Chapter 270: Refining Treasure House
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The sound of collapse is endless.
Seeing the time pass little by little, the old man's face couldn't help but show a touch of anxiety. He knew in his heart that there might not be much time left for him.
It's just that......
He couldn't help but glance at King Li Xing opposite.
This guy's strength is really outrageous, even if it is himself, it will be difficult to repel for a while.
The point is that this person seems to be determined not to let him enter the treasury of calamity.
"Stupid, stupid, how can there be such a person in the world! The emperor is dead, and he is still guarding the edict. We can't delay any longer, it's better to fight for our lives than to wait for death. β
The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of ferocity suddenly flashed in his eyes.
The next moment.
A furious killing machine burst out from his body, converging into a raging wave in the air in an instant, sweeping away the surroundings.
Meanwhile.
"Roar!"
With a strange hiss.
The old man's eyes were flushed with blood, and his pupils quickly turned into vertical pupils similar to those of some kind of snake demon, flashing with a cold and ruthless light.
Bloodshot scales came out from under the flesh, covering the old man in an instant.
In an instant.
The other party turned into a strange creature that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, like a snake and not a snake, and the monstrous intent soared into the sky.
"King Li Xing, you should die!"
An old voice with madness and chaos in a rage instantly echoed above the ruins of the capital.
The voice fell.
The thick tail flicks gently.
The strange creature incarnated by the old man suddenly turned into a dark red blood light, and it was so arrogant that it hit the void to the extreme, and in an instant, it came to King Li Xing, and before the other party could react, he grabbed it directly to his chest.
A ruthless look that wants to open his intestines.
A violent and violent aura came to his face.
King Li Xing stood in place, motionless, as if he was shocked by the sky-high intent.
"The legendary royal secret method comes from the power of that dragon demon! Isn't this secret method completely forbidden by His Majesty because it needs to devour the blood of the royal family every time he practices? How did heβ"
King Li Xing's heart was cold.
Suddenly, he seemed to understand why the people of the royal family would die so easily.
Come back to your senses.
The giant hand covered in scales was so close that King Li Xing found that he had no time to dodge.
In a hurry.
He had to cross his arms in front of him and muster all his strength to block the blow.
Of course, King Li Xing actually didn't have much confidence in this.
As a shadow of His Majesty, he naturally knew the terrifying aspects of this secret method.
Once urged, the caster will induce the Dark Consciousness to descend at the cost of his own lifespan, and the whole person will be transformed into a real dragon demon.
Tireless, fearless, infinite strength, inviolable.
It is impossible for more than five kings to join forces, and their strength is extremely terrifying.
"Maybe I'm going to die here today, right? It's a pity that I don't have a chance to avenge Your Majesty. β
King Li Xing thought unwillingly.
And yet the next moment.
In his sight.
The dragon demon incarnated by the old man seemed to have discovered something, and his movements froze suddenly, and at the same time, there was a trace of deep fear in the other party's blood-red eyes.
See here.
Li Xingwang's pupils shrank.
How can it be? This legendary demon who doesn't know fear can be scared too!
He suddenly realized something, and slowly turned around stiffly, looking behind him.
A smiling young figure as if strolling came into view.
Towering! Vast!
The moment he saw that figure, King Li Xing's consciousness was in a trance, and he only felt that there was an ancient divine mountain that was pouring straight towards him.
He was overwhelmed.
"King Li Xing, have you seen it, that is the existence that killed Your Majesty, aren't you loyal, the time has come to avenge Your Majesty."
A hoarse voice rang in my ears.
Hearing this, King Li Xing couldn't help but feel the majestic resentment that was wrapped around that person, and immediately knew that what the old man said was true.
His expression instantly returned to coldness, and he said lightly without looking back:
"You don't need to provoke the general!"
After all that's said.
King Li Xing didn't care about the old man of the royal family behind him, but just resolutely greeted Zhang Jing step by step.
In the face of this terrifying being, he knew that he would not have half a chance of winning.
But so what?
"Revenge!"
King Li Xing roared violently, and the speed became faster and faster.
The lonely figure exuded a tragic and tragic momentum, pulling out a long shadow under the remnant sun.
And behind him.
"It's stupid, but it's just right to have this substitute for the dead."
A fine light flashed in the vertical pupils of the old man of the royal family, and then without any hesitation, he ran directly in the opposite direction.
At this moment, he no longer had the idea of entering the treasure house, and only wanted to leave the capital, a place of right and wrong.
"I was able to escape from this person twice in a row, maybe my life should not be in the hands of the other party. Stay alive! As long as you live, there is hope of breaking through the king level, and there may be the possibility of revenge at that time! β
The old man's eyes were full of longing.
In the process of escaping.
He couldn't help but glance back at Zhang Jing again, and the figure of Qu Junhou involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he suddenly said with hatred in his heart:
"Could it be that we were wrong before, the real Son of Destiny is not that Zhu Ming, but ...... Person! If I had known this, I should have defected to him. It's just a pity that everything is late. β
The other side.
"It's an iron-clad man, but he didn't expect that there would be such a character among the demon path cultivators. In this way, maybe this world is not as bad as I thought. β
His gaze swept over the resolute face of the black-robed man.
Zhang Jing's eyes couldn't help flashing a flash of approval.
His divine sense covered the entire capital, and he naturally heard the conversation between this person and the old man clearly.
But since he wants to die, then it will be as the other party wishes.
It's hard to say anything else, at least in this respect, I have always been generous.
Come to mind.
