The green-robed man ignored the three black-robed old men, and calmly walked up to the huge head of the five-clawed dragon, raised one hand, and grabbed it with five fingers.
"Spray"!
A certain part of the head exploded, and a fist-sized black crystal nucleus flew out from it. There were mysterious black lines on the surface, which was the demon pill of the five-clawed ink dragon.
After looking at it blankly, the young man put it away, and then his five fingers merged into a hand knife, which was slightly blurred.
"Crack" several times, and the four giant claws of Jiaolong were cut off.
After the young man put away the giant claws, his gaze fell on the neck of the giant dragon again.
There was a light silver scale that was nearly ten feet tall, completely different from the surrounding black scales. There were also a few light silver bone spurs around it, emitting astonishing fluctuations in spiritual power.
On the scales and bone spurs, there are faint patterns similar to those on the demon pill.
The young man carefully removed the silver scales and bone spurs, and took away several monster materials from Jiaolong's body. Then he stood up and turned to look at the three black-robed old men nearby.
Although there was no malice in the man's eyes, the old man and the three still thumped in their hearts, sweating like rain, and were at a loss.
The green-robed man ignored the three of them, quickly withdrew his gaze, and turned into a blue rainbow, flying towards the distance.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when the man completely disappeared into the distance.
"This... this dragon is the five-clawed black dragon we just mentioned?" The middle-aged Taoist said, looking at the black dragon's remnant body.
"It should be, and judging from the situation, it is very likely that this flood dragon has advanced to the Mahayana!" The black-robed old man had just calmed down a little at the moment, and nodded.
The young woman in green shirt and the middle-aged Taoist priest gasped when they heard the words.
"That senior was able to kill the dragon with his bare hands, and judging by his appearance, he didn't seem to have lost much strength. Could it be that he is also a great monk at the Mahayana stage? Senior Sima from the Lengyan Sect and Senior Heshan from Jingyuan Temple image me I've seen them all, and it seems that I'm not one of them." The young woman in the green shirt still had some lingering fears, and said with doubts on her face.
"Could it be that the appearance has been transformed?" The middle-aged Taoist thought of a possibility.
"Probably not. Judging from Mo Long's wound, the senior just now should be a pure strength cultivator, and it's probably not those two seniors." The black-robed old man shook his head.
"It's not the two of them, there are other Mahayanas in this spirit world?" The young woman in green was a little surprised.
"There's one more... Have you forgotten that senior Han Li who destroyed the Heavenly Ghost Sect overnight a few years ago, he is a power cultivator!" The black-robed old man unconsciously lowered his voice when he said this. Divide the voice.
"The legendary Senior Han... yes, he looks very young in the rumors, could it be him!" The eyes of the young woman in green shirt couldn't help but light up slightly.
"It is rumored that this senior Han is a banished immortal from the fairy world. He is a real immortal!" The middle-aged Taoist also said a little excitedly.
The three of them were talking, and their gazes quickly fell on the five-clawed ink dragon's corpse, and their eyes were filled with burning light.
Although Han Li didn't like the remnant of the flood dragon, he didn't want to discard it, but for the three cultivators at the transformation stage, even a small piece of flesh and blood of the flood dragon would be enough to cause quite a commotion if taken back.
You know, this is the flesh and blood of a monster in the Mahayana period!
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Since the founding of the Tianjingmen Sect, it has a history of 200,000 to 300,000 years. Although its background is not as good as that of the Lengyan Sect and Jingyuan Temple, there are several monks at the fusion stage in the sect, and their strength must not be underestimated.
It's just that this sect has always acted in a low-key manner, and is not very well-known in the world of spirits.
At this time, inside the Tianjing Gate, there is a huge martial arts arena.
Dazzling golden light flashed, and there was a loud noise like thunder!
An old man in a silver robe flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and hit the barriers opened around the martial arts arena.
A pale golden alms bowl flew back in a twirl, with a dim aura on its surface, as if it had been seriously injured.
Opposite the old man, a green-robed monk stood in the void, his face was covered with a layer of blue light, his face could not be seen clearly, and he slowly retracted his outstretched right hand.
Outside the martial arts arena, there were still three body-fitting cultivators around. Seeing this scene, they were all horrified. They hurriedly lifted the restrictions around the martial arts arena, and the flying shot landed in front of the silver-robed old man, staring warily at the green-robed monk in the distance. .
"Elder, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, this fellow Taoist has shown mercy." The silver-robed old man took out a yellow elixir and swallowed it, his complexion gradually became better.
As soon as this statement came out, the three people around were startled.
"Fellow daoist is so powerful, I'm ashamed that this old man can't even take your next move." The silver-robed old man cupped his hands at the green-robed monk in the air, and said with a wry smile.
"Since your Excellency has conceded defeat, according to the agreement, let's hand over the Eight Treasure Linglong Jade." The green-robed monk said flatly, sounding young.
The silver-robed old man had no choice but to say something to a big man in the fusion period beside him.
