Poison Concubine Counterattack: Peak Summoner

Chapter 283

It's just cheating!
Although this object is not a sacred artifact, it is even more shocking than the sacred artifact. This is simply a porter in the inheritance world!

Zixi just hesitated for a moment, then sat in front of the law tomb and began to subdue her.

The difficulty of conquest of this inherited Tibetan mirror is also comparable to that of treasures. It didn't take too much effort, the orange dharma tomb burst open, and the inherited hidden mirror fell into Zixi's hands.

This time, the inheritance screen obtained is finally normal.

Contrary to what Zixi thought, the master craftsman who refined this magic weapon was not a thieves who liked opportunistic tricks.

The reason why this master refines such a magic weapon is because he has a heart of fraternity, and wants to carry forward the inheritance of those treasures so that more people can benefit.

It's a pity that this master has dreams in vain, but he ignores two problems.

First, even if the inheritance can be copied, it is difficult for those with insufficient qualifications to learn. Forcing to comprehend it will cause problems such as obsession and mental overwhelm.

Second, a mirror can only reproduce one inheritance, and the refining materials for the inheritance Tibetan mirror are scarce, and this thing is not enough to carry forward the inheritance, and only a few people can benefit from it.

The master failed to solve these two problems throughout his life, so he died with regrets of inheritance.

When Zixi understood the inheritance, she was ecstatic!

There is such a coincidence in the world that the main material for refining this inherited Tibetan mirror is Tibetan gold.

This thing is indeed rare and hard to find for others, but Zixi searched a lot in the worm room of Yindi Magic Academy before, and it is easy to find!

"Little girl, I finally found you." At this moment, Huang Qirou's voice came, and Huang Patriarch chased here.

Huang Patriarch took a closer look and found that the three of them were all here. He couldn't help but smiled viciously: "The brat from the Yan family is here too? That's great, I'll take care of you together."

Thinking of the torture that the ancestor of the Yan family made himself suffer in the past, the ancestor Huang also hated his descendants, and Yan Ziyou was somewhat similar in appearance to the ancestor of the Yan family, which instantly aroused the anger of the ancestor Huang. My heart is on fire.

And she didn't consider at all that among the descendants of the Yan family, there is also her blood.

The appearance of Patriarch Huang made all three of them stunned.

All three of them could clearly feel that her tone of voice and her temperament had changed.

"Huang Qirou? What do you mean? You won't be allowed to mess around in the Dharma Inheritance Tomb." Huang Qingyin stepped forward and scolded unceremoniously.

"Hehe, descendants of the Huang family? Your aptitude is good, so let me spare your life." Patriarch Huang glanced at Huang Qingyin, and then held the Qianyin soul-suppressing lock in his hand.

With a flick of the slender fingers, one of the bells flew out, and in an instant it became like a huge bell.

The bell sound suddenly remembered, Huang Qingyin felt dizzy for a while, and before he could react, he was covered in the head by a huge golden bell!
At this time, Yan Ziyou had already stopped, he turned his head and saw this scene with wide eyes in astonishment.

Zixi was also a little surprised standing in front of the law tomb.

Then she figured it out, the woman in front of her was no longer Huang Qirou, but that Huang Patriarch.

And the powerful magic weapon held by the other party is probably owned by the ancestor of the Huang family!
"Huang Qirou? Are you crazy!" Yan Ziyou rushed forward, trying to rescue Huang Qingyin.

"Brat, take your life!" Old Ancestor Huang looked at him with a sneer smile, and was about to make a move.

However, suddenly there was a force of resistance from the soul, and Huang Qirou's soul was still alive, and she was somewhat resistant to killing Yan Ziyou.

"He hasn't fallen asleep yet? Hmph, let's not kill him for now!" Patriarch Huang frowned displeasedly, and popped out a golden bell from the Qianyin Soul Soul Lock, covering Yan Ziyou.

Yan Ziyou immediately waved his magic wand, chanted that the fire bird hit the bell, and at the same time sacrificed the red jade hairpin, wrapped around his body with two protective shields.

However, his counterattack was in vain.

The fire bird collided with the bell, and the fire bird was submerged in an instant, and how could the protective cover be the opponent of the holy weapon.

With two bumps, the shield shattered, and the bell immediately covered Yan Ziyou.

After cleaning up these two people, Old Ancestor Huang turned his gaze to Zixi.

"Do you want to cover me with a bell too?" Zixi raised her eyebrows and asked.

Huang Patriarch looked at her and couldn't help laughing: "You're already holding your wand tightly, but you still pretend to be not afraid? Little girl, using the Qianyin Soul Suppressing Lock is too light against you!"

The Qianyin Soul Suppressing Lock is indeed tyrannical in terms of suppression, but if you want to put people to death, another magic weapon is better.

As soon as she touched her waist, the blue gourd was held in her hand, and a touch of battle energy was injected into it, and the gourd immediately became several times larger.

An aura that was somewhat stronger than ordinary holy artifacts exploded, shaking the surrounding Dharma Tombs to hum.

"This is the blue sky and jasper gourd? It's really a waste of money." Zixi raised her brows, moved her bloody bones, and easily blocked the breath.

Seeing that Zixi's face remained unchanged, Patriarch Huang was also somewhat surprised.

However, a haze soon appeared in her eyes, the more outstanding Zi Xi was, the more she had to get rid of this obstacle!

"Go! Drain her mana!" With a lift of her fingertips, the blue gourd rose into the air, heading towards Zixi.

Concentrating her eyebrows slightly, Zi Xi suddenly said: "Huang Jinyue, you have worn so many green hats for your husband, aren't you afraid that Yan Ruling will crawl out to find you!"

Her words immediately shocked Patriarch Huang, and the blue sky jade gourd was also suspended in the air!
Huang Jinyue is the name of the ancestor Huang, and Yan Ruling is the name of the ancestor of the Yan family!
"You know I'm not Huang Qirou? How do you know my name?!" Huang Jinyue looked at Zixi in surprise.

However, Zixi didn't answer, taking advantage of this gap, she raised her head and took a bottle of potion.

Then, with a lift of the fingertip, the flames of the phoenix leaped out and struck towards the blue gourd!

The flame immediately knocked back the gourd for several points!The power of the phoenix fire is not inferior to the holy weapon!
"Phoenix flames?! So it was Feng Jue, the dead bird, who told you!" Huang Jinyue was forced to take a few steps back, and screamed angrily at the same time.

But she would have misunderstood her name. The reason why Zixi knew her name was because of the inheritance in the sound transmission volume of thousands of miles. The Yan Ruzhong in the story was the younger brother of Yan Ruling, the ancestor of the Yan family, and Yan Ruzhong The sister-in-law she admired was Huang Jinyue!
This Yanhuang Valley doesn't have so many women who cuckold their husbands, Zi Xi knew after a little thought that the Huang Jinyue in the story was the ancestor of the Huang family!

"Damn Feng Jue! You and Yan Ruling have brought me to this point! I want your inheritors to die of mana exhaustion!" Huang Jinyue's anger towards Feng Jue was no less than that of the Yan family, who trapped her to death in Tianyan Lake Feng Jue also has a share in this matter!
As soon as she gritted her teeth, Huang Jinyue unleashed a stronger fighting spirit, and the aura of the Qingtian Jasper Gourd suddenly rose, bursting out a burst of suction!
Zixi only felt that the mana in her body was quickly pulled out, one after another got out of her body, and was taken away by the gourd.

However, there was no look of fear and pain on her face, but a calm smile on the contrary.

(End of this chapter)