Chapter 335 Golden Robe Boy

[Oh, I'm sorry for the late update today. The small dark room for code words is a kind of compulsory software. If the number of words is locked, the computer will not be unlocked before the number of words is written. Sorry. Gaga]

Between the fight between the two strong, Xiao Heng had taken back the dragon skeleton in his body, but suddenly Liu Liqing's voice came out: "Let the young master wait for a long time. My subordinates have completely refined the dragon breath grass, and the cultivation of the yuanshen has advanced to the late stage of the holy land."

Xiao Heng, who was stunned when he was watching the fighting method of the strong in the Holy Land, suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth and said speechlessly, "Zuo Qinwei, I have really waited for a long time. It has been decades, and you are finally willing to wake up."

After saying that, Xiao Heng asked curiously, "by the way, as an instrument, you have advanced to the late stage of the Holy Land. What's the benefit to me, the dragon skeleton mixed Yuanqi?"

Liu Liqing smiled faintly and said, "Benefits? Doesn't the young master know that Lingbao also has a level?

"Huh? Do you mean the spiritual treasure, the innate spiritual treasure, the innate treasure? Xiao Heng thought for a moment and asked.

The blue light flashed on Xiao Heng's right arm, and Liu Liqing's figure flashed out, and a vast atmosphere suddenly emanated on Liu Liqing's body.

Looking at Xiao Heng, Liu Liqing explained helplessly, "What are you talking about? What I'm talking about is the fourth grade of Lingbao."

"I don't know." At this time, Xiao Heng replied decisively.

Three words, a row of black lines suddenly appeared on Liu Liqing's forehead. He was speechless for a moment. Liu Liqing looked at the million evil spirits in the distance in front of Jiuyou's door like the wall of the sky, and then looked at the two strong men in the Holy Land who were fighting indiscrimible. Then he turned around and explained again: "Lingbao has four levels. They are: the remnant level, the anti-xuan jie, the broken level, and the broken virtual level. As the name implies, the artifacts in the spiritual treasure are transformed by only a trace of remnants, or the derived artifacts are incomplete. The power of this kind of spiritual treasure is only about ten times stronger than the heavenly spiritual weapon. The spiritual treasure of the anti-xuan jie is that the artifact spirit is in the psychic anti-xuan, with a complete instrumental spirit, and its power is naturally much sharper than the spiritual treasure of the remnant level..."

"What level did the dragon skeleton mixed yuan belong to before?" Not until Liu Liqing finished speaking, Xiao Heng couldn't help asking curiously.

When Liu Liqing heard the words and squeezed his lips, he said again: "My cultivation before my life was in the early days of the holy level, and this dragon skeleton was refined from my bones, which naturally belonged to the you jie. Because the broken level requires not only the cultivation of the artifacts and gods above the holy land, but also the high degree of fit between the artifacts and the spiritual treasures themselves. This dragon skeleton mixed yuan is itself refined with my bones, which is originally a part of my body. The fit is simply perfect. Even in the spiritual treasure of the broken level, it is also superior.

When Xiao Heng heard the words, he suddenly realized and said clearly: "So now, has this dragon skeleton mixed yuan been advanced to the virtual level? Breaking the virtual? Is it the destruction of the virtual world? It's unlikely!"

Liu Liqing twitched when he heard the words, and his voice interfered and said, "I said, young master, do you want to be realistic and destroy the virtual world? Do you think it's the legendary innate treasure or the innate treasure? Let me tell you, the so-called breaking the virtual level is to have the power to break through the sky. Anyone who urges will have at least the strength to fight against the early stage of the Holy Land, or even higher. After all, my fit with this spiritual treasure is perfect, which is not comparable to the ordinary spiritual treasure that breaks the virtual level at all.

As soon as Xiao Heng heard this, his eyes suddenly widened. Against the early stage of the Holy Land, or even higher? Isn't it equivalent to having the strength to compete with Murong Ningqin now?

"However, it's better not to directly conflict with the strong in the Holy Land, because even if you have the strength to compete with the early strong in the Holy Land now, you don't have the strength to resist the full blow of the strong in the Holy Land. If you are accidentally hit, I can guarantee that even the green dragon scales can't be stopped." Looking at Xiao Heng's excited appearance, Liu Liqing frowned and said earnestly.

Although Liu Liqing was a subordinate of Xiao Yu, he and Xiao Yu have also had a brotherhood for many years. Now the dragon world is almost destroyed. In this demon world, he has gradually played the identity of an elder. As an elder, who wants to see his children risk their lives to fight against powerful monks?

Seeing Liu Liqing's serious expression, Xiao Heng also knew that he was for his own good. In desperation, he could only nod and replied, "I know. I won't fight against the strong man in the Holy Land unless I have to."

"Boom." With a thunderous sound of the piano, a loud noise exploded in the middle of the two figures between the mountains in the distance. At the center point of the explosion, countless white light and black spots could be faintly seen turning and running in it, and the surrounding space was broken. After a moment, it slowly recovered. The scattered terror vigor bombarded the towering mountains below, causing a burst of gravel and the peak to collapse.

