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Airplanes!

A ball of blue light suspended above the void, surrounded by faint water waves, and even the sound of rippling ocean tides, mixed with the sound of immature dragon roars. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A half-zhang long small dragon was constantly wandering in the ball of light, roaring, but it was the dragon power that was agitating, Xiao Chen's body was shining with golden light, and beside him was Mu Qing, who also had a clear glow, obviously her king's bloodline was deriving.

As for Lianhua, she didn't appear, because she couldn't stand the rippling dragon power, and Xiao Chen and the two of them also relied on their own cultivation and chance to resist such a dragon power.

It is hard to imagine that the dragon blood that this group once left behind, after countless years, and even after the essence was bred into the little dragon in it, there is still such a coercion.

This is definitely the existence that can grow into a king beast, but it is the real beast king, once it grows up, it is comparable to the existence of the king of the human race, which is equivalent to the existence of a king in the tribe, and there is no king of kings!

All this happened in the depths of the Luolong Mountain Range, in the 850,000-mile barren ancient forest, and he was given such an opportunity by his own disciples.

Buzz!

The immature little dragon continued to roar, and the surrounding void had a faint aura that was constantly sucked into the azure ball of light, and this space was specially derived from the glass, specially drawn for this little dragon, but it was only a mile in size.

But the spiritual energy is about to condense into water droplets, and at this moment, there are still various elixirs being put in, crushed into spiritual energy and floating between heaven and earth, in order to give Xiaolong enough spiritual power.

Fortunately, there is a mountain and river medicine garden, which is enough to be the size of a thousand miles, and some ordinary elixirs are extremely easy to cultivate, almost one stubble after another, and they are put into this space that is only one mile in size.

"Husband, the elixir in the Hundred Herbs Hall has already satisfied the self-sufficiency of the tribe, and even some rare elixirs have also begun to be cultivated, and under the cultivation of sufficient elixirs, the power of the tribe has progressed rapidly during this time. ”

Looking at the dragon egg in front of him, Mu Qing's eyes also flashed with brilliance, and he hugged Xiao Chen's arm and said.

"And the barter land of the ancient desolate world you demarcated, Sister Lianhua and I are also almost busy, just waiting for your husband to open it!"

"Good!"

Xiao Chen let out a long breath, and a flash of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes, when the barter land of the ancient desolate world was opened, he still had one thing to do, which was to strangle the entire border wasteland alien race, and make the border wasteland a land under the real control of the Gu Yuan tribe.

Now he has figured it out, he can't hide it, even if he is Taoguang and hides his strength, but the alien race will not give him a chance for the Gu Yuan tribe, so the Gu Yuan tribe needs to take the initiative to attack!

Fight, fight, blood.

Most of the warriors of the Gu Yuan tribe today have entered the state of hidden cultivation, with sufficient elixir, and the speed of time controlled by the glass, the Gu Yuan tribe will make up for it in this way in the world of mountains and rivers because it has not been established for a long time.

Waiting for the start of the expedition!

When the sword is unsheathed, you will see the edge of blood!

"Liuli, how many ancient desolation tokens can be derived now. Then Xiao Chen asked out loud.

"Master, there are two million ancient desolation orders derived from it now, and if there are more, a large amount of divine gold will be needed, because of the imprint ban, ordinary casting materials are simply unbearable, and it must be a medium-grade or above level divine gold. ”

"Two million?" Xiao Chen muttered softly, and then there was a glint in his eyes, and said, "Two million is enough for now, wait until the trading place is really on the right track, and expand the scale again." ”

"Husband, my sister and I have set up the Ancient Wilderness Pavilion in the barter land, as the direct chamber of commerce of my Guyuan tribe, with my Guyuan tribe's elixir pills, as well as various spiritual objects, and at the same time, barter conferences will be held from time to time. ”

"There is also the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds mentioned by the husband before, a small world of various attributes, so that martial artists can comprehend the mysteries. ”

"Not bad. ”

Xiao Chen nodded, at the moment, the Gu Yuan tribe could not be compared to those big tribes that had been inherited for countless years, and they needed to come step by step.

Half an hour later, Xiao Chen and Mu Qing's figures appeared in the barter land of the ancient desolate world.

There are all kinds of pavilions in the barter land, of course, these pavilions have been touched by the glass, and they have become like they have gone through countless years of vicissitudes.

In addition, there is an endless wilderness outside, the fertile soil is fertile, and there is a faint overflow of spiritual power, and at this moment, there are already warriors who are opening up spiritual fields.

"I have seen the patriarch, Lord. Soon an old man appeared, saluting respectfully.

It was on the floating island of the Eastern Imperial City that he met the old man of the Qinglian lineage of the Mulian family, and now his injuries have healed.

Mu Qing awakened the main vein of the Mulian family, and was recognized by Wang Bing, and the old man naturally took Mu Qing as the master, and of course joined the Gu Yuan tribe. What Xiao Chen didn't expect was that this old man not only had the cultivation of the Eight Heavens of the Heavy Building Realm, but also turned out to be a spirit planter, and his grade was not low, which can be described as a great joy.

