"Not good!" Seeing this situation, Xiao Lang shouted subconsciously.
Wandong hurriedly waved his hand to signal him to calm down. But despite Wan Dong's calm appearance, he was actually more nervous than Xiao Lang. This was the only Phantom Demon Pill in his hand. If it was wasted by the white fire dragon, he would really have no place to cry. But what's the use of being nervous? The Phantom Demon Pill has been swallowed by the white fire dragon. Can it be spit out again
And even if I could spit it out, it's too late now. As soon as the phantom demon pill entered the mouth of the white fire dragon, it immediately exploded and shattered in the sky-high firelight, turning into dots of stars of different colors, which would be difficult to assemble.
"Brother, why do I feel a little uncertain? It would be great if I could get a few more Magic Demon Pills!" Xiao Lang came over and said with a bit of doubt and worry in his expression.
Just as Wandong was about to answer, Xiao Lang suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "How could I forget? This is the treasure house of Yuntianmen. If there are any extra magic demon pills, they might be hidden here. I'll go look for them."
Wan Dong stretched out his hand, grabbed Xiao Lang, shook his head and said, "Brother, since this magic demon pill is so precious, how could the Ping family give it more? Even if the Ping family gave it more, Yun Tiannan and the others would definitely carry it with them. How could they hide it?" it's here?"
"But...but..."
Xiao Lang didn't want to be persuaded by Wandong, and was about to say something more when the white fire dragon suddenly opened his mouth and took a few mouthfuls, looking disgusted, as if he had eaten a fly. Not only Wan Dong, but also Xiao Lang could see it.
"Brother, it... what does it mean?" Xiao Lang was taken aback and asked with surprise on his face.
Wan Dong also frowned. As he continued to grow, the white fire dragon's expression became richer and his personality became more prominent.
The white fire dragon puffed several times, and of course what came out was not water, but little flames. Fortunately, Wandong reacted quickly enough and extinguished it in time, otherwise this Yuntianmen treasure house would have been turned into ashes by fire. No.
After taking a few sips, the white fire dragon still seemed a little unhappy and roared at Wandong. Wan Dong's ears were buzzing from the dragon's roar, but he didn't understand its meaning at all.
"This guy can actually get angry?" Xiao Lang was stunned and became more and more curious about the white fire dragon.
Feng Nan and Zhai Lan were startled and subconsciously hid in a corner.
Seeing that the white fire dragon seemed to be endless, Wandong's expression suddenly turned cold, and he opened his mouth and let out a loud shout: "That's enough, shut up!"
Perhaps sensing Wandong's anger, the white fire dragon finally calmed down.
Wan Dong snorted coldly and asked rudely, "Let me ask you, can you use the fairy grass in this treasure house to copy the Phantom Demon Pill?"
As soon as Wan Dong finished speaking, the white fire dragon that had just calmed down began to get excited again, jumping up and down, shaking its head and tail, as if it was discussing something with Wan Dong. It's just that the white fire dragon's expression was obviously much more complicated. Wandong watched it for a long time, but he still couldn't understand the meaning expressed by its body movements. Just through his thoughts, he could faintly feel that the white fire dragon seemed to be very dissatisfied. As for why he is dissatisfied, Wandong doesn't know.
"Brother, this guy has been gesticulating for a long time, what does he mean?" Xiao Lang was a little anxious.
Wandong shook his head, his expression a little bitter. His communication with the white fire dragon was limited after all.
After a while, Wan Dong suddenly became annoyed. No matter what the meaning of the white fire dragon was, he pointed his hand and shouted, "You can refine an illusory demon pill for me immediately, right now!"
Wandong is planning to become the overlord. Why can the white fire dragon understand his words, but he can't understand the language of the white fire dragon
This time the white fire dragon didn't bother, and shook its head decisively. Even Xiao Lang understood without Wan Dong's interpretation, and his mind sank suddenly. "Brother, this white fire dragon seems to be unable to refine the magic demon pill." ah."
Wan Dong shook his head and said, "I think it's not that it can't be practiced, but it's that it doesn't want to practice at all."
After hearing what Wandong said, when Xiao Lang looked at the white fire dragon again, he could indeed read more meanings from its expression. That expression was clearly full of disdain, as if Wandong was insulting him by letting him refine the Phantom Demon Pill.
Wan Dong let out a breath of turbid air and asked tentatively, "Can you refine something better than the Phantom Demon Pill?"
As soon as Wandong finished speaking, the white fire dragon immediately nodded its head wildly, with a hint of pride and pride in its expression.
Wandong and Xiao Lang looked at each other, and they were both overjoyed. Wandong hurriedly shouted, "Then what are you waiting for? Just practice it for me!"
As soon as Wandong finished speaking, the white fire dragon roared and galloped among the thousands of immortal grasses.
There were some fairy herbs that Wandong could name, but most of them were things that Wandong had never heard of or seen before. There were dozens of kinds, and they all automatically jumped up from the shelves and were swallowed directly by the fire dragon.