"Spiritly withered butterfly, you summon the gate of Jiuyou, with the breath of the Jiuyou ghost emperor on your body. This person has extraordinary magical power. Hurry up and let this million evil spirits restrain her." The ghost king retreated, and his face was slightly ugly. Obviously, he was slightly injured by Murong Ningqin's amazing magic power.

Standing in front of the million evil spirits, the withered butterfly, who was adjusting its breath to restore its spiritual power, nodded when she heard the words. The evil light flashed in her red eyes, and her hands suddenly pinched the magic formula. The countless ghost fog and giant skeletons behind him immediately seemed to have been ordered. The light flashed, and it had swarmed towards Murong Ningqin. The foot of momentum seemed to want to tear Murong Ningqin into pieces.

Seeing this, the ghost king saw this, and his figure was strange. He stood beside the withered butterfly, and the horrible breath emanating from his body made the withered butterfly beside him tremble. However, the withered butterfly still found a trace of abnormality in the magnificent breath. The Ghost King has been seriously injured, but somehow, it was cleverly hidden by him. However, it still did not escape the keen perception of the withered butterfly.

"This person has some tricks. I may not be my opponent. Let's go, talk to Jiuyou with me first, and then go back to the yinling world." As a strong man in the middle of the Holy Land, the Ghost King was injured by Murong Ningqin in the early stage of the Holy Land. At this time, the King of Ghosts was also a little anxious.

In fact, the nihilistic ghost king is not the opponent of Murong Ningqin at all. In the underworld of resources, there is no superior refining materials to refine some sharp charms and spiritual weapons. Therefore, when facing the enemy, at most, there are some ordinary spiritual weapons and seals. Murong Ningqin is different. As the best in the Guiyuan Dharma world, Murong Ningqin's ukule is very sharp.

The all-in-one body made of Tongtianling wood has no difference between the front beam and the back beam, which can completely stimulate the magnificent power of space in an instant. And the strings made from real dragon tendons are even more sharp. Moreover, her spiritual weapon is still a spiritual treasure. The artifacts in it are transformed by a trace of her mind.

Although it is only a spiritual treasure of the remnant level, such a spiritual treasure is also many times more powerful than the bones of the Ghost King. After a few photos, the Ghost King was defeated. Think about it, in fact, the nihilistic ghost king is also hurt and not wronged.

Just when the ghost king asked the withered butterfly to go to Jiuyou with him immediately, the space above a strange peak not far from Xiao Heng suddenly twisted. With a flash of gold, a white teenager embroidered with several five-clawed golden dragons on his robe came out slowly.

"Such a big formation, it seems that I'm late. What's wrong? Ghost King, it's rare to come to the demon world. Are you leaving now? After looking around, the golden-robed teenager opened his mouth and exhaled an old voice.

As soon as this person appeared, the golden light flashed in the eyes of the withered butterfly. The formula changed, and the breath around the body suddenly withdrew from the body like a tide. Then, the millions of evil spirits who roared and rushed to Murong Ningqin crazily immediately stopped again.

In the dense black light flashing, it returned to the hanging under the dark sky behind the withered butterfly, and the queue was neat, just like before.

"Who are you?" As soon as he saw this person come out, the Ghost King and Murong Ningqin asked at the same time, with obvious hostility in their eyes. He didn't care at all about the order of the dead butterfly to stop the attack of these millions of evil spirits.

When Xiao Heng saw this person appear, he was even more frustled. In this demon world, there is even a strong man in the Holy Land. The man in front of him turned out to be a strong man at the beginning of the Holy Land. In almost an instant, Xiao Heng hid his breath to the extreme.

Hearing the words of the Ghost King and Murong Ningqin, the golden-robed teenager did not answer, but turned his eyes to Murong Ningqin, which was floating in front of him, a seven-stringed piano full of cold killing. His lips moved slightly, and his old voice sounded again: "Oh? Who are you?"

"Guiyuan Dharma Realm, Murong Ningqin." Murong Ningqin frowned and looked at the teenager not far away, with an ominous foreboding in her heart.

When the ghost king heard the words, his face changed in an instant, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. After taking a look at the withered butterfly beside him, and his eyes flashed a few times, the nihilistic ghost king immediately sacrificed the evas and flew to the Jiuyou Gate not far behind him, and actually wanted to escape.

And how could Murong Ningqin easily let the Ghost King escape like this? The spiritual power of the body broke out, and the hands and fingers were moving continuously. The space around Murong Ningqin's body was broken in an instant, and this broken trend was chasing the nihilless ghost king who was in a hurry at an extremely fast speed.

What you can see with the naked eye can only see a thick column of light, in which the hair-like black and white light is intertwined, and the black silk is also surrounded by the dense power of space. Almost just a flash, he chased behind the Ghost King.

This terrible blow made the ghost king's heart tremble.

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