Chapter 175: The Soul Seal of the Ring

At this time, Long Jun's originally jet-black arm had returned to its normal color, but Long Jun's face was as pale as paper.

Her body shook, Xin hurriedly stepped forward to support her, Long Jun leaned on the letter weakly, and smiled at everyone: "I'm sorry, I'm worried about you, this poison is very powerful, it can devour vitality, I used all my vitality to suppress it, heh, if it weren't for Xiaoling, my little vitality, I'm afraid that it will be swallowed up by this poison in three moments." ”

Everyone was shocked, what kind of poison is it? It's so domineering.

At this time, Long Yan walked in, saw Long Jun leaning on Xin's arms, his face was cold, he rushed to Long Jun's side in three steps and two steps, threw the black armor on the ground, pulled Long Jun into his arms domineeringly, and then threw Xin a vicious look.

Shin shook his head with a wry smile, pointed at the black armor and asked, "What is this?" ”

Long Yan ignored the belief and turned his gaze away.

Long Jun looked at Long Yan, "Huh? What is it? ”

Hearing Long Jun's question, Long Yan turned his head to look at Long Jun, his eyes were clear and gentle, and said, "I took it off Shen Haotian's body, I think it was this thing that hurt you." ”

When everyone heard this, they all took three steps back, as if this thing was a living poisonous thing.

Long Jun squatted down and looked at the black armor carefully, and saw that the surface of the armor was very smooth, and there was not even a wrinkle, how could he stab her and spew venom?

Looking at the black armor for a long time, Long Jun suddenly said to the letter, "You try to smash it with the hilt of your sword."

The letter still did so, took out a low-level spiritual weapon, injected vitality into the hilt of the sword, and smashed it into the black armor.

But when the black armor was hit hard, the smooth armor surface quickly shot out rows of black thorns, extremely thin, as sharp as the tip of a needle, and the tip of the black thorn flashed with a faint blue light, which was the embodiment of poison.

Everyone was furious, such a poisonous thing should never exist in the world, they raised their fists one after another, used their spiritual power, and blasted towards the black armor.

But I saw that the surface of this black armor was still smooth and flat, and not even a gravure mark appeared.

Everyone was shocked, what is this thing made of? It's so powerful.

Shen Haotian is wearing this treasure, who can hurt him in the slightest?

Long Jun stopped and said, "That's it, if you can't destroy it, keep it, maybe it will be of other use in the future." As she spoke, she waved her hand and put the black armor into the ring.

Long Yan handed the ring he got from Shen Haotian to Long Jun as if offering a treasure.

"What is this? Whose? Long Jun took the ring and sensed that there was a strong soul seal at the entrance of the ring, and the soul fluctuation was very strong.

"Shen Haotian." Long Yan said lightly, looking at Long Jun, he knew that Long Jun had a great interest in Shen Haotian's Soul Secret Script, and in this ring, maybe there was this secret codex.

Long Jun's face showed joy, closed his eyes, and slammed the soul seal on the Na Ring with his strong soul power.

Long Jun's face became more and more ugly, with her strong soul power, she couldn't break this soul seal, it can be seen that the soul power of the person who cast this seal is definitely above Long Jun.

Long Jun was sure that this person was definitely not Shen Haotian, when she first saw him, she knew that although Shen Haotian's soul power was different from the strength of ordinary people, it was by no means above her.

Who is this man? Could it be that among the Shen clan, there are stronger and stronger people?

"Let's go first, it's not safe here." Long Jun frowned slightly, led everyone out of the wing, and walked out.

The Shen family's martial arts arena is spacious and magnificent, in the middle of the martial arts arena, a man collapsed to the ground, like a puddle of mud, and at this time, beside him, there was a person, an old man, his hair and beard were white, he stood quietly, looking at Shen Haotian who was like a puddle of mud, his brows were tightly locked, and he didn't know what he was thinking. (To be continued)