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Long Yu snorted coldly: "It's okay if you want to get to know, but I hope Brother Yan will help me win the treasure first, what is the value of 30,000 catties of dragon marrow, I believe Brother Yan knows better than anyone else." (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter)"

"Don't worry, I will never go back on what I promised." Yan Wushuang smiled slightly, waved his big hand, and the team continued to walk towards the depths of the Nine Demon Spring.

After the attack of the Dryad, they began to struggle, and the monsters suddenly became more numerous, but the strength was extremely strong, and the monsters that were not weaker than the Dryad level also appeared in groups.

"Bang!"

"Don't—!"

After going deep into Baili again, Yan Wushuang and the others encountered a group of extremely terrifying demon wolves, and the strength of each demon wolf was not weaker than the dryad they had encountered before.

A team of more than a dozen people began to suffer casualties.

The monks of the Xuanhai period died one after another, these were all Yan Wushuang's descendants, and every time Yan Wushuang's heart died, his heart was beating wildly, and he was distressed.

"Death to me!"

Rumble!

A syruping, like a breath of pulling out a mountain and lifting a peak, emanated from Yan Wushuang's body, and a long knife flashing with red, yellow, and blue strange lights flew out from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a hundred zhang long in the blink of an eye, with a cold light, releasing an unparalleled coercion.

The sword was shining, the light was very strong, and a holy power was faintly revealed.

Half-Holy Soldier!

Lin Yi felt a pang in his heart, this was a semi-holy soldier, only half a step away from reaching the first grade of the holy soldier, much more powerful than his Fire God Needle, it was definitely a magic weapon with great lethality.

"Two senior brothers help me urge the demi-saint soldiers." Yan Wushuang roared, and the spiritual power of his whole body spurted, all of which sprayed onto this three-color strange knife.

Boom!

The two half-step Divine Yuan elders shot out at the same time, and the pure spiritual power turned into a torrent and poured into the three-color strange knife.

Zheng Zheng!

The three-color strange knife light looked at it, and the three strange lights shot out ten thousand rays of light, turning windmills and shooting out in all directions, and all the demon wolves turned into air one after another, destroying and sweeping away a qiē monster.

The power of the half-saint soldiers was extraordinary, and with Yan Wushuang and the three of them urging together, hundreds of demon wolves were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Yan Wushuang's face turned pale, he withdrew the three-color strange knife, took out a few pills and threw them into his mouth, replenishing the spiritual power consumed.

There is no spiritual power in the Nine Demon Spring, only demonic energy, and it cannot absorb spiritual energy at all, so it can only rely on pills or old medicine to replenish it.

At this time, they all regretted it, regretting why they didn't bring more to replenish their spiritual power before, of course, if there was enough time to refine the dragon marrow, but now there is obviously no spare time.

Nearly a third of the twenty-person team died, and all of them were Xuanhai Stage monks, such a price was too great for Yan Wushuang to bear.

"Brother Long, the price I paid is too great." Yan Wushuang's eyes were gloomy, and he said with a frown.

Long Yu looked at him coldly and asked calmly, "What does Brother Yan mean by this?" ”

"Every Xuanhai Stage cultivator is an elite disciple cultivated by our Panwang Heavenly Sword Sect for nearly a hundred years, and I can't explain it to the sect."

One of Yan Wushuang's senior brothers, one of the old men also chimed in: "Dragon Holy Son, the disciples we lost are all the descendants of the young master, and our losses are indeed too great. ”

Lin Yi didn't pay attention to their dog-eat-dog, he opened the Heavenly Dao Dragon Eye and looked into the depths of the Nine Shadows Demon Spring, feeling that there was an extremely terrifying monster being resurrected, comparable to a Shenyuan Realm monk.

"Damn, if you waste a little more time, that monster will be fully resurrected, see what you can do against it then."

Lin Yi scolded in his heart, he wasn't too worried about his own safety, and now that the Qing family had also entered the Nine Demon Spring, the combined forces of these two parties were enough to deal with a powerful monster.

Long Yu's expression was also gloomy at this time, and he said coldly: "Brother Yan might as well say it directly, everyone is a smart person, there is no need to beat around the bush." ”

Yan Wushuang drooped his eyelids and said indifferently: "I want to increase the ten-year period to fifteen years, which means that within fifteen years, you Wangu Mountain will provide us with dragon marrow for free, no less than three thousand catties each time." ”

"Brother Yan has too much appetite." Long Yu's face changed slightly, and he sneered.

"It's come to this point, I hope Brother Long can think it through, without my help, you are not the opponent of the Qing family." Yan Wushuang's voice was not hurried, and he said slowly.

"Even with your help, Long Yu, a waste, won't get that treasure." At this moment, an arrogant voice came from a very distant distance, and it was very clear to everyone's ears.

Except for Long Yu and Lin Yi, Yan Wushuang and his entourage's complexions all changed slightly.

Only dragon seekers like Lin Yi and Long Yu could sense the breath of other creatures from the boundless demonic energy, just now Lin Yi suddenly sensed that the people of the Qing family had arrived, and they were no more than three thousand zhang away.

A team of more than 20 people, riding several strange-shaped flying boats, roared from a distance, and a powerful aura was released from the flying boats, as if they were demonstrating.

Three flying boats stopped five feet away, and on a white flying boat, there stood a stunning girl in a green shirt with a cold expression.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was very beautiful, but there was a sense of indifference and rejection in her eyes.

Lin Yi looked at it, and his heart shook slightly, because his pupils were orange, flashing with a hint of light.

Orange eyes, this is a natural feng shui eye, after the acquired exercise, you can cultivate the eye of heaven, second only to your own heavenly way to find the dragon's eye.

Among the dragon seekers in the Southern Regions, there are only a handful of people who can have such abilities, except for a few ancestors of the major dragon seeking families, only the genius girl Qing Wan'er of the South China Sea Qing family is Qing Wan'er.

Next to Qing Wan'er, there was a strong man, with knotted body muscles, full of explosive power, very wild.

The aura of the strong man is very powerful, vaguely stronger than Yan Wushuang, almost reaching the realm of a half-step divine element.

On the other four flying boats, each had a half-step Shenyuan monk in charge, and more than twenty Xuanhai period monks followed.

Such a team is much stronger than Yan Wushuang's side, and with Yan Wushuang's current strength, it is not their opponent at all.

"Qin Zhen." Staring at the strong man beside Qing Wan'er in disgust, Yan Wushuang gritted his teeth and snapped out two words from his mouth.

"That's right, it's my brother." The strong man grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "I didn't expect you kid to mix so well, the holy son of the Panwang Heavenly Sword Sect, what a big signboard." ”

"You're not bad, the alternate saint of the Han family, but there are many alternate saints of the Han family, you are not doing well." Yan Wushuang sneered,-for-tat.

"It's your business, get out of here, don't get in the way of our treasure hunt." Qin Zhen waved his big hand, and he didn't look at Yan Wushuang with his eyes.

Lin Yi smiled secretly in his heart, he had a good impression of this strong man, and intuitively felt that this alternate saint son of the Han family was a man of temperament, and he was by no means a gloomy and treacherous person like Yan Wushuang.

Long Yu's eyes have been staring at Qing Wan'er, his expression shows jealousy and hatred, although he has been the holy son of Wangu Mountain all these years, but he has been suppressed by Qing Wan'er, most of the Southern Regions think that it must be this indifferent and elegant girl who will become a dragon seeking saint master in the future.