"Lin Dong boy, you wait here, let's go get you a gift, the value will not be weaker than the Flame Lord's Fire God Ancient Card."

The Rock and the Great Desolate Monument immediately turned into two gloomy rays and fled towards the eighth layer, which had blocked the golden barrier that the five Death Mystery Realm Perfection powerhouses had bombarded with all their might, but they ignored the two who tried to break in and directly let them pass.

A moment later, the Rock and the Great Desolate Monument flew out with a wheel-sized purple gold skin in their arms, and the purple gold skin was densely textured, exuding extremely ancient fluctuations.

"I said, did you two peel off the surface of the Lord of the Desolation's body, the useless skin that is about to shed on me? How much does this dare to claim that the value is not weak? ”

Looking at the two unusually familiar pieces of skin in front of him, the corners of Lin Dong's mouth twitched subconsciously, and he thought that the so-called gift would be a Honghuang ancient card or something.

"Hey, Lin Dong boy, you can't say that, this thing is called the skin of the desolation, it is attached to the main surface of the desolation, and it is a treasure compressed by the endless and pure desolate qi for thousands of years, this is the supreme holy product of tempering the body."

"In ancient times, I don't know how many strong people who walked one way spent a lot of money, just to get a piece of desolate skin the size of a fingernail to temper the flesh and tap the potential of the body, but they always couldn't ask for it."

"You kid came up with two pieces of such a big desolate skin, or it's completely free, don't be in the blessing and don't know the blessing."

The Great Desolate Monument looked like a person I had come over, and whispered.

"In that case, isn't the Lord of the Desolation covered in treasures? If you take off one of its nails and refine it slightly, it will be a top pure yuan treasure, and the defense power will be bursting. ”

Lin Dong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his thinking diverged further.

"Cut, are you all fools when the warriors of our time are? As you can think of it, we have long thought that someone once had a bold idea in private, if you can use the knee of the Lord of the Desolation or simply the skull, you can create an ancient artifact that is more powerful than ever, and the power is comparable to "

The Great Desolate Monument smiled disdainfully and continued to induce deeply.

I don't know why, the Lord of the Desolation, who was lying quietly on the eighth floor, still asleep, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and he felt a strong malice from this world.

"Damn, what deadly bastard would dare to hit me? When Lao Tzu wakes up, he must pinch and blow up the inch by inch of this son of bitch."

The thousand-foot-tall purple gold giant rolled over and thought viciously.

"You two are afraid that you two don't know how to write dead words? Among the eight ancient masters, the temper of the Lord of the Flood Desolation is afraid to be even hotter than that of the Lord of the Flame, the kind that will start if he doesn't agree with him, and he will be reckless. ”

"Someone would be stupid enough to stand outside his room and shout about the idea of his body organs, heh, this makes me have to sigh: there are always people who think that they have a long life~"

Seeing that one person and one monument are getting more and more outrageous, and going farther and farther on the road of death, the spirit of the ancestral stone of Yan finally can't stand it.

“”

As soon as Yan said this, the seventh layer suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

"What did we just do? It must be a demon who has taken control of us!! ”

One person and one monument looked at each other in horror, and they were full of panic and wanted to flee the Flood Tower immediately.

If you want to say that the most panicked, it is the Great Desolation Monument.

If the Lord of the Flood Desolation woke up and knew about this, he would probably not trouble Lin Dong, a junior, if he didn't dare to look for it, for fear of being beaten, after all, the latter was the Ice Lord's man.

However, it's not the same as the Great Desolate Monument, the old guy has no face and no skin.

The recklessness of the Lord of the Desolation came up, and he burst the Great Desolation Monument for everyone to see in minutes, and after the left and right stele spirits were broken, it would only be a few years before the origin of the Great Desolation Monument would give birth to a new stele spirit again.

But if you catch Lu Xun, what does it have to do with me Zhou Shuren, the analogy is wrong.

Anyway, the appearance of the new stele spirit has nothing to do with the current Great Desolate Stele, it will really die!!

"Hahaha, don't frighten the juniors, Yan, this guy, is the Lord of the Flood Desolation the kind of person you said, he has a very good temper!"

The light and shadow of the Great Desolate Monument supported the trembling remnants, and his voice was unusually dry and he laughed loudly.

"Lao Tzu really believes in your evil!"

Looking at Lin Dong, whose face was as usual, and then at the Great Desolate Monument with an earthy face, Yan rolled his eyes angrily, this old guy really hasn't changed at all, and he can't help but release the thick soul of death in his body.

In ancient times, because of this character, the Great Desolation Monument was not less taught by the Ancient Eight Masters, but once this page was revealed, the Great Desolation Monument could not help but immediately relapse from the old disease and die again.

When Fu Zu's old man was alive, he also told Yan about this matter, and the Great Desolate Monument was suffering from a terminal disease that could not be cured by medicinal stones, and he was hopeless, so he waited for death.

"I said, can you two give me those two pieces of desolate skins first, and finally enter the desolate tower once, I have to hurry up and cultivate for a while."

Suddenly, Lin Dong, who thought that his wife was the Ice Lord, the head of the Ancient Eight Masters, was already fearless of everything in front of him, so he simply urged generously.

"Well said."

The body was still trembling and trembling, and he tried to hand Lin Dong the wheel-sized purple gold film in his hand, but he couldn't do it accurately.

"Haha, Lin Dong boy, what are your hands shaking? Don't be afraid, with me and Iwa, the Lord of the Flood Desolation will definitely sell me and wait for a thin noodle, rest assured. ”

The Great Desolate Monument that refused to admit defeat, and an unusually stiff and ugly smile was forced out of the old face, which was enough to scare off a general-level demon.

"Hey, forget it, it's not easy for the old man, let's save some face for him."

Lin Dong, who hadn't stretched out his hand yet, sighed secretly when he saw this, grabbed it with his big hand, and grabbed the piece of purple gold skin that was shaking so much into his hand.

"You can moderately absorb some of the power of the seventh layer of the Flood Desolation to restore your strength, but don't disturb the Lord of the Flood Desolation and affect the recovery of this senior."

The next two pieces of the desolate skin of Lin Dong swept directly and sat down, and with a movement of his heart, a faint devouring power emerged, and the two dark mouths that emerged from the left and right palms quickly swallowed the two pieces of purple gold skin.

"Boom !!"

The majestic purple gold qi transformed by the two pieces of purple gold skin membrane exploded in Lin Dong's body, surging towards all the internal organs, bones, flesh, meridians, and even cells in his body quite frantically.

At a jaw-dropping speed, it silently strengthened the strength of every part of the physical body, and even the massive amount of yuan power stored in the depths of the dantian.

Cultivation has officially begun!

"Iwa, I, I'm scared, what should I do? Can you do it for me?"

"Get out, you old guy stay away from me, I want to extract the desolate qi here to recover some strength initially, don't bother me."

"Rock, you can't die without help, the master is gone"

On the seventh floor of the Flood Tower, there were faint voices echoing.