Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 553 Brother Chicken! ! (Gig)

"Who did you buy it from? The stall owner made a lot of money, so I'm afraid he ran away with the stall on his shoulders."

Ye Lin was actually teasing her, this blueprint is actually not as bad as he said.

One hundred thousand gold is the reward for the champion of the Yellow Dragon Tournament, especially for the hamster-like Feng Ying, it is a lot of money.

It's kind of funny if you buy a fake.

"Ah, cheated? Then my money..."

Feng Ying's face suddenly became depressed, as if she had been playing mahjong all night for three days and three nights, she was hungry, she had no energy, she was unable to bend over, and her arms were drooping.

"It's really rubbish? Mi Gao didn't let go of this blueprint, and then the stall owner raised the price and killed me once."

She is still not reconciled, is she still being tricked for all her enthusiasm for rice cakes?

The rice cake nestled in Mai Lu's arms snorted, jumped out and bit the blueprint, and rubbed its little hooves on it vigorously, which seemed to indicate that there was still something in it.

"Show me, you're funny again, aren't you?"

Mei Weisi reached out to take the blueprint, looked at it carefully, and gave him a blank look,
Comforting Feng Ying smiled and said: "There is a layer of dark energy sealed inside, which is extremely old and ancient."

"Antiquities? Worth the money?" Feng Ying instantly felt like chicken blood, full of energy and radiant.

The strands of black energy were deprived by Meiweisi, and the one-foot-square animal skin also slowly peeled off the impurities on the surface, and what was left was a piece of straw paper that had been smeared with magic potion, which was not rotten for a long time.

The straw paper was densely filled with small characters, and only a very narrow and long sword was depicted on the corner.

Just this hand's hidden ability and ultra-detailed annotations, it can be concluded that Mi Cake's judgment is correct. It may not be said to be profitable, but at least it is not a loss.

In the team, he was the only one who knew how to forge with one or two hands, so when Feng Ying looked pitifully and looked forward to it, Ye Lin also re-examined the blueprint.

"Materials are, shadow stones, crystals of dark elements, black iron, and some miscellaneous materials. For quenching, you need... dark potion? It must be made in the middle of the night?"

Ye Lin was stunned, the Dark Potion is an ancient specialty of Van Ness, it is sold in the Seria Chamber of Commerce, but it is usually for people to drink.

Weird forging conditions, this is obviously a sword that maximizes the dark attribute!

"The name of the weapon is, Black Knife—Dark Moon?"

A weapon that condenses the essence of darkness and tears a ray of darkness into it. When it is swung silently, it eats people's souls.

This is not a small fortune, if this blueprint is sold to Su Nan Workshop, the original price is estimated to be [-] times the original price, and Feng Ying has made a small fortune.

Suan City has a long history. Because of the recent influx of outsiders, many aborigines who have no shops will set up stalls on the street.

Therefore, there are often people who can buy high-quality but cheap equipment.

Unexpectedly, Rice Cake has the ability to recognize treasures, which is definitely the beast of auspiciousness, the lucky unicorn.

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The rice cake that instantly became a master was served by Feng Ying and Natalia, with a wine glass and a cattail leaf fan, and agreed various secret signs, such as you move your horns if it is worth money, and we will quote you which leg you stretch out money and so on.

"Mai Lu, do you still have the leaves of the silver holy tree?"

Passing the drawing to Feng Ying, she reached out and poked Mai Lu's dangling hair.

"Yes, but there are still two slices left after being eaten by rice cakes."

The silver-white leaves, the size of a baby's palm, have been picked off by Mailu for a long time, and they still maintain a fresh and tender appearance, never rotten or dry, with a faint magic power flowing.

The Guardian Clan that Tana belongs to is not only responsible for the protection of the Great Magic Circle, the Silver Sacred Tree is also one of the targets of the guards.

With the leaves of the silver sacred tree and the props to protect Gu Yu, it is very well settled.

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"If I become a ghost, please kill me, don't worry."

Moen performed a Zen ceremony with one hand, his tone was calm and calm, he had already disregarded his own life and death.

A ray of sword intent quietly spread to Moen's neck, like a steel wire tightening his throat, as if if he tried harder, blood would explode on the spot.

Moen, with a wrinkled and expressionless face, suddenly felt a burst of horror from the bottom of his heart, such a terrifying sword intent, capable of killing himself several times instantly!

The elemental chains on his body and the seal of the dragon were lifted, but in just a few breaths, the dark aura that Meiweisi deliberately emitted caused Moen to directly rise in black energy and fall into madness.

The courtyard of the dojo seemed to have suddenly fallen into the cold moon and winter season. A layer of frost quickly spread on the ground with Moen as the center point. The vegetation and flowers in the corners instantly withered, and then froze into sculptures.

The breath of death from the underworld made Gu Yu extremely excited. It was this ability from the underworld that deprived all vitality of death!

However, the complexion of Xiate who was on guard changed slightly, and she summoned Revertin with a wave of her hand, and there was an aura that made her extremely uneasy, emanating from Moen.

"If there is evil, it will be cut immediately."

The sound of vicissitudes was like the sound of magic, and the black Zen staff flew back to Moen's hand. His body was stiff and seemed to be a sculpture, like an ancient statue of bloodthirsty demon.

"Something's wrong!"

Yelin was also keenly aware that the mad Moen did not attack as expected. Although he had a hideous face, he still stood there, motionless.

Boom~
Suddenly, an invisible air wave exploded from Moen, and the cold wind mixed with black snowflakes enveloped the courtyard at dusk.

A black human-shaped phantom appeared above Moen's head. It was like wind and illusion, ethereal and erratic, and from time to time it let out low-pitched whimpers, full of ghostly aura.

