The big black ferocious face kept deforming, and the screams became more and more sad. When the golden dragon cauldron appeared, Ye Wenlong's figure also appeared, but Yinxiang was completely involved in the Qing Dynasty in the final struggle.
In the flame whirlpool, it became the furnace material for Xiaolong. There was a terrifying roar and the crashing sound of the small cauldron. But not long after, everything returned to calm. The golden dragon cauldron made a bang, and a
A shiny black bead as big as a soybean flew up. Ye Wenlong caught it in the palm of his hand with one move. The pure and attributeless soul power came from the bead, which instantly lifted people's spirits.
"What kind of nightmare is this? The soul power is too weak, but it can be used by practitioners in the Qi refining stage." Ye Wenlong looked at the shocked Yin and Yang ghosts and put away the small black beads.
He was relieved to catch up with these two old ghosts. As long as they were not allowed to destroy the Source Ice Gang Qi used to suppress the Tianyan poison in Zhao Xuerou's body, he didn't have to rush so much. He just took the opportunity to delay it.
The dragon spiritual power consumed in the ice and snow storm just now was replenished.
These yin and yang ghosts are like evil cultivators. One is at the early stage of the golden elixir, and the other is at the peak of the early stage of the golden elixir. They are both super strong men who are equivalent to the early stage of the good warrior. If he were in the late stage of the spiritual dragon realm, he would have faced such a powerful person.
He had no choice but to escape, but with his pure understanding of the law of space and his advancement to the peak of the Spiritual Dragon Realm, he was not very afraid of the two of them. And since he had just broken one of Yin Gui's legs with a sword, the opponent's combat effectiveness would definitely be reduced.
To take a step back, even if he knew he was outmatched, he would not allow these two old ghosts to enter the Source Ice Cave to harm Zhao Xuerou. That was his absolute rebellion.
The dragon has reverse scales, if you touch it you will die!
"Refining Soul Transformation Technique, Soul Refiner!" Yang Gui muttered after being shocked, still feeling unbelievable.
Although alchemists and alchemists are rare, they still occupy a certain proportion. However, soul refiners and soul refiners have been the most mysterious existences since ancient times. Even if there are 10,000 alchemists, there may not be one soul refiner.
Master. The alchemist uses medicine to enter the elixir, while the soul refiner uses the soul to enter the elixir. Like the small black beads that Ye Wenlong just obtained from refining the nightmare soul, they are soul-generating elixirs without attributes. For monks, that is
It is a great tonic that can be used to restore mental strength, compensate for damage to the soul, etc. It is extremely precious.
Generally, souls are conscious and have attributes. The souls like Yinmai have the powerful consciousness of Yinmai and have evil attributes. Even if ordinary people can subdue it, it is difficult to use it. If not, there will still be a large proportion of people using it.
It suffered backlash. But the Soul Pill is different. Although it is refined from the soul, the consciousness, consciousness attributes and even the impurities contained in it have been refined and erased, and what is left is the purest.
Soul power can be directly absorbed by monks, just like spiritual stones.
"Boy, who are you? Since you still have some talent, as long as you kneel down and kowtow to us three times, I promise to give you a way out." Although the white-faced Yang Gui did not take Ye Wenlong's strength seriously
He took it to heart, but he also wanted to recruit. Having a soul refiner by his side was like carrying a super cornucopia. He believed that as long as Ye Wenlong was used by their brothers, once they obtained the "Kong Ming Yin Yang Jue", at most
In thirty to fifty years, he is sure to reach the perfection of the Golden Elixir, and within a hundred years, he is more certain to reach the Nascent Soul.
As for the fact that this kid chopped off one of Lao Er's legs, it's not a big deal at all, it's just a minor injury.
"Boss, we can't let him go. He has refined my nightmare. I will cut him into pieces!" the black-faced ghost said in a sinister manner.
"Hehe, Brother, if we catch him and keep him with us to refine the soul pill, what do you think then? You still have the final say?" White-faced Yang Gui said with a smile.
The black-faced man smiled sinisterly, and a sinister cold light burst out from his innocent black eyes: "The boss is still thoughtful. Leave this kid to me. If he doesn't know what to do, let me loosen his bones first and let him go."
He has a long memory, and it is his great 'honour' to offend us, both yin and yang ghosts."
"Are you two done talking nonsense?" Ye Wenlong smiled calmly and said: "Two evil cultivators who can't see the light dare to talk shamelessly here. They want me to kneel down and kowtow. You are still far away. You are an ugly old ghost with a black face. Don't do it.
If you are so powerful, why did I cut off one of your legs?"
"Boy, you are just looking for torture. Since you want to be tortured, I will help you!" The black-faced ghost jumped up like a dog whose tail was stepped on. He pressed the magic formula and a black strange pestle appeared in front of him.
In his hand, the strange pestle was only two feet long. The head of the pestle was a hollow oval ball the size of a fist. The top of the pestle was inlaid with a blood-colored gem. He did not rush forward. He pointed the strange pestle at Ye Wenlong and muttered something in his mouth.
Ye Wenlong and Xiaolong had learned about the fighting methods of monks. How could they give him a chance to complete the spell? When the black-faced ghost chanted the spell and swung the strange pestle, he suddenly flew out like lightning and flew into the air halfway.
His left leg flew into the air and struck at the strange black-faced pestle.
"Tie up the demon rope!"
