mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 928 Killing Intent

Inside the jade box, lay a strange piece of copper quietly.There is no spiritual energy left on it, it seems to be an ordinary small copper piece.

But Qingli's gaze suddenly became serious, she opened her mouth, spit out two identical copper pieces, and dropped them into the jade box together.

In an instant, the three copper pieces were placed together, and they began to tremble slightly at the same time, as if some special restriction had been activated.

In the eager eyes of Qingli and Jin Jiaowang, three copper pieces slowly floated up, and then accompanied by a white light, a light curtain flew out from it, and a first-born unicorn appeared in the air The humanoid monster came out.

The monster first made strange movements one after another, with bright meridians flashing to indicate the operation of mana, and then suddenly made a tactic with both hands, its body suddenly became bigger, and it changed into three heads and six arms, and began to perform one after another. An earth-shattering horror supernatural power.

King Jin Jiao and Qingli watched without blinking, for fear that they might miss any details.

After nearly half an hour, the one-horned monster in the light curtain stopped moving and disappeared out of thin air.

As for the three Brahma saints' authentic pieces, it seemed as if all the internal strength had been exhausted in one breath, and they fell directly into the jade box, without a trace of extraordinary features.

Qing Li exhaled slowly, closed the jade box, couldn't help pinching the center of her eyebrows and said: "This is the "Three Brahma Holy Art"?"

Although the light curtain just now didn't show much, it actually recorded the flow of every trace of spiritual energy and the change of every inch of meridian. It can be said that the whole is a complete and obscure top-level exercise.

Memorizing so many things in one breath made Qingli feel embarrassed!
"That's right! This is the "Three Brahma Holy Art"!" King Jin Jiao's voice trembled with excitement.

At this moment, no matter of seizing power, no matter of power falling aside, no threat from his own clan, nothing can compare to the shock and joy in his heart.

This is the "Three Brahma Sacred Art", a township treasure passed down by the Yaozu since ancient times!

For tens of thousands of years, this "Three Vatican Holy Works" has been scattered all over the place, and it has long since disappeared from the hands of the demon clan. of any practical significance.

but now!This "Three Vatican Holy Works" has reappeared in the hands of his Golden Flood King!
These alone are nothing, the important thing is that this "Three Vatican Holy Art" really lives up to its title of the treasure of the monster clan, just looking at the performance in the picture, King Jinjiao can imagine these things How terrifying is the power of supernatural powers!
When he has mastered the "Three Vatican Holy Skills", then let alone the old 狻猊 beast that is about to die, even if it is the two tenth-level 狻猊 beasts going together, why would he be afraid?

what does that mean? !What does this mean? !

Just thinking about it, King Jin Jiao was trembling with excitement.If it wasn't for the fact that Qingli was still in front of him, he would have been laughing uncontrollably!

But then, looking at Qing Li's slightly disgusted and tired expression, King Jin Jiao calmed down instantly.

In addition to him, the young Jiaolong in front of him, whose supernatural powers were still higher than his, also saw the "Three Vatican Holy Works"!
In an instant, the killing intent in King Jin Jiao's heart began to boil uncontrollably!

Before today, he had mixed thoughts about this young dragon, but now, after witnessing the terrifying power of the "Three Vatican Holy Art", the killing intent in Jin Jiao King's heart is unprecedented purely!
The time limit for that old 狻猊 beast is approaching, and after he has mastered the "Three Vatican Holy Skills", that young [-]th-level 狻猊 beast is absolutely impossible to be his opponent.In this way, it seems useless to keep the blue glass, but it will bring disaster to yourself!
King Jin Jiao was originally a heroic character, and the evil thoughts that had been suppressed by him, after seeing the "Three Vatican Holy Art" with his own eyes, quickly emerged at a speed that no one expected.

Qingli seemed to have noticed something, and opened her eyes in an instant. Above the horns of the five-colored dragon, chaotic lightning mixed with pure dragon power instantly combined into a terrifying coercion high above her body, like mountains and seas reversed. pour!
King Jin Jiao took a step back almost subconsciously, and then an indescribable sense of frustration and shame emerged from his heart, like two poisonous snakes gnawing at his self-esteem.

Gritting his teeth, King Jin Jiao subconsciously wanted to stare back, only to see that Qing Li had already handed over the jade box silently.

"Patriarch, accept it."

If it was before today, perhaps the Golden Flood King would feel a little comfort from Qingli's rare respectful attitude.But now, he just felt that he, the patriarch, didn't get the slightest respect from Qingli, but was like a doll that she played with.

King Jin Jiao had too many things to say in his heart, but all the words fell into his throat, but only became one sentence.

"Okay, you go down first, and I will catch you tonight."

King Jin Jiao took the jade box calmly, his tone so indifferent that he even jumped.

Qing Li glanced at him, then turned and left silently.

Looking at her seemingly undefended back, the hands of King Jin Jiao are behind his back, already covered in pure gold, and his sharp claws are soaring!
However, until Qingli stepped through the huge bronze gate like a city wall, King Jin Jiao still didn't have the courage to attack her.

He was recalling the shocking blow on Biling Island at that time, and thinking about the probability of himself surviving this blow.

As a result, there is no chance.

King Jin Jiao watched her go silently, his gaze was low and peaceful.

……

Qingli walked out of the gilded splendid palace, when an eighth-level Chijiao at the door saw her coming out, he quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "I'm going down to Chiwu, and I pay my respects to Fellow Daoist Qing."

The eighth-level red dragon's voice was slightly deep, but it carried a hoarse and strange charm, it was actually a female dragon.

Qing Li glanced at her and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Chiwu grinned, showing his mouth full of fangs.

"Fellow Daoist Qing may need a guide when he arrives at Long Island for the first time. I have settled in Long Island for thousands of years, and I dare not say that I know the entire Long Island well. At least I know some of the more famous places. It should be able to help friends."

Qing Li was not used to facing this kind of kindness, so she immediately smiled unnaturally, and turned around to ask: "Friend Equator, if I want to find a place to live in Long Island, where should I go?"

Chi Wu couldn't hide his excited smile and said: "The entire Dragon Island is the territory of the Jiaolong clan, and there are at least thousands of spiritual veins on it. From the tail of the dragon to the head of the dragon, the quality of the veins is from low to high. The same is true of Jiaolong's cultivation. With the cultivation of fellow Taoist, it is enough to open up a cave on Longshou Mountain!"

"Thousands of years, there is only one patriarch who can have such an honor."

(End of this chapter)