The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Qilang's face was extremely horrified, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness.

His five elements belong to gold, and the sloughed snake skin is also a second-grade top gold defensive spiritual weapon after being sacrificed. If he can get that day's Mo Jinjing, he has a chance to be promoted to a magic weapon.

In this way, the promotion of the natal thing can also feed back his own cultivation, relying on this opportunity to enter the state of integration.

Now he felt the thick golden aura dissipating from the ground, and the only explanation was that the two female cultivators had dug out the sky-mok gold crystals.

How can it be? !
No matter how outstanding their combat power is, their cultivation is only at the early stage of transformation and the late stage of Nascent Soul. How did they really get the golden crystal in a short period of time?

He immediately transformed back into the body of a dragon, and roared with astonishing anger. He flicked his tail and bombarded towards the entrance of the ore vein with terrifying force, but was stopped by a layer of brown glow.

It's a formation!
A strong fear rose between his pupils, could it be that the saber cultivator or sword cultivator is still a formation master?
The next moment the brownish-yellow light dissipated, and the empty sky showed the whole picture of the formation. The large discs formed by several light patterns were connected to each other, and they circulated power with each other, suddenly dozens of golden cones shot out.

call out!
Several times in succession, his dragon body had no time to shrink, and his huge body made it difficult for him to block it. With a sharp force, the golden cone broke through the protection of the scales and penetrated into the flesh and blood.

"Roar!"

His body is the body of a dragon after being baptized by the sky thunder. Snakes are fake dragons, but only a very small number of snakes have a shallow and useless trace of dragon blood in their bodies. The direction has changed, so it can also master some of the incomplete true dragon magical powers.

He let out an angry roar, golden light flourished around him, and the runes flickered and condensed into an incomplete dragon shape, but it seemed to be carrying infinite power and ruthlessly bombarded the formation.

Tiny cracks appeared on the discs that made up the formation, which surprised Helian Jiucheng. Some of the supernatural powers mastered by this monster are masters of the dragon clan. .

If this dragon monster has enough chances, he can practice for another thousand years, promote one after another to become a body and return to the void, and use the power of thunder to refine his bloodline and body, maybe he can really become the all-powerful dragon monster king.

But now it's not enough.

Two women and one fox broke through the formation, Pei Xihe stood in the air, her eyes glowed with black gold, the blood of the god black in her body was surging, and the coercion of the demon god suddenly and completely erupted.

"The golden crystal has already been absorbed by our refining process. If you don't retreat this time, I won't hold back if you fight over there again."

Pei Xihe and Ming Linlang had joined forces to fight this dragon before, because of the extraordinary body of the dragon, it was his mind to sharpen his swordsmanship, which never triggered the blood coercion like an innate advantage.

Jiaolong Qilang only felt his own blood vessels tremble wildly, even the thin trace of dragon blood kept away from the woman's aura.

Demon God!

This idea suddenly appeared in his mind, the female cultivator in front of him actually possessed the blood of the demon god, even the dragon clan, only a true dragon born with pure dragon blood was worthy of being called the vein of the "demon god".

At this moment, Qilang's mana was suddenly suppressed, and he would quickly collapse if he wanted to mobilize it.

This is why the supremacy of blood is believed in the Yaozu.

People with ordinary and messy bloodlines tend to live a mediocre life. Even if the demon who has the chance to change his life against the sky and successfully escapes the shackles of bloodlines, he will have to bear extraordinary luck and pay unimaginable hardships.

At this moment, as soon as Pei Xihe unleashed the power of the divine crow, he understood that if the female sword cultivator didn't make a move, he would definitely be no match for the sword cultivator.

He was angry and depressed, and stormy waves rolled up in his heart.

But the Flood Dragon finally calmed down. If he acted recklessly, he could only die here. This cultivator didn't have the ruthless intention of killing himself completely, but left him a choice.

The skills are not as good as others, and it was because of my own calculation of the time before that I made a mistake, so I can only admit failure this time.

Complicated emotions flashed in his Jiaolong pupils, but he finally said unwillingly: "I have been digging for more than a month before you two came here, and you two took it for nothing, how can Jiao Jiao swallow this breath."

Pei Xihe frowned slightly, and Ming Linlang also had a chilly expression on his face. It seemed that this dragon was unwilling to let it go.

That can only be done, but they are not afraid.

And suddenly a breath fell in the field, the person came with a bit of white holy light, the radiance was born from his skin, the halo was natural, and a sense of peace and tranquility arose in people's hearts.

His facial features are picturesque, although there is no inch of black hair on his head, but there is a red golden Buddhist seal between his brows, his eyes are as calm as blue water, he is dressed in a dark golden cassock, and he clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha" .

Pei Xihe didn't recognize this person, but Ming Linlang did.

She took a step forward, frowning slightly.

"Buddha is ignorant, so I don't know how you came here?"

Within a hundred years, Tianfozong ushered in a Buddha who was born with a Buddha body. He was born with a Buddha body, a dust-free heart, a Brahma bone, and a transparent soul. dust.

In the previous Zongmen Grand Competition, he also easily won the top seven in the Jindan mid-term battle, which is really a gift from heaven.

Today's aura is already solid in the late Nascent Soul, and it is much more stable than Ming Linlang's aura, after all, she is nearly half a year older than her.

Although Wuming devotes himself to comprehending Buddhism and ignoring ordinary things, Tianfozong has a unique status, and he can't be completely free from chaos in this world. He also knows the sword of Kunlun.

"Good, it was His Excellency Kunlun Jianzi."

As for Pei Xihe next to her, who was not well-known because of the weak lineage of the Yiyuan Dao, he didn't know it.

The ignorant face is kind, and there is a hint of compassion.

"The two benefactors and His Excellency Jiaolong, the poor monk came here and heard a thing or two. It must be because of the dispute that Jin Jing started. He basically knows the cause and effect from the conversation just now. Why don't you listen to the poor monk?"

Pei Xihe's face was slightly cold: "I didn't know that the dignified Buddhist disciples of the Buddhist sect would have the hobby of listening to people's corners."

This person hid aside just now, but Pei Xihe didn't notice his trace, it was because she had a higher level than him.

The natural psychic power seems to have lost its omnipotent effect, and this ability is enough to make her fearful.

There was a bit of sneering and aggressiveness in her words, but there was no guilt, shame or anger or panic on his ignorant face. His face was still calm, giving people a sense of cleansing and tranquility as if the moon was reflected in a secluded pool.

"The almsgiver, please calm down. I just came here and heard the conversations of you all. It is really the poor monk's offense. If the almsgiver has any punishment, the poor monk will be convinced."

He frankly admits and is willing to be punished for this, which really has the unrestrained style of a gentleman.

Ming Linlang patted Pei Xihe's shoulder lightly, indicating that she would come to have a conversation with him. After all, she might as well understand the background of this Buddha's ignorance and the many outside comments on him.

"What did the Buddha want to say?"

Wuming chuckled lightly and said, "Why don't you turn hostility into friendship?"