With a gloomy face, Wang Tuojiang stepped back with Wang Yizhu, who was crying in pain. He took out several medicine bottles and hurriedly poured the elixir for limb regeneration and essence and blood restoration into Wang Yizhu's mouth. He looked up at Youquan from time to time. While he was shocked by the beauty of Youquan, he was also full of fear of Youquan's ruthless attacks.
Not to mention anything else, the seventeen Canghai Mingyue Pearls suddenly appeared in front of Wang Yizhu as if teleporting, seriously injuring Wang Yizhu. He saw the whole process, but he just couldn't see clearly the flight path of the seventeen orbs. .
The Canghai Moon Pearl is a rare treasure beyond Wang Tuojiang's understanding. Even the major families in Xiaoyao Mountain rarely keep this kind of extraordinary treasure.
The origin of Youquan may be much more complicated than he and Wang Lingxu imagined. A complex background often means huge troubles. The Zhentian Holy Palace, which is preparing to sprint with all its strength to complete the mission of returning its family to the clan, perhaps should not invite such trouble.
Wang Lingchi didn't even look at Wang Yizhu.
Wang Yizhu was wearing a long gown unique to the concubines of the Holy Prince's Palace, so he knew that Wang Yizhu was his own son. But he had no impression of Wang Yizhu at all. There were tens of thousands of descendants from the concubines of the Holy Prince's Mansion. How could the aloof Wang Lingxu be in the mood to care about their life and death
If it weren't for the powerful power of the evil flying sword driven by Wang Yizhu, which aroused Wang Ling's suspicion, he would never have let Wang Tuojiang waste the precious elixir on Wang Yizhu.
If the direct descendants of the Zhentian Holy King's Mansion could master the evil flying swords that would emit baby cries and cause people dozens of miles below the Golden Fairyland to faint, then Wang Ling would be able to master them. I believe they can become the real masters of Xiaoyaoji!
His eyelids were drooped, and his heart was filled with murderous intent towards Wang Yizhu—such an unscrupulous descendant had learned a set of powerful secret techniques for refining magic weapons from nowhere, but he did not dedicate them to the family, but secretly kept them secretly. Refined. Wang Lingchun made up his mind. Once he tortured Wang Yizhu out of Wang Yizhu's mouth about the secret method of refining the flying sword, he would kill Wang Yizhu himself.
There is no point in living for children who are not loyal to the family, especially to the main line of the family represented by Wang Lingxi.
The angry Wang Ling glanced around and saw Youquan. Then his body froze slightly, and all his mind was attracted by Youquan.
In Wang Ling's long life, he loved women and had countless women of all kinds. But he had never seen such a beautiful girl with such a mysterious, otherworldly, and spotless temperament.
He seemed to see a mysterious river, boundless and as level as a mirror, with heartbreaking blood-colored petals slowly crossing the water. Wang Lingchi has squeezed most of his body into the Taoist Realm, and he has a unique understanding of the way of heaven.
In Youquan, he felt an aura that made his body and soul extremely peaceful.
Treasures from heaven and earth! Wang Lingxi immediately made a judgment that Youquan might not be a human being, but the incarnation of the treasures of heaven and earth that condensed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Such a girl is really precious. Such a girl can only belong to him, Wang Lingchi!
Yin Xuege was extremely hot. He was panting and sweating profusely all over his body.
The eye sockets are a little hot, and through the eyelids, everything is a little red.
He had swung the giant ram's horn ax tens of thousands of times in succession, and the heavy golden weapon consumed a lot of his energy. After all, he is only an eighth-grade true immortal. Although his physical strength far exceeds his cultivation level, tens of thousands of full-force slashes have reached his limit.
'Huchihuchi' panting, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continued to pour into his body, and the drop of Dao essence and blood in his belly exuded surging power. In just a few breaths, Yin Xuuge's exhausted physical strength had been completely restored.
The profound meaning of heaven contained in the essence and blood of the great avenue turned into countless streams of light, which were constantly imprinted on every part of Yin Xuege's body.
This is the essence and blood of the Great Dao condensed by a saint who practices Qingmu Kung Fu. Every stream of light that is incorporated increases Yin Xuuge's body's recovery ability and makes his life energy more intense. His physical strength is constantly improving and improving with the integration of Dao essence and blood.
There was a 'click' sound, and all the muscles, bones, and flesh of the body trembled violently. The pores all over Yin Xuuge's body closed at the same time, and there was a layer of moist golden light lingering on the surface of the body. His body underwent earth-shaking changes, and the pores and acupoints that once served as the outlet for the aura of heaven and earth seemed to have turned into a flawless, pure gold orb with no gaps.
The physical strength finally reached the so-called Golden Fairyland in the Holy Spirit Realm.
Slowly moving his hands and feet, Yin Xuege took a step forward and stood in front of Wang Lingchun, blocking his greedy gaze towards Youquan.
"Old guy, that girl is mine. If you look at her one more time, I'll gouge out your eyes."
Yin Xuuge smiled politely at Wang Ling. His tone was very polite, but his words had a strong smell of blood.
"I have taken a liking to this girl. She will be my treasure." Wang Lingxi waved his hand disapprovingly and said calmly: "Someone, come and kill him."
