Looking at the white bones in the warehouse, Ye Long immediately greeted the eighteenth generation of Lao Liang's family in his heart. Damn it, this guy just wants to tire me to death!
"You want to play! Then I will play with you to the fullest!"
Ye Long was irritated by Lao Liang. No matter what his plan was or not, or whether there was a huge disparity in strength or something like that, it was just one word, do it!
He circulated the spiritual power left in the spiritual sea and poured it into the talisman. When the flame talisman and the oil-attribute talisman met, bursts of brilliant fire broke out. Ye Long waved his hand, and a huge
The fireball turned into dozens of long dragons and wreaked havoc in the sea of skeletons. Everything they passed was filled with black smoke, and the stench of bones burned into powder hit his nostrils. Ye Long just pretended not to smell it, and his eyes were red.
It makes him look like a murderous god!
"Come! Come again!"
Ye Long rushed into the skeleton army with his mahogany sword in his hand, slashing left and right. Every time he swung the mahogany sword, a white bone would be chopped into pieces. However, no matter how bravely Ye Long killed the enemy, the group of skeletons seemed to be endless.
It was endless, one fell down and ten stood up, and it took only half a stick of incense to engulf Ye Long's body.
Compared with the crazy Ye Long, the green skeleton Lao Liang has been looking at him coldly from one side, with two faint blue will-o'-the-wisps burning quietly in his eyes. There is no emotion at all, as if he is not looking at Ye Long.
A dragon fights against an army of skeletons, just like watching another boring TV show.
For a long time, Lao Liang said to himself:
"Calculating the time, you are almost exhausted, right?"
After saying this, it opened its mouth wide and sucked back the green flames above the ground. The released skeletons also disappeared instantly, as if nothing happened.
As soon as the dense army of bones disappeared, he saw Ye Long, who had collapsed on the ground exhausted. At this moment, his eyes were dull, his spirit was broken, the peach wood sword in his hand had lost all its light, and all the talismans in the Qiankun bag had been consumed.
Empty.
"Haha, it's not like I spent a lot of effort to eat such delicious food!"
It was only at this moment that the skull-headed Lao Liang showed a raging smile, and the blue will-o'-the-wisp flickered continuously as he spoke over and over again and floated towards the unconscious Ye Long.
It turned out that his purpose from the beginning was not to make Ye Long stupid, but to eat Ye Long alive. In his eyes, Ye Long was a man with both physical body and rich spiritual power, as well as spiritual power.
The best ingredients have reached the golden elixir stage, just like a steak cooked to medium rare in the eyes of diners and paired with ice-cold wine.
"It's not like I wasted so much energy!"
Just when Lao Liang thought he was sure of victory, Ye Long, who had been unconscious, suddenly burst into action, holding a small round shield in his hand. Lao Liang could only sense the amazing aura on the small shield and then lost consciousness.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Ye Long, who had dealt with Lao Liang, was breathing heavily. He was holding in his hand none other than the small cowhide shield that Fuqiu Gong gave to him that day on Piaomiao Peak. Ye Long thought that since this small cowhide shield
The flame on the shield is the elixir fire of the alchemy furnace, so its tyranny and special attributes will definitely be able to defeat the enemy with one blow and kill this old Liang.
Lao Liang's death was not unjust. After all, this small cowhide shield had killed countless famous demon lords during the ancient war between gods and demons. It could be killed by such a level of artifact. Lao Liang Quan knew that
You should also feel gratified.
After Ye Long successfully killed the enemy, he immediately threw away the small cowhide shield. As soon as the small cowhide shield left Ye Long's hand, it turned into flames and disappeared. The next second, it appeared on Ye Long's Dantian.
Ye Long didn't have time to look inside his spiritual sea. He stretched out his right hand that was holding the buckler. A burning tingling sensation came from the palm of his hand. He took a closer look and found that his entire right arm, starting from the elbow,
The body down to the fingers was burned to carbon. Even if the body was sent to the hospital, the doctor would recommend immediate amputation.
"What can we do!"
Ye Long still has no joy of victory at this moment. If he had known that using this shield prematurely would have such big consequences, he would have thought about the winning strategy. It would be a good thing, half of his arm was buried with this old Liang!
"Hiss!"
Just when Ye Long felt regretful for his reckless move, a miracle happened. The right forearm that had been burned into carbon suddenly burst out with a green light of life, and bursts of fragrant aroma of herbs came to Ye Long's nose.
A blur of memories suddenly appeared in my mind.
In his memory, Ye Long saw himself surrounded by various precious herbs, and his mentor Hua Tuo was beside him, looking at him nervously, and feeding him pills from time to time.
Ye Long recalled this memory in the third person. What he didn't know was that this was Hua Tuo's temporary treatment method after Duke Fuqiu drew out the spiritual Tiangang Divine Thunder from his body on Piaomiao Peak. It has to be said.
Master Huaxian's move was really prepared for a rainy day. No, the power of the medicinal herbs hidden in Ye Long's body was playing a huge role at this moment. Ye Long's originally burnt arms were slowly recovering at the speed of the naked eye.
Waves of itching sensations came from his arms. What surprised Ye Long was that this time the new arm was not only much more flexible than before, Ye Long even felt that this arm also contained the ability to repair skin injuries.
Waiting for the healing power of simple patients.
In order to test whether this feeling was his imagination, Ye Long picked up the peach wood sword that was thrown on the ground and slowly walked to the old blacksmith. He gently opened the old blacksmith's arm with the tip of the sword, and the bright red blood
Immediately, it continued to flow out from the wound, and the face of the unconscious old blacksmith also showed a look of pain.
Ye Long pressed his right hand on the old blacksmith's wound, and a miracle happened. Green light flashed past the old blacksmith's wound, and the wound healed instantly, leaving no scars!
Seeing this magical scene, Ye Long felt satisfied. Wouldn't it be much more convenient to have such power?
After packing up his things, Ye Long focused on the green skull floating in the air. The difference from before was that the blue flames in the skull's eyes disappeared.
It should mean that Lao Liang's spiritual consciousness was destroyed by Ye Long, leaving only this body.
However, I have to say that this body has some clues. It can withstand the flames of the alchemy furnace in the small cowhide shield. I guess this skull is not a mortal thing.
Ye Long tentatively stabbed the peach wood sword in his hand. Unexpectedly, as soon as the peach wood sword came into contact with the green skull, it was instantly burned to ashes. If Ye Long hadn't let go quickly, the green flames would have followed.
He held the hilt of the sword and burned it all the way up to Ye Long's body. Ye Long didn't want his newly grown hand to be burned again.