Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

Chapter 340

There are a total of four altar style two ritual tripods, which Li Xinglan never expected, but he thought about it carefully. The golden clone of golden light is not unconventional. If this Magic Treasures has no flaws, the crazy dragon will Is it only to delay time?

“What an arrogant kid, no matter how good these treasures are, I’m afraid you won’t be blessed with it. Take my sword!”

Shoo!

With one sword, the Sword Qi transforms into three, three transforms into nine, and the nine Sword Qi evolves into twenty-one in the middle, and finally, a few meters away from Li Xinglan, suddenly becomes eighty-one Sword Qi. , Like an overwhelming sword net, densely enveloped Li Xinglan, giving people a feeling of nowhere to escape.

In fact, it is not the first time that Li Xinglan has encountered this situation. Although the short and fat old man has done well in kendo, he is far behind the Feng Lingzi he encountered. Faced with Feng Lingzi, who has returned to the ancestral realm in half a step. Existing, he has the confidence to fight, let alone the Practitioner of the second stage of the Dragon Transformation Realm.

The Dark Sword slashed horizontally quickly, and the terrifying and domineering blade light was like a blood-red flame that suddenly lit up in the dark night. Wu’s wave of Sword Qi was annihilated.

“What a terrible Killing intent, your knife is not a vulgar thing, it seems to be a rare treasure, young man, it seems that you know what I want!”

Seeing Li Xinglan evading own damage with the sword several times, he was moved by the terrifying Killing intent when he swung the sword, knowing that this is by no means an ordinary weapon that can be possessed, and he has not been contaminated with a certain number of Practitioners. Blood, there can never be this Killing intent.

Li Xinglan laughed immediately when he heard the words, and while approaching the other side a lot of distance, he held Mingdao in one hand and joked.

“Are you a Baopilong? You are so obsessed with treasures? With your strength, whether you can hold your own treasures is a problem. You still covet my treasures so blatantly? I think you really live too long to live your mind. It’s not normal.”

The chunky old man shook his head, looked at Li Xinglan with sympathy on his face, and suddenly changed his conversation, his expression a bit sullen.

“You should be the one sent by the terrible Daoist, right?”

“I know that the old guy has been coveting the Magic Treasures of this seat. If the Island Restrictions were not related to the Seven Kills Sword Formation on your villainous island, I am afraid he would have come to snatch it long ago.”

“Since you are sent here today, it seems that this old guy has found a way to create the Seven Kills Sword Formation. He wants the Halloween Stone in my hands, I’m crazy!”

Li Xinglan looked at this short and fat old man who had revealed a lot of secrets on his own in amazement. He didn’t expect at all that he wanted to provoke the discord with a casual sentence before, and yet so many things could be exploded at this time.

Just now, he actually wanted to understand that Jiang Huairen should have no thought of harming him, but the idea of ​​using his own hand to get rid of the guardian of the stone pavilion will definitely not run away.

In other words, in fact, this short and fat old man, the guardian of the stone pavilion, is regarded as the heinous Daoist’s confidant, and one of Jiang Huairen’s very jealous beings. Otherwise, Jiang Huairen would not use the knife to kill people. With his strength, he can completely personally. Do it, just that way, it is bound to attract the attention of the extremely evil Daoist, Jiang Huairen’s current relationship with the extremely evil Daoist is very delicate.

The breakthrough point is that the guardian of Shiting is not as loyal as Daoist imagined, but because he is obsessed with all kinds of Magic Treasures, he always feels that other people’s actions have ulterior motives and want to snatch his treasures.

Li Xinglan didn’t know what the Hallowed Stone was, but since the short and fat old man mentioned that it was related to the Seven Kills Sword Array, he wanted to be a vulgar thing. It just so happened that he also had some thoughts about studying and researching this style and style. There is one more reason to kill this person.

The magic pattern appeared on Li Xinglan’s arm, but immediately he seemed to think of something and dissipated the magic pattern without any haste.

In such a short period of time, the short and fat old man offered a strange stone that exuded colorful light, and he wanted to come this is the sacred stone he said.

What’s to be afraid of for a stone?

This was Li Xinglan’s first thought. Then, he saw the short and fat old man, and slammed a pebble-sized stone that exuded a colorful light toward him in a very insulting manner.

The stone was flying in the air, and suddenly the figure disappeared, and even the murderous perception did not perceive the trajectory of the ten thousand sacred stone. When Li Xinglan noticed something was wrong, the ten thousand sacred stone had steadily hit him. Above the eyebrows.

boom!

Li Xinglan was struck by lightning, and the short fat old man sneered in his heart, and was hit by this Halloween Stone. Even if the young man was the reincarnation of the immortal emperor, he would definitely die!

Practitioner’s eyebrows are inherently fragile, and they are no less important than Qi Sea.

“hiss……!”

“You… are you okay?”

The short, fat old man stared at Li Xinglan with a grin of teeth and grinning in shock, rubbing his eyebrows, and then holding his Halloween Stone in one hand, his heart full of inconceivability.

When Li Xinglan heard the short and fat old man’s words, he pointed at the big bag on his forehead in anger.

“You’re really good, you smashed such a big bag on my head, and you still ask me if there is anything? You want to be irresponsible, you must die tonight!”

Although he was swearing, Li Xinglan’s heart was quite restless. After cultivating the demon body, he had absolute confidence in his own body, especially since he just broke through to the fourth level not long ago, and his physique is better than before. A bit tougher.

As a result, the short and fat old man smashed a stone with his hand and hit a big bag on his forehead. This really made him feel a little bit aggrieved, and even for a moment suspected that he had cultivated a fake prison demon.

“Give me back my Halloween Stone!”

The worries and greed for the treasures defeated the short and fat old man’s reason at the moment. In this case, he actually yelled at Li Xinglan to return the treasures he received. Li Xinglan smiled and immediately raised the colorful stone in his hand. Loudly said.

“Okay, you said you want it, I must give it to you, respecting the old and loving the young, but Li Xinglan has always kept in mind the fine virtues of my heart. Come to senior and take care of it!”

Li Xinglan was already upset. The other party suddenly attacked him with a stone in an upright manner, and punched out a big bag on his head. Now that the other party said so, he was naturally able to retaliate.

Whoosh!

The Hallowed Stone was thrown out by Li Xinglan with anger, and his figure quickly traversed a trajectory like a night ghost, hitting something with a thud, followed by a long-lasting metal echo.

Looking at it again, it turned out that there was a groove on the altar-feng liangyiding in front of the short and fat old man. The Halloween Stone he had just smashed was sinking into it, like a stone entering a quagmire and being absorbed in it. The altar style and the two rituals are above the tripod.

“you you you you……”

The short and fat old man was startled in a cold sweat, staring at Li Xinglan with palpitations, and then at the Halloween Stone in the groove of the Tanfeng Liangyi Ding. For a while, he felt a strong feeling of fear.

“Don’t you, you, you can’t say a word for a long time, come and see if my palm is beautiful?”

I don’t know when, Li Xinglan’s figure has already appeared in front of the short and fat old man, pushing aside the altar style and two ceremonial tripods. Li Xinglan stretched out one of his arms, opened his palms, palms facing each other, and on top, a lifelike one Suddenly, the civet opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of weird and charming light.