Chapter 1150

Among the mountains and gullies, there is a sense of desolation. It's quiet. Many spirit beasts of the imperial vault pass through the sky from time to time, casting shadows of different sizes into the pool below.

However, all the passing spirit beasts, when they are more than 100 Zhang above the pool, are far away, as if they are afraid of bumping into something.

"This mountain array of six grades is a bit like that. It's easy to hide from the king's dome level spirit beast, and its hardness is no less than that of the first-order throne level spirit beast." Ji Yan stroked the mountain and murmured to himself.

Of course, in his eyes, the unreal mountain peak, in the eyes of spirit beasts and other people, is extremely solid, as if it were real.

This dharma array was not made by him, but by the liupin array mage who was invited by black cave cliff for a large price.

In the pool below.

In the center of the whirlpool, Xiao Yang's eyes were slightly closed, his hands were negative, and his face was very quiet.

The whirling pool of water poured into his body crazily, and the surging energy was absorbed by the strange tree and transferred to the fruits of the spiritual gate.

Around the fruit, the light floats slowly.

If there is a strong one again, he will be shocked to find that those little lights are actually the rudiment of the origin of the throne. It's really shocking to hear that a nine level spirit emperor can bear such a large amount of energy.

With his eyes closed tightly, Xiao Yang's brows sometimes wrinkled and sometimes loosened. It seemed that it was not easy. Only he knew how painful he was.

"This process will take at least three years." Ji Yan looks down, and his eyes flicker. The cohesion of the origin of the throne is the most troublesome thing for the king of spirit. It takes decades for some throne level spirit beasts to unite the origin of the throne.

Otherwise, there will not be so many spirit kings, stuck in a certain level for life, unable to enter.

Three years seems to be a long time. As long as Xiao Yang can condense the origin of the throne, it will not be a loss. Moreover, he does not know how many strong people there are, and he would like to exchange with him.

"Take advantage of this time, just feel the array. It's not easy to get the hundred array spectrum. You can't just waste it like this. In case the soul power soars a level, I don't know how many array mages you want to envy."

Ji Yan happily reads the hundred array spectrum. His pursuit of strength is far less than his desire for array. As long as he has the hundred array spectrum in hand, he can not eat or drink, and feel crazy.

Three years passed quietly.

However, compared with the tranquility here, the black cave cliff is not so tranquil. After learning that his three elders died in the black cave cliff, many powerful men of bone gate came down in a fierce manner, and as soon as they appeared, the lion opened his mouth and asked for the compensation of millions of spirit jade.

For Yao Suo's debt, the black cave cliff naturally did not want to settle, so the furious bone gate strongman tore his face to declare war on the spot.

This war is three years.

"Boom!"

The space above the black cave cliff is suddenly broken. A black skeleton with black atmosphere collides with a huge ghost butterfly with two wings. The space within a radius of ten thousand feet nearby collapses directly, breaking into dark cracks.

"Collision between throne level spirit beasts!"

All the strong people who pass by the black cave cliff are numb. Although there are many throne level spirit beasts in the ghost world, they are still rare.

This kind of collision, ordinary spirit emperor involved, will definitely die on the spot.

"Yao Qinglin, even the poison of Jiuyou hanyuanjiao didn't kill you. Your life is harder than a stone." The old man who stepped on the ghost bone butterfly spoke indifferently.

Dongli, the supreme elder of the bone gate, is also the only spiritual king of the bone gate.

"You're not dead. How can I go first?" With a sneer, Yao Qinglin looks down. The strong man of bone gate and the spirit emperor of black cave cliff are fighting mercilessly.

The sound of psychic explosion, and the roar of roar, ring out one after another.

"If it had not been for the black cave gate, we would have given you help." In the eyes of Dong lie, a touch of cold passed by.

The master of Qingye gate, named Yang Ye, was a student of Qingming Lingyuan. After graduation, he stayed near the Lingyuan to develop and set up a strong Qingye gate.

What's more, I don't know what kind of luck Yang ye had. After three days in a Jedi, he made a breakthrough to the Ninth level of the spirit emperor.

Since then, the rapid development of the green leaf gate has attracted many high-level spirit emperors to join. In a faint sense, they were able to fight with some old forces. At the first time after the outbreak of the yugumen war on the black cave cliff, they immediately rushed to the ghost world to support the black cave cliff.

"No way, who let me have a good grandson." Yao Qinglin grinned: "your grandson seems to be called Dongmu. It's said that after he was abandoned, he died in the forbidden zone. I don't know whether it's true or not."

"Yao Qinglin, you want to die." East lie eyes a cold, East Dusk's death, is his permanent pain.At that time, he happened to be closed. As a result, his favorite grandson died in the zone of no way. From then on, he kept Xiao Yang's name firmly in his heart.

It was Xiao Yang who killed Dongmu!

"Can you kill me?" Yao Qinglin laughed.

"Yao Qinglin, you are proud too early." In the corner of his mouth, Dongli drew a cold radian: "I'm not afraid to tell you that my son Dongling will soon break through the king of spirit. If there is no accident, today, at that time, your precious grandson's green leaf gate will be swept away, and your black cave cliff will be no exception."

"What?"

Yao Qinglin's face suddenly changes. Yao you and others below are shocked. The current leader of bone gate, Dongling, will soon become the king of spirit?

"Boom!"

Yao Qinglin's face is stiff as a bright dark light rises from a distant place, while Yao you and others are still breathing, and a strong sense of despair emerges in their hearts.

Someone has become the king of spirit.

That man, only Dongling!

"Ha ha!" Looking at the shocked faces of Yao Qinglin and others, Dong Li laughed: "Yao Qinglin, I'd like to see what you take to fight with me. From today on, black cave cliff will be removed from the ghost underworld forever!"

"Yang Ye!" The old palm in Yao Qinglin's sleeve robe trembles. At this time, Yang Ye is taking people to fight against the remaining strong men of bone gate. Dongling breaks through the king of spirit, and the only thing waiting for him is death.

"Take your life, old man." Dong lie Yin looks at Yao Qinglin: "what you love most are Yang Ye and Yao you. Don't worry. After destroying the black cave cliff, I will break Yang Ye's arms and throw them into the mine to be slaves. As for your beautiful granddaughter, I will send them to the spring night to be insulted by thousands of people, ha ha!"

Gently biting his red lips, Yao you looks pale.

Black cave cliff, is it really going to die.

"Ghost bone butterfly, kill!" Dong Li points to Yao Qinglin and sneers at him.

It's the next moment.

"Bang!"

The white bone dregs splashed from the front of the huge body of the bone butterfly, and a dark sickle blade passed through it directly, together with Dongli, forming a string.

All the people in the black cave cliff and bone gate are staring at the sky, and Yao Qinglin above is also stunned.

What happened?

"Yes Who is it... " The blood in the mouth sprays, East lie difficult turn head, a black robe hunting spirit beast, cold of probe stretch right arm, dark chain, winding on the arm.

Behind the king of night, a handsome young man stepped out slowly with a smile on his face.

"San Xiu, Xiao Yang."