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Chapter 117 I sent seven Suzerains to their graves in one day

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    "Why should I trade with you?" The old man's eyes became more and more gloomy.

    "You have no choice!" Qin Yang took a step forward and sneered: "Do you think you trapped me here before, and I can't deal with you? Am I a bully?

    Do you think that I don't know that this place is the place where you bred your offspring and is your base camp?

    You think I don't know, if I die here, the ray of innate qi that I have refined and integrated into my body will break out in all likelihood, and will be pulled by the breath at that time.

    How can you fight against the spirit that is conceived in death, that ray of innate aura that was born from heaven and earth and contains the vitality of heaven and earth before it was opened?

    At that time, you will be wiped out under the sweep of breath!  Genocide!  "

    Qin Yang stepped forward step by step, and the old man retreated step by step, his eyes trembled, full of astonishment, he pointed at Qin Yang, his arms trembled for a while, but he couldn't say a word.

    Qin Yang took a light breath, calmed down, and then lowered his voice.

    "Actually, I know it all. I know that you are spirits without flesh.  It's hard to figure out something good, and I don't have that much time to spend with you, so I didn't bother you after I came out, it doesn't mean I don't have the ability."

    "As long as that green-horned ox outside comes in, we can help you trap him to death." Mao Lao was silent for a long time, and spoke slowly.

    "No, I'm going to kill him!" Qin Yang flatly refused, and then changed the topic: "Since it's a deal, I will naturally give you the benefits you need most, mixed with a drop of my most pure true essence blood, other  There must be a trace of innate breath in it, others can't feel it, but you must be able to feel it clearly, even if this trace of breath is weak, after a long time, if you take it into your body bit by bit, you won't fall into such an embarrassing situation in the future  situation."

    "This" Mao just wanted to refuse, but when he heard the words behind him, he immediately changed the topic, and his eyes burst into bright eyes: "Deal!"

    They are the spirits conceived in death, they are essentially death, and they are naturally opposed to vitality, and Qin Yang carries that ray of innate energy, which can be said to be the highest vitality in nature, and only a trace of energy is involved, and then  Let them die from the ground up.

    This has nothing to do with the strength that can be exerted at all, this is the natural extreme restraint.

    This drop of Qin Yang is mixed with the essence of true essence and blood. Even though the innate aura contained in it is extremely weak and insignificant, it is the most suitable for these spirits. They can get used to this aura for many years, until finally,  Slowly absorb a trace into your body.

    At that time, at least not, just existing in the same space, dragged by the air machine, will kill itself.

    And now, only in the dream world of the Nightmare Tapir can this kind of air traction be completely cut off, or in other words, in the dream world, air traction can be directly set as untenable.

    Changing the rules of the world is the scary thing about the dream world of the nightmare. After all, is it a dream? Everything is possible. This place is false, but it is also real. It crosses the barriers between the two, and this is the most terrifying place.

    It was because of this that the guy with the green horned bull head was brought in.

    Only here is it possible to fight back and at the same time know something that you want to know.

    After reaching a deal with the old man, Qin Yang didn't bother him too much, but immediately squeezed out a little blood, compatible with his most quintessential true essence, and turned it into a crystal-clear purple-red crystal the size of a small fingernail  .

    It's just that when rubbing your hands, no one knows that the pickup skill was activated silently, and it was picked up again with the pickup skill.

    Then throw it to the old man.

    "This is a reward, pay first."

    Mao Lao held the purple-red crystal, his eyes were full of excitement, his nose twitched, and he kept sniffing.

    "That's right, although it's weak, it's just right. No matter how strong it is, we and the rest of the tribe won't be able to get close at all. Don't worry, as long as that person can come in, no matter how long it takes, we will always be at your service."

    The old man hugged the crystal happily and left, Qin Yang narrowed his eyes and showed a smile.

    Giving rewards before doing things can indeed mobilize enthusiasm, but who knows if these spirits will have other thoughts, and it is necessary to keep a hand.

    As long as they have no malicious intentions, this is naturally the fairest deal, and everyone is happy.

    Just wait now, that green-horned bull has come to the door.

    hopeDon't be too stupid to make people wait too long

    Outside the desert mausoleum, the green-horned ox showed its real body and forcibly pierced through the mausoleum's protection from a distance. When he rushed here, he found that Qin Yang had long since disappeared.

    Staring at the golden statue and the gate made of gold at the end, he let out a roar, and immediately revealed his real body, stepping on the sky with his hooves, as if he was about to crush the entire desert.

    In an instant, the gust of wind stopped suddenly, the flying sand solidified, and the eighteen golden statues all raised their heads, looked at the huge hooves that fell above their heads, and showed a sneering smile.

    The cow's hooves engulfed the general trend, as if the whole world was stepped under its feet, and it was smashed to pieces. When such a mighty force fell three feet above the desert, it stopped abruptly, as if someone forcibly cut off the scene behind it.  They all froze there.

    In the desert, the yellow sand is overflowing, the golden wind is rustling, everything is as before, but the green horned ox retreats three steps in a row, and the figure of a thousand feet tall almost falls under these three steps.  into another mausoleum.

    "Boom"

    At this time, I saw a circle of ripples around the desert, which turned into a shock wave and spread out suddenly. In the surrounding area of ??twenty or thirty miles, all the formation restrictions of the mausoleum were activated.

    Only the desert mausoleum remained intact and unchanged.

    Even those golden statues that seemed to be raising their heads and laughing have been restored to their original state.

    The Qinghorn Bull was panting heavily, his eyes were red, and there were two streams of white gas in his nostrils, wheezing and wheezing continuously.

    After taking a few deep breaths, Qingjiao Niu slowly regained his sanity in his eyes, suppressed his anger, swayed, dispersed his real body, turned into a height of ten feet, and stepped into the desert.

    "Where is this place? According to what the young master said, it is the so-called three holy sects in Huliang, and it is not as dangerous as this place. With my strength, I will fight to the death and show a trace of real strength, unless I meet the three sects."  Suzerain, otherwise there must be a way to survive, even if it is a master who is weaker than the suzerain, in a life-and-death struggle, it is not certain who will live and who will die

    Only in this way will the soldiers take risks and directly arrest them by force, but here, even the young master has never expected

    No wonder this Qin Yang can't be found, and Qin Tian Baojian is useless, so he is hiding in such a desperate place, this son is really as cunning as a fox, unexpected!  "

    Qingjiao Niu's complexion was solemn, and he muttered to himself. In the big cow's eyes, the divine light shone. He looked at everything around him, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

    The sky is full of death, covering the sky, and there are extremely dangerous mausoleums everywhere. Within thirty miles, there are three of them.  warning sign.

    Qingjiao Niu didn't dare to forcefully break through the formation, so he stepped forward to have a look, only then did he see a storage bag half-buried in the golden sand under one of the golden statues

    On the other side, in the dream world, Qin Yang and Mao Lao squatted together, holding hands together, looking at the picture in the water mirror in front of them.

    "He finally found out" Mao Lao secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it's just a foreign monster with the strength of the spirit platform, if you kill it, you can kill it

    "The suzerain and the like can't beat it, so you are still so crazy, you dare to appear on the stage like this, aren't you afraid of falling into a box?" Qin Yang sneered, then his expression froze suddenly, and he counted with his fingers.

    That's right, there are seven genuine suzerains buried by Lao Tzu in one day!  Plus there are at least a dozen of them with comparable strength.

    Can you still be afraid of this monster who can't even beat the suzerain?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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