C320

Qingyun square.

The air of killing all around, with a strong destructive force, rushed to all around. One of the disciples woke up from the cultivation state. One of them was tense, and immediately ran the aura in his body crazily, and then resisted the erosion of the air of killing all around the square.

With the resistance, all the disciples were shocked to find that the aura in the body became more and more solid. The solid from the oppressed was very concise, like refined steel, full of strength.

"Aura becomes more and more solid."

"Me too. I feel the aura in my body has been condensed a lot."

Ling Jian knelt on the stone pillar and felt the collision between the burial sword and the seal inside the stone pillar. His heart was awe inspiring, and a sense of potential crisis filled his mind. However, when he realized that the sealed things inside were not as terrible as he had imagined, but after the surging of wansha Qi, his heart was shrinking slowly And go, and then gradually relax.

"It seems that the spirit of wansha is really a treasure to suppress fierce animals."

The obvious effect of wansha Qi makes Ling Jian confident and confident. The idea of sword spirit is contained in wansha Qi, and the sword spirit is directly controlled by Ling Jian's idea. Although Ling Jian can't penetrate the seal and see the situation inside, it can be felt that the sword spirit gathered by wansha Qi is like rain They fell down one after another.

Under the sweeping and scouring of Dao Qi, the sealed things in it are also like going through baptism, as if they are completely permeated by Dao Qi and influenced by Dao soul.

This scene makes Ling Jian feel at ease. In this case, as long as there is no accident, after the baptism of Dao Qi, the sealed things will gradually become part of the burial Dao.

As soon as he thought about it, Ling Jian's heart and soul were restrained, and his blood light and wings trembled behind him. He rolled down from the clouds and landed on the ground. The blood wave surged. Ling Jian's body seemed to be run out of the blood wave, and it was very natural and unrestrained.

Ling Jian looks at the disciples of Qingyun who are sitting with their knees crossed one after another. After perceiving the air of killing all around, he nods his head secretly. After looking far away, he suddenly feels something. He glances at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, where there is a faint wind breaking.

"Here they are."

Ling Jian's feet touched the ground a little, and immediately rose up. With blood light, he ran directly into the hall of zongmen and sat on the throne in the hall.

One hand taps the armrest, appears extremely carefree, slowly waiting.

A moment later, in Qingyun square, three figures came out from the banquet. After three figures appeared in the square, they were also aware of the changes on the square. They were startled and immediately took back their eyes. After looking at each other, they all quickly entered the zongmen hall.

"Ha ha, the third elder of Yaozong, you are all right."

After the three men stepped into the hall of zongmen, Ling Jian suddenly stood up from the throne and walked down leisurely. He looked at the three elders of Yaozong who were walking in quickly, with a gentle smile on his pretty face.

The three elders of Yaozong also smile to meet Ling Jian's eyes. However, in their minds, they don't think that the youth is just a gentle and elegant existence because of the smile on the youth's face. On the contrary, if they touch the youth's scales, the youth who looks warm and gentle like sunshine is definitely more important than Shura Terrible.

So far, it is impossible for the three elders to forget the scene of killing the monk by combining the power of the array.

"Little Lord."

Sanlao chuckled, and was immediately given a seat by the youth.

After the seat was given, Ling Jian also sat back on the throne, but he went straight in, looking at the three elders of the medicine sect and said, "three adults, are the herbs ready?"

"Yes, young master, the three most precious materials for refining immortal Heiyan pill, heiming liquid, huoliaocao and leijing, have been prepared. The rest are some auxiliary materials. Take them all."

Yaoming said with a smile.

"What is the total quantity?"

Ling Jian was shocked when he heard the words. According to his understanding, the three most precious materials for refining immortal Heiyan pill are very rare, especially the last kind of Lei Jing.

"One hundred is not a problem, and one can be refined into about ten pieces without accident."

Master Yao Yuan said with a smile. The muscles on his face moved slightly. Obviously, this amount is also amazing. Once the immortal black inflammation pill is refined, it will bring a lot of benefits.

"Let me have a look at Lei Jing first."

When Ling Jian heard the words, he seemed calm. On the young man's handsome cheek, he was not surprised at all. Instead, he was insipid.

"I have Lei Jing, the size of longan. How do you feel?"

With a wave of his hand, yaoxuan rolled out a bag from his sleeve. The mouth of the bag trembled. A thunder covered longan was directly exposed in the main hall of Qingyun sect. The power of thunder and fire contained in it was extremely powerful and full of power."So big?"

Ling Jian's eyes changed and blinked. The subtle voice came out from the bottom of his heart, and he said with a smile.

"Is that enough?"

"If it's not enough, for the sake of immortal Heiyan pill, we can still find it."

The medicine Ming adult complains, immediately laughs a way.

"Enough."

Ling Jian waved one hand and nodded, not to mention not as big as longan, even if it was just the size of palm, the youth also had a way to make immortal Heiyan pill..

"Don't worry, three adults. The pills will come out soon. We'll inform you then."

"By the way, this time when we were collecting these medicinal materials, our medicine sect came across a long sword with broken marks. There was amazing sword spirit at the broken part of the sword. It seemed that it was cut by Zhuxian sword."

Lord Yao Xuan thought for a moment, took out a piece of incomplete sword from his sleeve, and put it in the void in front of him.

"Yes?"

Ling Jian looked at the blade released by Lord Yao Xuan. He was surprised. His eyes swept the sword fiercely. It was a short sword without a hilt. The hilt was cut off by a sharp object. There was a strange wave on it. Just like what Lord Yao Xuan said, this wave really came from the breath of Zhuxian sword.

"Where did this sword come from?"

Ling Jian said in a deep voice. When he saw the "face" on the sword body under the hilt, his face suddenly changed.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!