The Return of the Prison Dragon: The Stunning CEO throws himself into his arms

Chapter 38 I, Ye Qijue, want it

That purple jade slip has Tao Yun and Xuan light floating around it, obviously of extraordinary quality!

Although Ye Qijue could not understand the silver tadpole characters written on the animal skin book, he could still feel the great power of heaven and earth on it!

He looked at those two things, strode forward, and stared at Nan Xile, Mo Yang, Feng Qingchou and others around him with a faint smile.

"Everyone, Ye also wants these two things!"

In the corner of the palace, Mo Yang, the prodigy from the Qingxu Sect, suddenly changed his face when he heard this.

Why did they enter this inheritance place?

Naturally, they are competing for the inherited skills and relics of the former Holy King Lihuo!

Right now, Ye Qijue wants to take away the most valuable spiritual treasures, inheritance of martial arts, and magical powers with just one mouth. In Mo Yang's opinion, this appetite is too much!

Mo Yang, whose face was ashen, stood up at this moment.

A strong aura emerged from Mo Yang's body. He looked at Ye Qijue with an unkind look, and slowly said: "Brother Ye, you have obtained the top-grade spiritual treasure Xuanhuang Peak, and now you still want to inherit these two techniques. It would be too disrespectful to take me seriously."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingchou, who was not far away, was also shaking with the momentum around him at this moment, and the cultivation level of Zunhuang Ninth Grade roared out.

The energy and blood as blazing as the scorching sun steamed around his body, and the whole person looked as terrifying as a ferocious humanoid beast.

Without saying a word, Feng Qingchou pulled out a soul-eating nail with one hand and a small cyan cauldron with the other.

The small cauldron swelled in the wind and instantly became as big as a millstone. Then a large piece of cyan light fell from it, forming a protective shield around Feng Qingchou's body.

After doing this, Feng Qingchou raised his head. He showed annoyance and said in a cold tone: "Your appetite is too big, even a top-quality spiritual treasure is not enough!"

After seeing that Mo Yang disagreed, he naturally chose to stand up.

Although Feng Qingchou had fought against Ye Qijue before, and the scene where Ye Qijue killed Song Yun and seriously injured Zhao Houxue just now gave him a great impression and great fear and deterrence.

However, if he keeps silent, I'm afraid he will really have to watch helplessly as Ye Qijue takes away the martial arts and magical powers and the inheritance of his skills!

If Ye Qijue had waited until he took away the magical martial arts and the inheritance of Holy King Lihuo, he would have suffered a big loss this time when he entered the ruins.

In this palace, in addition to a few floating light groups, there are also some good heavenly and earthly treasures on the ground, such as precious weapon refining materials, star sand gold, ten thousand years of mysterious ice, etc., but these Lihuo Saint King's Compared with the relics, they are completely in the sky and on the earth!

The best among many treasures, Xuanhuang Peak, a top-grade spiritual treasure, has now fallen into Ye Qijue's hands, and they have no hope now.

Therefore, I had no choice but to focus on the other few good relics.

And among these relics, which of the martial arts and supernatural powers in the purple jade slips and the inheritance of skills in the animal skin book are the most precious!

After all, it is the inherited technique of the Holy King who was famous throughout Tiannan in the past and famous in the Western Regions, Eastern Wastelands and other places. It is not much worse than the magical powers of the four major sects!

In particular, Feng Qingchou suspected that the jade slip contained the flame magical power of Holy King Lihuo, Qinglian Lihuo!

In the past, Holy King Lihuo relied on Qinglian Lihuo to wave Brahma to boil the sea, collapse mountains, and kill countless high-level ferocious beasts and powerful men in the vast mountains!

Feng Qingchou naturally did not want Ye Qijue to receive the inheritance of the Holy King for no reason.

At the same time, after hearing Ye Qijue's words, Nan Xile of Miaoyin Sect's face was full of anger under the scarf.

She moved lightly, taking each step one step at a time, and soon she was in mid-air. A wisp of breeze blew up Nan Xile's black hair like a waterfall.

Nan Xile was quite unwilling to do so. Her red phoenix eyes looked at Ye Qijue with warmth and anger, and said in a cold tone: "Brother Ye, you have already obtained the top-grade spiritual treasure Xuanhuang Peak, and now you still want to compete for the inheritance of the Holy King." Things, it’s too loud!”

Nan Xile's thoughts were the same as Feng Qingchou's.

The best things have been given to you, Ye Qijue, and taking away the holy king's inheritance of skills and magical powers is simply too much.

As Nan Xile and Mo Yang stepped forward, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became murderous.

Han Yushan and Mu Rushuang, who were next to Ye Qijue, although they did not stand up this time, their expressions were a little embarrassed. They were obviously thinking that they were from the same sect as Ye Qijue, so they did not jump out to object, and of course they did not agree.

As for the remaining eighth-grade emperor-respecting monks, they are even less qualified to stand up and speak.

Even Shen Chuanting became like a quail at this time, watching the field quietly.

After taking a look at the changes in the expressions of everyone in the palace, Ye Qi couldn't help but sneered: "Ye said, I want these two things!"

The most important thing in cultivating immortality is the word struggle!

Go against heaven and fight with heaven!Compete with others!

As the saying goes, if you don’t take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences!

He came to the ruins of the Holy King and entered this place of inheritance just to compete for the relics of Holy King Lihuo, an ancient power. How could he give it to others in vain?

Thinking of this, Ye Qijue strode forward, and a terrifying sword intent burst out from his body.

The chaotic swords roared like unsheathed long swords, constantly tearing and splitting the air around them.

Ye Qijue's eighth-grade emperor's perfect aura surged out, and every pore in his body spurted out blazing immortal light at this moment, and his whole body shone brightly, like a banished immortal who descended from the immortal world!

"You all want to fight with me?" Ye Qijue's hair was blown by the strong wind, and the energy and blood in his body were surging like smoke. There was an extremely strong pressure radiating from his body in all directions.

Facing Ye Qijue's powerful pressure, Mo Yang felt as if a huge mountain was coming towards him. The huge pressure was pressing on his shoulders, making him feel like there were roots under his feet, making it difficult to move even an inch!

At this moment, Mo Yang was struggling in his heart.

He looked at Ye Qijue with a livid face. Faced with the oppression of this strong aura, Mo Yang silently calculated that his chances of winning might be slim.

In addition, Song Yun's death previously shocked him so much that Mo Yang had no desire to fight in his heart at this time.

Mo Yang snorted unwillingly, and then said in an indifferent tone: "Ah, very good, you are the first person in so many years to dare to step on my head and shit."

After finishing speaking, Mo Yang raised his hand and waved his sleeves towards the other groups of light floating in the air. After he took away a handful of high-grade spiritual treasures, he stared at Ye Qijue coldly for two seconds. Eye.

In his opinion, Ye Qijue can't be arrogant for long.

Once out, the elders of the Shenxiao Sect in the Cangmang Mountains will definitely come to trouble Ye Qijue when they learn about Song Yun's death.

"I'll let you show off for the time being!" Mo Yang thought viciously in his heart after taking off a high-grade spiritual treasure.

Seeing Mo Yang, who was about to take action just now, now he chose to keep quiet. Feng Qingchou, who was not far away, cursed in his heart a waste.

Seeing that Mo Yang failed to fight Ye Qijue, he felt a little pity in his heart.

But if he were to face Ye Qijue alone, Feng Qingchou would have no confidence that he could win.

After all, even Song Yun and Zhao Houxue were no match for Ye Qijue, and he did not want to follow in Song Yun's footsteps.