Zhang Ling and Yu'er went to kill the alien beast in different directions, and after more than half an hour, they met in the previous place again, and after some killing, both of them naturally got a lot of alien beast inner pills.

"Yu'er, you are very skillful, and you have killed so many strange beasts in just this moment. ”

Zhang Ling saw the alien beast Neidan held in Yu'er's hand, and unconsciously praised.

"Compared to Ling Shao, it is far behind, Ling Shao killed the alien beast and obtained almost twice as much as Yu'er!"

"Heh, Yu'er is not bad, huh, although there is no sun and moon in this Shenlong Cave, why does it seem to be getting dark this day, let's take advantage of the fact that the sky is not completely dark to kill some strange beasts, otherwise it will not be complete when it gets dark." ”

Zhang Ling smiled and praised Yu'er a few words, but found that the sky of this magical Divine Dragon Cave had gradually darkened.

Zhang Ling is located in this Shenlong Cave is extremely large, the current area is probably thousands of miles in radius, Zhang Ling and Yu'er flew in different directions, and after a while, they each flew out of hundreds of miles, Zhang Ling flew to the south, and Yu'er flew to the north.

Zhang Ling's current strength has reached a critical point, he can already fly without the sword, at this moment he uses the flying method in the sea and the dark energy, the imperial qi flies on the vast plain, and the feet can give birth to a ray of light, looking down on the vast plain below, at this moment Zhang Ling suddenly has a comfortable feeling of being intoxicated with cultivation, although when fighting with those vicious demons in the past, he feels that the world he does not know is so strange and complicated, but now he can fly and practice at will in the Shenlong Cave that the Dragon King specially opened for him, but there is a different kind of pleasure, at least now, he doesn't have to fight with demons, it is rare to have a moment of leisure。

However, just when Zhang Ling was intoxicated with this pleasure, there was a howl like a fierce beast in front of him, and Zhang Ling was stunned when he heard it, because with his voice, Zhang Ling could feel that the fierce beast that could make this sound was extraordinary.

Zhang Ling flew forward decisively, hearing the sound getting louder and louder, Zhang Ling flew diagonally downward, gradually approaching the plain below, and looked around after landing steadily on the plain, Zhang Ling was surprised to find that there was nothing abnormal, all around were quiet, only the sound of wind and grass, but it was this kind of silence that made people feel more and more weird.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhang Ling felt that something was wrong, and his back was cold, and before he turned around quickly, he keenly felt the danger behind him, and when he turned around, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.......

As soon as Zhang Ling turned around, he saw a dragon lurking behind him, his whole body was golden, and he had four wings, it looked extremely evil and fierce, and the four eyes were opposite to each other to make people have a sense of fear, Zhang Ling had experienced a hundred battles, and he quickly calmed down after being slightly surprised, he carefully observed the dragon, and found that this dragon was extraordinary, Zhang Ling had killed a black Jiao in the Western Geya Country before, but if it was compared with this golden-scaled four-winged Jiao, it would be dwarfed, Zhang Ling saw that this was an ancient flood and desolate species, the same realm, can send out greater combat power than the opponent。

It was only a few snaps of time from Zhang Ling turning around to making these judgments, and at this time, the Golden Dragon Four-winged Jiao had already stared at Zhang Ling tightly, wanting to devour.

This Jiao is not easy to deal with, although I can barely control it, but I can't guarantee that there is no race around it, so I must fight quickly!

Zhang Ling thought to himself, and hurriedly jumped up, and the innate divine sword instantly appeared in his palm, and with a stab, a sharp sword shot out and flew towards the golden dragon four-winged Jiao.

When the dragon saw Zhang Ling's sword shoot out, he also hurriedly jumped up, opened his mouth suddenly, and a mouthful of dragon fire erupted.

Then a sharp sword and a fiery dragon fire met in the air, and then, exploded, disappearing.

Zhang Ling looked at the dragon that was flapping his wings in the air, and his mouth was faintly about to spew out dragon fire, his expression was solemn, the next moment, he put the sword in his left hand on his chest, and his right finger pointed to the center of his eyebrows, he was urging the heart of the sea to be strong, only to see his fingers touch his forehead, a light blue cold light slowly derived, and then injected into Zhang Ling's palm at a speed like electricity, and when the light in his palm bloomed, Zhang Ling put his finger on the sword body again, and the light blue cold light entered the sword body of the sword, and the entire sword body faintly released a chilling cold light。

In fact, that cold light is the swordsmanship of the sea and the mysteriousness, but this swordsmanship Zhang Ling has not had time to practice, so he can only temporarily inject it into the divine sword, hoping that with the power of the divine sword, it can more or less emit some incredible power, and the reason why Zhang Ling did this is that he hopes to stimulate the spirit of the divine sword.

It is said that the cold light of the Excalibur bloomed, and the cold air was pressing, and after a while, the flowers and plants within a hundred meters of this plain were covered with a layer of ice, and they were completely angry.

The time has come, Zhang Ling will quickly decide, and once again jumped into the air to confront the dragon, the dragon saw this fangs and claws and opened his mouth again to attack strangely, Zhang Ling did not dare to be careless when he saw this, and rushed forward, and when he was only ten meters away from the body of the dragon, he took the sword and waved it violently at the dragon, and a sword qi with a cold light of light blue cold light shot towards the dragon.

At this time, Jiaolong had approached the sword qi emitted by Zhang Ling, and when he saw the sword qi attacking, he actually retracted his wings, and suddenly shuttled like an arrow off the string, a violent collision, Zhang Ling's sword qi turned invisible, and the Jiaolong itself was unscathed, and once again gave birth to wings, flapping his wings and holding them in the air, a pair of vicious eyes that seemed to be on fire stared at Zhang Ling.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel that he had to show his strength, because it seemed that the realm of this ancient beast also seemed to be the realm of transforming into gods, and the ancient beast was originally more advantageous to humans in the same realm, what made Zhang Ling strange was that since it was the realm of transforming into gods, why didn't he turn into a human form? Wouldn't it be more convenient to fight like that?

It's just that at this moment, he can't care about Zhang Ling thinking so much, he once again held the divine sword in his hand and closed his eyes, this is familiar with the various mental methods of the Canghai Xuanjing Jin left in his sea of knowledge,

There is a set of swordsmanship in the heart of Canghai Xuanmingjin, which is a water system swordsmanship, specializing in restraining the fire system exercises, just now the heart method injected into the sword body did not receive much effect, and now he can rely on himself, so Zhang Ling quickly searched in the sea of knowledge, quickly remembered, and hoped to quickly become familiar with this set of swordsmanship.

Zhang Ling is already in the realm of transforming into a god, his knowledge of the sea is already very developed, and the speed of searching and remembering is very fast, and he is roughly familiar with this set of swordsmanship after a while.

Now that he is familiar with this set of swordsmanship, he can't tolerate slacking off for a moment, when Zhang Ling opened his eyes, he found that the dragon had attacked, Zhang Ling didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately flew into the air with a dodge, and looked condescendingly at the golden scale four-winged Jiao that pounced on an empty golden scale. He was ready to strike a heavy blow to Jiaolong.

The Jiaolong became more and more angry at the moment, seeing Zhang Ling easily avoiding himself and flying above his head, it felt that this was an insult, he was an ancient beast, a desolate god species, and he couldn't even pack up a small human monk for a long time, just when Zhang Ling was ready to attack, Jiaolong was naturally ready to give Zhang Ling a fatal blow.