Between the mountains and ravines, there is a reckless atmosphere, a quiet, many emperor-level spirit beasts, from time to time skimming the sky, shadows of different sizes, cast into the pool below.

However, all the spirit beasts that passed by, when they were more than 100 zhang above the pond, they all avoided from a distance, as if they were afraid of hitting something.

"This six-grade peak and mountain formation also has a bit of a look, it is easy to hide from the Emperor Dome-level spirit beast, and the hardness is no less than the body of a first-order throne-level spirit beast. Ji Yan stroked the looming mountain peak and muttered to himself.

Of course, the mountain peak, which was quite illusory in his eyes, was incomparably solid in the eyes of spirit beasts and others, as if it were real.

This magic circle was not laid by him, but the six-rank array mage invited by the Black Cave Cliff for a lot of money.

Below the pool in the water.

A whirlpool of color waves, rotating at high speed, in the center of the whirlpool, Xiao Yang's eyes were slightly closed, he stood with his hands in his hands, and the expression on his face was extremely peaceful.

The swirling pool of water was frantically poured into his body, and the surging energy in it was all absorbed by the strange trees, and transmitted to the fruits of the spiritual gate.

Around those fruits, the light slowly floated.

If there is a strong person again, he will be shocked to find that those dots of light are actually the prototype of the origin of the throne, a ninth-order spirit emperor, who can actually withstand such a large amount of energy, is really shocked.

Tightly closing his eyes, Xiao Yang's brows, sometimes wrinkled, sometimes loosened, looking at that appearance, it didn't seem to be easy, only he knew how painful he was at this time.

"This process will take at least three years. Ji Yan looked down, his eyes flickered slightly, the condensation of the origin of the throne is the most troublesome thing for the strong of the spirit king, some throne-level spirit beasts, in order to condense a throne origin, it will take decades to say the least.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Spirit Kings, stuck at a certain level for the rest of their lives, unable to advance an inch.

Three years seems to be a long time, so as long as Xiao Yang can condense the origin of the throne, it will definitely not be a loss, and I don't know how many strong people there are, I can't wait to exchange with him.

"Take advantage of this time, just to feel the formation, and finally get the hundred array spectrum, you can't waste it like this, in case the soul power skyrockets to a level, I don't know how many array mages to envy. ”

Ji Yanmei flipped through the hundred array spectrum, his pursuit of strength was far less than the desire for the formation, as long as he had the hundred array spectrum in hand, he could not eat or drink, and feel crazy.

Three years passed quietly.

However, compared to the quietness here, the Black Cave Cliff, which is 100,000 miles away, is not so peaceful, after learning that his three elders died in the Black Cave Cliff, many strong men of the Bone Gate came violently, and as soon as they appeared, the lion opened his mouth and demanded compensation of millions of spirit jade.

For the debt owed by Yao Suo, the Black Cave Cliff was naturally unwilling to settle it, so the angry Bone Gate powerhouse tore his face and declared war on the spot.

This battle is three years.

"Boom!"

The space above the Black Cave Cliff suddenly shattered, and a black bone skeleton with black gas lingering and a huge Dark Bone Butterfly that stretched out its wings collided solidly, and the space within a radius of thousands of feet near it directly collapsed, cracking into pitch-black cracks.

"Collision between throne-level spirit beasts!"

All the strong people who passed near the Black Cave Cliff were all detours with numb scalps, and the throne-level spirit beasts were in the Ghost Netherworld, although there were many, they were still rarely haunted.

In the collision of such existences, ordinary Spirit Emperors are involved, and they will definitely die tragically on the spot.

"Yao Qinglin, even the poison of the Nine Cold Abyss Jiao didn't kill you, your life is really harder than a stone. The old man who stepped on the Soul Bone Butterfly spoke indifferently.

Dong Xu, the Supreme Elder of the Bone Gate, is also the only Spirit King powerhouse in the Bone Gate.

"You're not dead, how could I go first. Yao Qinglin sneered, his gaze swept downward, the powerhouse of the Bone Gate, and the Spirit Emperor of the Black Cave Cliff were fighting mercilessly.

