Feng Lingtian activated the magic trick and threw the white beads into the air.

The white beads hang "dripped" in the air, emitting circles of soft light.

The soft light, like a scripture, enveloped layer by layer, wrapping Han Mo and Feng Lingtian in.

The space swayed, and the light around it became distorted.

Slowly, Han Mo and Feng Lingtian's figures became thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared out of thin air.

The place they were just now became empty and nothing else.

Under the "invisibility" effect of the white beads, Han Mo and Feng Lingtian, as if they were entering a no-man, quickly passed through the blockade of the Yin beast group and came to the Kowloon Hall.

The "invisible" effect of the white bead is very magical. Sometimes, Han Mo and Yin Beast brushed each other close to each other, and the Yin Beast was also unconscious and thought that a breeze blew around him.

No, there is a dead silence in Yinlong Well, where does the breeze come from?

With the pitiful brain capacity of the Yin Beasts, they can't figure out such profound philosophical problems.

They were all in confusion.

After passing through the giant arch of the Kowloon Hall, the interior of the hall suddenly became clear.

Unlike the crowded group of Yin beasts outside, the interior of the hall seemed extremely pure and empty, and no Yin beast dared to run in to disturb him.

In the center of the hall, there is a pure black stone bead.

This stone bead seems to have a living thing inside, slowly squirming.

Endless yin energy rose from the stone beads, turned into a thick black column of light, rising into the sky.

There is a cast iron gate around the stone beads and in the nine palaces, each with a heavy sealing atmosphere.

Seeing this scene, a hint of excitement flashed in Feng Lingtian's eyes.

Behind each iron gate, there is a false dragon of Yin Qi.

As long as he enters it, kills one, and obtains the Yinlong Ball, he can complete this mission.

After completing the task, his master Feng Chengshen promised him that he would help him clear the relationship and promote him to a second-generation disciple.

Once promoted to a second-generation disciple, he can truly establish his own power and have a place in the Feng family.

Instead of living under the protection of the master's wings like now.

Feng Lingtian's eyes were full of ambition.

Han Mo was relatively calm. He slowly stepped forward and prepared to choose an iron gate casually.

Anyway, behind each iron gate, there is a false dragon of Yin Qi.

It is the same as entering any iron gate.

However, Feng Lingtian screamed when he saw this. He stepped forward and stopped Han Mo.

"Han Mo, don't break freely, you must enter the seventh iron gate!"

You must enter the seventh iron gate. Is there anything else that’s wrong with it?

Han Mo's eyes froze when he heard this and asked coldly.

"Why?"

Feng Lingtian's eyes flashed with a strange light and he said seriously: "According to our research, the pseudo-dragon of the Yin Qi behind the Seventh Iron Gate is relatively weakest!"

Han Mo sneered in his heart when he heard this.

Although, Feng Lingtian tried his best to keep his tone stable when he spoke.

However, Han Mo still heard a slight fluctuation from it.

There is indeed something wrong with this seventh iron gate!

Han Mo thought to himself that the Nine Iron Gate Condensation Power Contains a powerful force of sealing, and it is obviously incompatible with the style of the entire Jiulong Hall.

It is very likely that this is not a building that originally existed in the Kowloon Hall, but a seal that someone later added.

Nine iron gates, nine peaks of the Zhengtang, nine thick iron chains, seals...

Han Mo vaguely felt that he seemed to have caught something!

If he remembers correctly, Feng Chengfeng, the head of the Feng family, is the deacon on the seventh peak of the Zhengtang.

The Seventh Peak of the Punishment Hall, the Seventh Iron Gate!

A coincidence?

hehe!

Han Mo sneered in his heart quietly.

At this time, he didn't say much and waited for Feng Lingtian's arrangements.

Feng Lingtian stared at Han Mo and found that Han Mo was not strange. He felt that his reason should have convinced the other party, and no longer thought about it. He took out the Pure Yang Golden Pill from the storage bag and handed it to Han Mo.

"This is the Pure Yang Golden Pill. You have seen it, swallow it!"

Looking at the Pure Yang Golden Pill in his hand, Han Mo felt again, his blood rushing and his blood rushing.

A desire from the depths of the soul is coming.

Every time his heart beats, it seems to echo the Pure Yang Golden Pill in his hand.

Bang bang bang bang!

The Pure Yang Golden Pill also seemed to have life, and it vibrated in Han Mo's hands. It seemed to be impatient to merge with him and stimulate the most powerful force in his bloodline!

The body of Yang God is one of the strongest physiques in all worlds!

Involuntarily, Han Mo picked up the pure yang golden elixir and was about to send it to his mouth.

Feng Lingtian opposite him sneered in his heart.

The pure Yang Golden Pill temptation to Han Mo comes from the depths of his bloodline and is irresistible!

And as long as Han Mo swallows this pure Yang golden elixir, Han Mo will get into the trap.

He is not far from his death!

A sharp cold light burst out from Feng Lingtian's eyes. At some point, a mirage bead was secretly clasped in his hand.

The mirage beads flashed with a slight light, as if recording this scene.

Seeing that the Pure Yang Golden Pill was delivered to Han Mo's mouth, he looked obsessed and couldn't extricate himself, so he was about to swallow it in one bite.

At the critical moment, Han Mo's expression suddenly changed, he regained his rationality, and his eyes struggled out of his obsession.

Han Mo actually resisted this temptation from the depths of his bloodline and kept his calm enough.

Han Mo slowly lowered his hand and put down the Pure Yang Golden Pill again.

Just such a simple action seemed to have exhausted all his mind and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Seeing this, Feng Lingtian frowned, with a hint of anxiety in his expression.

He couldn't help but speak, "Han Mo, why didn't you swallow the Pure Yang Golden Pill? What are you waiting for? Why don't you swallow it quickly?"

When Han Mo heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of light flashed as he opened and closed.

Han Mo asked in a deep voice: "What is this pure Yang Golden Pill?"

When Feng Lingtian heard this, his brows frowned even tighter and his tone became unkind.

"You care about what you do, and you can eat it. Swallow the Pure Yang Golden Pill, and you can kill the Yin Qi pseudo-dragon and obtain the Yin Dragon Ball!"

Han Mo was unmoved when he heard this and continued to ask.

"Feng Chenglang once said that the strength of the Yin Qi pseudo-dragon is equivalent to the realm of the Golden Pill! Now, I am only in the early stage of foundation building. With just one elixir, I can be upgraded to the realm of the Golden Pill?"

"No problem!" Feng Lingtian snorted heavily, with jealousy in his tone, and he spoke.

"You have a special physique! A pure yang golden elixir can stimulate the power in your bloodline, allowing you to instantly have the Taoist cultivation level of the golden elixir realm!"

The body of Yang God is so domineering!

As long as you swallow the pure yang golden elixir and stimulate the power of the yang god, you can immediately form an external elixir similar to the golden elixir in the dantian Qi sea.

The true essence Taoist practice condensed by the external elixir is equivalent to a monk at the early stage of the Golden Elixir.

This is why Feng Chenglang believed that Han Mo would definitely be able to kill the Yin Qi pseudo-dragon and obtain the Yin Dragon Ball.

However, Han Mo seemed to not believe in Feng Lingtian.

His eyes were cold, and he stared at Feng Lingtian and said coldly.
Chapter completed!