On the top of Xuanjing Mountain, the strange scorching sun light was continuously released from the Demonic Spirit Pot, covering the entire sect's headquarters in a radius of three hundred miles.
The light emitted by this demon spirit pot is comparable to the brilliance of the sun and the moon, it is extremely bright and dazzling, and within the three hundred feet radius of the spirit pot, all living beings cannot escape the fate of being sucked completely away.
Looking around, within a radius of 300 feet, there are countless towering tall trees hanging with pieces of humanoid dead skin. The essence of death has completely enveloped this area, except for the dark green jungle and ancient brown rock peaks.
, there was no sign of life at all.
The hundreds of thousands of martial cultivators who rushed to Xuanjing Mountain to seize the treasure trove of the forbidden area were mostly reduced after a chaotic and fierce battle. However, there are still more than 200,000 people stationed here, including those who had no chance to break into the forbidden area.
The monks were very lucky. If the fight in front of the forbidden area had not been too fierce and the skills of all parties were beyond imagination, they might have been like those people, and all that was left after being sucked by the spirit pot was a piece of human skin.
Already.
The terrifying atmosphere spread crazily on the top of Xuanjing Mountain. The spirit pot absorbed the essence and blood. The effective range of Yuan Ling was only three hundred feet, but the atmosphere he created enveloped the mountains in all directions, and the valleys and valleys, as many as
More than 200,000 Lingzhou monks were trembling and uneasy around the spirit pot. However, the attraction of this rare treasure was not small. Even if so many people died at the scene, they still did not lose their minds due to fright and left directly. Instead, they killed Xuanjing Mountain.
Surrounded by people, they want to see what the origin of this spiritual pot is?
There is almost no doubt that the birth of a rare treasure will inevitably lead to a fight for it. However, at the beginning, the top experts in Lingzhou thought that they had already wiped out all the valuable treasures when they left. In addition,
Elder Qi's secret purge, not to mention the subsequent group of ants who are not even outer disciples, and even the other elders of Xuanjingzhai, probably won't get much benefit, so all the famous masters basically
None of them showed up.
But if you don't show up, you won't show up. This Lingzhou is neither small nor big. If they don't show up, they will send people to keep an eye on it, wondering if there are any treasures left that haven't been discovered.
As expected, what was originally an ordinary chaos actually unearthed a top-notch treasure.
So as soon as the spirit pot came out, all the news began to fly to all parts of Lingzhou like snowflakes. Not all the disciples of Xuanjingshan were present. Even if they were disciples of Xuanjingshan, who could guarantee that they would not be regarded as certain people in the outside world?
As a result of the powerful monk's spy, the news spread out, and soon, one by one, ghosts, ghosts and snake gods began to meet each other.
Outside Xuanjing Mountain, the white-faced young master with a jade face and a weak crown was sitting on a high cliff away from Xuanjing Mountain, holding a glazed pagoda, staring at the spiritual pot hanging in the air in the distance with bright eyes.
His mouth was full of tears.
"Tsk, tsk, this treasure may not be a treasure that has been passed down from heaven, but it is most likely a treasure that inherits the gods." In surprise, he looked at the young man with a scar face standing next to him who looked like a javelin, and poked him with his elbow.
He touched the opponent's thigh and said, "Hey? Longyan, what are you looking at? Can you smell it?"
Long Yan stared in one direction without squinting and said, "Look at people."
"Who are you looking at?" The white-faced young man glanced at the peaks on the opposite side and said happily: "Ah, there are quite a few people here, it's quite difficult to deal with."
Long Yan withdrew his gaze, looked down at the young master and said, "What do you think? Do you want to snatch the spirit pot?"
The young master said: "Nonsense, when have you ever seen me encounter a treasure without getting it?"
"It's not easy to do." Long Yan said.
The young master said: "By the way, if it was easier to do, I would have let you pass, huh? You have been looking at it for so long, can you see anything? Are you sure about it?"
Long Yan said very frankly: "It wasn't there just now, and it's even less so now."
"You're talking nonsense, tell me, which one is the most powerful?" The young master looked around, his eyes scanning over several masters who were not weak in cultivation.
"There are five Chengdao realms, and they are not simple. Master, I still advise you not to get involved. This matter is not easy to handle. No one recognizes us, and people and money are at stake. If we really hit a certain level, I may not be able to do it.
I can protect you."
"Do I need you to protect me?" the young master chuckled, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips: "Just think about how to get that spiritual pot for me."
"I'll try." Long Yan didn't say much, but his eyes shone with a sharp light.
It was a warlike light. If Feng Jueyu were here at this moment, he would definitely find that this scar-faced young man named Long Yan was the same man who followed him in the north and south, and used his identity as his mount to clear away countless enemies.
The Shaoqiu family’s molten dragon——Dragon Flame.
After hundreds of years of separation, Long Yan is no longer the little pseudo-dragon that followed Feng Jueyu. Ever since he and Long Xiaotian returned to the Dragon Clan, he has been practicing diligently. After hundreds of years, Long Yan has long been
He is already a master in the early stage of Chengdao and has a certain status even in the Dragon Clan.
