Lin Kuo had paid attention to his aura before, and the power of the essence contained in the bronze broken hand was like the water that burst the embankment, frantically pouring into Lin Kuo's body, which also made the power of the essence and the power of the counterattack once again reach a situation where the tip of the needle against the wheat mang, and they could not stalemate each other.

After this period of devouring, Lin Kuo found that the severed hand in front of him had finally changed, and there were many shriveled surfaces on the surface, and it was expected that seventy percent of the essence power would remain.

Until now, Lin Kuo still didn't dare to rashly guess the strength of the owner of the severed hand, if it was only a seven-turn or eight-turn master, it would never be possible for his body to contain such a huge amount of essence power.

Lin Kuo once again entered the state of merging his body with the Dao, not knowing the huge momentum he was in, and in just an instant, he attracted the attention of many parties.

In the Dragon City, Xia Zhengyang completely immersed his mind in cultivation, and suddenly, as if he felt something, he suddenly set his eyes in the direction of Xinbei Snow Mountain.

"This momentum can actually make the behemoth of Xinbei Snow Mountain tremble, if it is not a strange thing, it must be a certain martial god predecessor whose cultivation is not only not inferior to me, but may even reach the seventh turn!"

Xia Zhengyang didn't associate that terrifying momentum with Lin Kuo, the power fluctuations that instantly erupted when Lin Kuo was in Dragon City before, although it was not less than six turns, but the Xinbei Snow Mountain was not close to here, and the two power fluctuations before and after were not at the same level at all.

"It's a pity that I was injured a lot in the previous battle with Meng Yunpeng's old thief, otherwise I would definitely take a look in person, if there is a strange thing appearing, it would be better, even if I met the seventh-turn martial god senior, I could ask the other party for advice. ”

Xia Zhengyang knew very well that as a sixth-rank martial emperor, if he wanted to make another breakthrough, it was not enough to refine the sixth-rank emperor-level Dao pattern, but also to comprehend the traces of the Great Dao to a certain extent, if not, the number of sixth-rank martial emperors would not be so rare.

If he can break through to the Seventh Rank Martial God, maybe it is just a simple point of instruction, which will definitely benefit the Sixth Rank Martial Emperor a lot, and even stay in the Sixth-Turn Realm for decades, it is very likely.

But Xia Zhengyang also has concerns, he is currently injured, and it is difficult to exert even sixty percent of his combat power at the peak, if he goes in person, it is rumored that the person who fluctuates in the terrifying power is a ruthless person, then this is simply digging his own grave.

"Someone!" Xia Zhengyang thought for a while, and called his subordinates in a rough voice: "Pass the order, leave the matter of searching for Lin Kuo to someone else, and let the twelve dragon guards immediately rush to the foot of Xinbei Snow Mountain in the southwest of Dragon City, no matter what they find, they will tell me through the transmission pattern as soon as possible." ”

The window on the fifth floor of a restaurant in Longcheng was pushed open, revealing a wrinkled old face, the old woman had a solemn face, and her eyes were staring at the direction of Xinbei Snow Mountain.

"Grandma Sun, what's wrong with you?" Nie Wushuang looked at the old woman's solemn expression and couldn't help but ask.

"There was an extremely terrifying power fluctuation just now, coming from the foot of Xinbei Snow Mountain, it may be that some demon gods hidden in the mountains were born, or it may be a strange treasure from the sky, of course, this terrifying power fluctuation is most likely emitted by a seven-turn martial god. ”

Nie Wushuang still covered his face with purple veil, his eyes looked in the direction of Xinbei Snow Mountain, his beautiful eyes were gently closed, and he felt it carefully, but after a long time, he shook his head.

"Granny Sun, why can't I feel the fluctuation of the terrifying power you are talking about?"

The old woman tried her best to show a smile full of love, but this smile was extremely ugly, she sighed slightly and said: "Miss, the mind of the original owner of your body has not been completely devoured by you, so your talent as the saintess of our Peerless City cannot be fully brought into play, you are only a third-turn martial artist now, and your cultivation realm is weak, so naturally you can't feel that power fluctuation." ”

Nie Wushuang heard the old woman's words, and said with a smile: "Granny Sun doesn't need to worry, now there is not much left of the original owner's mental power of this body, and I also planned to use its mental power as nutrients and devour it all little by little, instead of destroying it in order to completely occupy the body, so that it may delay some cultivation time, but the benefits that can be obtained will be greater!"

"Miss's endurance and foresight, the old woman admires it!" the old woman complimented, and then said with a bit of excitement in her tone: "Miss, why don't you accompany the old woman to the foot of the North Xinbei Snow Mountain, maybe there will be some gains! Besides, even if you meet a martial god or a demon god, for the sake of my Zhongzhou Wushuang City, I will never embarrass you and me." ”

Nie Wushuang hesitated slightly, as a saintess who had been passed down from generation to generation in Wushuang City, she naturally knew what Granny Sun's purpose was, seeing that this Grandma Sun had also taken care of her respectfully for a long time, Nie Wushuang also dispelled the idea of opposition.

"Okay, Grandma Sun, now that it's getting dark, let's leave tomorrow. ”

Three days later, in the main hall of Dragon City, Xia Zhengyang was wearing a golden robe, sitting cross-legged behind the dragon case, concentrating on recovering from his injuries.

