The two hundred and sixteenth Rainbow Demon Spider Pill, besieged and killed

readx;? In the VIP room, after Cang Xuan delivered the 120,000 and three top-grade spirit stones, the inheritance relics belonging to the Rainbow Demon Dao people were sent to Cang Xuan's hands. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info [Latest Chapter Reading]

"The Spider Pill of the Demon Spider Clan?" Cang Xuan stretched out his hand and picked up the thumb-sized turquoise bead in the red sandalwood tray, and there was an image of a demon spider on the jade bead body, but there was a kind of demonic beauty in the weirdness.

Cang Xuan put the Inner Pill of the Rainbow Demon Daoist into the Qiankun Ring, and the Spider Pill that belonged to a Seven Realm cultivator was definitely of great use to him. Then he picked up the second relic of the Rainbow Demon Daoist.

"Julu Heavenly Poison Codex!"

Cang Xuan flipped through this leather scripture with great interest, which recorded the supernatural powers that the Rainbow Demon Daoist had learned all his life and some experiences on the cultivation path. Among them, there are more methods that dazzle Cang Xuan, such as poison identification, poisoning, and detoxification, which benefit Cang Xuan.

"Whew!"

A flame of gold with purple tinges ignited from Cangxuan's hand, burning the poison book to ashes. Of course, the contents of this book were already in his mind word for word.

After that, there was only a pale yellow round jade wall left in the red sandalwood tray. Cangxuan Cangxuan played with that thing for a long time and didn't find any clues, so he simply didn't go into it, just looked at it a few times and put it into the Qiankun ring.

"It's time to leave, too. Cang Xuan muttered as he looked at a stream of light flying towards him. He reached out and grabbed it, and the streamer was already in his hand.

Feeling the message from the streamer, Cang Xuan's face once again showed a faint smile. He knew very well that what he had asked for had been confirmed. And this auction is about to end, and it doesn't matter if you stay here, it's time to look for an opportunity that belongs to him.

"Let's go! It's too late, and I guess I'll only be able to drink some leftover soup. In an attic, the figure of a woman in yellow clothes faded away......

The Burial Yin Valley has the name of the first dangerous place on the periphery of the Poison King Mountain Range. On weekdays, there are few people here. But today, it seems to be different.

The black wind swirled in the long, empty valley, corroding the things around it. This kind of yin wind can even corrode the qi on the monk's body and extinguish the vitality. All the way through, there were rotten blades and gray bones, and there was hardly anything else.

At this moment, a hazy purple figure swayed. The speed is amazing, and I came here in the blink of an eye. However, at this moment, the purple-haired young man stopped and stopped walking.

"Aren't you tired after following for so long? If you don't come out, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to make a move. Cang Xuan opened his mouth and said, the look in his eyes was indifferent.

"I have to admire Your Excellency's courage, carrying a heavy treasure, and daring to come to this no-man's land alone. In the whirring wind, a woman in yellow clothes stood on the top of a cliff, and behind her there were dozens of uniformly dressed monks, all of whom exuded a strong aura.

"Alas, the heroes of ancient times, it seems that this seat is old. I'm so tough in Qianhemen, it turns out that this time it's Miss Huang who is leading the team. No wonder, no wonder. ”

With the appearance of the Qianhemen group, several scattered forces appeared. One of the monks with yellow sideburns and blue eyes spoke. On his body, you can see the appearance of the dragon and tiger accompanying him, and this vision is very amazing.

"It turned out to be the predecessor of the Wuxing Palace, Rui'er was disrespectful and disrespectful. The woman in the yellow dress saluted slightly to the man who was carrying the aura of a dragon and tiger, but her tone was polite and perfunctory.

In the procession, some monks looked at the yellow-robed woman and were secretly frightened. Huang Rui'er can be said to be the top one of the young generation of monks who have become famous in recent years.

It is rumored that her short twenty years of cultivation are almost worth the hundreds of years of those older generation of monks. It can be said that with her weak crown qualifications, she won the second position of the Thousand Crane Gate in addition to the Crane Stream Venerable.

"Boy, dare to rob the master's vajra grass. This time, the master will definitely kill you without a place to be buried!" the man with a soft face stood behind Huang Rui'er and said through gritted teeth at Cang Xuan.

His cultivation is not high, even lower than the cultivation of these sects in Qianhemen. But at this time, he has the support of a genius sister. Therefore, he had no fear.

"You!"

As soon as the man in the crane pattern finished speaking, his eyes widened, and there was no trace of blood on his face. However, in the muffled grunt of the man's struggle, there was the click of bones cracking.

