Qin Jun felt his mind explode, his consciousness plunging into blankness. At the same time, the black dragon's howls grew even more mournful, sending chills down everyone's spines.

It was hard to imagine the extent of the pain the black dragon was enduring.

With a splash, the man and the dragon crashed into the lake like a cannonball, sending water splashing and waves crashing towards the shore, startling Li Yuanba and the others into evasive action.

"Brother!" Qin Yun called out nervously, while Zhu Yanqing stared intently at the lake, sweat beading on her forehead.

Li Yuanba clenched the Golden Peng Divine Hammer, ready to intervene, but the Xiong Tian Dog stopped him and transmitted, "Don't panic. His Highness's aura is rising, while the dragon's vitality is rapidly fading!"

Although Li Yuanba didn't understand, he realized that Qin Jun seemed to be winning!

"Who will emerge victorious between Qin Jun and the dragon?"

"I feel like Qin Jun probably won't win. After all, that monster dragon has reached the transcendent realm, while Qin Jun is just a third-level cultivator in the Golden Core realm."

"Exactly, no matter how talented he is, his current strength is there for all to see. It looks like this kid is about to meet his end!"

"What a waste of the monstrous talent praised by the Nine Stars."

The cultivators discussed fervently, with most of them believing that Qin Jun would die, although they secretly hoped for his demise.

The Pig King and the Hungry Ghost were anxious, knowing that if Qin Jun perished in the lake, their chances of obtaining the Purple Gold Emperor's Armor would greatly diminish.

Hum—

At that moment, a majestic dragon roar echoed from the lake, even more awe-inspiring and domineering than the black dragon's roar. If the black dragon's voice was fierce and violent, then this dragon's roar seemed to come from ancient times, as if it were the roar of an emperor among dragons!

The Xiong Tian Dog and Li Yuanba's expressions changed, as they felt a chilling pressure emanating from the lake.

Boom!

The black dragon suddenly broke through the surface of the lake, its body covered in blood, with a horrifying hole in its head. Yet, it still clung to life tenaciously, its vitality astonishing.

The black dragon flew out of the lake. But what about Qin Jun?

Was he dead?

The cultivators looked at each other in confusion, and Zhu Yanqing turned pale, while Qin Yun was dumbfounded. They had never imagined that Qin Jun would die as soon as he entered the lake.

Just then, the majestic dragon roar resounded again in the minds of the cultivators, but they noticed that the black dragon hadn't opened its mouth.

The crowd erupted in astonishment. Could there be an even more powerful dragon lurking beneath the lake?

At the thought of this, they suddenly began to feel sympathy for Qin Jun, suspecting that he had already perished in the dragon's belly.

Zhu Yanqing trembled all over, as if she had lost her soul, her body swaying unsteadily.

Boom!

A silver dragon broke through the surface of the lake, and Qin Jun emerged alongside it. The tail of the silver dragon was connected to the Silver Dragon Soul-Slaying Spear in Qin Jun's hand. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that this silver dragon was not substantial, appearing more like a phantom, yet exuding a tremendous pressure.

The silver dragon coiled around Qin Jun, exuding an extraordinary aura. Together with Qin Jun, who was clad in the Purple Gold Emperor's Armor, they seemed like divine beings, a sight that left the cultivators gaping in astonishment.

All eyes were fixed on the Silver Dragon Soul-Slaying Spear in Qin Jun's hand. It was obvious that this silver dragon originated from the spear.

"Killing countless demons and offering them to the heavens... Slaughtering gods and buddhas in a rage..."

A majestic and domineering voice echoed in Qin Jun's mind, pulling his consciousness back from the chaos. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had turned silver, like crystal stones, eerie and inexplicable.

The ancient dragon soul within the Silver Dragon Soul-Slaying Spear had awakened. At that moment, Qin Jun could clearly feel the surging power emanating from the spear, like an immense ocean.

Is this the true power of a heavenly-grade spiritual weapon?

Qin Jun was excited in his heart, but on the surface, he remained calm and confident as he gazed at the terrified black dragon. Its soul had been nearly half absorbed by the Silver Dragon Soul-Slaying Spear, leaving it severely weakened, with even its consciousness muddled, instinctively trying to flee from Qin Jun.

"It's time to send you to hell!"

Qin Jun chuckled lightly, showing no mercy, and suddenly charged towards the black dragon, activating the momentary youth technique, with the silver dragon coiled around him, reaching an unstoppable speed. In the eyes of the others, it seemed as if the silver dragon was unstoppable as it crashed into the black dragon.

This time, the momentary youth was more than twice as fast as before.

Swoosh!

Qin Jun pierced through the black dragon's body, blood splattering everywhere. The black dragon let out a mournful wail, and then a phantom flew out from its body, visibly flying into the mouth of the silver dragon coiled around Qin Jun.

The cultivators watched in bewilderment, while the Xiong Tian Dog and the Fei Yu Tree outside the world of treasures gasped in shock.

Soul absorption!

The phantom was none other than the soul of the black dragon, which had been absorbed by Qin Jun's spear soul.

From their perspective, it was clear that the silver dragon was the spiritual weapon of Qin Jun's long spear.

A spiritual weapon with a spirit must be at least of heavenly quality!

After absorbing the soul of the black dragon, Qin Jun felt the silver dragon soul-slaying spear in his hand grow hotter.

"Ding! The silver dragon soul-slaying spear has absorbed the soul of a ninth-level black dragon, advancing to become a post-heavenly treasure!"

The sound of the system prompt made Qin Jun pause. Post-heavenly treasure?

Just then, the black dragon began to fall towards the lake, and the dragon ball it was clutching also fell out, causing the pupils of the cultivators to shrink.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Cultivators erupted at the fastest speed towards the dragon ball, even the Pig King and the Hungry Ghost did the same.

Damn it!

Dare to snatch the treasure!

They're all so fed up!

Qin Jun was instantly furious, quickly flying to grab the dragon ball and storing it in his mythical space. Then, he raised his spear with a cold expression, facing the cultivators coming from all directions.

The silver dragon coiled around him emitted a highly oppressive dragon chant, and Qin Jun suddenly thrust out with his spear. The silver dragon followed suit, with a strong momentum of devouring the enemies.

"How dare a bunch of rats lay their hands on my lord's treasure!"

Li Yuanba on the shore was also furious, immediately throwing out the golden peng god hammer in his right hand. The giant hammer tore through the air, crossing hundreds of meters in almost a second, directly smashing eight cultivators in a line, blood splattering across the sky.