Chapter 264 Trading

A shadow jumped up from the blood and rushed to the big pit full of death. The mud and black blood on the ground instantly turned into a white fog and steamed up.

Wang Wujian was shocked and subconsciously protected his body with a treasure mirror. When he looked at it again, the shadow was already above the dark and strange pit. The breath of death on the soles of his feet seemed to be like some kind of gravity from him. It surged wildly, and soon soaked it into dark black, dark and horrible.

"You have destroyed my body again and again, and almost destroyed my soul. OK, even if you have the sky mirror in your hand, I will defeat you!" The vicious figure of God of War came out of the dark light and shadow, sonorous and powerful, as firm as iron, "Spirit-soul-transmatism!"

"The soul turns into a demon?" Wang Wujian repeated the name in consternation and looked at Mian Xilong, trying to get the mystery of this skill.

"It is also a kind of imperial guard skill, which is a higher level than breaking weight, and it is also the most evil imperial guard. If the body is completely destroyed and the heart is unwilling, the divine consciousness will drive the soul out of the void, as long as you find any powerful energy within 24 hours to fill the empty soul. He becomes a life composed of pure energy, which will be an unkillable soul of war, but the price of success is to lose autonomy and take it as his duty to devour all energy. There were several flashes of panic in Mian Xilong's eyes, and his face was also extremely unnatural, as if he was panicked and confused, as if he couldn't believe that the legendary guard level could happen at this moment.

"So powerful?" Wang Wujian's face changed slightly and looked unbelievable. It turned out that there were so many "back roads" left for the top masters in the practice law of the former holy continent.

"Kill him before he transforms!" As soon as Mian Xilong's voice fell, he immediately rushed to the God of War. Above the thick black fog of death, the God of War turned around and seemed to show a ferocious smile, and then his body rotated and disappeared into the smoke. Unexpectedly, it rushed to the bottom of the pit where the atmosphere of death was stronger.

"Kill him? What to kill?" As soon as Wang Wujian's voice came out, Mian Xilong had already disappeared into the dark world. "This..." Wang Wujian glanced around. There was nothing empty in the large space. He suddenly felt a little fear. He thought for a moment with a cool breath. He held the mirror in his left and pulled out his right hand, and carefully turned to the ferocious pit. Move forward.

To his surprise, close to the edge of the range of the gas of death, the sky mirror seemed to feel a strong breath blocking the way, and immediately released its unique air column. The dense fog of death in front of him was abruptly cut open, just by the Rong Wangwu sword.

At the sight of the rebuking sky mirror, Wang Wujian's handsome face, which was as tight as a string, immediately unfolded, showing a gratifying smile, looked at the rebuking sky mirror gratefully, and strode to the depths.

The body falls into endless darkness, just like soaking in dark sewage, light or lack, awe-inspiring black fog permeates around. Fortunately, there is a heavenly mirror to open the way, so as not to let the breath of death invade the body. Otherwise, even if he has the ability to resolve the external breath of the outside world, it is difficult to resist such a large amount of death. But even so, where it passes, it will be immediately swallowed up by the black fog without leaving any trace.

"Dat, why is it so deep?" Wang Wujian secretly shouted. At this moment, the son of darkness fell into a deep sleep and fell from such a high air. He could not rely on his own strength to reduce the impact to zero. The only thing he relied on was the repulsion mirror in his hand, longing that it could rebound on the ground with a magical breath when landing.

A wisp of golden light flew from the side. Before Wang Wujian could react, it had been pulled over by it. Just as he was about to cut it, he found that it was a dragon silk, so he waited for it to change.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come!" Mian Xilong's voice came from a certain direction, a little out of breath, and he seemed to be seriously injured.

The body stopped fluttering and fell on the dark ground. Wang Wujian heard the sound and quickly looked left and right. Finally, he found the sleeping dragon shining with golden light in the dark and foggy world.

Its shape has become smaller again. Obviously, it has been seriously injured, which has regressed for several days, but it has a pair of transparent, crystal-like crystal clear wings on its back. The pair of wings are bright, but they are rarely very light, like the night pearl that has been imprisoned for a hundred years. Dust covers its light. Hua.

"Have you found what you need?" Wang Wujian looked at a pair of wings on its back and asked in surprise. The two wings were straight and a meter long, which could be divided into two sleeping Xilong's bodies, which looked extremely incongruous.

"Yes, it's a pity that it needs too much energy. Although I found it, if I keep taking it on my body, it will inevitably lose energy and consume more than ten days of cultivation in vain." Mian Xilong sighed with insufficient strength.

Since this pair of wings can exist apart from the body, it shows that they are extraordinary. They are called "spirit wings" rather than wings. However, all birds take wings as the foundation of their survival, and the sleeping dragon is no exception. Once upon a time, it was difficult to separate a pair of wings from the body. Even if it is seriously injured in a certain war and has no power, as long as its wings are intact, it can be taken out of danger.

But the spiritual wing has been sealed for hundreds of years, and the aura is empty, just like a person who has been hungry for a few days. It needs a big tonic. Of course, the weak sleeping dragon can't support such a vicious tonic, which is why it is as weak as being seriously injured in a short time.

"If you let your wings absorb aura, I'm afraid that it will absorb this full of death when it is hungry. What will happen at that time? I think you know better than me. I have a way to keep your painstakingly recovered wings intact." Wang Wujian flashed a cunning smile and said seriously.

"You? What's the way?" Mian Xilong raised his head and stared at him doubtfully, as vigilant as looking at a thief.

"Keep it intact, of course, to find a place full of aura, and I have jade roots in my body. Reiki is inexhaustible. Keeping the fatness that can feed your wings. Moreover, it seems that this is the only way now. Of course, if you still have the ability to provide energy while blocking it. If you block the breath of death from entering the body, you can fly out immediately. Wang Wujian stood up and said with a playful smile.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" Mian Xilong said with a sneer.

"Cut, can your wings be used by everyone?" Wang Wujian was condescending and smiled with his head tilted, "Since you don't want to, I wish you good luck. You are slowly spending time here. I'm going to find the remnant soul of Ares. I must find a best yuan god for 'Unparalleled'."

"Come back!" Seeing that Wang Wujian left without hesitation with the reprimanding mirror in his hand, Mian Xilong quickly shouted.

"What's the matter?" With a joy in his heart, Wang Wujian stopped and asked without looking back.

"Do you know how to refine the God of War into a primordial spirit? A little carelessness will make you regret for life. Not to mention the land of China, even in the whole former holy continent, he is the only one who is the most suitable dual-attribute primordial god, so you can only bet once, and you must ensure that you can only succeed. Otherwise, your 'unparalleled' is A waste. Mian Xilong said confidently.

It is simply a fantasy to refine the yuan god without refining elixir and no refining utensils, but Mian Xilong has long had Chen Nuo, so it can be concluded that the king of the spirit beast has some magical ability to transform the object into a yuan god out of thin air. Moreover, even if it is grasping the God of War now, it is useless. Once it is handed over to an outsider. If so, I'm afraid I will be killed immediately. After all, there is only one of the best gods in the world, which is very rare!

"That's right. You have to help with this matter. What do you think we should do?" Wang Wujian grinned and came over seriously and asked.

"You'd better get rid of your ghost trick as soon as possible. Now I temporarily keep the wings in your body. In order to repay this kindness, I will refine the God of War into a yuan god and give it to you." Mian Xilong said without showing any weakness.