"That's awesome! Brother, I'm more and more sure that this white fire dragon is by no means ordinary, it probably has a great origin!" Seeing the white fire dragon showing off its power, Xiao Lang's eyes were filled with envy and envy.
Wan Dong subconsciously thought of the treasure box in the storage ring. Perhaps the secret of this white fire dragon can only be solved in the Dao Sect World.
About half an hour later, the white fire dragon suddenly roared and flew to Wandong. The dragon's mouth opened, and seven elixirs the size of pigeon eggs fell into Wan Dong's palm.
"What is this?" Looking at the elixir in Wandong's hand, Xiao Lang's eyes were full of doubts.
First of all, this is definitely not the Phantom Demon Pill. The difference between it and the Phantom Demon Pill is really not that big. As long as you are not blind, even a fool who knows nothing can easily tell the difference.
Wandong doesn't know either, but according to the white fire dragon, this is something better than the Phantom Demon Pill! It's just that Wandong really can't see what's good about it. As a pseudo-alchemy master, once he loses the fire dragon, he may even be inferior to those alchemy apprentices.
"Eh? This is..." Just when Wandong was confused, Xiao Lang seemed to have seen a ghost, and let out a cry of surprise, his eyes widening even wider than those of a bull's eye.
He hurriedly picked up one from Wandong's hand, put it in the sun, and looked at it carefully. This time, even Wandong noticed the difference. I saw that the golden elixir was actually covered with a few magical lines of lavender. Under the cover of the sun, purple lights flickered from time to time.
"Brother, have you seen that tattoo?" Although Xiao Lang tried his best to suppress it, Wan Dong still heard a trace of shock and excitement in his voice.
Wan Dong nodded anxiously, and Xiao Lang said in an even more excited voice, "Brother, do you know what that pattern is? That... that's a spiritual pattern! It's a spiritual pattern that only appears on the best spiritual pills! There's nothing else like it." He said that this spiritual pattern alone is enough to prove the value of this elixir."
Wandong really didn't know what the spirit pattern was. From how excited Xiao Lang was, it must be that the spirit pattern was indeed extraordinary. It's just... Wan Dong frowned and said, "Brother, do you know what the use of this elixir is? No matter how many spiritual patterns appear, if it is of no use, what's the point?"
"Nonsense! How can a spiritual elixir with spiritual patterns be useless? I suspect that this elixir is an enhanced version of the Phantom Demon elixir." After saying that, Xiao Lang was about to stuff the elixir into his mouth.
Wan Dong was startled and stopped him quickly, saying anxiously, "Brother, please don't do this! Before you figure out the purpose of this elixir, it's better to be careful!"
"Hahaha... Don't worry, brother, I'm not a fool. How could I do something I'm not sure about?" After saying that, regardless of Wandong's obstruction, he swallowed the elixir in one gulp.
As soon as the elixir entered his mouth, Wandong immediately felt the difference. I saw that the aura bursting out from Xiao Lang increased at a terrifying speed, and soon Wan Dong felt a terrible pressure that was almost crushing him.
Wan Dong was immediately surprised. He was at the scene when Xiao Lang broke through to the intermediate level of the Earth Wheel. He had the most intuitive feeling for the aura possessed by the intermediate level of the Earth Wheel monk. But at this moment, the momentum bursting out from Xiao Lang was clearly far greater than when he broke through.
As for whether the momentum Xiao Lang burst out at this time has reached the peak of the earth wheel, Wandong can't say.
At this time, Xiao Lang's expression suddenly became extremely excited, and his eyes were full of shock, both inside and outside.
"Xu... Mr. Xu, Xiao... Xiao Daxia..." Just when Wandong was in mood, a weak call woke him up.
Turning around, he saw Feng Nan and Zhai Lan nestling in the corner, almost huddled together, their faces covered with pain and sweat. Obviously, Xiao Lang's momentum had exceeded theirs. Tolerance range.
Xiao Lang soon noticed this, and his body was like a sharp arrow that was taken off the string, and he shot out of the treasure house. Immediately after, there were huge blasts like cannons outside the treasure house, and even the treasure house was shot. It trembled with the sound.
Wandong hurriedly rushed out, and at a glance he saw a faint, almost imperceptible shadow dancing wildly in the sky, and countless purple rays of energy falling from the sky like a violent storm. The familiar surface of the earth had turned into a mess in just a few breaths. There are deep and shallow pits, large and small, everywhere. Looking from top to bottom, it feels like you are on the surface of the moon.
Wandong couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. With such an attack, even if he used it with all his strength, he would be able to barely hold on for even one breath before he would be blasted to pieces.
After about a cup of tea, the stormy purple light gradually subsided, and Xiao Lang's figure also slowed down little by little, and finally flew back to the treasure house in a flash.
As soon as he returned to the treasure house, Xiao Lang immediately collapsed on the ground with a thud, as if he had just completed a ten-kilometer cross-country trip. He was breathing heavily like a bellows, his face was slightly pale, and his expression was dull. Tired… (To be continued)