Chapter 246 Thousands of dragons are swallowed!

The life star of the real star's power can crush it into pieces as soon as it rolls.

"The magic is the easiest magic power to practice."

The dean and Jinyang sit face to face in the alchemy room. On their sides are a large bronze tripod more than three meters high. The flowers, birds, insects and fish engraved below are full of vitality. The gods, demons and monsters engraved on the top are all full of breath and rush to the world to dominate one side. Now they are all closed and quiet, and the only vitality is restrained and silent.

Jin Yang sat in front of the dean and listened carefully to his speech.

"As long as there is a good enough fairy treasure, using his body to devour his gods, he can become a person at the same level than the fairy treasure." The dean looked at Jinyang flatly, "The material of this sword has not been damaged after the war. It can be said that it has infinite potential. Although it will become a shackle, it also depends on whether you can reach that level."

"Hmm." Jinyang nodded. The sword body at the moment of the underworld is undoubtedly a sacred weapon. The magic of the sword body alone can kill immortals. People in any realm is comparable to any perfect fairy treasure.

"I'm ready."

"That's good." The president always looked at Jin Yang's resolute face.

"If it succeeds, I may be able to tell you the secret of Qi." The dean always looked at Jin Yang, who resolutely got up, and said silently in his heart. The lid on the big copper tripod opened automatically. In the quiet room, Jinyang slowly flew up and stood on the big copper tripod and looked inside.

The flowing airflow, the dark copper tripod world, can be saw as a huge airflow black hole. The crystallization of Jinyang's belief suddenly shook, and there seemed to be a huge monster in the depths of the copper tripod, waiting for him to jump down and die.

"Go ahead."

Jin Yang trembled and was awakened by the old voice of the dean. Without a sound, the silent Jinyang jumped in. The dean has taught him the cultivation method of magic skills for a long time, and nothing else has been mentioned.

"Hold on, there are so many opponents waiting for you outside. Your father needs you more."

The dean, who sat silently in front of the bronze tripod, spoke slowly.

"Come in."

The old president's eyebrows moved, and the alchemy rooms were pushed away by Si Xingqi, and the little guy came in unhappily.

"What's the matter?" The dean always faced the copper stove and turned his back to him.

"Grandpa, will you die if you go in?" Si Xingqi looked at the back of the old dean nervously. When the dean heard his words, his shoulders trembled and he didn't say anything. Si Xingqi's face darkened, and he ran to the old director with small steps and stood in front of the furnace tripod with him.

"I can feel the trembling and longing in his heart." The little guy turned his head and looked at the dean.

"I will die." The dean, who has never opened his mouth, said lightly, "Even if you die, you have to try it. The only thing waiting for him is death with the body of the sacred weapon without practicing magic. Although Zhao Qing, who also practices magic skills, has been controlled and lost his freedom, the magic skills are powerful, special and irreplaceable.

Si Xingqi, like a seven- or eight-year-old boy, looked at the bronze tripod and listened to the old words of the president, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Can I go in?" The little guy turned his head and looked at the dean. When the dean heard the words, his indifferent face was a little surprised, "Are you going in?"

"Well, I'll go in." The little guy nodded solemnly and looked directly into the old eyes of the dean with a pair of pure eyes.

"Are you willing to consume the source for him? Stabilize his mind and sublimate his soul and faith? Why?" The dean didn't seem to treat his descendants at all and looked at Si Xingqi cautiously.

Si Xingqi's demeanor and temperament are no longer a seven- or eight-year-old child, like a ten-thousand-old monster, but his face is affirmative and firm.

"There is no reason."

"Three thousand years of waiting is still like a piece of white paper, pure." The dean suddenly laughed. The ten-year-old demon on Si Xingqi's body, who had lived for a long time, dissipated cleanly, like a newborn life.

"Since you are willing to go beyond the source of psychic fairy treasure, then go." The dean smiled and made a big salute to Si Xingqi with his right hand and his left palm. Si Xingqi flew away and jumped into the tripod furnace without hesitation.

The golden sun jumped into the world, which was dark and quiet, like an endless dark world. Although it was dark, there was no trace of evil and purity. In his perception, the endless primitive and primitive power was flowing.

Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng.

As he looked around the dark world, there was a huge sound in the furnace tripod. At the same time, the firelight came to the dark world. Jin Yang, whose heart was beating violently, opened his eyes and looked around. In front of him was a huge cave, and the surging flame almost ignited him.

Jin Yang looked at the cave where the flame gradually recovered, and his heart was a little cold. The red flame was the pure sky fire.

Hold the moment of the god in your arms and turn your body in the air.

"Three flavors are really popular."

"True Dragon God Fire."

"Life Star?"

Jin Yang's heart trembled while holding the moment of the underworld. A huge star flashed in the cave behind him, and the bright starlight made Jinyang dare not look directly.

"The old life stars in charge of the dean are all here." Silently feeling the power in the fate star, Jin Yang only felt that he was a small ant, "You can kill yourself by rolling!" With a silent sigh and looking at the bright star, Jin Yang rushed to the sky fire.

Jinyang, who closed his eyes tightly, instantly became naked**. In the world of sky fire, only the hot flames rushed into Jinyang's body in waves, and Peng's whole body turned into a flame.

