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All over the ground are the bodies of Qinglong. Linghao looks at this scene and says, "Qinglong is full of treasure. Don't waste it."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a thunder in the sky. Suddenly, the thunder came from the sky, which made people stare up.

The rain lingered, the lightning flashed, the wind howled, and the rain poured down.

"Angry?"

Linghao mumbled meaningfully, and then he went away, bent down and pulled out many dragon teeth.

There is no problem in making a magic weapon from these things.

Above the sacred vessel is the immortal vessel, then the divine vessel, and then the archaic divine vessel.

In general, many practitioners still use holy tools after reaching the immortal state, and their power is still sufficient.

But if there is a magic weapon, it can make its attack power stronger.

In half a day, many treasures of Qinglong have been pulled out, and everyone's heaven and earth bag is full.

The journey of Jiuhuang holy land is still going on. Although the road ahead is unknown, people are very firm in their faith.

Life and death have a life, and wealth is in heaven!

If you come out of the Holy Land alive, you will never have to worry about the cultivation resources in the years to come.

According to Ling Hao's analysis, there are definitely more than four major eras in the world. Maybe the archaic era is not the most distant.

From the mouth of the old man with white hair to the old age, and from the mouth of the rebellious.

It's quite possible The old age was before the old age!

Through the green forest, walk to the entrance of a underground palace.

The splendid gate is inlaid with flowers, birds, fish and water. People push the gate open together in public, and the stone path that can't be seen appears in front of them.

On both sides, there are lamps burning, and the stone steps are made of bronze.

Ling Hao's nose slightly sniffed. From the air, he smelled the smell of blood.

"Be careful, everyone."

Everyone behind nodded.

Along the way, at this moment, Linghao's prestige has become more and more lofty in the eyes of the Chen and Meng families.

The stone steps finally came to an end, and the broad hall was filled with coffins.

The black coffins are roughly estimated to have hundreds of seats, and they are placed neatly.

"What's a coffin?" Ling Hao asked doubtfully.

Previously, a young man came out of a black coffin. He was rebellious.

Here, there are so many black coffins. Who are they?

He didn't have much patience. Instead of waiting for the unknown danger, he had better take the initiative, so he directly pulled out the anti Heaven Sword and opened a coffin with one sword.

All of a sudden, the blood mist filled and a mass of blood cells rushed out.

Suddenly, he turned into a child. The child was wearing a whip and a belly pocket. His face was young. At this moment, curiosity flashed through his eyes. He touched his head and said: "who are you? Why wake me up before the catastrophe? "

"Bloody son!"

Linghao opens his mouth in a deep voice. The body of blood Lingzi is a mass of blood drops. All things in the world can open the mind. Once opened, you can practice.

So, not to mention a drop of blood, even a plant of grass can become essence.

"Why do you wake up? Have you forgotten the Lord's word? "

When the child saw Ling Hao, he was surprised.

Linghao was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "the Lord let me wake up in advance. Don't you know that?"

"What happened then Now I want to come. I'm a bit confused. Xuelingzi, can you tell me again? "

Xuelingzi sat there and laughed. He scratched his head and said, "you have changed. You used to call me blood cell. How can you call my full name?"

"Why don't you have a sin between your eyebrows?" Xuelingzi is more confused.

Ling Hao frowned a little, pondered for a moment, and said, "I really hope to know what happened in those years. Don't ask so much."