"Ghosts!" Mei Weisi exclaimed in surprise.

Souls powerful enough to wander in the world without falling into the underworld are called ghosts and gods.

Moen, who is in a state of madness, has already met the conditions for the birth of ghosts and gods with his incomparable obsession.

"kill him?"

Hiat motioned to inquire, now there is still a chance to completely destroy this guy's body and soul before Moen transforms.

"No, those are secondary, you look at his feet."

Ye Lin Fu smiled wryly, this behavior was a bit reckless, although Gu Yu did gain a lot, but unexpected situations also happened.

The ground of the courtyard is paved with flat stone slabs, and the texture is very hard, but now, under Moen's feet, a pool of very smelly watery mud slowly appeared.

Ghosts and gods are powerful souls wandering in the world, but they will be hunted down by the seventh ghost god Bharashu and dragged into the underworld.

Mei Weisi also said in the morning that because of his strong obsession that "those who kill life will fall into hell", Moen's body was almost predetermined by the underworld and became a "coordinate" of the underworld.

Unexpectedly, Moen, who was about to turn into a ghost and god, would become a living "bait" because of the breath of the underworld, catching the seventh ghost and god, Bharaxiu!
The mysterious monster that swallowed Delos' 30 troops in one gulp has always been a lingering nightmare for the empire, an absolute nightmare.

It doesn't matter whether Moen is destroyed now, because the seventh ghost has opened its huge mouth, trying to swallow and drag this new ghost away.

"Back back quickly, stay away." Ye Lin's face trembled, his voice was cold.

Hiate was taken aback, it was the second time they saw Ye Lin's expression of pretending to be calm, the last time, it was the man with the mysterious round belly who appeared, one of the forms of great will.

"If you swallow Su Nan City, I will bear endless sins in my life and become the next Moen."

In the state of the holy spirit, Ye Lin, whose eyes were like lava, twitched violently at the corner of his mouth. He felt guilty and blamed himself.

Different from that great will-form, now it is purely that he is overconfident in his own strength, thinking that he can kill Moen instantly.

However, he never considered the factor of the seventh ghost, Rashu, which would drag those ghosts and gods who escaped the rules of the underworld back to hell.

Silently glanced at the sky, to prevent Bharaxiu from being devoured, he has only one way now, which is to reproduce the magic circle that Mar raised the sea of ​​sky.

As long as it succeeds even one percent, it can completely cover up Moen's aura.

The silt under Moen's feet has already grown to a diameter of three meters, but the speed will skyrocket with an incomprehensible index.

He had seen it in the Miranda Plain before, when Brash was fished out by Sha Ying, its huge mouth seemed to be able to swallow the sun, tearing off a large piece of the sky.

Afterwards, Ye Lin's figure slowly rose, and his whole body was as bright as gold, covering the sun on the western mountain. He was like the legend of the ancient planet Terra, the "God of Light and Justice" born bathed in golden light, Beyana!
Suan City, which was about to step into the night, was attracted by this dazzling figure. The imperial palace, the Suzaku Gate of the competition venue, and various streets and alleys all stared at the bright figure in the sky in amazement.

They don't know what's going on there, or what's going to happen.

In Yelin's hand, he depicted a group of golden magic circles that were so cumbersome that ordinary people would feel dizzy at a glance. They expanded and skyrocketed in an instant, until they covered the entire Suan City.

"Go back to me!"

The sound of scolding exploded throughout Su Nan.

In the blink of an eye, the magic circle collapsed like the sky and the sea, passed over the heads of the residents of Su Nan City, and then sank into the ground. This was his first attempt to reproduce the big magic circle.

The golden magic circle only appeared for less than two seconds. After being immersed in the ground, the residents of Sunan felt that nothing had happened, it was just a flash in the pan.

But in the eyes of Hyatt and the others, Moen, who had already turned into a ghost, the mud under his feet gradually stopped expanding, and the situation seemed to be improving.

Complicated and complex golden patterns firmly sealed the entrance of Balaxiu. Now the courtyard of Fengling's house has become spooky, with the wind whistling, and it has become the connection point between the underworld and Arad in a short time.

Boom~
Suddenly, a golden thread broke, and the swamp that had stopped spreading showed signs of spreading again. Ye Lin's face turned pale. He exhausted almost all the magic power in his body, but he couldn't stop the monster from appearing.

Sure enough, I still underestimated the difficulty of the big magic circle.

"Don't panic, we are here."

Meiweisi's white hair was fluttering, her pretty face was cold, Usir's physical arm appeared behind her, and she wanted to order Buraxiu to go back as the lord of the underworld.

The phantom of the dragon, the dimensional crack, the projection of the angel... In any case, if the magic circle fails to stop Buraxiu, then use absolute power to blast it back, and first minimize the loss of Su Nan.

It's a pity that Mo Mei went home, otherwise it would be safer here.

The gold thread broke one after another, and the magic circle burst faster than expected. Just when Xiaoyu couldn't help but want to make a move, Yelin suddenly made a stop gesture.

Inside the swamp, there are mysterious changes!

Zheng~!

creak~

A knife burning with blue will-o'-the-wisp emerged from the ground, easily cut through the golden magic circle, and collapsed across the board.

However, the area of ​​the swamp of death that allows Balash to appear has not expanded, but has shrunk a little.

It seems that the momentum of the seventh ghost is blocked by the mysterious existence.

This strange soul knife, just glanced at it casually, and felt that the soul seemed to be torn out, flew over to be swallowed by it, and turned into flame nourishment.

A strong arm suddenly protruded from the remaining swamp, making people extremely horrified, as if a living person was swallowed by the mud.

It is almost impossible for life to survive in the underworld, but the black armor covering the arm is obviously hell ore.

(End of this chapter)