"Put it down!"

It was in that Linghua chalcedony that was about to be included in the sleeve of the sect guard. A cold snort, but then followed.

The purple-faced Taoist finally carried the starry sky. A golden shield, all shattered. On his arms, there are also injuries everywhere.

But he still refused to stop for half a moment, and a sword shadow stabbed in, and the silver-white sword shadow was sprinkled one after another, and it swept towards Zong Shou like a falling leaf.

But he couldn't walk four steps, but he touched the changing spirit pattern prohibition again, and ten stars struck down.

The corners of Zong Shou's lips were slightly mocking, and the Broken Autumn Sword in his hand was also sharpened with a sword. The sword thousand broke into the sword light in an instant.

"Hammer!"

With a soft roar, the two powerful martial arts thoughts collided violently. Then there was a 'boom', and Zong Shou took half a step back.

The purple-faced Taoist man, but his face was pale, and the sword shadow woven in front of him suddenly scattered. And the silver-white sword light also entered later, like a swallow bird throwing into the forest, penetrating into the dense sword shadow, still shuttling with ease. Following those gaps, tracing back to the source, it was already pointing directly at his throat and eyebrows in an instant.

Spanning ten steps of space, it is unstoppable, and a flick of a finger in ten million is already in front of you.

With a muffled snort, the purple-faced Taoist was at the neck, and a trace of blood rushed out. In the end, the unwilling figure retreated violently, avoiding the sharp sword light. At this moment, he also continuously touched more than a dozen prohibitions behind him.

I could only watch that this group of Linghua chalcedony was included in his Qiankun bag by Zong Shou.

At this time, more than 100 starlights were blasted down one after another. The purple-faced Daoist gritted his teeth violently and knocked out a few second-grade talismans to protect his body. Then he was staggered, resisting the starlight bombardment, and said coldly: "Brother Fang Mingdao, please help me, if the Linghua chalcedony can be retrieved, I will be half of the two of us!"

That Fang Ming was stunned and hesitated slightly, as if he was weighing the power. Finally, he smiled at Zong Shou, his eyes shining slightly.

"Your Highness Zong Shou! The reason why you were able to obtain this Linghua chalcedony is also because Brother Yinyue Dao tried his best to resist and contain this forbidden starlight. Since it was obtained by the two of them, how about they divide it equally?"

The purple-faced Mourning Moon Daoist was suddenly slightly happy, and Zong Shou looked at it when he heard the words, only to see that this Fang Ming, although he was smiling, his tone seemed to be sincere. But there was an inexplicable chill in that expression.

I think it's even more funny, what does the forbidden starlight that fell on it have to do with him? Touching the prohibition of the Spirit Array, it was because Yan Yue was too anxious, lost his normal heart, and suffered by himself.

Before, he shot his sword at himself, and he didn't spare his hand, which touched his bottom line.

And listening to this Fang Ming's tone, it seemed that he was able to obtain this Linghua chalcedony, all thanks to this Ming Ming.

Sure enough, it is worthy of Fang Ming, who is anxious for justice and righteousness, Mr. Fang Da——

A chuckle resounded through the void. Just when the two of them felt inexplicable, Zong Shou's hands. Suddenly, several clouds of silver light flashed and struck directly in the direction of the dead moon.

Dozens of paces away, but in a matter of moments. It wasn't until a few steps in front of Yan Yue that the two of them could see clearly what was in front of them.

"Throwing knives?"

A full five, inch-long blade, rushed straight in. Fang Ming also instantly remembered a rumor about this sect guard. Yan Yue only felt that her scalp was fried, and her whole body was terrified. Instinctively retreated backwards.

The sword shadow flashed, and one after another spirit runes struck. Resisting the sky above, the star power beams that hit one after another will change the direction of the one in front of him. Compared with the sword of the sword cultivation, it is even more sharp and fast, and it is also heavier and more ferocious, and it is smashed one by one.

Just when the last flying knife was about to be cut by him.

Zong Shou's sword, but at this moment, suddenly broke through the air. ..., Instant Dragon Sword!

When the sword came out, the entire void seemed to freeze, leaving only the brilliant blade light, shining and impacting.

In the dead moon, his mind was tense to the extreme, and he was ready to do his best to resist this sword.

The sword light suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, and then in a moment, it was already between his throats.

Before the blade body entered the body, the sharp sword power had already shattered all of his neck and spine. The skull and body separated, and then fell into the void.

Then there was the sky full of star power beams, which crashed down. The corpse of this dead moon was completely blasted into powder!

Zong Shou's Broken Autumn Sword was also returned to the sheath later. As if nothing had happened, he brushed the sleeves of his robe.

"Brother Fang Dao, the people are gone, this Linghua chalcedony, do you still have to divide it?"

At this time, Fang Ming had just arrived about ten steps behind that Mourning Moon. It was with his own eyes that the Lingwu Zun in front of him, who had suppressed his qi to the seventh order, fell in front of him.

First gasped, Fang Ming then looked at Zong Shou's eyes, in addition to being complicated, he was also a little more afraid.

"It looks like there's really no need to divide it!"

