Not long after, the two came to the secret hiding periphery.
The secretly hidden outside is filled with spiritual mist, filled with thick spiritual mist, making people blurred their sight and unable to see clearly.
Yang Xiaobao held the jade talisman in his hand, shuttled through the fog, quickly penetrated deeper.
There was a roar deep in the fog.
"Brother Yang, we have already penetrated deep into the abdomen of the valley and are about to reach the core area. Be careful."
Zhao Feng said in a deep voice.
His eyes were sharp, and through the clouds, he could vaguely see flowing light passing by, dazzling and dazzling.
"Um."
Yang Xiaobao nodded slightly.
There are many crises in this fog, and Yang Xiaobao is also careful.
The fog was boiling, constantly eroding the clothes and flesh of the two, and odor was emitting a rotten smell.
But what is strange is that rays of light appeared in the bodies of the two, excluding the fog.
"Huh? Brother Zhao, your body seems to have changed?"
Suddenly, Yang Xiaobao discovered something unusual.
He was surprised to find that Zhao Feng's body emitted a faint luster, as if he was wearing a magical armor.
"What's this?"
Zhao Feng looked down at him.
At this time, he found that the surface of his skin was covered with scales, with a cold luster.
"Is this... the dragon pattern battle body?"
Yang Xiaobao exclaimed.
"Dragon pattern battle body?"
When Zhao Feng heard this strange word, he wondered.
"Brother Zhao, you don't even know the dragon pattern battle body?" Yang Xiaobao was stunned, looked at Zhao Feng with a strange look, and explained, "This is a very domineering system."
"According to the legend of my ancestors, in the ancient times, a real dragon crossed the universe and galaxy, descended to the secular world of the earth, and took away a divine stone..."
Yang Xiaobao told Zhao Feng about the efficacy of the divine stone.
"Divine Stone?"
Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows.
"The divine stone is the essence of heaven and earth, with sacred power, and can baptize the body of mortals..." Yang Xiaobao talked eruditely.
"So, I can also practice the dragon clan's martial arts?" Zhao Feng asked.
He had long noticed that there was a strange force dormant in his body.
"Of course."
Yang Xiaobao nodded for sure, and then he stared at Zhao Feng and laughed, "The Dragon Blood Technique of the Dragon Clan is very suitable for you to practice."
"Do you want to learn?" Zhao Feng asked.
"Think of it."
Yang Xiaobao replied without hesitation.
"All right."
Zhao Feng shrugged and casually said a few basic martial arts formulas of the Dragon Clan.
"Damn, it's all right?"
Yang Xiaobao was stunned and his eyes widened.
He was just asking questions with the psychological attitude of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that Zhao Feng was really right.
At this moment, he sighed in his heart.
He is indeed a direct descendant of the Zhao family, and he is indeed different from others.
"Brother Zhao, I have some things, I want to ask you for advice."
Immediately afterwards, Yang Xiaobao rubbed his palms and said a little embarrassedly.
"What?"
Zhao Feng asked.
"Actually, it's nothing. It's mainly about some understanding of martial arts and spiritual skills. I would like to ask Brother Zhao, which of these two spiritual skills do you know?" Yang Xiaobao scratched his head.
Although he got a subdivision of spiritual arts, he was not familiar with spiritual arts, so he just learned it briefly.
"Spiritual Art?"
Hearing this, Zhao Feng was stunned and showed suspicion.
In memory, this seems to belong to the spiritual art created by a certain god, and is called the Immortal-level low-grade spiritual art.
"Not bad." Yang Xiaobao nodded.
Zhao Feng suddenly realized.
It turned out to be a spiritual technique created by a god.
This is not unusual.
In the world of immortal cultivation, gods have unpredictable majesty and are above all else, and the spells they create are countless times higher than those of ordinary people.
Therefore, the gods are respected.
However, on earth, the gods disappeared, and the things left by these gods gradually lost their value.
"The dragon pattern battle body is the highest bloodline of the dragon clan. This bloodline is extremely rare and must not be wasted." Zhao Feng reminded.
"Brother Zhao, don't worry, I understand."
Yang Xiaobao nodded and became active.
Zhao Feng's words invisibly brought him some inspiration.
"The dragon pattern battle body is the highest bloodline. My dragon pattern battle body has not yet completed its transformation and cannot exert the true power of the dragon pattern battle body."
Yang Xiaobao murmured.
Then, he took out the jade talisman and activated the spiritual energy.
In an instant, the jade talisman shines brightly, illuminating the surrounding scenery.
In the depths of the fog, roars resounded, ferocious birds flying, and monsters roaring angrily...
"Damn, what the hell is that?"
Suddenly, a dazzling red light flashed, which surprised Yang Xiaobao and was startled.
At this time, a rapid voice sounded in Yang Xiaobao's mind.
"What's going on?"
Yang Xiaobao frowned and couldn't react at all.
At this moment, a red giant python rushed out from the depths of the fog and instantly slaughtered at Yang Xiaobao.
It opened its bloody mouth and spewed out venom, trying to swallow Yang Xiaobao.
"The evil beast is looking for death!"
Yang Xiaobao was furious and punched out with a punch. The golden light collided with the giant python and knocked it back.
But then, several giant snakes culled out and attacked Yang Xiaobao.
"Damn it!"
Yang Xiaobao cursed and turned around and ran away.