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Chapter 101 Dragon Nest Copy
Only Yang Ming can see the transparent mask.

Inside the mask, the regular power of the dungeon is like a wheel, starting to start slowly and start running.

Yang Ming immediately backed out of the range of the mask.

"Young man, old devil, I have been in the world for decades. If I have no skills, how dare I drink your poisoned wine! However, this wine is really overbearing!"

A red blood shadow directly appeared from Mo Qianqiu's body, and he laughed wildly.

The blood shadow floated on the ground, fluctuating, sometimes stretched, sometimes shortened, it looked extremely strange.

Yang Ming knew that this was a skill cultivated by the Vampire Demon Kungfu, and a blood shadow could swallow a person's blood with a pounce.

At this moment, Mo Qianqiu's body was emitting a fiery white-green light, which was burning violently.

The fourth-order poison is capable of melting away ordinary metal and iron, let alone Mo Qianqiu's flesh and blood.

"You know the method of resurrection from the dead, and so will I, the old devil. Let you learn a lot!"

The blood shadow laughed domineeringly, threw himself on the burning body, and merged into it.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Qianqiu stood up.

He opened his mouth and spat out, all the green poison was sprayed out, and the flames on his body were also extinguished.

"How about it, young man, old devil, is my method of resurrection still acceptable to you?"

Mo Qianqiu looked at Yang Ming with a devilish look.

But he found that Yang Ming stood there with a calm face, and stood a little far away.

What does this mean?

Mo Qianqiu was a little bit guilty!

The head of the spirit sword and the head of the holy medicine also felt that something was wrong. They saw that Yang Ming tore an object just now, and it seemed that they had released something.

A bad feeling filled my heart.

"Is there a scam!"

The head of Lingjian walked towards Yang Ming, feeling restless.

He walked all the way to Yang Ming, but he didn't find anything unusual.

But the bad feeling is getting stronger.

Because Yang Ming was too calm.

The head of the spirit sword was so close, Yang Ming didn't react at all.

This is not normal!

Under normal circumstances, people who practice martial arts will not let others get too close to them.

The master of Spirit Sword felt more and more bad, and he vaguely saw something in front of him...

He tried to reach out to touch it, and immediately felt an invisible smooth thing.

"This is?"

The head of the spirit sword was surprised!
He tried to stimulate the true qi in his body, trying to shatter this layer of smooth things.

A powerful infuriating burst!
boom!
A loud bang!
There was a ripple from the transparent mask, but it was unscathed.

"This, it can't be broken?!"

The head of the spirit sword was surprised, he immediately urged the aurora sword.

Turning into a sword with his body, like a golden ray of light, he slammed into the mask at a high speed, stabbing non-stop.

But the mask didn't budge.

"Something is wrong, something is trapping us!"

The head of the spirit sword fell to the ground and let out a loud shout.

The head of the holy medicine and Mo Qianqiu also realized that something was wrong.

The two rushed forward, came to the mask, first reached out to touch it, and then began to show great power and bombard the mask.

The master of the spirit sword also activated again. Relying on the sword light with extraordinary speed, he stabbed extremely quickly inside the mask.

Even the top was not spared, and they stabbed all over again, but they couldn't find a breakthrough.

The head of the holy medicine is hitting the ground.

The powerful palm directly blasted the ground away.

A dozen or so palms in a row blasted the ground into a huge pit.

Disappointingly, the mask turned out to be a giant sphere.

Half is on the ground and half is underground.

There is no flaw at all!

Mo Qianqiu even turned into a blood shadow, trying to pass through the mask, but it was useless.

A group of Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Yang Ming was counting the number of people.

The head of the spirit sword, the head of the holy medicine, Mo Qianqiu, and twenty demon cultists in red clothes.

A total of 23 people!
And of course, the dragon in the underground cave!

"Is the head of Shengwu here?"

Yang Ming was a little strange.

Among the four sects of Xuanmen, the Xianxu Sect is the leader, but he is too lofty.

So the Spirit Sword Sect, the Holy Medicine Sect, and the Sacred Martial Sect are very close.

