Soon after, the two came to the outskirts of the secret cache.
Outside the secret treasure, the spiritual mist is thick and thick, making it blurry and difficult to see clearly.
Yang Xiaobao, holding the jade talisman, shuttled through the fog and quickly penetrated deep.
Deep in the mist, there was a roar.
"Brother Yang, we have gone deep into the heart 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 and mist, he could vaguely see streams of light passing by, bright and dazzling.
"Um."
Yang Xiaobao nodded slightly.
There are many dangers in this fog, and Yang Xiaobao is also cautious.
The mist was rolling and boiling, constantly eroding their clothes, skin and flesh, emitting a putrid smell.
But the strange thing is that there are rays of light emerging from the bodies of the two people, pushing out the fog.
"Huh? Brother Zhao, your body seems to have changed?"
Suddenly, Yang Xiaobao noticed something strange.
He was surprised to find that Zhao Feng's body exuded a faint luster, as if he was wearing a magical armor.
"What's this?"
Zhao Feng lowered his head and looked at it.
At this time, he discovered that the surface of his skin was covered with scales, glowing with a cold sheen.
"This is... a dragon-marked battle body?"
Yang Xiaobao exclaimed.
"Dragon-marked battle body?"
Zhao Feng was puzzled when he heard this unfamiliar word.
"Brother Zhao, you don't even know about the Dragon Pattern Battle Body?" Yang Xiaobao looked at Zhao Feng in shock, looking at Zhao Feng with a strange expression, and explained, "This is a very overbearing system."
"According to the legend of my ancestors, in the ancient prehistoric era, a true dragon crossed the galaxy and came to the earth's secular world, taking away a sacred stone..."
Yang Xiaobao talked about it and told Zhao Feng the efficacy of the sacred stone.
"Sacred Stone?"
Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows.
"The sacred stone is the essence of heaven and earth. It has sacred power and can baptize the mortal body..." Yang Xiaobao talked eloquently.
"So, I can also practice the Dragon Clan's skills?" Zhao Feng asked.
He had long noticed that there was a strange power dormant in his body.
"Of course."
Yang Xiaobao nodded affirmatively, then, he stared at Zhao Feng and chuckled, "The Dragon Blood Art of the Dragon Clan is very suitable for your practice."
"Do you want to learn?" Zhao Feng asked.
"Think about it."
Yang Xiaobao replied without hesitation.
"All right."
Zhao Feng shrugged his shoulders and casually said a few basic dragon clan skills and formulas.
"Holy shit, it's all right?"
Yang Xiaobao was stunned and his eyes widened immediately.
He originally just asked with the intention of giving it a try. But he didn't expect that Zhao Feng was really right.
At this moment, he sighed secretly in his heart.
As expected of a direct descendant of the Zhao family, he is indeed different from others.
"Brother Zhao, I have something I want to ask you."
Then, Yang Xiaobao rubbed his palms and said awkwardly.
"What?"
Zhao Feng asked.
"Actually, it's nothing. It's mainly about some understanding of martial arts and spiritual arts. I would like to ask Brother Zhao, which of these two spiritual arts do you know?" Yang Xiaobao scratched his head.
Although he received a fragment of spiritual arts, he was not familiar with spiritual arts and had only briefly studied it.
"Spiritual magic?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng was stunned and looked suspicious.
In my memory, this seems to be a spiritual art created by a certain god, and is called a low-grade spiritual art of the Immortal level.
"Not bad." Yang Xiaobao nodded.
Zhao Feng suddenly realized.
It turned out to be a spiritual art created by a god.
This is not unusual.
In the world of immortality, gods possess unpredictable majesty and are aloof, and the spells they create are countless times more advanced than ordinary people's spells.
Therefore, gods are respected by people.
However, on the earth, the gods have disappeared, and the things left by these gods have gradually lost their value.
"The dragon-marked battle body is the highest bloodline of the dragon clan. This kind of bloodline is extremely rare and must not be wasted." Zhao Feng warned.
"Brother Zhao, don't worry, I understand."
Yang Xiaobao nodded and became more active.
Zhao Feng's words brought him some inspiration invisibly.
"The dragon-marked battle body is the highest bloodline. My dragon-marked battle body has not completed its transformation and cannot exert the true power of the dragon-marked battle body."
Yang Xiaobao murmured.
Then, he took out the jade talisman and activated the spiritual energy.
In an instant, the jade talisman bloomed, illuminating the surrounding scene.
Deep in the mist, roars resounded, fierce birds were flying, monsters roared...
"I'll wipe it, what the hell is that?"
Suddenly, a dazzling red light flashed, which surprised Yang Xiaobao and made him jump.
At this time, an urgent voice sounded in Yang Xiaobao's mind.
"What's going on?"
Yang Xiaobao frowned and couldn't react at all.
At this moment, a giant red python sprang out from the depths of the mist and swooped down on Yang Xiaobao in an instant.
It opened its bloody mouth and spit out venom, trying to swallow Yang Xiaobao.
"The evil beast is looking for death!"
Yang Xiaobao flew into a rage and punched out with a brilliant golden light, which collided with the giant python and knocked it back.
But then, several giant snakes came out and attacked Yang Xiaobao.