"This baby must have a great background." Meng Hao touched the ground with a wooden sword, and easily pierced in. Meng Hao smiled again and again, and quickly picked it up, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
When he was happy, suddenly Meng Hao looked up and stunned. He faintly felt that the spiritual energy in this cave mansion had become thinner for some reason, and even in such a short time, it would be completely dissipated.
Although there are not many auras in his cave, it is impossible for such a situation to occur. You must know that auras are the aura that exists between the heavens and the earth, and they are mostly concentrated in some Xiushan great veins. This is the location of the mountain sect. It is impossible for the aura to disperse without a reason. Clean.
While hesitating, Meng Hao calmed down, and under closer inspection, he suddenly lowered his head to look at the wooden sword, his expression unbelievable, he had already discovered that all the spiritual energy in the cave was so short by the wooden sword. Suck away within time.
"This... can this sword absorb spiritual energy?" Meng Hao was stunned. After a while, he patted his storage bag, and a small piece of spiritual stone appeared in his hand immediately. Shi actually dimmed.
Meng Hao quickly took away the spirit stone, although his heartache, his expression was immediately intensely excited.
"This sword... must be the treasure!" Meng Hao looked at the wooden sword in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, his eyes showed decisiveness. With a light stroke on his finger with the wooden sword, a small wound appeared, and at the same time, Meng Hao immediately felt With his own cultivation base, he suddenly discovered that the spiritual power in his body was spreading outward along the wound of his finger at this moment, as if it could not be stopped.
Meng Hao quickly held his fingers, his eyes became more excited, and the wound healed after a long while, Meng Hao looked at the wooden sword with a smirk, breathing quickly.
"This sword is a treasure. Scratch a few more times on the opponent's body when fighting against others. I'm afraid that the opponent will dissipate his spirit and let others slaughter him without me. Unfortunately, there is only one. If there are two, ten or even a hundred. , The number of wounds drawn, the quickness of the spiritual energy dissipating, must be extremely shocking..." Meng Hao's mind saw the picture of himself wielding more than a hundred wooden swords, all piercing Wang Tengfei's body.
He felt that Heishan and his party, the spirit stones that he had consumed, were completely worth it.
Thinking of this, Meng Hao took a deep breath and took out the bronze mirror.
"I don't know how many spirit stones are needed..." Meng Hao hesitated, but thinking that the more swords the better, he immediately put the wooden sword on the bronze mirror decisively, but as soon as the wooden sword touched the bronze mirror, the mirror immediately For a flash, the wooden sword was sucked in. Meng Hao had never encountered this before. He was stunned and grabbed the mirror to stop it, but the wooden sword had disappeared.
"How could this be, the damn mirror, that is the sword that I have worked so hard to get, you, you, you... Be calm, be calm." Meng Hao was breathing fast, forcibly calming himself down, holding back his anxiety, and thinking about it for a long time. Then he took out a spirit stone and placed it on the bronze mirror, and the spirit stone disappeared instantly.
"En? Did it start copying?" Meng Hao's heart moved, and he picked up the spirit stone and put it in with tension. As a result, one, two, three... Meng Hao's complexion gradually changed, and his heart began to drip. This bronze mirror is like an invincible hole. It didn't take long for Meng Hao to throw more than two hundred spiritual stones.
"Damn it, damn it..." Meng Hao wanted to give up, but he was unwilling to give up the treasure, and he knew that if he gave up this time, the bronze mirror would have lost the copy before it was copied. The ability of things.
At this moment, he could only endure the heartache, and threw the spirit stone again, three hundred, four hundred, until one thousand yuan, Meng Hao was already pale, and his hand trembling when he picked up the spirit stone.
"Is there any head, this broken mirror, you are grabbing the spirit stone I just got." Meng Hao gritted his teeth and threw more than a thousand spirit stones. He couldn't give up, with red eyes like a gambler, again. Throwing out the spirit stone until the last two thousand spirit stones were thrown out. Suddenly, the mirror suddenly emitted a strong colorful light. This light had never appeared when it was copied before, but Meng Hao was already numb and dumbfounded. When I looked at it, the colorful rays of light lasted for about half of the incense, before it gradually dissipated.
As the light dissipated, two identical wooden swords immediately appeared on the mirror.
Looking at the wooden sword, Meng Hao's face recovered a little blood, and he quickly grabbed it. Although he wanted to cry without tears, he was inexplicably sad and heartache, but he could only comfort himself.
"It's okay, it's just two thousand spirit stones. It's nothing. The old one won't go, the new one won't come. It's worth having two wooden swords!" Meng Hao gritted his teeth and murmured, but just two words. It was extremely bitter, so I quickly took away the bronze mirror and stopped looking at it. Holding two wooden swords, I imagined the strangeness of this sword. After sitting there for a long time, he calmed down and barely evened his breath.
Secretly made up his mind to be cautious before copying. For a long time, Meng Hao put away the two wooden swords, especially the second one. In Meng Hao’s opinion, it was not a sword, it was two thousand spirit stones... Especially the spirit stone was. The big spiritual stone filled with mysterious mist that I just got.