Jinyang, standing in the sea of fire, has no defense at all. The strong sky fire is really like running water, with the flow of his blood vessels and narrow walls. The end of the blood vessel was instantly burned through, and the surface of the skin suddenly turned black. The hands, the soles of the feet, and the location of the home were obvious.

"Not enough!"

Jin Yang, who was slightly carbonized, suddenly opened his mouth, with a sonorous sound of white teeth. In a deep breath, the pervasive fire rushed into his throat. Jin Yang entered his mouth slightly lost his mind, shook his head, and stood straight. The open throat grew bigger, "Come on, all rush in."

During the roar, the strong sky fire that was about to overflow the cave rushed in. Jin Yang's mouth grew bigger and bigger, and the white eyes were covered with blood. His whole body was like an angry giant, furious.

Wow, Jinyang's whole body was like a living charcoal, and the golden blood flowing in his veins seemed to melt. The golden yellow became a little lighter. Jinyang, with an expressionless face, stood in the fire, engraved with magic inscriptions on him, and the shape of big swords on his forehead was excellent. Long signs of the moment of the underworld in his arms.

"It can be the next one."

His congested eyes flashed with a trace of fatigue, and the sky fire like a big oil tank pressed on his body. It took a lot of effort to walk one step, but Jin Yang didn't feel it at all. His whole body was ignited, and the burning could no longer make him feel it.

The strong heart beats, and the charcoal-like body rushed out of the cave of the sky fire.

"It's Sanwei's turn to be really popular!" Jinyang, holding the god in his arms, muttered to himself, "Go!" Firm eyes, a brilliant crystallization of faith rushed out to the cave that contained the three flavors of true fire, and the moment of the underworld followed. At the same time, his body softened directly and fell straight down and hit the bottom of the furnace tripod.

The thick smoke in the three-flavor real fire gradually penetrated into the world of Jinyang's belief. The sky is full of rolling black smoke in the east and west. The crystallization of brilliant belief does not exist in the world. For a moment, the crystallization of belief is like a round stone falling in the ashes of the bottom of the pot. However, Jinyang, who had suffered the difficulty of taking up his sacrifice, would not fall. In less than three minutes, a brilliant crystal of faith took off again and flew out. Under him was the moment of the underworld, like the most clever fairy sword of the driver.

"This time it's a real dragon fire." Jinyang's skin is fair, and the bulging muscles are strong and powerful. The eyes staring at the real dragon fire are also shining. The cave of the true dragon fire is the only cave with a roar, which is like a dragon raised thousands of dragons. The mouth of the cave does not spit out hot dragon breath. The breath of the real dragon of various attributes is mixed in it, and the rising flames stained with the body can sublimate human life to another trait.

"After the only big supplement, it is a desperate battle." Jinyang turned his head and looked at the cave on the left side of the real dragon fire, showing a deadly threat. Looking forward to it."

Jinyang's face showed a smile, and the moment of the god in his arms was like the moment of the god engraved on his forehead, the sword body was clearly visible, and every scar was delicately reduced. The crystallization of faith is also a virtual shadow of the moment of the underworld. Jinyang can even feel the pulse of the moment of the underworld, and there is a faint pulse in the dead silence.

Step in, the big dragons all over the sky surrounded Jinyang, and the faint smell of the real dragon surrounded him.

"Golden Dragon," the first thing I noticed was the breath of the golden dragon in Tianmen, "Green Dragon? Dragon..." Like several treasures, the faint real dragon breath surrounded Jinyang, looking up at the roaring dragons in the sky. The big dragon's mouth seemed to bite itself, and his eyes were full of desire like beasts.

Speaking of the moment of the underworld, Jin Yang read words in his mouth, and the runes of the magic on his body gradually lit up and posed for battle.

hou......

For tens of thousands of years, no strangers have entered this cave. Today, Jinyang suddenly rushed in, and the faint real dragon breath around him rushed into his body desperately. These unconscious real dragon fires suddenly rushed down, like rooster fighting claws, tightly pinched, open dragon mouths, rows of snow-white The teeth are inverted triangle-shaped, and three big mouths are on Jinyang's body.

"Ah..."

Jinyang, who had never moved, suddenly raised the long sword in his hand. The dragon bit his neck was cut off in an instant. He bit the gap position of the cut off the dragon's head, purring, and the sour smell and smell surged in at the same time.

"Cool!"

A big dragon, about ten meters long, fell on its head and was crazily absorbed by Jinyang. It shrank with the naked eye and finally turned into dragon skin into ashes.

Thousands of big dragons, with their teeth and claws, tightly bite all over Jinyang, and the carving of the underworld in their hands danced faster. Finally, the underworld carvings flew between the dragons, the dark sword light passed by, and dragon corpses fell to the ground.

The more urgent the sword dance, the brighter the rune of the magic. Finally, Jinyang roared and finally sacrificed the moment of the underworld without gods. The body of this sacred weapon, the burning power, and the immortality of Pluto's immortality is like a monster that swallows people. The dragon corpse on the ground supplemented his consumption, and even the immortality of Pluto immortality. The world's achievements have been pushed to a new level.

Jinyang can faintly feel the dead world under Pluto's control.