"Put it down!"
That spirit chalcedony was about to be put into Zong Shou's sleeve. A cold snort followed.
The purple-faced Taoist finally carried the starlight across the sky. A golden shield was completely shattered. There were injuries everywhere on his body and arms.
But he still refused to stop for even a moment. A sword shadow struck, and the silver-white sword shadows scattered one after another, and swept towards Zong Shou like a rustling fallen leaf.
But before he could take four steps, he touched the changing spiritual pattern restriction again, and was hit by ten more starlights.
The corners of Zong Shou's lips raised slightly in mockery, and the Broken Autumn Sword in his hand was cut out with one stroke. The sword flew hundreds of feet in an instant, breaking into the sword light.
"Keng!"
With a soft cry, the two powerful martial arts thoughts collided violently. Then there was a boom, and Zong Shou took half a step back.
The purple-faced Taoist turned pale, and the sword shadows woven in front of him suddenly became scattered. And the silver-white sword light also came in afterward, like a swallow bird throwing into the forest, penetrating into the dense shadow of the sword, still passing through with ease. Following those gaps, tracing back to the source, it was immediately pointed at his throat and between his eyebrows.
Across ten steps of space, there is no way to stop it. With a snap of a finger, it is already in front of you.
With a muffled groan, the purple-faced Taoist felt a line of blood spurting out from his neck. In the end, he was unwilling to retreat violently, avoiding the sharp sword light. At this moment, dozens of restrictions behind him were triggered in succession.
What's more, he could only watch as Zong Shou put this ball of spirit chalcedony into his Qiankun bag.
At this time, more than a hundred starlights were blasting down one after another. The purple-faced Taoist gritted his teeth suddenly and knocked out several second-grade talismans to protect his whole body. Then there was a person who was holding back the starlight bombardment and said in a cold voice: "Brother Fang Ming! Please help me. If we can retrieve the spirit chalcedony, we will get half of it!"
Fang Ming was startled and hesitated slightly, as if he was weighing the power. Finally, he smiled at Zong Shou, his eyes shining slightly.
"Your Highness Zong Shou! You were able to obtain this spirit chalcedony just now because Brother Shang Yue tried his best to resist and contain this restricted starlight. Since the two of them worked together to obtain it, how about sharing it equally?"
Taoist Zi-faced Shangyue was immediately slightly happy. Zong Shou looked over after hearing this and saw Fang Ming. Although he was smiling, his tone seemed to be sincere. But there was an inexplicable chill in his expression.
He even thought it was funny. What did the forbidden starlight falling on it have to do with him? If the restriction of the spiritual formation was triggered, it was because Shang Yue was too impatient and lost his normal mind, and it was his own fault.
The sword he had thrown at him before without any hesitation touched his bottom line.
And listening to Fang Ming's tone, it seemed as if he was able to obtain this spirit chalcedony all because of Shang Ming.
As expected, Mr. Fang Ming and Mr. Fang Da are worthy of being eager for justice and justice.
A chuckle resounded through the void. Just when both of them felt confused, Zong Shou took it into his hands. Suddenly, several rays of silver light, like clouds and mist, suddenly flashed out and struck directly in the direction of Shang Yue.
The distance of dozens of steps was covered in just a moment. It wasn't until Shang Yue was a few steps in front of him that the two of them saw clearly what was in front of them.
"Throwing knife?"
After five mouthfuls, the inch-long blade rushed straight towards him. Fang Ming also instantly remembered a rumor about this Zong Shou. Shang Yue felt that her scalp was exploding and her whole body was terrified. Instinctively, he retreated backwards.
The sword flashed continuously, and a series of spiritual talismans were shot out. Holding against the sky, the star power beams that hit him one after another changed the direction in front of him. Compared with Jianxiu's sword, the flying knives were sharper, faster, heavier and more ferocious, flying and smashing them to pieces one by one.
Just when the last flying knife was about to be chopped into pieces by him.
Zong Shou's sword suddenly shot through the air at this moment.
Instant Sky Dragon Sword! flash!
When the sword came out, the entire void seemed to freeze, and only the brilliant blade light was left. When the shining light hit Shang Yue, his mind was tense to the extreme, and he was ready to use all his strength to resist this sword.
The sword light suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, and the next moment, it was already between his throat.
Before the blade penetrated his body, the sharp sword force had already shattered his neck and spine. The head and body separated, and then fell into the void.
Then came the star power beams all over the sky, impacting down. The corpse of Shang Yue was completely blasted into powder!
Zong Shou's Broken Autumn Sword was also sheathed later. As if nothing happened, he brushed his sleeves.
"Brother Fang Dao, we are gone. Do we still need to divide this spirit chalcedony?"
At this time, Fang Ming had just arrived about ten steps behind Shang Yue. He watched with his own eyes as the Lingwu Lord, who had suppressed his energy to the seventh level, died in front of him.
Fang Ming first took a breath of cold air, and then looked at Zong Shou with a look that was not only complicated, but also a little more fearful.
"It looks like there really is no need to divide it!"
