Demon Dragon Rock, material for forging high-level inscripted tools. Even a piece the size of a fingertip is worth tens of thousand yuan stones.
When Zheng Ming was forging a flying sword at Tianluo Peak, Jin Jian had provided him with a piece of Demon Dragon Rock, albeit only the size of a palm.
Even so, when Jin Jian presented the Demon Dragon Rock to Zheng Ming, his face was a picture of agony.
Seeing such a large piece of Demon Dragon Rock now, Zheng Ming naturally wouldn't be bashful. He strode forward, intending to snatch the Demon Dragon Rock into his hands.
But just as he moved forward, a pitch-black claw, covering the sky, swooped down towards him.
This claw was ten zhang long, with three sharp tips, each as keen as a sword. And on it, each and every pattern seemed to conceal the infinite power of Dao patterns.
As the claw descended, Zheng Ming's heart quivered. He felt that, in an instant, the claw had sealed off all the void around him.
Transforming Lotus!
