Comprehension Dragon Soul

Xiaolong poked his head out from Si Minglang's arms, and he glanced at the water dripping sword. After having the Yulong sword, the water dripping sword looked just ordinary. He snorted and said: " No one has recognized the owner of this sword since the auction. She is obviously a monk of the water system and can use it by herself, so has she planned for such a day?" Si Minglang shook his head at him. Miss, he can't see through it either, and always feels it's very inconsistent.

During the short period of time when Si Minglang negotiated with Sun Jingyu, the battle situation in the sky has become anxious.Miss Shi's seemingly random sword before, was actually the result of her secret accumulation of strength when she came out of the inn, and finally used it with great difficulty.In this abnormal state, the sword that was at the peak of her energy and spirit really brought a lot of trouble to the opponent, but after that, her strength gradually dissipated, and the pain in her abdomen became more and more obvious-now she is really the weakest It's time.

The Queen Mother Yan, who is the spokesperson of the god, is at the peak of her aura. At every moment, mortals who can't help being tempted fall under her skirts. There are so many monks gathered in the city, and some people have revealed to her one after another. Loyal, and then with the help of the power given to him by the so-called gods, he began to deal with his former enemies.Bloody terror spread throughout Yandu.

Under the pressure of the remaining power of the monks' fighting, mortals who feel that their lives are in danger and are terrified can only turn to the gods for help at this time, so more and more people have been transformed by her, and the power in their hands The bigger she gets, the stronger her followers become, and more and more monks want to gain power from her...

For her, it's a virtuous cycle.She could feel that the bottleneck that blocked her from advancing to a higher level had gradually disappeared, and she could almost fully grasp the power that could almost destroy the world—that was the feeling of the pulse condensing period.Under the blessing of the gods, her realm far surpassed the initial stage of pulse condensing, and she could almost touch the barrier of the perfect state of condensing pulse.

With the blessing of the realm, her casting speed is getting faster and faster, and she can deal with the attacks of others more easily. Sometimes she doesn't even need to use too much mana, just hit the node of the opponent's spell with one blow, and she can kill the menacing monster. Taoism was completely defeated.

This is the feeling, this is the feeling of being a god, everything is under control!The golden light on the Empress Dowager Yan's body became more and more intense, almost blinding people's eyes, and finally flashed suddenly, the dazzling golden light almost disappeared without a trace, but the Empress Dowager Yan's body was covered with a thin golden veil ——It was transformed from the golden light just now.

Xiaolong gritted his teeth: "Not good, she has formed an aura of spiritual light, this is a form of the power of devotion obtained by spiritual cultivation, and it is infinitely useful for spiritual cultivation..." He paused, looking very curious Appearance: "Isn't she Princess Yan, why did she become a spiritual cultivator again?"

Si Minglang pressed Ao Rui's head into his arms again, and said coldly: "Perhaps Princess Yan, when she was seriously ill at the beginning, but recovered due to the blessing of the gods, she has already changed herself." He said quickly: "Someone is coming, you should hide it."

In Yandu, because the spiritual cultivator has controlled these people for a short time and has not spent time in sacrifice, the monks who have been planted with faith now have very obvious characteristics on the surface—or A layer of red light, or a reddened eye, will have at least one of the two characteristics.

When Si Minglang asked Ao Rui to hide it well, two monks with blood-stained weapons appeared in front of him. Si Minglang still thought they looked familiar. One was the man who sold Siming Lang Gengjin Qi, One was the monk who insisted on raising the price when Si Minglang wanted to buy Yulongjian.

These two people are not completely fascinated by their minds at the moment, they still have wisdom and the ability to think.They seemed to have known each other a long time ago. At this moment, they gathered around Si Minglang to block Si Minglang's exit. From the slow movement of his hands and the way they looked at each other, it was obvious that they had a tacit understanding.

After they received the blessing, they were all monks who were comparable to the fifth level of Qi training stage. They thought that it would be no problem for them to deal with a monk like Si Minglang who seemed to be only at the third level of Qi training alone, let alone two people. Together, they had long regarded Si Minglang as a dead man.

Among them, the man who sold Gengjin Jingqi to Siming Lang chuckled: "This kid has bought things from me twice, and those two things are just rags no matter how you look at them, but this kid doesn't look stupid, I'm afraid The master left the treasure." He raised his long knife and said with a sinister smile: "If you return those two treasures and explain clearly how powerful these treasures are, how about I let your life go?"

"I don't think that's a very good idea." Si Minglang didn't even need to take out his Yulong Sword, he just slapped two palms, and the two short-sighted monks spurted a mouthful of blood respectively. Flying out, the man who was in charge of raising the price with Si Minglang reacted much faster than his companion. He slapped his companion with a knife, and he retreated faster with the help of his strength!

