Chapter 995

Put the Spirit Crystal into the mouth of red flame, Xiao Yang looks at the huge Phoenix. Although the spirit skill of fire phoenix rising sun is powerful, if it can match the essence and blood of Fire Phoenix, its power will rise again.

"Wow

The blazing white flame erupted from the mouth of the red flame and wrapped the whole Phoenix in it. Half a quarter of an hour later, the huge body of the latter disappeared, leaving only three purple blood drops in the air.

The blood drop is like fire, releasing the extremely terrible high temperature. The air nearby is illusory.

"Only three drops?" Xiao Yang was speechless for a while.

How huge is the size of the Phoenix in the burning moon, which only contains three drops of blood essence?

"Three drops is good enough." Red frost moon curled her lips and said, "there are four drops of the one she used before, that is, the true Phoenix's blood in her body is strong enough to condense so many. Like my purple Fire Phoenix, she can produce a complete drop even if she is dead."

"No wonder." Xiao Yang suddenly.

With these three drops of fire phoenix essence and blood, even if the red flame can fight against the green ghost demon at dusk now, it won't take more than three months.

Two pieces of spiritual power, let him improve greatly, and should get a piece of Twilight zero, is weakened by the corresponding, the gap between the two, instantly narrowed.

So now it seems that the so-called period of March is still higher than the twilight.

Take out a glass bottle and put the essence and blood of Huofeng in it. Xiao Yang stops for a while again, and immediately separates from Tang Honglian and hongshuangyue.

It's getting closer to the opening day of wushuangcheng. Before long, they will meet again.

"Shua!"

With the departure of Xiao Yang and others, shenhuang mountain is calm again. The flames are surging, and a fire devil is derived from it, wandering aimlessly on the mountain.

In the next period of time, Xiao Yang was not idle.

He looked around for a powerful spirit war, which made several spirit beasts show a little vain spirit power due to breakthrough, and gradually stabilized.

Soon, the desolate Wushuang City ushered in the opening day.

The shadows, like locusts in the sky, gathered around Wushuang city. The expressions on many people's faces were quite serious.

After entering Wushuang City, the competition will be more intense. I don't know how many people will be buried because of the fragments of Shenling mausoleum they carry with them.

"Shua!"

Falling steadily on the ground, Xiao Yang walked towards the majestic ancient city.

Around the ancient city, there is an ancient city. Although the ancient city has been desolate for a long time, there is a puppet left behind by Shenling gate, which continues to carry out its mission.

As long as you carry a specific item, you can exchange it for the fragments of the mausoleum.

Although others don't know its identity, the ink master in Xiao Yang's empty world stone can see through it at a glance.

In the ancient city, there are many voices.

Wearing a black robe, Xiao Yang slowly passed through the crowd. A moment later, an old man in coarse linen appeared at the end of the road.

Sitting on the ground, the old man's face was indifferent, and the back of his right hand was as dry as bark.

"I have three Edelweiss!"

"Master, I have 100 Tianlei pearls to exchange!"

The faces of the people around the old man were respectful. They obviously didn't know that the old man was actually a puppet.

In their eyes, the old man is a super strong man, because a few months ago, a five level spirit emperor who offended the old man and wanted to trade at a high price was shot and killed by one of his fingers.

Since then, no one has dared to be reckless here.

"Wait, this puppet..." Approaching Xiao Yang, his heart suddenly burst.

The old man's puppet gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if there was a certain connection between this puppet and him.

"Well?"

The coarse linen clothes trembled, and a fine light flashed in the old man's eyes. The back of his left hand, with the palm facing upward, suddenly burst into flames.

It's an ancient word

"Less..."

The old man's voice was very hoarse, only a word sound came out, and then there was no sound, and the faces of the people around him were all in the color of consternation.

Old man, did you just say something?

Since entering shenlingtian, no one has ever seen the old man speak!

"I have 200 Lei Ling grasses here. It's reasonable to exchange them for 200000 pieces of Shenling mausoleum." Walking in front of the old man, Xiao Yang politely stretched out his right hand, on which the dense leiling grass suspended.

Knowing the identity of the old man, Xiao Yang was just a puppet, so although he was polite, he was not as respectful as others around him.

Looking up at Xiao Yang, the old man's turbid eyes flashed a deep, then nodded slowly, stroked the empty stone between his waist, and wanted to take out the fragments of Shenling.

"All the fragments of the sacred mausoleum in this puppet stone are transmitted through the stele of the sacred mausoleum. The original gate of the sacred mausoleum had such a complete operation system." Mo Shi sighed. Such a big hand usually only appeared in the imperial state. I didn't expect that the northern region had its own power."Wow

The old man's right hand spread out, 200000 pieces of Shenling fragments, just like a still golden hurricane, which is really spectacular. Many people around him are surprised to see Xiao Yang.

Thunder spirit grass only grows on wanlei mountain. There are many powerful spirit beasts in that mountain. Even if the fifth level spirit emperor goes there, he will not be able to retreat.

Therefore, almost all of them labeled Xiao Yang as invincible.

"Pa!"

Just when Xiao Yanggang was about to give Lei lingcao to the old man, a tough whip suddenly broke through the air and swung down heavily, making a deep mark on the ground.

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Yang, who flashed over the whip, turned his cold eyes and looked at the holder of the whip.

It was a tall woman with a tight black dress and a white face. It was just delicate, but the cold hanging on it destroyed some feelings.

"I'll take the Lei Ling grass in your hand. I can add ten thousand more on the basis of two hundred thousand pieces of the tomb." The woman glanced at Xiao Yang. Her voice could not hide her coldness and arrogance.

As for Xiao Yang, why she didn't let out the whip immediately was the first thing she was worried about.

She didn't want to shout, and she didn't dare to destroy the fragments of Shenling in the old man's hands, so she chose to draw to Xiao Yang.

"There are many pieces of ten thousand tombs." Xiao Yang's expressionless face looks at the woman. If he didn't hide fast just now, his face would definitely be cracked and his flesh would turn over.

"She seems to be Yan Lu."

"Yan Liang's sister? I said, "why do you look so familiar?"

"Yan Liang? Of all the holders of the red stone ring, which one is the strongest? "

Hearing the comments around, the expression on the woman's face became more arrogant. She sneered and said: "too little? I know that people like you, who do not see rabbits, do not scatter eagles, dream of taking more advantage of them. Well, who makes me in urgent need of Lei Ling grass? Then I'll satisfy you. Ten thousand, two hundred and twenty thousand will be enough? "

His face was covered with indifference. Xiao Yang held Lei lingcao in his hand. A word without any emotion came out of his mouth.

"Go away."