As far as Han Zhonglin could see, the two spirit dragons' bodies swelled to three or four feet, and they respectively clamped towards the Phantom Scale Demon Python Bag, and Han Zhonglin's body holding the Cold Sky Sword disappeared above the formation in a flash. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Phantom Scale Demon Python also seemed to have noticed a strange movement, coiling the python's body into a defensive position, and the python's tail was like a black giant whip volleying up in the air.

After a few breaths, the two spirit dragons took the lead in pounceing on the demon python with their mouths open, while Han Zhonglin's figure quickly approached, slashing out three white rays of light in a row, appearing in the darkness.

I saw that the black python tail of the ghostly scale demon python flashed two afterimages, and only heard the two crisp sounds of "pop", and the two spirit dragons were pulled out, and the three sword lights slashed on the demon body with only a few jingling sounds.

"The strength of this demon python is better than that of the white tiger, and the power of the Sancai Killing Array with the cooperation of the two spirit dragons is too weak, and it can't cause fatal damage to it at all!"

In an instant, Han Zhonglin completely analyzed the situation on the field.

Han Zhonglin has been practicing "Dragon Due" for more than four years, and he knows the characteristics of the spirit dragon best, but the spirit dragon only has the strength of the ninth layer of the qi refining period, and is not good at attacking, since he personally experienced the power of the sixth form of "Annihilation" of "Dragon Due" a few days ago, Han Zhonglin concluded that the domineering of "Dragon Due" is limited to the last four styles, and the first five styles can be described as chicken ribs.

The three-talent killing array integrates yin and yang, rigidity and softness, and the way of benevolence and righteousness, and if you want to fully exert the power of the killing array, you need to have a strong attack power at each formation, and with the blessing of the formation, you can superimpose multiple kills and deadly enemies.

"Looks like it's time to perfect your attack!"

Han Zhonglin couldn't help but sigh at the weakness of the spells he mastered, and his attacks almost relied entirely on the power of the "Thundering Technique", so if this continued, how could he talk about competing for the place of the Divine Wind Alliance?

"Human, since you can't help me, let's accept your life!"

With a low roar, the huge demon body of the Phantom Scale Demon Python bounced up violently, and the python's mouth quickly spat out the letter of Sen Ran towards Han Zhonglin's body.

Before the python's mouth arrived, a black line shot out without warning, stabbing straight at Han Zhonglin's face, and the speed was so fast that people were caught off guard.

Han Zhonglin didn't have time to think about it, and his figure flashed, leaving an afterimage in place.

The black line missed, but it did not fall downward, hovering at the location where Han Zhonglin disappeared, and after a few breaths, it turned into a cloud of black liquid, which was sucked into the mouth of the Phantom Scale Demon Python.

"A mouthful of poisonous mist can completely corrode Xuanjing, isn't this venom even worse?" Han Zhonglin's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he was a little more careful at the moment.

The Phantom Scale Demon Python held its pointed head with a bow, and two beige vertical eyes were exposed under the black cup-like scales, staring motionlessly at the human in front of it, and the python's tail swayed slowly, as if thinking about something.

Han Zhonglin couldn't help but be a little curious, the demon python in front of him had the strength of the fourth layer of the foundation building period, judging from the confrontation of Fang Cai, the demon python was good at using the demon body to crush and venom attacks, which was quite difficult.

Just as he was thinking for a while, Han Zhonglin saw the demon python's head twist, and he turned around and crawled back in the direction of the huge ashlar a hundred zhang away.

Han Zhonglin was stunned for a moment, seeing that the demon python did not look fake, and in an instant he figured out what was going on, it seemed that this demon python couldn't help himself, so he simply gave up the attack and was at peace with each other.

The Phantom Scale Python had such an idea, but how could Han Zhonglin let it go?

Han Zhonglin's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and after a few flashes in a row, he came to a dozen zhang above the ghost, and the Cold Sky Sword in his hand soared three zhang, emitting a dazzling white light and slashing down.

The Phantom Scale Demon Python reacted very quickly, and the demon body coiled up in the blink of an eye, and the python tail had already faced the Cold Sky Sword.

The eyes of the ghost were full of anger, and the python tail slammed the cold sky sword with great force, and the ghost was surprised to find that the gray figure had disappeared, and at the same time, an indifferent voice sounded above the head.

"Die!"

The ghost only felt that his head was stabbed into a sharp object, and then he fell directly into the bottomless abyss of pain.

After more than a dozen breaths, the huge demon body of the ghost was still coiled, the python head and tail were completely immobile, and the vertical snake's eyes were full of unwillingness.

Han Zhonglin stood above the ghostly sword, and a three-inch-long silver dagger hung above his hand, which was the Sword of Thunder.

Since he successfully endowed the spirit with the Thunder Sword, Han Zhonglin's mind has had a wonderful induction with the Thunder Sword, and he can penetrate the enemy's vital points silently, and he is invincible.

However, Han Zhonglin knew that this Thunder Sword could never be used in front of people, which was also the reason why Han Zhonglin wanted to perfect the way of attacking.

Summoned three spirit dragons to suck the essence of the ghost, and an hour passed, and the body of the ghostly was already shriveled.

Han Zhonglin summoned the spirit dragon and harnessed the Cold Sky Sword to leap into the vast black mist, looking for its next hunting target.

In the next ten days, Han Zhonglin rested and refined the vitality of heaven and earth during the day, and looked for the demon beasts of the foundation building period at night, and the results were quite fruitful, relying on the sharpness of the Thunder Sword, he killed six or seven demon beasts of the foundation building period one after another, and after entering the central demon domain of the Qingqiu Domain, Han Zhonglin became more careful.

In a simple cave that was excavated, Han Zhonglin sat cross-legged on a futon, and nine spirit dragons floated in front of him.

"Raise soldiers for a thousand days, use soldiers for a while!"

Two rays of Yuan Power poured out from the palms of Han Zhonglin's palms, and they quickly wrapped around a spirit dragon.

Soon, the spirit dragon's body began to shrink, and at the same time, a large mass of gray yuan force slowly separated from the spirit dragon.

"Close!"

As soon as Han Zhonglin opened his mouth, a large mass of gray Yuan Force was sucked into the dantian by Han Zhonglin, and then Han Zhonglin felt that the Yuan Force in the dantian was full of a lot.

Repeatedly, the other eight spirit dragon bodies were all shrunk to more than two feet long, no longer with the original might.

And Han Zhonglin was overjoyed, and the yuan force in the dantian had reached the limit of what he could bear.

"It's time to advance to the fourth floor of the foundation!"

Holding his breath and meditating, Han Zhonglin took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, which was Qiong liquid!

Opening the jade bottle and taking a sip of the elixir, Han Zhonglin only felt a mouthful of warmth slowly along his throat to the dantian, and then extended from the dantian to the hundred veins of his limbs, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable.

Collecting his mind and slowly escaping into the ethereal, Han Zhonglin guided the qi and blood of the whole body to start the Zhou Tian cycle.

I don't know how long it took, but Han Zhonglin slowly woke up from his cross-seated position.

After checking the dantian and the hundred veins, the corners of Han Zhonglin's mouth finally revealed a trace of curvature.

"Finally advanced to the fourth floor of the foundation!"

Moving forward in harvest and hope, one step at a time, hope is no longer out of reach.