Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Scribbled End
"Oh, in that case, it depends on which Occult Power attribute has more of it. Huo Aohai said, turning his head to look at the grass houses: "We have never produced a dual-attribute extreme mystical body here, but the general clan has been out many times, but it's a pity that ......"
Huo Aohai sighed quietly and did not continue.
"What's the pity?" Yan Long asked.
Huo Aohai thought about it, and decided to tell Yan Long: "The two-attribute Extreme Xuan One is still not worth spending a lot of resources on the side of the General Clan to cultivate, only the Extreme Xuan Body with three attributes and above is eligible." ”
Speaking of this, Huo Aohai sighed: "It's just an extremely mysterious body of the three attributes...... How can it be so easy to come out......"
Yan Long nodded...... No wonder Ye Chang was so eager when he saw that he had the Xuan Power of the three attributes.
"Then why did you Jixuan clan suddenly become so depressed again?"
Huo Aohai smiled bitterly, tilted his head slightly, and said, "In the peak period of our Extreme Xuan Clan, there was a four-attribute Extreme Xuan Unity that was unique in ten thousand! ”
"And what happened later?" Yan Long frowned slightly.
"Later...... The man died. Huo Aohai lowered his head and seemed to say it easily.
"Dead!?" Yan Long's footsteps paused, his pupils full of shock...... With the anti-heaven ability of the Extreme Xuan Clan, if they devote all the resources of the entire clan to cultivating a person at their peak, that person's strength will inevitably exceed that of ordinary powerhouses by a lot, how can it be ......
Huo Aohai glanced at him and said with a smile: "This is all in the past, there is no need to mention it again." Come, and I'll take you to meet our patriarch here. ”
Walking in front of the largest thatched hut, Huo Aohai bent down slightly, and said in a respectful tone: "Patrol captain Huo Aohai asks to see the patriarch." ”
"Well, come in. Inside the grass hut, an old voice slowly came out.
Entering the thatched hut, an old man in front of him sat on the bed, seemingly concentrating. Yan Long felt a sense of oppression from him.
With the last breath exhaled, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looked Yan Long up and down, and said with a smile: "You are the first guest we have received here, do you have any feelings?"
Yan Long replied with a smile: "I don't have any feelings, maybe it's because I'm too handsome." ”
Old man: "......"
Not long after Huo Aohai left the grass hut, he suddenly felt a wave of heat rushing into the sky behind him, and the sudden explosion of air almost lifted him away.
Huo Aohai looked back, only to see that the grass hut that had been completely covered by the sea of fire had long since disappeared, leaving only the shadow of an old man sitting cross-legged and a blackened back.
I saw the old man's voice full of supreme power and anger: "From now on, there will be no more wordless dragons in the world!"