As a sixth-turn martial emperor, his own recovery ability is naturally extremely strong, but the battle between the sixth-turn powerhouses is the key to the slow recovery of injuries.

Each of Meng Yunpeng's swords was infused with its own yuan force, so that the wounds of dozens of sword wounds on Xia Zhengyang's body were adhered to Meng Yunpeng's yuan power, and if you want to recover from the injury, you must first clean up these yuan forces that adhere to the wounds, which is also the most troublesome one.

If it weren't for that, with the strength of the Golden Body of the Sixth Rank Martial Emperor and the recovery speed, all the sword wounds would be restored in just an instant.

Xia Zhengyang was about to expel Meng Yunpeng's Yuan Force that was adhered to a wound, but at this moment, he didn't wrinkle and took out a piece of jade that was flashing with fluorescence, which was the Transmission Spirit Stone.

"It's the Twelve Dragon Guards, could it be that there is news from the side of Xinbei Snow Mountain?"

Xia Zhengyang's spirit was shocked, and he didn't care about continuing to remove the Yuan Force left by Meng Yunpeng on the wound, even if these Yuan Forces resurrected and spread the entire wound again, making the hard work of nearly an hour in vain, he didn't care.

"Back to the Dragon King, at the foot of this Xinbei Snow Mountain, there is indeed a person, and the place where the terrifying power fluctuation was reported before is also near here. ”

The half-cut body and voice of a middle-aged strong man in golden armor entered Xia Zhengyang's mind through the transmission pattern, this person was one of the twelve dragon guards of Dragon City, and he was ordered to go to the foot of Xinbei Snow Mountain three days ago to check.

It's just that at this time, when this dragon guard came back from delivering the news, his face was extremely strange, and Xia Zhengyang obviously noticed the unnaturalness in his subordinates' expressions, and asked excitedly: "What's the matter?

Xia Zhengyang's heart has already been raised, and now he can only confirm one thing, these dragon guards are not dead, obviously it is not that the master did not find them, but that the predecessor who is suspected of being a seven-turn martial god is a broad-minded person who disdains to kill innocents.

It is precisely because of this guess that Xia Zhengyang is so excited, as a seven-turn martial god, the traces of the avenue that people have realized are all priceless treasures, if you want to get someone's allocation, you have to take out enough wealth to exchange with it, but if you want to make a deal, the most basic thing to study is the temperament of the other party.

If it is a bright and upright martial god, instead of trading, he can naturally relax, on the contrary, he will lose his wife and his soldiers, and even be killed by the other party, after all, although the sixth-turn martial emperor is strong, in the eyes of the seventh-turn martial god, even the ants are not as good!

"Dragon King, my subordinates don't know how to explain this matter to you, so you better see for yourself. ”

That Long Wei had a strange expression, and soon sent a picture to Xia Zhengyang's mind through the transmission pattern.

Xia Zhengyang felt that his breathing had become a little short, and he couldn't wait to concentrate all his mind to check the picture reflected in his mind.

"This, this, how could it be him?"

Xia Zhengyang was so angry that his blood flowed backwards, almost spurting blood, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he couldn't believe that all the things he saw were true.

It turned out that the picture in Xia Zhengyang's mind was extremely clear, at the foot of the white Xinbei Snow Mountain, a tall figure in a blue shirt was extremely eye-catching, this person closed his eyes slightly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his expression looked extremely enjoyable.

And this person, Xia Zhengyang is also very familiar, and even dares to say that even if he turns into ashes, he can recognize him! That's right, this figure in a blue shirt is Lin Kuo.

Xia Zhengyang overturned the dragon case in front of him, and his face had swelled into a dark purple due to anger.

"Impossible, it can't be him, there was that terrifying power fluctuation three days ago, even the peak of the sixth turn can't do it, could it be that Lin Kuo was lucky to get the point of the seventh-turn martial god?"

Xia Zhengyang's fists clenched and there was a rattling sound, and he gritted his teeth and picked up the communication pattern and roared: "Twelve Dragon Guards, take that Lin Kuo's head back to me, otherwise you won't come back, the antidote to poisonous gentian, you can figure it out by yourself!"

"But Dragon King, when Lin Kuo broke out of the siege in Dragon City before, there were more than 20 fifth-turn martial artists who died at his hands, and now with only 12 of us, how can we fight against him?

Long Er's roar fell into Xia Zhengyang's ears through the transmission pattern, and when he heard this, Xia Zhengyang just smiled coldly and said: "Do your best for Dragon City, that is your duty as slaves of Dragon City, don't talk nonsense, don't think about taking the antidote to poisonous gentian if you don't bring back Lin Kuo's head!"

After Xia Zhengyang finished speaking, he didn't give the twelve dragon guards a chance to speak again, and crushed the communication pattern.

Xia Zhengyang's face was proud, these twelve dragon guards were all martial artists in the late stage of the fifth turn, and they were the dead soldiers who had been cultivated by Enwei and Shi as early as more than 20 years ago, and it believed that in order to issue the antidote to the poisonous gentian once every six months, these people would definitely kill Lin Kuo even if they fought for their lives.

Regarding the poisonous gentian's characteristic that almost makes people unable to survive and die, Xia Zhengyang is full of confidence.