The role of a true spirit planter, his legacy is more important than his combat power.

However, thinking of the bloodline inherited by the old man, the vitality of the way of wood, all this seems normal.

The old man's name is Qingjingmu, and he was included in the Guyuan tribe by Xiao Chen, and the shock in his heart when he saw such a strange place can be imagined.

At this moment, the old man is commanding the clansmen of the Gu Yuan tribe to transform the land around the barter land into a spiritual field, so that they can cultivate the spiritual rice spirit fruit.

"How is Lingtian being cultivated?" Xiao Chen asked casually.

"Patriarch, in another half a month, we will be able to open up all the land outside the barter land out of the spiritual field. ”

Xiao Chen nodded, these spiritual fields were specially sorted out by Xiao Chen, in order to lease them to those who entered the ancient desolate world to barter, of course, the price depends on whether they can afford it.

"Husband. Soon, the figure of the flower swept from afar, the barter land was three thousand miles in size, Xiao Chen was not ready to be all controlled by the Gu Yuan tribe, but scattered to the warriors of other tribes who entered the ancient desolate world, so that these warriors who entered the space could reclaim and occupy it by themselves.

The Gu Yuan tribe will also participate in it, participate in the competition, and cooperate with the Gu Desolate Pavilion to be bright and dark, so that the Gu Yuan tribe can hide behind the scenes, and in the end, no matter how these tribes who enter the ancient desolate world compete, they are actually under the control of the Gu Yuan tribe.

The Gu Yuan tribe's retreat and locking the city, isolated from the entire border wasteland, the entire tribe fell into silence, and most of the people entered the secret realm to cultivate, but for the warriors in the outside world, it was a different view.

Some warriors who passed through the ancient city of the Gu Yuan tribe had a trace of expectation and fear in their eyes.

Because they found that the entire tribe of Gu Yuan was silent, a tribe with millions of people, even if the tribe was closed, there was no noise, which was extremely abnormal.

And Xiao Chen didn't care about this, because he wanted to return to the cave and take back the mountains and rivers.

"Master, the mountain and river seal is trapped in the mist of the Ink Nightmare, and this Ink Mist has generated a spiritual intelligence, and it has obviously existed for many years!"

Liuli is naturally clear about things in the outside world.

"The Mist of Ink. Xiao Chen was light, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Of course, he had heard of the Ink Mist of the two forbidden clouds of the Cave Void, which was called the Aurora Cloud.

It is rumored that some of the ink mists in the cave void world have been derived for millions of years, even if they are supreme kings, they will be lost in their minds when they enter it, and the spiritual world will collapse and turn into a dry corpse.

There are rumors in the Great Wilderness that there was once a King of Inkmares, who lost the sanity of a supreme king who had mistakenly broken into the mist, and then the spirit of the Inkmare took away this supreme king and was reborn in the flesh and rampaged the entire cave world.

"Liuli, what kind of strength does the wisdom of this ink mist in the outside world have? Soon Xiao Chen came back to his senses and asked out loud.

"It has the strength of a half-step king. Liuli replied softly: "Master, Liuli can ingest this spirit of ink into the Shanhe Seal World Uniform, and the master will subdue it." ”

"These days, this group of ink nightmare spirits is constantly attacking the mountains and rivers, I really don't know how thick the sky is. ”

A flash of disdain flashed in Liuli's eyes, for these days, the movements of this group of ink nightmare spirits are very disdainful, even the king can't tear the mountains and rivers seal to a bit, a spirit body that is just a half-king realm, it is really beyond his strength.

"Good!"

Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, subduing the mist spirit of the Ink Nightmare definitely has a lot of benefits.

Now that the alien small world is hanging in the cave void outside the border wasteland, if there is a cloud of ink mist as the eye of the Gu Yuan tribe, patrolling the cave void world outside the border wasteland, it will definitely have an unexpected effect.

In the face of the Ink Mist, most of the martial artists will dodge and not get close at all, so that even the alien race will not think that there is a cloud of Ink Mist, which is the eyes of the Gu Yuan tribe.

Airplanes!

In the central area of the Ink Nightmare Mist, the Mountains and Rivers Seal was suspended in it, and no matter what the Ink Nightmare Spirit moved, it never had the slightest effect.

This group of ink nightmare spirits has been born for hundreds of thousands of years, but the time to give birth to spiritual intelligence is only tens of thousands of years, although it is a taboo in the void, but compared to those ink nightmare that have been produced for hundreds of millions of years, it is still very young.

Since it is called a taboo and has a great terror, its growth is also extremely slow, and even if it is born now, it is just an extremely fragile spirit, only instinct.

The mountain and river seal appeared in the ink nightmare, and this ink nightmare spirit instinctively felt this bronze ancient seal, bringing it a crisis. (To be continued.) )