Super door-to-door dragon-in-law

Chapter 1050 Offerings
Xiao Lang wasn't worried about his own safety, but he was a little worried about Wu Ling'er.

After all, astrology makes things happen, often unexpectedly.

He didn't dare to kill Xiao Lang for fear of affecting the future, but he didn't have any scruples about killing the insignificant Wu Ling'er.

Xiao Lang started refining the weapon.

Xiaopan controls the universal weapon furnace, and if you want a token, you only need to enter the data.

However, it was somewhat difficult for Xiao Lang to refine a seventh-grade immortal weapon.

After all, his brain domain hasn't been repaired yet.

The Hall of True Spirits is under construction.

In order to prevent people from being invaded, Xiao Lang spared no effort and condensed 20 runes to form a rune matrix to replace the Hall of True Spirits.

The reason why the Yellow Emperor didn't search for the soul was because he felt the terrifying aura of the Soul Refining Art.

Three days passed in a flash.

Xiao Lang was honest and refined tokens.

It was a success in the end.

He suddenly felt a sense of defeat.

Xiao Pan traveled across time, and in just 12 years, he had completely mastered the weapon furnace.

Refining a seventh-rank fairy weapon is only a snap of the fingers.

I mastered the art of craftsman, the art of refining the soul, and refining a sixth-grade magic weapon, but it took a full three days, and I almost died of exhaustion.

Compared with manpower and machinery, the gap is too big.

He decided that after going back this time, he must go to Paradise Island to restore the eighteen refining furnaces.

Even if it's not as good as the small-pan universal refining furnace, at least it's much easier than manpower.

Emperor Xuanyuan and Qinglong came on time.

Outside the tent, there are more than a dozen eighth-rank masters.

They expand the field.

Even if Xiao Lang is an eighth-rank master, he can't use the technique of piercing the void.

Because the surrounding area has been completely blocked.

"What do I want?"

Emperor Xuanyuan got straight to the point.

"I can give you the token, what about Linger?"

Xiao Lang didn't see Wu Ling'er, so his heart sank.

"Give me the token, and I, Ji Xuanyuan, won't go back on my word."

The professors of this era seem to be influenced by the ancient humanistic environment, and they are more honest and trustworthy.

Xiao Lang handed over the token helplessly.

Emperor Xuanyuan's face was full of disgust: "As expected, you still hate alchemy and artifacts as always. It's just a sixth-grade magic weapon, but it's so ugly that it's hard to see."

Xiao Lang's head was full of black lines.

How dare this guy look down on his art of refining weapons?

If it weren't for my lack of cultivation, wouldn't it be a mere sixth-grade magic weapon?

Qinglong looked at Xiao Lang curiously, but his face was also full of disdain.

"You can't refine even a token, it's a shame."

"Even Nascent Soul hasn't condensed for so long, this qualification is too rubbish."

He looked down on Xiao Lang at all.

Xiao Lang rolled his eyes.

This guy, who was later killed and killed, had a miserable end.

It is estimated that it has a lot to do with his unscrupulous character.

Xiao Lang originally felt a little guilty.

Now fully balanced.

Emperor Xuanyuan's true spirit detected it, and input real energy to activate it.

But it was flashing red.

"You are sensible, you didn't fool me with fake products."

Blinking red light means there is no connection, not an error.

After all, at this moment Xiao Lang has not obtained the status of an administrator.

The two worlds of Yin and Yang have not merged together.

If he can give birth to the induction, then it is really a ghost.

"In three days, the Yanhuang tribe will have a decisive battle with the Jiuli tribe. I don't have time to take care of you. For safety's sake, I decided to send you to a good place."

Emperor Xuanyuan especially emphasized the word "good place".

When Xiao Lang heard it, his heart tightened.

Obviously, this place is definitely not a really nice place.

Qinglong sneered, stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Lang.

The powerful true energy instantly sealed Xiao Lang's cultivation.