Although the big man was full of reluctance, he stomped his feet and flew out.
After a while, he flew back, holding a white jade box several feet long and half a foot wide, and handed it to the silver-robed old man.
The old man caressed the jade box with his hand, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, he still waved his hand, wrapped the jade box with a golden light and handed it to the green-robed monk.
The green-robed monk reached out to catch the jade box, and with a flash of blue light on his fingers, he tapped on the jade box.
There was a slight "crack" sound, and the white jade box slowly opened by itself, and there were several pieces of white jade stones of different sizes inside. Although it seemed ordinary, there were faintly eight-color auras flowing non-stop on the surface, which was quite strange.
The green-robed monk nodded, closed the lid of the box, and put it away with his hands.
"A few Linglong chalcedony mines in our sect have accumulated these top-quality eight-treasure Linglong jade after thousands of years. I hope fellow Taoists can make good use of them." The silver-robed old man said with a sigh.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will naturally not let these Linglong jade be buried." The green-robed monk chuckled, and then flicked his fingers.
A white light flew out and landed in front of the silver-robed old man, but it turned out to be a storage bracelet.
"I won't take the things of the noble sect for nothing. The things inside should be enough to compensate for these eight treasures and exquisite jade." The green-robed monk said lightly, and then his figure turned into a blue rainbow and disappeared into the sky in a flash. .
The old man in silver robe penetrated into the storage bracelet with his consciousness, and his expression was startled.
There are a large amount of spiritual stones in it, as well as a batch of ten-thousand-year spiritual grass and some extremely precious monster materials.
In terms of value, it is indeed not inferior to those eight-treasure Linglong jade, and even a little bit more.
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In just a few months, some bizarre things happened one after another in various parts of the spirit world.
The rare materials of several sects, or the secret techniques and books of the sects were taken away by a mysterious person one after another.
This person did not know where he came from, and his cultivation base was extremely high, but he acted reasonably. The sects whose treasures were taken away were all compensated a lot of money, so it did not arouse the public outrage of the sects in the spirit world. Disciples of the Zongmen love to talk about casual cultivators who let many things have nothing to do with them.
This person appeared abruptly. After being active for several months, he suddenly disappeared and never appeared again.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
In the southeast region of the Linghuan Realm, there is a huge crimson mountain range called the Huoyun Mountain Range, which stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles.
The most numerous volcanoes in the mountains are huge volcanoes that spew out extremely hot magma all the year round, and the air is filled with a pungent sulfur smell, which is extremely hot.
Almost all the mountains are black and red in color, like burning red stones, and even the clouds in the sky show a red color all the year round, hence the name of the Huoyun Mountain Range.
This is the largest land of fire spirits in the world of spirits, and one of the famous fierce places in this world. Even for advanced monks, few people dare to go deep into it.
In the depths of the Huoyun Mountains is an extremely huge abyss, and at the deepest point is a large river of magma, rolling through it and making loud rumbling noises.
The surface of the magma shone red, as if there were countless burning flames.
The high temperature here made the surrounding air blurred, distorting faint ripples.
On a cliff wall less than a hundred feet away from the magma river, a huge cave was dug out, inside which shone with various colors of light, and made various sharp whistling sounds from time to time.
On this day, a long roar like a dragon's chant came from the cave, and then a huge white beam of light rose from the cave, heading straight into the sky.
Two flood dragons and a huge bone armor phantom could be vaguely seen in the beam of light, which slowly dissipated after a long time.
In the cave, a green-robed man sat cross-legged here.
It was Han Li, and his face was full of joy at the moment.
In front of him were two treasures that shone with spiritual light, a bone-white armor with a simple shape, and eight patterns engraved on it, which seemed to be some things like shields, treasure umbrellas, and guns.
There is also a pair of silver hideous fists, with silver-white bone spurs on the gloves, which look like the heads of two dragons.
Both magic weapons emitted terrifying spiritual fluctuations.
Han Li glanced slowly over the two magic weapons, and a trace of satisfaction flashed across his face.
This bone-white armor is called Babao Linglong Bone Armor, and the gloves are called Potian Boxing Armor.
He found the refining methods of the two magic weapons from the classics of the Heavenly Ghost Sect. They are not ordinary magic weapons. Unleash great power.
Since Sima Jingming said that using this method of smuggling and ascension is very dangerous, just to be on the safe side, he spent all his time collecting countless rare treasures and refining these two magic weapons.
Han Li opened his mouth and let out a mouthful of blue light, put away the bone armor and boxer armor, and took out a blue jade book with a detailed map of the spirit world on it.
On the jade book map, several places were specially marked.
These are the positions of several weak space nodes that he found from the classics of various sects, but he has not verified it himself.
After Han Li pondered for a while, his eyes fell on a marked point in the southeast area of the jade book map, and his eyes flickered a few times.
A moment later, a cyan rainbow shot out from the canyon and flew away into the distance.