The sound of low footsteps came from afar, and a strong man about two feet tall, unusually burly and wearing heavy armor walked slowly towards this side. The armor on this strong man was obviously a specially made perverted thing. The armor was unusually thick, and the thinnest part of the armor was three inches thick.
A large number of star patterns are engraved on the surface of the pitch-black armor, with dots of starlight lingering around it. On the chest is a mighty basalt pattern. The thick and simple shape of Xuanwu gives this armor an air of indestructibility.
The big man's left hand held a huge shield that was square and two feet high, six feet wide, and three feet thick. His right hand held a giant mace that was one foot and five feet long and as thick as an ordinary person's waist.
The big man with a rough face and muscles on his face squirmed like earthworms slowly walked over step by step. Wherever he passed, the streets were trembling faintly. His footsteps were like thunder, shaking the surrounding houses. The tiles clattered loudly.
"Hao Tu, is it your turn to be on duty in front of the door today?" Wang Ling glanced at the big man in surprise and shook his head indifferently: "That's all, kill this kid with a bull's knife and take that girl in black back. that is."
With a sneer, Wang Lingchi completely lost interest in watching the battle.
The strange phenomenon on Yin Xuege's body just now was that his physical cultivation level had broken through to the Golden Immortal Realm. so what? Yin Xuege exudes mana fluctuations. He is only an eighth-grade true immortal, and his physical cultivation has reached the Golden Immortal Realm. Is this because he has taken some strange genius treasure
Hao Tu is one of the eight inner guard leaders of Zhentian Sheng Palace. He entered the Golden Immortal realm thousands of years ago, and he also practiced the body-building technique "Tongtian Kui Niu Shattering Heaven Sutra". This is a fallen man. The body-building skills left by the Golden Immortal of the Holy Spirit Realm, and the various fighting magical powers are so powerful that even Wang Lingchi is envious.
In addition, Zhentian Holy King's Mansion spent countless resources to build Hao Tu's body, and finally followed the path of some immortals in the Holy Spirit Realm. A set of armor and weapons of the middle-grade golden immortal weapon cast with heavy gold can kill Yin. Snow song is just a simple and ordinary thing.
Wang Lingchi only had to wait in the bedroom of the Holy King's Mansion, wash himself off and lie on the bed, waiting for the girl he liked to be delivered to his door.
With a disdainful smile, Wang Ling turned into a breeze and escaped back to the Holy King's Mansion.
Haotu strode up to Yin Xuege, stared at Yin Xuege with his eyes wide open, and sneered again and again: "Boy, commit suicide, it will be a waste of energy for Uncle Haotu to live."
Shaking his head, his neck made a crackling sound. Yin Xuuge tightened his grip on the giant axe, laughed "haha" and struck Haotu with the axe. What are these people? Do you feel so good about yourself? Let yourself commit suicide? Do you have this qualification
Hao Tu snorted coldly, cursed secretly, "I don't know how to lift", lazily raised the heavy shield in his left hand, and gently faced the giant axe.
The giant ax roared in, and in the blink of an eye, three thousand axes struck down in succession. The heavy shield in Hao Tu's hand was also really strange. The huge ax fell, clearly splashing countless sparks, but it made no sound at all. All the sounds were absorbed by the dark shield surface.
After Yin Xuuge struck three thousand axes in a row, his wrists were sore and numb from the repulsive force of the giant shield. He stepped back, shook his wrists, and laughed loudly: "Your turtle shell is quite strong. Hey, eat my three thousand axes again!"
Before he finished speaking, Hao Tu dropped his heavy shield, and the mace in his right hand was like a turning monster python, bringing an evil wind and smashing it down towards Yin Xuuge.
As soon as the mace was moved, the surrounding ground boiled, and countless earth-yellow smoke boiled up, turning into circles of yellow halo visible to the naked eye, and quickly enveloped Yin Xuuge's body. Each halo is as heavy as a mountain, and there are at least a thousand densely packed halos surrounding him.
Yin Xuuge felt his body sink. The halo of rustic light not only made it difficult for him to walk, but also made the operation of his magic power much slower.
As he watched the mace hit him, Yin Xuuge couldn't even move his fingers. He roared angrily, glared fiercely, and a violent heat flew out of the Dao Essence and Blood, all of which was injected into the Shifang Transcendence hidden in his sleeves.
A wisp of dark golden light flew out of his sleeves, and Shifang Chaodu brought out a sound of nature and hit the mace hard.
Hao Tu exclaimed, his huge eyes even wider than usual. Shifang Chaodu is a magical weapon made by merging part of the main body and branches of several Taoist ancestors. Compared with Haotu's mace and Shifang Chaodu, the difference in material is huge.
The mace shattered, Hao Tu's right hand was brushed by Shifang Chaodu, and three fingers were smashed to pieces.
"What the hell is this?" Hao Tu hissed in pain, and all the yellow aura around Yin Xuege's body dissipated at the same time. He grabbed Shifang Chaodu and stuffed it back into his sleeve, then kicked Hao Tu in the face.
The loud sound of "Dang Dang" shook people's eardrums and caused severe pain. Hao Tu was kicked and his footing was unstable. His huge body fell backwards. He hit the wall of the Holy King's Mansion with his head, smashing a large section of the wall to pieces. .
Wang Ling, who had just walked into the Holy King's Mansion, turned around in disbelief and subconsciously cursed 'trash'.
(End of chapter)