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a vague figure had already stood in front of him, holding a long sword and guarding it—almost by the man's own strength, he smashed his body into the sword, and the blade It was so sharp that it almost split him in half from the waist.And the betrayed accomplice who was kicked by him spat out a big mouthful of blood cursingly, saw him like this before laughing, and fell silent under Si Minglang's sword.

This is the first time Si Minglang has killed someone in this world.This Yulong Sword was sharper and more terrifying than he thought, and it was a weapon specially made for killing.He chopped two people down in a row just now, but not even a drop of blood stained the pure white blade.

Si Minglang could almost be said to be able to handle the monks below the foundation establishment stage with ease, but the battle in the sky was almost completely suppressed by the Queen Mother of Yan. As long as she made every move, the opponent would definitely win She was seriously injured and vomiting blood, but a small part of the monks' attacks on her couldn't even break through the gauze on her body-this gap in strength was simply desperate.

Different from the nervousness of the monks, on the high platform where the monks of the Foundation Establishment Period may reach at any time, two mortals are having a conversation that may be the last in their lives.

Of course King Yan knew his fiancée, but he knew how much his marriage represented an exchange of benefits, and also knew how much the other party was dissatisfied with this marriage, so naturally he never thought that Sun Jingyu would come to him at this time.He looked at the girl with unfamiliar features but always made him feel a little familiar, and said softly, "Why did you come?"

On this viewing platform facing the coercion of the Queen Mother of Yan, the people who knelt on the ground first all looked pious now, and the closer they were to the Queen Mother of Yan, the more crazy they became.He even ignored the possibility of being affected by the battle of the monks in the foundation period - one of them had been cut off half of his body by a spiritual light, but he was still smiling and muttering prayers before he died, and others didn't care at all his death.

In the sky, the disturbing music played by the Queen Mother Yan to the monks who established the foundation can be heard clearly on the viewing platform.Under such circumstances, King Yan was able to stand all the time without kneeling on the ground, which shows that he has a firm mind. If he had spiritual roots, he would have been scrambled by various cultivation sects. This is a good seed worth cultivating.

Sun Jingyu just looked at him indifferently: "Don't you want to ask God for anything?" King Yan turned his gaze to the audience, where there were countless devout mortals and fanatical monks who were going to gather here. Under the blessing of a god, I got what I wanted.King Yan's face was indifferent: "This god, since he can't bring the dead back to life, what's the use of me begging him?"

Sun Jingyi's voice was a little trembling: "The person you are referring to is..." King Yan gave her a strange look, thinking that he had no luck today, and it was impossible to continue the engagement with her, so he spoke his heart out: " My mother, with..." King Yan is not stupid, he has already guessed that the queen mother of King Yan above is definitely not his mother, and he said with a look of sadness in his eyes: "With someone you don't know A little girl surnamed Bai." This is the original surname of the soul in Sun Jingyu's body.

It's great, it turns out that I'm not the only one who still remembers and misses it.

The girl with a pale complexion was now stained with red on her cheeks. She took a deep breath, tears welling up in her eyes: "Erlang's words are enough." Before King Yan could react, "Sun Jingyu" had already Pulling out a gleaming dagger from her waist, she slit her throat, and blood gushed out of her wound like a fountain.King Yan chewed the phrase "Erlang" over and over in his heart, subconsciously trying to stop her, but was swung away by "Sun Jingyu".

She poked her finger into the cut flesh, but Sun Jingyu's face showed no signs of pain. She groped for a bit at her collarbone, and then showed a little joy: "I found it." She seemed to have clasped a ring, The blush on her face had long since disappeared due to blood loss, and she looked at King Yan with a gentle expression, and at this moment, there was also a bit of sadness and relief.

King Yan watched the girl helplessly, and pulled out a long sword from her own body. The long sword that looked like a white bone looked more terrifying than all the swords King Yan had seen before. , The fierce aura that mortals can't see radiated from the sword.

After dealing with the two uninvited guests, the magic weapon of storage was searched from them - the huge storage stick that was temporarily inconvenient to hold, was emptied by Si Minglang, and the magic weapon was temporarily kept in the on the ground.

Si Minglang, whose mind was all attracted by the battle of the foundation-building monks in the sky, was worried about the battle situation where two foundation-building monks were beaten one after the other in the sky, vomiting blood and falling down, and then he sensed the fierce aura.

Before he could ask, Xiaolong had already said with a serious face: "That's right, that's also a Yulong sword."