People from the other Three Kingdoms also had no intention of leaving, and looked at the five huge matrices with great interest.
With the entry of the five teams, the scene in that line of sky was presented.
The green pines are lush, the strange rocks are dense, the rugged ridge roads are abrupt and exquisite.
In the depths of the Wuheng Mountains, Yixiantian is a fault space, which is extremely dangerous and retains the ancient landforms of the Wanyao Mountain.
For everyone, it is very difficult to have such an opportunity to spy.
Qing Buli returned to his seat, took out the ball of paper and unfolded it for a look, his whole body trembled, and goose bumps appeared on his already wrinkled skin.
The pink note reads: I love you! Thinking of you during the day, thinking of you at night; loving you in my heart, and dreaming of you!
Qing Buli was so frightened that his face paled, and he almost didn't cry out.
But after a closer look, the inscription is: Duanmu Cuihua.
It turned out that this was a note written by Duanmu Cuihua to Yang Qingxuan. Yang Qingxuan forgot to throw it away for a while, and at the moment he couldn't find the paper, so he just took it and used it, which almost caused a huge misunderstanding.
Qing Buli turned the note over with a pale face, only to see the text on it: The man in white behind Xu Daozi is the one who seized the piano.
Although this news was shocking enough, compared to the "I like you" I saw before, it still made Qing Buli calm down a lot.
As soon as he grasped the ball of paper, it turned into ashes, sat quietly on the seat, as if nothing had happened, and looked at the five matrixes casually.
"Ha ha."
Du Zhengzhen suddenly laughed, and said: "This group of boys is lucky, and they are leading for the time being."
It turned out that the five of Tan Tao found a pile of soul-condensing grass shortly after entering, and immediately extracted the soul power inside and poured it into the soul orb.
On the matrix of the Academy of Battle Spirits, there is a small ball like a soul bead, and the number twenty-seven is displayed beside it, which means that the soul power has reached twenty-seven.
They all really observed the details, and said: "Tan Tao and the others obtained thirty soul-condensing grasses just now. I'm afraid they didn't extract them completely, and they only showed a value of twenty-seven."
Ding Yuan said: "Soul Concentrating Grass is a good medicine for nourishing martial souls, let them collect them for thirty days, these five soul beads are priceless."
At this time, several people from Yunchuan College also found a bunch and extracted the value of sixteen.
Xu Daozi was quite surprised and said: "In this line of sky, the aura is really strong, so many of such precious Soul Condensing Grass have appeared in just a moment."
Yi Kun said indifferently: "But the danger is also the same."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a four-legged reptile appeared in the matrix of Tian Cong Academy's team, with white bones growing out of its back, and a sharp front end, like a sword hanging upside down.
Liang Yu said in shock: "Yarong?!"
You Ye's pupils are even more radiant, he has the blood of Yalong Taotie on his body, so he is more sensitive to Yalong.
Yi Kun said angrily: "It's really unlucky, I just came across this thing when I didn't pick up the soul-condensing grass."
The secret technique of projection can project light and shadow through space.
But it can't transmit the "breath", so everyone can only see the appearance of this sub-dragon monster. As for its strength, it is difficult to distinguish.
…
In the first line of sky, Yang Qingxuan and the other five were also dumbfounded. After walking a few steps, they encountered a sub-dragon monster.
Fu Zhuo scolded: "How did you become the captain? Bad luck!"
Yang Qingxuan also had black lines all over his face, and said, "Who knew it was so unlucky? Don't talk about it, this thing seems to have bad intentions!"
"Roar!"
The subdragon prostrated on all fours, his eyes shot out a cold light, and with a roar, the demonic aura exploded on his body, blowing the surrounding vegetation down like a storm.
The bone swords on the back also flew out one by one, cutting towards the five people.
"Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Every bone sword rolled up a terrible storm, causing all the surrounding vegetation to explode.
The five of them had been on guard for a long time, and flew back to avoid the bone sword.
"Chick! Chick! Chick!"
A total of seven bone swords were inserted into the ground.
Yin Yao flew to hide on a big tree, poked out half of her head, and said, "How strong is this thing? Have you ever beaten it?"
"Try it." Yang Qingxuan took out Fighting Ghosts and God, and made a sword art. An invisible sword intent spread out, and the surroundings suddenly became ghostly.
Fu Zhuo clenched his fists and stood behind him.
Mr. Jin and Lu Yifan are both floating on the two sides of the sub-dragon species, each holding a formula in their hands, ready to attack at any time.
Yang Qingxuan yelled: "I'll attack right in front to attract the attack of this thing. Mr. Jin and Lu Yifan, you attack from both sides. Fu Zhuo, you cover me. Yin Yao, you... do whatever you want."
After the voice fell, there was a sword sound.
The temple hair on Yang Qingxuan's forehead hangs down, blocking the Wuhun seal on the Taixuan Sword Tomb. After all, there are strong people from all over the world, maybe anyone can recognize the sword tomb, and it will cause endless troubles.
So he had an extra thought.
A vortex of sword energy was aroused on Douguishen, and it quickly spread out, turning into a long rainbow, and slashed towards the sub-dragon.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The seven bone swords inserted in the ground were summoned by the sub-dragon species, flew up at once, formed a strange sword movement in the air, and slashed towards Yang Qingxuan.
At the same time, the sub-dragon monster roared and rushed over.
It seemed to see through everything and knew that Yang Qingxuan was the core of the five.
Yang Qingxuan's footsteps faltered, he hurriedly turned around, and retreated. At the same time, the sword turned, and the mighty sword intent emanated, forming a dense sword net in front of him, blocking all the bone swords in front of him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
At the same time that Yang Qingxuan was fighting fiercely with those bone swords, Lu Yifan, Mr. Jin and Fu Zhuo, all three of them shot at the Yalong monster together.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Three bursts of energy hit the sub-dragon monster, and the true energy exploded. The monster roared again and again, but the thick skin and flesh were only slightly cracked, and blood flowed out.
Fu Zhuo roared and shouted: "Stand back, I'll cut it to death!"
With five fingers, the star ring spread out from the palm of the palm, and patted the sub-dragon monster.
Seemingly aware of the danger, the monster turned around and was about to run away. At the same time, he controlled the seven bone swords to fly back and slash towards Fu Zhuo.
Yang Qingxuan saw the monster's plan, and when the sword moved horizontally, the powerful sword intent pressed down like a mountain, shaking the seven bone swords with "bang bang", and they could not escape the suppression of the sword.
Fu Zhuo slapped it away with a palm, and the space devoured spread under his palm. With a "chi", the star ring covered the sub-dragon monster, and directly cut it off from the space, completely disappearing without a trace.
"Bang bang."
The seven bone swords lost control and fell from the sky, as if they were dead.
Several people were terrified in their hearts, and looked at Fu Zhuo with some apprehension. The ability to cut off space was too terrifying.
Fu Zhuo snorted and raised his head with a look of arrogance on his face.
Yang Qingxuan stepped on the seven bone swords a few times, and found that after losing the sub-dragon monster, the bone swords also turned into ordinary bones, without any spirituality or sword energy, and would shatter when stepped on.
(end of this chapter)