The strongest thing a monk has is true energy and magic weapon. The reason why Taoist Qifeng dares to confront Ye Wenlong is because Taoist Qifeng also started practicing good martial arts. For monks, he is the most afraid and disliked.
It's a close hand-to-hand combat, not because of fear, but because the physical difference is too great. It is extremely stupid for them to fight head-on with others, so how can a black-faced evil ghost form a close attack for him, and stand alone with one leg?
Holding a strange pestle in his left hand, he raised his right hand, and a black light danced like a thunder snake.
The demon-binding rope was activated very quickly, and only then did Ye Wenlong react. The rope flashing with strange runes was already in front of him.
"kill!"
A fierce murderous intention flashed in Ye Wenlong's eyes. Just when the rope that bound the demon was about to touch his body, his figure suddenly disappeared. The black-faced evil ghost suddenly felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't care less about the spell.
After saying this, he ignored the rope that bound the demon and retreated like lightning.
"laugh"
But it was too late, his independent legs had only been bent halfway, and a ray of cold light had already penetrated from his Dantian. He had a dark face and a sinister core. He felt that the true energy in his body was flowing away quickly, and Ye Wenlong regained his strength.
The sword was twisted and picked, and the dark-faced ghost's Dantian was completely destroyed. When he was picked again, a golden ball as big as a little finger jumped out. Ye Wenlong didn't even look at it, and just sent it to him.
Enter the Dragon Ball space.
It is the golden elixir condensed by the golden elixir monk. This thing is a priceless treasure. Originally, it was impossible for Ye Wenlong to take away the golden elixir based on the relationship between the monk and the golden elixir. Even if he took it away, the monk could use the golden elixir to interact with himself.
The connection between them brings it back.
However, Ye Wenlong's movements were too fast. He teleported, broke his Dantian with a sword, forcibly took out the golden elixir and immediately sent it into the Dragon Ball space. As soon as the golden elixir entered the Dragon Ball space, it immediately lost contact with the black-faced ghost.
There is no way, the Dragon Ball space is not an ordinary space compression bag, nor is it a higher-level storage ring, but a dragon spirit world that recognizes its master. Not to mention the monks at the Golden Core stage, even the Nascent Soul stage will not feel it.
When it comes out, the golden elixir immediately becomes an "ownerless" thing as soon as it enters the Dragon Ball space.
"I will destroy you!" The black-faced ghost was angry, hateful and horrified. He used the strange pestle as a weapon and smashed it down at Ye Wenlong.
"hiss"
A ray of cold light passed by, a human head flew out, and the strange pestle also reached Ye Wenlong's hand. The body of the black-faced ghost flew upside down more than ten meters away and fell to the ground, turning into a headless corpse.
But the black head that rolled down dozens of meters away had its eyes wide open and refused to close its eyes.
The extremely indestructible black-faced ghost, until the time he died, he still couldn't figure out how he was tricked. He hadn't even used one of his abilities, so he died like this? He was unwilling to die.
Not reconciled either.
However, what Ye Wenlong wanted was this effect. Taking advantage of the opponent's indolence and neglect, he would find an opportunity to kill one of them first, leaving the other one behind and then deal with it slowly. And according to his estimation, the second elder was looking for this yin and yang pair.
The ghost's attempt to assassinate Zhao Xuerou must have something to do with the skills practiced by these two old ghosts. He attacked one of them first, and then even if he lost to the white-faced ghost, he had a better chance of saving Zhao Xuerou.
The whole process was like lightning. From the moment Ye Wenlong teleported and took action until the body of the black-faced ghost fell to the ground, it only took two or three breaths. When the white-faced ghost who was originally there noticed something was wrong, the black-faced ghost had already changed his head.
Even the golden elixir was taken away by Ye Wenlong.
"Space teleportation! I underestimate you. You are able to master such magical powers at such a young age. Who are you? You are neither a good warrior nor a monk. How can you master such powerful magical powers? As far as I know,
There is no one as big as you among the children of the Zhao family." White-faced Yang Gui was secretly shocked, and his face began to look serious.
Of course, he is not afraid of Ye Wenlong, but he is interested in Ye Wenlong's secret technique of refining the soul-producing pill and the small golden cauldron used to refine the soul-producing pill.
He is interested in taking away the magic weapon without leaking any information. This kid has the magical power of teleportation. Unless he is caught or killed, once he escapes, it is impossible for him to catch him again on the Zhao family's territory.
With the white-faced Yanggui's knowledge and cultivation, he still didn't know the existence of the inner world. Ip Manlong's dragon spirit space was transformed into the dragon lotus space, and then the dragon lotus space was transformed into the dragon bead space. This was the original dragon spirit space.
Integrating into Ye Wenlong's body becomes a change in the inner world, and therein lies the secret of the Shenlong Clan's treasure house. Even Aotian himself is not very clear about this.
"Haha, it doesn't matter who I am, old white face. For the sake of old black face's golden elixir, if you get out right now, I can pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise..." Ye Wenlong calmly said
Looking at the white-faced Yang Guidao incomparably, the majestic momentum was crushed out. He also frantically mobilized the dragon's pressure contained in his blood. The powerful momentum that changed the world was as ruthless as the violent waves.
He rushed towards the white-faced Yang Gui and rushed away.
At that moment, his momentum and coercion were vaguely superior to that of the white-faced Yanggui. The white-faced Yanggui's expression became more solemn, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes...