There was a slight remorse in his eyes, but he had forgotten a little that he could only use the strength of the seventh order in this way. Zong Shou, who has psychic sword intent, is only afraid that it is even more terrifying than when there are two silver-armored paper figures in the outer hall. Here, it's like a fish in water.

Fang Cai's sword, if it was him, might take it?

Zong Shou grinned and put the Qiankun bag of the dead moon into his hand.

The net worth of the ninth-order Lingwu Venerable is extraordinary. There are more than twenty ninth-order beast crystals. However, it may be that before, the consumption was too much. There were very few spirit runes and the like, and only two spirit weapons were damaged. Moreover, there are some elixirs unique to Daoming Sect. Naturally, there was no surprise, like those two puppet séances.

It was worth exchanging those third-order Yunyan flying knives that were already about to be able to keep up with him.

In a year and a half, Zong Shou has raised a total of nine such flying knives, and now his inventory is empty. If you want to perform these six gods again, you have to re-cultivate. The newly refined sixth-order Yunyan Flying Knife has just been usable.

Fang Ming in the back, but his face turned blue and pale. Seeing that Zong Shou was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly spoke: "I see that His Highness is acting too fiercely and domineering! This Dead Moon is an elder of the Dao Famous Sect, and His Highness actually said that he would kill him." The same is true of the previous Primordial Demon Sect. It seems that the sword boy is desperate, but he is alone, and he is not afraid. But when I look at His Highness, there is still the Qiantian Mountain dragging, so I don't worry about these two major sects and retaliating afterwards?"

Zong Shou shook his head slightly, too lazy to pay attention to it, and stepped into the end of this spirit array.

Do you want to tell this Fang Ming that it is this person who is from the Dao Famous Sect, and he kills without scruples?

This person was unlucky, it was when he bumped into him and came to this realm, and his murderous intent was at its peak.

Don't say that he just provoked him, even if he didn't provoke himself, he had to take the initiative to step forward and kick him.

At this time, Fang Ming's perception is not much better. If it weren't for the forced self-pressing, he would have already drawn out his sword and asked this Fang Ming what life and death are like today!

It was as if stepping into a thin film, when the Zong Shou stepped over this paper-thin spatial barrier and stood still. In front of me, there was a vast void.

But within this void are countless temples. It is thousands, densely packed, and scattered inside.

According to Ye Feishuang, the dragon clan has placed some treasures that can be given to future generations here over the years and set corresponding exam questions.

If you pass, you can get it. If not, then there will only be a consolation prize.

However, after each of the things in these halls, it will be difficult to get a point. It's harder and harder every time. ...,—— this place of inheritance, in fact, theoretically. You can take it without restrictions, but until now, even the most talented dragons have never been able to take out the eighth spiritual object.

When Zong Shouzheng looked into the distance, Fang Ming behind him also stepped through the thin curtain and came to this space.

Slanted his eyes and glanced at Zong Shou, as if he felt that this young man was too dangerous. Without hesitation, go in the other direction.

Although it was a ninth-order, after suppressing the cultivation at this time, beside Zong Shou, he always felt that it was dangerous, as if he could lose his life at any moment.

This person's gaze always felt that there was something strange. It's as if he's the meat of the sword, and it's like I'm looking at where to cut it from.

Zong Shou ignored him, looked at it for a while, compared it with the inheritance memory that Ye Feishuang gave him, and finally shook his head secretly.

Fourteen thousand years, there are too many changes here to be right. It seems that those few things still need to be found by themselves.

The inheritance assessment of this dragon clan is quite humane. From the temple gate, you can see what kind of things are inside.

As for whether you recognize it or not, that's another story. You can choose any temple and enter the challenge. If you don't use it, you won't get it by mistake.

Zong Shou stepped on the void and walked with his hands in his hands. Looking all the way, the surprise in my eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

The wealth of this dragon clan is indeed not blown.

Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Fourth Order, none of the spiritual objects here are lower than the Xuan Rank. The pills are also at the law level.

Even if the grade is a little lower, it naturally has its own subtlety and is extremely practical.

Zong Shou browsed like a horse, and with the addition of Linghua chalcedony, there were already five things he obtained.

But now I care about two things the most. One is the Divine Realm Dragon Pill, and the other is the Dragon Spirit Blood Pill.

Although there is a Yuan Yunquan in his hand, Zong Shou always feels that this thing is the best to get it by the way.

Listening to Ye Feishuang's tone, this elixir seemed to be extremely extraordinary. Since it can also enter the Yuanyun Essence Spring, which can repair injuries, then maybe, it can also be of some benefit to Ao Kun.

While thinking, Zong Shou strolled in front of a jade and white hall. Almost mechanical, looking into the temple,

And in the next moment, Zong Shou's eyes suddenly opened. I saw that in the center of the hall, a crystal nucleus was impressively placed.

And at the moment when he saw it, the little gold on his arm became restless and rushed towards that side.

Zong Shou's hand was quick and he slammed Xiao Jin in mid-air. And then he smiled.

"Luck, it's actually the fairyland's top-grade Vientiane crystal nucleus-"