With a wry smile, Meng Hao sat there cross-legged, thinking that this wooden sword seemed not to be a treasure, otherwise, how could it be a copy of two thousand spirit stones. After the aura in the cave was restored, he took out the rice demon pill from the storage bag.
"Although I just broke through to the fifth level of Qi Condensation, I don't know how much my cultivation level will be if I swallow this pill..."
Meng Hao showed a decisive expression. He put the rice grain demon pill into his mouth and closed his eyes. His body immediately roared. After the demon pill melted, it directly turned into an extremely rich spiritual energy, and instantly drowned Meng Hao.
The intensity of this spiritual power surpassed all the medicinal pills Meng Hao swallowed in the past. It is incomparable at all. Like the firefly and the bright moon, it exploded in Meng Hao's body at this moment, and the majestic spiritual power swept through Meng Hao's body. Blood overflowed from the corner of Meng Hao's mouth, and his body was trembling, but in this persistence, his Dan Lake continued to expand, and the lake inside it became more and more. After a while, Meng Hao felt a sense of boundlessness.
It's just that every time it expands, there is an indescribable pain, which makes Meng Hao's body tremble more and more, his face is pale, and his teeth are clenched.
At the same time, the lake water was tumbling, and the spiritual power contained within it was amazing, making Meng Hao feel the ascent of his cultivation in this pain. At the beginning of the fifth stage of condensing energy, and the middle of the fifth stage of condensing energy, time slowly passed, I don’t know. How long has passed since, his cultivation base has already climbed to the peak of the fifth layer of Qi condensing with the roar of Dan Lake in his body.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Hao's mind bounced, and his cultivation level broke through the fifth layer of Qi Condensation in an instant, and he actually stepped into... the sixth layer of Qi Condensation!
And it was not in the early stage of the sixth layer of Qi condensing, but until the middle of the sixth layer of Qi condensing, it gradually stopped. The clothes on Meng Hao's body had completely turned into fly ash, and only the storage bags were scattered on the side. At first glance, his body is full of black dirt. If he completely encloses his body, but if you look closely, you can see that his body is actually crystal clear, with a faint glow of glow, and an extraordinary look.
His hair has grown a bit, and it has reached his shoulders now, and his height is slightly taller, as if his body is no longer thin and weak, but rather slender.
Although the face is still slightly darker, it is more energetic, and the unspeakable temperament is permeated, which means more dust.
The Dan Lake in his body rolled and filled his whole body. In the depths of Na Dan Lake, the rice-sized demon pill precipitated, but for some reason, it no longer melted, but was immersed in it, motionless.
It's nothing more than that, but it was almost the moment when Meng Hao's cultivation level reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation, a strong roar in his mind immediately, in this roar, a trace of if there is no inheritance, actually scattered from the quiet demon pill in Dan Lake Out, rushing directly into Meng Hao's mind like a brand.
This is... the inheritance from the bloodline of the ancient Yinglong. The dead Yinglong was not a powerful beast from the ancients, but a relatively weak descendant cub, but it still contained the sky heritage of its ancestors. Before dying, Hid his inheritance into the demon pill, the python intended to shed its skin and swallow it, Wang Tengfei also dreamed of it, after all, he has obtained the essence and blood, he is the real inheritor, but now... has been acquired by Meng Hao.
Meng Hao had a dream. He dreamed of a piece of heaven and earth. In that sky, he was flying and swaying above the nine heavens. Whenever he moved, the heaven and the earth roared, and the wind and clouds fell back.
In this sky, he is the overlord, and all flying beasts trembled as if they had lost the qualification to fly the moment they saw him, and let him kill them.
He is the monarch of the sky, he is the darling of the sky, and countless creatures on the earth worship, as if it was a long time ago, as long as an unknown number of years ago.
The feeling of flying in the sky made Meng Hao crazy, and even made him feel infatuated. He didn't know how long he had been flying, saw how many fierce beasts retreating along the way, and didn't know how many creatures bowed down.
The wind is under his feet, the earth is under his feet, and there is only the sky, and it seems that it cannot surpass him, just as he is with the sky.
As far as a lake, when he looked down, he saw his body. It was a long dragon tens of thousands of feet in size, with two huge wings of tens of thousands of feet, making his body look full of difficulties. Describe the domineering vicissitudes of life.
The ferocious head, long tail, all of this, formed a supreme majesty, which turned into a thunder of lightning in Meng Hao's heart, as if tore open his mind and formed a voice.
"I am Yinglong, ancient Yinglong!" The voice came out of Meng Hao's mind and spread throughout the world. The world trembled and everything roared. This is Yinglong of ancient times, even though the real blood has dissipated in heaven and earth now. , But there are some descendants, although fragile, this inheritance is divided into different descendants, and there are implications.
At the same time, in the Dongfeng Cave Mansion of the Patriarch Sect, Wang Tengfei's face was extremely gloomy at this moment, and his inner anger made him almost crazy. The taste of failure made him unacceptable. He kept trying to sense each other with blood drops. Where and inheritance, but until now, there is still nothing, this matter makes him unable to understand.
"Did you find it?" For a long time, Wang Tengfei suppressed his anger and looked up at the young man in front of him. This person was one of the two who accompanied Wang Tengfei with Shangguan Song that day.