There was a hint of regret in his eyes, but he had forgotten that he could only use his seventh-level strength like this. Zong Shou, who possesses psychic sword intent, is probably even more terrifying than when he was surrounded by two silver-armored paper figures in the palace outside. Here, waiting is like a fish in water. That sword strike, if it were him, would he be able to take it
Zong Shou grinned and put Shang Yue's Qiankun bag into his hands.
The net worth of the ninth-level Lingwu Lord is more extraordinary after all. There are more than twenty ninth-level beast crystals. But it may be because it consumed too much before. There were very few spiritual talismans, and only two spiritual weapons were damaged. Furthermore, there are some elixirs unique to Daoming Sect. Naturally, there was no surprise like those two puppet soul summoning talismans.
It would be worthwhile to exchange for these things with those third-level Yunyan flying knives that can barely keep up with his pace.
In a year and a half, Zong Shou raised a total of nine such flying knives, and now his inventory is empty. If you want to use the Six Gods Sword Controlling Technique again, you need to cultivate it again. The newly refined sixth level Yunyan Flying Knife, which was still usable just now,
Fang Ming behind him, his complexion turned green and white. Seeing Zong Shou, he was about to turn around and leave, and then suddenly said: "I think His Highness is acting too fiercely and domineeringly! This Shang Yue is an elder of the famous Taoist sect, and His Highness actually kills whenever he wants. The original Demon Sect before, The same is true. It seems that Mr. Jian is desperate and is alone, so he is not afraid. But I see that Your Highness is still being dragged down by Qian Tianshan, so don't you worry about the revenge of these two major sects?"
Zong Shou shook his head slightly, too lazy to pay attention, and stepped into the end of the spiritual formation.
Do you want to tell Fang Ming that this person was from the famous Taoist sect and that he killed without any scruples
This man was unlucky, and he came to this world just when he was at the height of his murderous intentions.
Not to mention just provoking him, even if he didn't provoke him, he would still take the initiative and kick him.
At this time, his impression of Fang Ming was not much better. If he hadn't been forcing himself to restrain himself, he would have drawn his sword long ago and asked Fang Ming whether he was alive or dead today!
It was like stepping into a thin film, when Zong Shou crossed the paper-thin space barrier and stood still. All he saw in front of him was an immense void.
But within this void, there are countless palaces. There are thousands of them, densely packed and well-proportioned distributed inside.
According to Ye Feishang, the Dragon Clan has always placed some treasures here that can be given to future generations and set up corresponding test questions.
If it passes, you can get it. If not, then it’s just a consolation prize.
However, it will be more difficult to retrieve each item in these palaces. It gets harder each time.
This place of inheritance is actually theoretically speaking. It can be taken out without limit, but so far, even the most talented dragons have never been able to take out the eighth spiritual object.
When Zong Shou was looking far into the distance, Fang Ming, who was behind him, also stepped through the thin curtain and came to this space.
He cast a sidelong glance at Zong Shou and seemed to feel that this young man was too dangerous. Without hesitation, he walked in the other direction.
Although he is at the ninth level, after suppressing his cultivation at this time, he always feels extremely dangerous next to Zong Shou, as if he may lose his life at any moment.
This person's vision always felt a little strange. It was as if he was being treated as a piece of meat and was being scrutinized as to where to strike.
Zong Shou ignored him, looked at it for a while, compared it with the inherited memory Ye Feishang gave him, and finally shook his head secretly.
In fourteen thousand years, the place has changed so much that it doesn't match up at all. It seems that those things still need to be found by oneself.
The dragon clan's inheritance assessment is quite humane. From the door of the palace, you can see what is inside.
Whether you recognize it or not is another matter.
You can choose a palace at will and enter to challenge. If you don't use it, you won't get it by mistake.
Zong Shou stepped on the void and walked with his hands behind his back like he was strolling in a courtyard. As he looked all the way, the surprise in his eyes became more and more intense.
The wealth of the Dragon Clan is certainly not an exaggeration.
The fourth level of Xuanhuang in Heaven and Earth, and none of the spiritual objects here are lower than Xuanhuang. The utensils and elixirs are also at the Dharma level.
Even if it is of a slightly lower grade, it naturally has its own ingenuity and is extremely practical.
Zong Shou browsed through it like a horse, and with the addition of Linghua Chalcedony, he already picked up five items.
But what I care about most now are two things. One is the divine dragon elixir, and the second is the dragon spirit blood elixir.
Although he had Yuan Yunquan in his hand, Zong Shou always felt that it would be best to get this thing by the way.
From Ye Feishang's tone, this elixir seemed to be extremely extraordinary. Since it can also enter the Yuanyun Essence Spring and repair injuries, it might also be of some benefit to Ao Kun.
While thinking, Zong Shou strolled in front of a jade-white palace. Almost mechanically, he looked into the hall, and the next moment, Zong Shou's eyes suddenly opened. I saw a crystal core placed in the center of the hall.
And the moment he caught his eye, the little gold on his arm started to stir and rushed towards that side.
Zong Shou's hands were quick and he suddenly lifted Xiao Jin into the air. Then he smiled.
"Luck, it turns out to be the top-grade Vientiane Crystal Core in Fairyland—"