A Blood Moon Scimitar quietly appeared in Zhang Jing's hand, and it was filled with a terrifying aura that belonged to a medium-grade immortal treasure.
Just by holding it lightly in his hand, the magic knife spontaneously kept swallowing the edge of Sen Ran, cutting the void into tiny cracks one after another.
He stepped out, and the whole person disappeared instantly.
The next moment.
An illusory and misty ripple suddenly rose in front of King Li Xing.
"What is this?"
King Li Xing stopped his body suddenly, and his heart trembled subconsciously.
But in a moment.
He saw Shi Shiran, the young man in yellow before, walking out of the ripples.
The other party glanced at himself lightly, and then saw a scarlet knife light suddenly light up, overwhelming the sky and occupying all the field of vision in an instant.
This knife condensed the killing machine in the sky and froze the soul.
King Li Xing desperately tried to resist, but under this sword light, he was horrified to find that his body was frozen in place, unable to move at all.
It seems that there is no other choice but to wait quietly for death.
On the verge of death.
Time seems to be slowing down, too.
"Is this the existence of killing all kings in one fell swoop, the strength is really terrifying! However, he just looked at me with praise in his eyes? β
The moment before losing consciousness.
King Li Xing's heart unexpectedly gave birth to a sense of honor.
Bang!
The body, split in half, fell heavily on the debris of the rubble.
Zhang Jing did not stop.
He glanced at the old man who was about to leave his sight, and immediately took a step, and the figure disappeared again.
Only a chuckle remained, slowly echoing
"Heh, I can't let you run away this time."
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Time passed slowly.
The capital fell into a deathly silence.
Hanshui Hou tiptoed back to the Demon Suppression Division of King Li Xing's mutilated body, and then slowly put it into a thin coffin that he had just spliced together.
"I can't find a suitable coffin for a while, and I hope that the adults will not dislike it, and go all the way."
He spoke softly, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Many kings have fallen, and the capital has become a ruin, where should I go?
While I was thinking about it.
A light footstep suddenly sounded in my ears.
Han Shuihou's heart trembled, and he immediately knelt on the ground without the slightest hesitation, not even daring to raise his head.
He knew in his heart that there should be no one else who could come to the Demon Suppression Division at this time, except for that existence.
As for the royal family.
Facing the pursuit of the existence that could kill the Shadow Lord with one sword, Hanshui Hou really couldn't figure out where the other party's vitality was.
I guess the corpse is already cold at this moment.
Not much.
The footsteps disappeared.
"Whewββ, survived!"
Hanshuihou breathed a sigh of relief, and a hanging heart gradually relaxed.
He raised his head slightly, and a yellow back figure carrying a corpse appeared in front of him. Han Shuihou's body shook suddenly, and in an instant, he fell to the ground again, not daring to move.
Cold sweat soaked through the robe in an instant.
Inside the temple.
"This is the Treasury of Calamity? It's exactly the same as the split I saw in Mengyang County before. Zhang Jing looked at the quaint stone door in front of him full of mysterious patterns, and a smile slowly appeared in the corner of his eyes.
Spin around.
In the end, he still stood in front of this top-level innate artifact.
Divine consciousness crept in.
"Huh? Ownerless? β
Zhang Jing was shocked, but it was only an instant, and he reacted quickly.
That's right, too!
The God of Fortune, as well as the other king-level people in the Great Yin, are dead, and if this thing still has a master, then it will really be hell.
His gaze gently swept over the corpse of the old man of the royal family that he was carrying.
Zhang Jing couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
Then, there was a 'bang' and the body was thrown aside.
And Zhang Jing slowly walked to the treasure house of calamity, sat down cross-legged, and his majestic divine sense came out of his body in an instant, directly enveloping the stone door firmly.
Time passed quietly.
As his divine consciousness progressed into the core of the treasure house of calamity with great difficulty, Zhang Jing couldn't help but have a trace of exhaustion on his face.
A certain moment.
Airplanes! Airplanes!
The Treasury of Doom trembled slightly, and then the whole body bloomed with a deep glow as black as ink.
Meanwhile.
The demons of various states and counties in Dayin.
The stone doors of the treasure house of doom shattered and turned into powder.
"Something happened in the capital!"
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, and their eyes showed a deep horror.
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Inside the Secret Hall of the Demon Suppression Division.
"It's done! Well, there are so many demon cores! Zhang Jing held up a three-inch-high stone door in his hand, and his divine sense couldn't help but tremble.
I don't blame him for such gaffes.
In fact, the number and quality of the various demon cores contained in this treasure house of calamity are far higher than originally expected.
As for all kinds of strange things, there are quite a few of them.
Slowed down for a while.
Zhang Jingfang gradually calmed down.
"Sure enough, the greater the risk, the greater the gain! It can be called a massive demon heart core, and the general experience contained in it is enough for the ontology to complete all the accumulation of the Jindan Realm and step into the Law Phase Realm! After going back, as soon as possible, the most suitable innate artifact for deriving the natal realm remains. β
"As for these strange objects, I don't know how many innate artifacts we can gather...... I'll wait until I get back. β
Zhang Jing smiled slightly, and immediately seemed to think of something, and immediately stretched his hand into the treasure house of doom and groped for a while.
Less than a moment.
He withdrew his hand again, and an origin crystal that emitted bursts of arcane fluctuations appeared in the palm of his hand.
"It's time to go back."
Zhang Jing firmly grasped the origin crystal in his hand, then turned around and walked out directly.