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But seeing several black shadows in the surrounding clouds, they flashed and disappeared, and it seemed that they knew that the two masters were here, and they couldn't do anything, so they chose to retreat.

At this moment, the heavy mountain turtle and the mirage beast separated at some point.

The two desolate beasts each roared angrily and walked away unwillingly.

The two desolate beasts were at least seventh-order desolate beasts, and they had already been psychic.

They also knew that there was a Martial Spirit Venerable here, and it was impossible for them to get a piece of the pie, so they had to retreat.

In particular, the heavy mountain turtle turned back several times and wanted to stay, but finally chose to leave.

Aoki Lingzun stepped forward and pointed to the cyan boulder below and said, "Everything that should be left is gone." Brother Storm Yan, I wonder if you can give me this Yunlong Stone?"

The Violent Flame Martial Saint said coldly: "This Yunlong Stone is from my Xichuan, of course it belongs to my Xichuan. If you want, you should go back to Dongchuan to find it. ”

Aoki Lingzun smiled slightly, "Brother Storm Yan's words are wrong. The east and west rivers are both part of the dry land in a corner of the Yuan Wilderness, how can they say to each other?

What's more, in the past thousand years, Yunlong Stone has appeared more than 100 times, but which time is not a bamboo basket to draw water?

How rare is True Dragon's Breath?

If it's so easy to obtain, wouldn't it be a miracle of a true dragon, everywhere, and dragons have become the last thing in the market in the Nine Styles?"

The corners of the Violent Flame Martial Saint's mouth twitched: "Since Your Excellency thinks that there may not be a true dragon's breath in this Yunlong Stone, then why bother to take it again?"

Let's go back to your Dongchuan. ”

Aoki Lingzun's face changed: "Are you sincere that you can't get along with me?"

"If you think so, that's fine. "Violent Flame Martial Saint Dao.

Aoki Lingzun's face was cold and she was about to speak, but suddenly the girl beside her, the jade hand pointed down and exclaimed, "Master, look?"

I followed her finger and saw that the cyan boulder at the top of the high mountain, at some point, was already hanging in the air, and the ghost was unconsciously heading north.

As soon as the girl's voice came out, Yun Longshi paused, only to hear an old voice come and say: "You two are 'pushing around', it is better to find a place to catch up on the past." Give me the dragon stone. ”

"Who is hiding his head and shrinking his tail?" Aoki Lingzun snorted coldly, and the aura of the spiritual path surged. But seeing him pointing at his sword, a green vine shot out of his sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, he tied up the Yunlong Stone several times.

The ubiquitous aura of the spiritual way, with a faint aura of grass and trees, filled the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, Aoki Lingzun seemed to be the master of this side of heaven and earth.

"Your Majesty, if you don't show your face, you want to take the Yunlong Stone away, you can't help but look down on us too much. The Violent Flame Martial Saint casually slapped a flame palm shadow, and it seemed to come to the Yunlong Stone in a hurry.

With the shadow of the flame palm, the void grasped it, and actually wrapped the Yunlong Stone and the green vines bound outside.

The flames burned.

The Violent Flame Martial Saint slapped his hand, and the martial arts aura had not yet appeared, but there was a scorching flame aura that filled the heavens and the earth.

The grass and tree breath of Aoki Lingzun is squeezed into only half of the world.

Aoki Lingzun looked at the palm phantom on the Yunlong Stone below, the light flashed in his eyes, and said, "Brother Storm Yan, martial arts are like spirits, which is admirable!"

The Violent Flame Martial Saint said in a deep voice: "Your Lingtong Heaven and Earth is not bad. ”

Aoki Lingzun just wanted to be modest, but he only heard an old voice and said disdainfully: "Since you don't want to let go, then let me open the Yunlong Stone and let everyone see it." ”

As soon as the words fell, suddenly there was a twist around the Yunlong Stone, revealing a palm that had always been huge, and the Yunlong Stone was located in the palm of this palm.

Wuchen's complexion changed, others may not know this palm, but he remembered it clearly.

How can you forget that this palm has saved you twice?

But when he saw that big hand, he shook it hard.

What Violent Flame Martial Saint's palm-shaped phantom, what Aoki Lingzun's green vine, all turned into nothingness under that big hand.

"Wait!"

The Violent Flame Martial Saint and Aoki Lingzun spoke in unison, but they were still one step too late after all.

Bang!

The cyan boulder shattered, and several streaks of blue light rose into the sky.

Storm Flame Martial Saint, Aoki Lingzun, the two of them waved out a palm shadow like the sky, and after a while, the two of them grabbed all the blue light in their palms.

Unfortunately, the cyan beams dimmed little by little, and finally disappeared, leaving nothing left.

"It's indeed a bamboo basket that fetches water!" the old voice came from behind the palm of his hand.

Storm Flame Martial Saint, Aoki Lingzun looked at the giant palm at the same time, and said in unison: "Show up." ”

At the moment when that big hand crushed the boulder.

The black dust under the high mountain, suddenly there was a sharp pain in the center of the eyebrows, as if something had penetrated in.

Wuchen was just about to speak, when suddenly the familiar old voice said in his ear:

"The dragon's breath has been struck into your eyebrows by me,

Be sure to visit Kukaisan!

Let's go!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, Wuchen felt a tremor in his eyebrows, and hurriedly pulled a cold face.

Leng Youyan turned his head and looked at Wuchen inquiringly.

At this moment, the distance between the two faces was less than a few inches, and it was the first time that Wuchen was so close to look at Leng Youyan.

But when I saw the cold face, the black hair was like paint, and the beautiful eyes were like mercury, black and white.

Although it is covered with a veil, it is beautiful from the contour of the face.

Wuchen paused for a moment and whispered, "Did you hear anyone talk?"

Leng Youyan shook his head silently.

Wuchen knew that now was not the time to speak, so he hurriedly patted Xiaobai's head.

Xiao Bai knew what he meant, turned around silently, and ran into the distance.

Violent Flame Martial Saint, Aoki Lingzun caught a glimpse of Xiao Bai out of the corner of his eyes, but he didn't care.

Only the girl next to the Aoki Lingzun looked at Xiaobai's back and looked at it a few more times.

Xiaobai took a breath and ran away hundreds of miles.

Wuchen clenched his chest tightly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked back from time to time to see if someone had caught up.

In the end, Wuchen was relieved that there was no one after all.

Leng Youyan looked at Wuchen's face differently, and couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with you?"

Wuchen smiled and said, "It's okay." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he screamed, and planted it on the top of Xiaobai's head and downward.

Xiaobai was taken aback and roared, wanting to catch Wuchen.

But at this time, Xiaobai's figure is not large, and there is grass below.

The dust had fallen to the ground, screaming and rolling.

While the dust was rolling in pain, cyan light continued to burst out of his body, as if he wanted to escape.

But then a stream of golden light rushed out, pulling back those cyan rays one by one.

Xiaobai let out a rapid roar and circled around the black dust, but he didn't know what was happening.

Leng Youyan looked at Wuchen, and the light in his eyes flickered.

Then she seemed to have made up her mind and stepped forward.

I saw her jade hand flicker, and a white light shrouded Wuchen's head.

Strange to say, since this white light appeared, the extent of Wuchen's struggle was much smaller, and it stopped after a while, as if he was asleep, and his breath was very stable.

There was a hint of joy in the cold and beautiful eyes, and he stood up.

Before she could stand still, a mouthful of blood spat out, staining the veil red.

(To be continued.) )