The sound of the explosion of spiritual power, and the roar of rage, sounded one after another.

"If it weren't for the assistance of the Aoba Gate, your black cave cliff would have been flattened by our bone gate a long time ago, how could you still be arrogant. There was a touch of coldness in Dong Zhi's eyes.

The master of the Aoba Gate, named Yang Ye, is a student of the Qing Soul Academy, and after graduation, he stayed near the Spirit Courtyard to develop and set up a not weak Aoba Gate.

Moreover, I don't know what kind of shit luck Yang Ye had, after staying in a Jedi for three days, he actually ascended to the sky in one step and broke through to the ninth-order Spirit Emperor.

Since then, the rapid development of the Aoba Gate has attracted many high-level spirit emperors to join, faintly, able to confront some old forces, and at the first time after the outbreak of the Black Cave Cliff in the Bone Gate War, it is also immediately rushed to the Ghost Netherworld to support the Black Cave Cliff.

"No way, who let me have a good grandson. Yao Qinglin grinned: "Your grandson, it seems to be called Dong Dui, I heard that after he was abolished, he died in the lawless zone, I don't know if it's true or not." ”

"Yao Qinglin, you want to die. Dong Zhi's eyes were cold, Dong Dui's death was his eternal pain.

During that time, he happened to be in retreat, but his most beloved grandson died in the lawless zone, and since then, he has kept Xiao Yang's name firmly in his heart.

The person who killed Dong Du was Xiao Yang!

"Can you kill me? Yao Qinglin laughed.

"Yao Qinglin, you're too complacent. The corners of Dongzhi's mouth hooked up a cold arc: "I'm not afraid to tell you, my son Donglin, will be able to break through the Spirit King soon, if nothing else, just today, by then, your precious grandson's Aoba Gate will be swept away, and your Black Cave Cliff will be no exception." ”

"What?"

Yao Qinglin's complexion changed suddenly, Yao You and the others below, their pupils shook wildly, the current master of the Bone Gate, Dongling, will soon become the Spirit King?

"Boom!"

A bright pillar of dark light rose into the air from a distance, Yao Qinglin's face stiffened, while Yao You and the others were breathing stagnantly, and a thick despair appeared in their hearts.

Someone has become a spirit king.

That person will only be Tanglin!

"Haha!" Looking at the shocked faces of Yao Qinglin and the others, Dong Yu laughed: "Yao Qinglin, I want to see, what do you fight with me, from today onwards, the Black Cave Cliff will be removed from the ghost underworld forever!"

"Yang Ye!" Yao Qinglin's old palm in his robe couldn't help but tremble, at this time, Yang Ye was leading people to contend with the remaining powerhouses of the Bone Gate, Tanglin broke through the Spirit King, and what was waiting for him was only death.

"Old fellow, resign yourself to your fate. Dong Zhiyin looked at Yao Qinglin testimoniously: "What you love the most is Yang Ye and Yao You, don't worry, after destroying the Black Cave Cliff, I will break Yang Ye's arms and throw him to the mine to be a slave, as for your beautiful granddaughter, send it to the land of Spring Festival and be insulted by 10,000 people, haha!"

Biting her red lip gently, Yao Youqiao's face turned pale.

Black Cave Cliff, is it really going to die?

"Dark Bone Butterfly, kill!" Dong Zhi pointed at Yao Qinglin, sneering and drinking.

Right in the next moment.

"Bang!"

White bone slag burst out from the front of the Dark Bone Butterfly's huge body, and a pitch-black scythe blade pierced through it, and skewered together with the eastern squirt.

The space, there was silence in an instant, and all the people in the Black Cave Cliff and the Bone Gate were all stunned to look at the sky, and Yao Qinglin above was also dumbfounded.

What happened?

"Yes...... Who ......" Blood sprayed in his mouth, and he turned around with difficulty, a black-robed hunting spirit beast, indifferently stretching out his right arm, and the pitch-black chains were wrapped around his arm.

Behind the King of Ten Thousand Nights, a handsome young man stepped out slowly, with a slight smile on his face.

"Loose cultivation, Xiao Yang. ”

(End of chapter)