It's just that because he was born as a dragon and his bloodline is impure, he is still not considered a true member of the dragon clan. However, being able to practice in the dragon clan can be regarded as fulfilling his long-cherished wish to become a dragon flame. Between him and the real dragon,
Only lacking in bloodline inheritance, as for his talent in martial arts, mystical arts, and supernatural powers, it is far beyond what anyone can compare to.
At this moment, looking at the Chengdao realm masters coming from around him, Long Yan didn't show any fear at all, but instead felt an inexplicable desire to fight.
After hundreds of years of practicing in the dragon clan, Long Yan rarely had the opportunity to fight with others. This time, in addition to protecting the white-faced young master beside him, he also wanted to know the masters in the core area.
And this time when they encountered the birth of a strange treasure in Xuanjing Mountain, the dragon flames immediately locked onto two people. One of them was an old man. There was a light in his eyes like an electric current surging. He seemed to have extremely strong cultivation.
The spiritual consciousness is also in the early stage of Chengdao's cultivation. It is similar to my own. But for matters such as cultivation, you can find out as much details as you have. If the opponent's strength is obviously higher than yours, even if you don't hide the cultivation level.
, what you can check is the surface level, so Long Yan is sure that the old man's cultivation level can only be above the early stage of Chengdao, not below it.
In addition, Long Yan also locked onto a long, lean boy. He had a thunderous face in his life, his waist was slightly bent, and his cloak was bulging behind him. He always seemed to be hiding something, but this was not important.
The important thing is that this person has great momentum, as if he is not afraid of anything.
Especially after Long Yan talked with the white-faced young master, the lean Lei Gong-face flew over without any care. In full view of everyone, he stepped on the sideline three hundred feet away and raised his hand to sweep a powerful light.
Go and try to grab the spirit pot from the air.
However, at this moment, the four early-stage Chengdao masters next to them quit. The old man who seemed to be the opponent of Long Yan looked at the lean Lei Gong's face with disdain and said: "Ahem, little friend, this spirit pot is rare.
The treasure is an ownerless thing, and now Xuanjing Mountain is full of Lingzhou masters. Isn't it inappropriate for you to take it yourself without asking."
Buzz!
The claw mark of the spiritual light swayed on the spiritual pot, and was instantly sucked in by the spiritual pot. The lean Lei Gong face was not successful, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Haha, that's interesting!"
After muttering to himself, he turned to the old man and everyone else, and replied in an extremely arrogant tone: "Who is the master of Lingzhou? I haven't taken it seriously yet, old man, I'm telling you clearly that this Lingzhou master
It's mine."
"What did you say? That's shameless talk." Before the old man could speak, three rather unhappy people started shouting not far away.
"Humph, who do you think you are? How dare you look down on me like this."
"That's right, in the early days of Chengdao, you dared to show off your power. I don't think you even know how to write the word "death"."
The old man's smile did not diminish when he saw the crowd talking, but when he looked at the lean Lei Gong's face, he even said with disdain: "Who am I? Do you know what trouble comes from the mouth? That's all, I don't bother to fight with you today.
If you are wise, get out of here quickly, otherwise, the Brahma Temple of Shenglong Mountain will pursue you to the end."
"Holy Dragon Mountain Brahma Temple?" The four masters, including the old man, originally looked down upon the lean and thunderous face, but they never thought that in the end, he would declare his family status.
The six words "Brahma Temple of Shenglong Mountain" completely caused a stir at the scene.
"Are you from Shenglong Mountain?" the old man asked in confusion.
The lean thunderous man smiled contemptuously and dismissed it.
Not far away from the old man, a strong man held a big gun and said angrily: "Hmph, you said you are from Shenglong Mountain and you are the one? How do we know that you are not using the name of Shenglong Mountain to rob you?"
Another person also said: "Yes, I think this kid knows that his cultivation is not good enough, and he is afraid that we will fight for the treasure, so he deliberately moved out of Shenglong Mountain to threaten us. He will be killed first, and then we will discuss the ownership of the treasure."
After the man finished speaking, the big gun flashed, and the clouds all over the sky seemed to turn into the energy of a spear dragon, killing like a violent storm towards the lean thunderous face.
The war is about to break out.
The lean Lei Gong's face was calm and unhurried. When he saw the strong man coming to kill him, his thin body arched back, and with a puff sound, a pair of brown fleshy spines of different sizes came out from his back, as if he had turned into a big roc, flying in the air.
Soared.
Whoosh!
After letting the strong man take a shot, the lean Lei Gong grabbed his face in the air, and a hook-like thick-backed giant knife suddenly appeared. He grasped the thick-backed giant knife tightly, escaped and flew behind the strong man like lightning, and gave a sharp shout,
Holding a knife means chopping.
call!
The shining blade lit up with a dazzling light in the air, and then I saw lightning running on both sides of the blade.
A rapid crackling sound came like a firecracker. The strong man wiped his head, raised his big gun and blocked it. The blade of the knife directly hit the strong man's big gun, bursting out with dazzling starlight.
"Hamate Bone Knife? Iron Peng Wing?"
The strong man's cultivation was not weak, but when he saw the thick-backed giant sword and the two fleshy wings propped up by the lean Lei Gong's face, he suddenly stopped. With a feint from the big gun, the strong man turned around and flew away.
He stopped a hundred feet away and pointed at the lean Lei Gong's face and said, "Are you Duan Feiying?"