Chapter 20 Dragon Heart Ring

Pinglei Mountain, a wilderness hill in the north of Sichuan near the west of Sichuan.

From Pinglei Mountain, if you go west for another week, you can reach the Nian'an River, the largest river in the west. After crossing the river, you can enter the endless barbarian forest sea. Legend has it that the hanging island is sealed somewhere in the barbarian forest sea.

Therefore, Pinglei Mountain will be the last night of Wu Pengwei and others in northern Sichuan.

The night is dim, and the stars in the sky are bright.

Perhaps it was because they were about to leave Jiangbei. This night, Fang Ling and Xiang Ruolan were surprisingly quiet and each found a place to lie down early.

And the playful "Xiaowei", for him who has no concept of day and night, night is the best playground. He likes to wander around like a lonely ghost. No one can restrain him. Fortunately, he is barely an obedient little guy and will return on time before everyone rushes to the road at dawn.

Only Wu Pengwei sat cross-legged on a big stone, quietly looking at a bronze square ring in his hand.

This ring looks nothing strange. It is all blue and black, and there is even some mottled copper rust on it. Just from the shabby appearance, it is hard to imagine that it is the most precious treasure of the "Endless Sea" for 100,000 miles.

The dragon clan regards it as a treasure, which is equivalent to the dragon heart ring of the king's power.

The night was very dark. Wu Pengwei rubbed the whole body of the ring with his fingers, and the rough and cold texture of bone erosion came. Even in the early spring night, this old ring still exuded the harshest chill.

In the center of the ring, it is square, and there are some hollow lines on it. These lines are a little messy and unclear, like a strange character.

It's just this strange character, even the erudite and talented Xiang Ruolan doesn't know it.

"What the hell is this?"

Wu Pengwei shook his head and rubbed the ring back and forth between his palms. The power of qi and blood constantly poured into it, but the surface of the ring seemed to be an invisible wall that was so powerful that it was unimaginable, which easily blocked Wu Pengwei's power of qi and blood that could devour everything.

Maybe I should shout to kill and have a try?

Wu Pengwei thought for a moment and snapped his finger. Almost the moment the sound sounded, the void on his left side tore apart, and a burly and tall body stepped out of it. His green hair was elegant, and a ferocious scar between his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching in the night.

"Kill one, how much do you know about your dragon's precious dragon heart ring?" Wu Pengwei sat cross-legged on the stone and asked softly.

"Dragon Heart Ring?" Kill Yi raised his eyebrows, and the scar between his eyebrows was twisted like a snake. His tone was a little out of control and said, "The dragon heart ring is the treasure of our dragon clan. Legend has it, and it has the same power as the ancient dragon."

"Ancient Dragon?" Wu Pengwei was stunned, "What is that? Aren't you all dragons?"

"No, the ancient dragon is completely different. Its power and way are very different from our endless sea dragon clan. If you have to compare, the ancient dragon is this, and our endless sea dragon clan is this." He made a gesture and compared himself to a finger, while the ancient dragon was a fist.

The difference in strength between fists and fingers is suddenly clear.

"Is there such a big gap?" Wu Pengwei was a little creepy and moved.

There is no doubt that the dragon clan in the endless sea is powerful. Almost every human warrior has the power of thousands of people to kill the peak of qi and blood. A few strong people like Longbatian can even win the top figures on the Chiyou Monument.

The power of talent is enough to make them turn upside down.

And such a powerful force is just a finger. How strong is the relative fist?

Wu Pengwei is a little unimaginable.

"The ancient dragons are different from us. They are the sons of 'Ying', the ancestor of the dragon clan. They have pure blood and extremely high wisdom. They have unparalleled power to fight for 'Ying'. The ancient giants and countless ancient giants have been conquered by them, and they unified the ancient world." It seemed that he saw Wu Pengwei's doubts and continued to explain, "However, the ancient dragons were so tyrannical that they even killed each other. Among them, even the first ancestor 'Ying' wanted to kill. Finally, the ancestor 'Ying' was furious, killing all the ancient dragons, and then sealed the strongest of them, the dragon. The heart ring is the vessel that seals the ancient dragon, the supreme treasure of our dragon clan.

"So it is." Wu Pengwei threw the dragon heart ring in his hand to Kill Yi and asked, "This is the dragon heart ring. Do you know how to wake it up?"

After killing the ring, he was stunned for a moment, and then stammered and said excitedly, "You say, this, this is the treasure of us, the dragon clan..."

Wu Pengwei sighed. Obviously, the excitement from Kill One and the consciousness from his mind clearly expressed that he would not.

"Hand over your hand." Wu Pengwei took out the Tiger of Yinhuo.