Xiao Lang didn't resist, because at this moment Qinglong was in his prime.

With a rank nine cultivation base, even if Xiao Lang summoned the King of Hades Armor, he couldn't be his opponent.

Qinglong seemed to be lifting a chicken, and said with a strange smile: "Xiao Lang, come with me, your sister Ling'er is already waiting for you."

Xiao Lang snorted coldly and shut up.

Anyway, this guy didn't end well in the end, so I couldn't bear to get angry with him.

With a clear whistle, the green dragon turned into a dragon shadow, soared up into the sky, and rushed straight to the mountain behind.

Soon, riding the clouds and fog, they came to the platform on the top of the mountain.

On this platform, tribe warriors were densely kneeling.

At least a thousand people formed a hexagram shape.

One by one, their hands were tied behind their backs, their cultivation bases were sealed, and their faces were full of despair.

Xiao Lang's heart skipped a beat, feeling bad.

Qinglong laughed and said, "These are all sacrifices."

"Three days later, the Yanhuang Tribe will fight the Jiuli Clan to the death. Brother Xuanyuan will sacrifice a thousand people to borrow divine power to turn the world around."

"Maybe, under the stimulation of life and death, you will be able to return to your own world."

He threw Xiao Lang on the ground, gloating on his face.

Xiao Lang was really angry, and snorted coldly: "Remember what I said, how proud you are now, you will be miserable in the future."

Qinglong was furious, and his powerful zhenqi was like a heavy punch, and it hit Xiao Lang heavily.

Xiao Lang rolled seven or eight times before barely stopping.

His face was full of embarrassment, but he smiled happily.

"Can you still laugh?" Qinglong stepped across the space, came to Xiao Lang, pinched his chin, and turned his face forward.

"Look who is tied to the pillar? Do you think you can leave before the fire is lit?"

Xiao Lang was furious: "Let go of Linger, something is coming at me."

Qinglong smiled and said: "My elder brother said that people will explode their potential under absolute danger. After three days, I will light a fire and burn Wu Ling'er first."

"If you really come from the future, there must be a way to go back."

"If not, then become a sacrifice, dedicating a little strength to the Yanhuang clan, and it is not in vain for me to sacrifice so much blood."

Xiao Lang couldn't stop being furious: "Professor, you are such a fucking bastard."

With a smirk, Qinglong lifted Xiao Lang up and tied him to the stake next to Wu Linger.

Xiao Lang didn't struggle, but looked at Qinglong coldly.

"Qinglong, originally I had pity for you, but now I think you deserve what you deserve."

"In the future, if you want to get out of trouble, you must kneel in front of me and beg me to be your master, otherwise, no talk."

Qinglong slapped Xiao Lang's face with a slap, and snorted coldly: "Xiao Lang, do you really think you are someone? You don't even have a Nascent Soul, so I don't even want to eat you."

"If my Qinglong is reduced to the point where I need you to save me, I might as well not live."

"Mere human beings also want to be the masters of the noble Dragon Clan, they really don't know what is possible."

He was arrogant and arrogant, and he looked down on Xiao Lang who had a low level of cultivation.

Half of Xiao Lang's cheeks were swollen.

But he still had a good laugh.

"Despite humiliating me, the cause you planted now will need ten times and a hundred times to repay in the future."

Qinglong said disdainfully: "I don't know what it means to be so arrogant at the moment of death."

He directly input a dragon force, acting on Xiao Lang's body, causing severe pain like tearing.

Xiao Lang bared his teeth in pain.

Wu Ling'er opened her eyes faintly and let out a scream.

"Brother Xiao Lang, what's going on?"

"What do they want to do?"

Xiao Lang smiled bitterly and said, "Obviously, we have been treated as sacrifices."

As a witch, Wu Ling'er is very sensitive to the word "sacrifice".

Generally speaking, the fate of being a sacrifice is very miserable.

(End of this chapter)