"I'm not interested in talking nonsense with you here, and I'm too lazy to kill people again. If you don't want to die, get out!" Cang Xuan let go of his hand, and the man in the crane pattern fell from the top of the cliff into the valley and fell into the flesh.

"Brother—"

The yellow-robed woman exclaimed, and her jade hand suddenly reached out and struck towards Cangxuan. A series of airbursts sounded in the air, but it was a pity that Cangxuan's figure had already left the attack range when Huang Rui'er made a move.

Huang Rui'er was shocked and angry, and the strength shown by Cangxuan once again shocked her. He had fought with Cang Xuan in the Black Cricket Auction House before, and he had wins and losses in the Yuan Shen confrontation. Now that she is really fighting again like this, the opponent's combat power is far beyond her estimate.

"The cultivation of the Eightfold Tribulation should be very good at your age. But you seem to be overly arrogant, you must know that this secret realm of kings is undoubtedly a small place compared to the outer stars. Your so-called self-confidence is ridiculous. Cang Xuan clapped his hands, as if to shake off the dust that had been stained by the crane pattern man he had touched earlier.

After the yellow-robed woman heard what Cang Xuan said, her body couldn't help but tremble. As the younger generation of talents from the Hundred Clans came to this secret realm of kings, she was already aware of this. For this reason, she had disguised some of those people to fight, but the more wins and fewer defeats made her self-confidence swell again.

But now that she has met Cangxuan, the original thoughts in her heart have been subverted in this way. Being able to kill her loved ones under her hands and get away with them says a lot.

"Hehe, Brother Dao's combat power is outstanding, Rui'er sighs to herself. However, Rui'er is not the only one in today's battle. The yellow-robed woman smiled lightly.

She is very cautious by nature, and she realized how powerful Cangxuan was in the Black Cricket Auction House, so she had already passed on the ancestor in the sect. As long as she delays Cang Xuan for a while, she doesn't need to defeat the other party at all, and when the ancestor in the sect arrives, all these monks can only wait for death to come, and none of them will survive!

"I, the Thousand Crane Sect, this person is extremely evil, and there is no forgiveness for killing!" Huang Rui'er shouted, and dozens of monks behind him had already pounced towards Cangxuan.

"Bu Long and Tiger Demon Formation!" The middle-aged monk with the vision of the dragon and tiger also roared together, and a banner appeared in his hand, sealing off the entire Burial Yin Valley.

"Kill—"

Naturally, those casual cultivators also want a piece of the pie. In their eyes, Cangxuan was like a moving spiritual vein library. Not to mention some treasures auctioned on the auction house, just throw a lot of money at the other party, will there be fewer spirit stones and treasure soldiers in the Qiankun Ring?

"It's a good choice. It's a pity that your combat power is still too weak. ”

On the ground strewn with weathered bones, Cangxuan's figure disappeared again. With the Nine Secrets of the Supreme Immortal Clan, the speed of those Four Realms and Five Realms cultivators was a joke in his eyes.

"Poof!"

Blood flowers mixed with this bone mass and bloomed on the body of the monk of the Thousand Crane Gate. Cang Xuan pinched the paw prints in his hand, and the revived Ancient Monarch Flame burned in his hand. He passed all the way, and the corpses were ambushed one after another.

"Boom!"

Cang Xuan pressed down with one hand, and the purple-gold flame paw prints crossed the air, breaking all the array flags that blocked this space. Then, the paw prints reversed and grabbed towards Na Yi.

This paw print is an extremely domineering killing style recorded in the Shura King Dao Fruit, called the Asura Soul Claw. Cang Xuan learned a few killing styles when he was contemplating that Dao Fruit, and this was just one of them. It's a pity that he can't mobilize the True Yuan now, otherwise, the power of this Shura clan's secret technique will increase several times.

"Roar!"

That Yi naturally resisted with all his might. He pinched the dragon mark in his right hand, and a large dragon circled out, grabbing towards the flame claw print. At the same time, he clenched the Tiger Walking Fist in his left hand, and immediately after the big dragon, a white tiger was derived, and he also stepped into the air to kill it.

"Boom!"

The space was torn apart like a cloth, and there was a rain of fire everywhere. Yu Yi walked in a tiger step, waved his fist print, and attacked and killed Cangxuan.

"But there are means. It's just that what about the cultivation of the half-step Six Realms? After all, you are not a Tianjiao who can fight beyond the level. Cang Xuan grinned, and the irony was unmistakable.

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