When killing, he was shocked and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing... Lord?"

"Borrow some blood for use."

A knife is cut out like electricity, even if it is as sharp as the "Tiger of Yin Fire", but on the skin that has cultivated the "King Kong Undead", only a small trace can be drawn, and a faint trace of blood overflows from it and drips on the dragon's heart ring.

Unfortunately, the old ring did not respond at all.

Pure dragon blood has no effect.

"Lord, almost no one can know how to open the dragon heart ring. Calculate it, this ring has disappeared in the endless sea for 6,000 years. How did you get it?"

He stared at the old ring. With the breath on the ring, he could feel that it was indeed real, but that's all. How to open the ring and gain the power in it, he knew no more than his master.

"Go back first and think about it for me in the infinite ring." Wu Pengwei waved his hand and let him go back to the Ring.

He nodded a little and disappeared with Wu Pengwei's gesture.

The night was extremely quiet. Wu Pengwei stared at the dragon heart ring and kept thinking about how to open it. But at this time, suddenly, a long roar came from the north of the forest, only thousands of meters away, but it was as loud as thunder.

When Wu Pengwei's heart moved and the roar sounded, the idea of "Xiao Wei" also came at the same time. He and Wu Pengwei could communicate almost indiscriminately. As long as "Xiao Wei" was willing, his spiritual thoughts could be transmitted into Wu Pengwei's mind without error.

"No, Xiao Wei is in danger."

Almost in an instant, Wu Pengwei understood the abnormality in Xiaowei's thoughts, which contained a kind of anger, a kind of anger to be played with.

Fang Ling and Xiang Ruolan woke up at the same time.

"Pengwei, what's going on? Is there an attack? Oh, Xiao Wei, where did he go? Fang Ling was vigorous and jumped to Wu Pengwei's side and asked nervously.

"I don't know." Wu Pengwei shook his head. He looked at Xiang Ruolan who followed him and said to the two of them, "I'm going there now. You two find a place to ambush here. Don't come out without my instructions. There may be a hard stubble this time."

Fang Ling and Xiang Ruolan looked at each other. They knew the proportion, nodded and began to look for a place to hide.

And Wu Pengwei shot out like an arrow, like a shadow rushing to the place where the sound came from.

The distance of thousands of meters comes in an instant.

Under the hill, in the dense forest, "Xiao Wei" is trapped in a golden flame cage. The cage is very large, with a radius of nearly 100 meters. Bright flames rise to the extreme at the edge. A rush of flame stands up like a stone pillar, and these flames are countless bursting thunder lights.

On the periphery of the cage, a golden light dragon kept swimming around the flame, and the bursting thunder came out of his mouth.

And "Xiao Wei" collided in the flame cage, and his mood was very irritable. Fire knives, ice arrows, and earth hammers, all kinds of divine attacks kept coming out, but they could not tear the cage apart.

"No, this flame cage is a move that can only be used by the master at the peak level of the master, reaching the brilliant realm of turning the virtual into reality. As for the golden dragon, its breath is so strange, and it doesn't seem to be a crystallization of qi and blood such as martial soul."

Wu Pengwei lurked in the dark and did not have a trace of panic because of Xiaowei's situation. Instead, he calmly inspected the environment in the field and tried to find the most effective way to save Xiao Wei.

"Hey hey, boy, you're weird enough. I'm curious. How can you kill Miao Wu just by your strange attack method? According to reason, your strength can only be scratched by Miao Wu at most."

At the other end of the forest, a man in a wide cyan robe was leaning against a tree trunk. He had long dark hair and casually tied to his shoulder with a golden ribbon. His face was resolute and square, not handsome, but there was a free and unrestrained look, and the spirit of martial arts came to his face.

The dark-haired man had a smile on his face, and his smile was self-confidence and wildness that despised everything.

What responded to him was the angry roar of "Xiao Wei" and the crazy collision of his body in the flame cage like a shadow.

Every time he collides, the flame cage is like being rammed by a giant hammer. There is a huge sound of cracking, and the flame and thunder will scatter a lot, bursting and flying everywhere. But then, the golden dragon outside the cage will swallow the golden light and fire and repair the cage.

"Hey hey, boy, it's interesting. I'll see when you can open this 'Lock God Flame Cage'." The dark-haired man smiled, as relaxed as if he were playing with a monkey.

Unexpectedly, "Xiao Wei" calmed down and sat cross-legged in the flame cage, no longer irritable.

The black-haired man was slightly stunned, but at this moment, a dark knife stabbed silently out of nothingness, less than two centimeters from his ribs.

The blade is silent, but sharp enough to tear the thunder.