Murong Ling looked at the two peak Heavenly Emperors who had fallen dead, and was thankful that he had been able to dodge quickly and hid behind the two Peak Heavenly Emperors, allowing them to block the fatal blow for him.
Otherwise, he would be the one who died now.
At this moment, he looked at the already weak golden python. Although he was frightened and angry, he also felt a faint sense of joy. The fact that this magic weapon was so difficult to conquer meant that its level was higher.
Maybe, this object is not a low-grade Nine-turns Golden Pill, but a medium Nine-turns Golden Pill, or even a high-grade Nine-turns Golden Pill.
Thinking of this, Murong Ling's heart became even more intense. If he could really get a medium or high-grade Nine-turn Golden Pill, even if he lost many black-armored dead soldiers for it, I'm afraid the family would not be right.
Inflict half the punishment yourself.
Because even the lowest nine-turn golden elixir can easily extend the life of a hundred years. As for the medium nine-turn golden elixir and the advanced nine-turn golden elixir, it can even extend the life of a person who takes it by hundreds of years...
Murong Ling stared at the golden python closely until he was sure that it had no power to resist, and finally raised the long sword in his hand.
However, at this moment, an accident occurred!
Just listen to "Puff!"
Blood light flashed, and Murong Ling's eyes widened, looking at the sword tip emerging from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He never thought that at this critical moment, he would be killed by someone else with a sword!
There was a pain in his chest, and the long sword that had pierced Murong Ling was withdrawn.
Murong Ling clutched her chest, used up her last bit of strength, and slowly turned around, only to find that the attacker was actually a person younger than herself!
"You...who are you?" Murong Ling's mouth was bleeding and his eyes were filled with resentment as he said, "Murong...the Murong family will not let you go."
"The Murong family won't let me go?" Ye Fan smiled, but didn't care at all. He stretched out his hand and gave a gentle push. Murong Ling's eyes widened and he fell straight down.
Typical death with eyes open!
Ye Fan looked at the golden python again, raised his sword and sent it away.
"Hiss..."
Letting out a pitiful groan, the golden python finally lowered its proud head and fell down softly.
Just listen to the sound of "Buzz~!"
The golden python's body disappeared in a burst of golden light!
When the golden light dissipated and he looked at a shining six-foot golden mace on the ground, Ye Fan knew that this trip to the desert of death was worth it!
According to its power, this Nine-Turn Golden Pill is at least a medium Nine-turn Golden Pill, and maybe a high-grade Nine-turn Golden Pill.
However, whether it was an intermediate Nine-turn Golden Pill or a high-level Nine-turn Golden Pill, Ye Fan's heart was pounding at this moment.
Throwing away the somewhat damaged long sword in his hand, he threw himself into the grass at an unprecedented speed, hugged the golden elixir tightly, and said with emotion: "You are so naughty, why are you running?
, what if it falls into the wrong hands!"
After that, he took the ancient painting suspended on the stone wall in his hand. The golden elixir in his hand flashed, and it glowed with a burst of golden light and immediately disappeared into the ancient painting.
At the same time, a cool breath was introduced into Ye Fan's body. After experiencing it carefully, it turned out that the longevity in his body had an inexplicable increase. It was really a good treasure——
With this thing in hand, he will have at least a hundred more years of life!
However, you can’t stay here for long!
After a series of battles just now, many people may have noticed this place and rushed over.
Ye Fan rolled up the ancient painting and put it away, and when he was about to leave, a faint voice suddenly came over.
"There's been a lot of fighting here just to compete for such a broken painting. I really don't understand what you humans are thinking!"
This voice was a little old, but it was full of great aura.
Ye Fan's face changed drastically, and he secretly cried out for death!
Just from this voice, he felt a crisis that he had never experienced before, and even the hairs on his body stood up.
Needless to say, the person who came was really ridiculously strong, far beyond Ye Fan's imagination.
However, he still forced himself to calm down.
Although the visitor was strong, he probably didn't see him collecting gold, otherwise, he wouldn't have thought they were fighting over a broken painting.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then slowly turned around.
But he saw an old man in yellow robe standing on the top of a building, looking at him with a smile on his face.
This old man didn't seem to have any hostility at all, but Ye Fan felt bitter in his heart.
Because of the temperament of this old man, Ye Fan was really familiar with it.
This old man in yellow robe has a very cold temperament, and his whole body is filled with the air of wind and sand. On his skin, there is a layer of yellow cuticle that is difficult to detect.
Other than that, other places are just like human beings.
Ye Fan was frightened for a while.
He has also seen some powerful Heavenly Lords of the Sand Clan, but whether they are the first Heavenly Lord of the Sand Clan or the higher Heavenly Lords of the Sand Clan, although they already have human forms, they still retain the most basic characteristics of the Sand Clan.
That is, their limbs are covered with a layer of fine scales.
But Ye Fan had never heard of such a master of the Sand Clan who was almost completely the same as a human being.
Could it be that he is the legendary strong man from the Sand Clan who has broken through the realm of Heavenly Lord and reached another realm?
Ye Fan broke out in a cold sweat. Although he had gathered the heavenly power in his body, how could he dare to take action at that moment?
"Senior was attracted here by the aftermath of the fighting here." Ye Fan never expected that such a thing would happen at a critical moment.
When the old man in yellow robe heard this, he smiled softly and said, "No, I just happened to pass by here and found you holding a broken painting, holding it and kissing it. I was curious, so I came over to take a look."
Having said this, the old man in yellow robe narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Fan and said: "What kind of crappy painting is that that can make you so happy?" After saying this, the old man's eyes have already fallen on Ye Fan's hidden painting.
place.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ye Fan felt that the other person's gaze was too sharp, as if he could see through all his thoughts.
"Is this old monster going to take out the ancient painting by himself and let him have a look? If so, the other party will definitely be able to see the origin of the ancient painting. By then, I'm afraid this ancient painting will really change hands.
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Ye Fan felt that the other party's eyes had fallen on the place where he hid the painting, and his heart dropped.
He must let the other party divert his attention. Thinking of this, Ye Fan forced a smile on his face and said: "It's just an authentic painting left by the ancients. If this painting falls into our human world, it will be worth tens of thousands of dollars, but if it is
In this desert of death, I'm afraid it's worthless."
Speaking of this, Ye Fan took a careful look at the old man in yellow robe and said with a forced smile: "As a senior, I'm afraid I don't take these worldly things into consideration."
"Little guy, you can't be fooling me. Is that ancient painting in your arms just as ordinary as you say?" The old man in yellow robe showed a sly smile on his face and said: "You can't do this to a semi-sage.