Regarding the matter of taking the dragon, the head of Shengwuzong did not come, so something is wrong.

Yang Ming has doubts.

But he didn't think much of it.

This dungeon can cover so many abilities at once, and he is already very satisfied.

At this time, within the mask.

Mo Qianqiu and the three finally realized that they were completely trapped to death.

The three of them came to the mask.

Mo Qianqiu said gloomyly: "Boy, what kind of method are you doing? What do you mean by trapping us?"

Through the mask, Yang Ming smiled and said, "Trapped? Do you think it's just a simple trap?"

"How are you doing?" Spirit Sword Master asked urgently.

"This is a large array of puppet refining demons. You will be wiped out of your sanity within a stick of incense at most, and you will be trained into puppets and become muddle-headed monsters!" Yang Ming said indifferently.

After hearing this, Mo Qianqiu and the other three couldn't calm down immediately.

The thick-skinned masters of Spirit Sword and Holy Medicine also changed drastically at this time.

"Boom...!"

The three of them suddenly heard a loud noise, and they hurriedly turned their heads to look, only to see buildings appearing in the big pit blasted away by Li Yingqiong.

It was a palace of eccentric styles, and it was getting bigger and bigger and more magnificent.

The palace just appeared out of nowhere and rose from the ground.

This inhuman power finally made the three of them terrified.

"This formation can create creatures in the void, and it's not difficult to erase our sanity!"

The head of the Spirit Sword Sect hastily turned around and cupped his hands at Yang Ming: "Your Excellency is an immortal from outside the realm. We are willing to worship at the feet of an immortal, sit on the saddle and ride on horseback, obey the orders of the immortal, and ask the immortal to accept his supernatural powers!"

As he said that, the master of the spirit sword knelt down directly.

Seeing this, the head of the holy medicine hurriedly knelt down to show his submission.

The headmasters of the two great Taoist sects behaved like this.

Mo Qianqiu scolded angrily: "You two bastards, you really have no backbone at all!"

"Once this large formation is deployed, it cannot be taken back, so you can go with peace of mind!"

Yang Ming said calmly through the mask.

Hearing this, the masters of Spirit Sword and Holy Medicine stopped pretending, stood up and started attacking the mask frantically!
"The three of us work together to attack one point!" Mo Qianqiu yelled.

But the next moment, something that terrified them happened!
Seeing that the master of the holy medicine suddenly changed his momentum, he said majesticly: "I am the master of the holy medicine, with the body of the dragon king. The real dragon is mine, and none of you can try to snatch it!"

Saying that, the head of the holy medicine ran towards the underground palace with a very strange movement.

Come to the gate of the underground palace.

The door is not open!

The head of the holy medicine seemed to be able to penetrate the wall, he went directly through the gate and disappeared.

"This...!" The head of Spirit Sword was extremely pale, he knew very well that the head of the holy medicine had changed, and he was no longer the head of the holy medicine.

"This is a puppet? What a terrifying method!"

Mo Qianqiu was also trembling all over, he turned his head and looked at Yang Ming in horror.

"As a person from beyond the sky, if I don't have some advanced technology, would I dare to come here to start a revolution?!" Yang Ming looked at Mo Qianqiu and the master of Lingjian, and said indifferently.

Inside the mask, the power of the rules of the dungeon continues to operate.

"I am the first direct disciple of the Holy Cult, and I am here today to assist the Lord of the Holy Cult and snatch the real dragon! Little ones, don't be afraid, follow me!"

Among the twenty red-robed believers, Mo Qianqiu's first direct disciple shouted loudly, and took the lead to run to the underground palace.

The rest of the dozen or so red-robed men followed suit.

"I am the Seventh Prince, with the body of the dragon veins, the man of destiny, the real dragon is mine, whoever dares to snatch it will go against the sky and will be punished by heaven!"

Behind the stone in the distance, the Seventh Prince came out, he shouted triumphantly, and also ran to the underground palace.

"I am the head of Shengwu, and I will hide in the grass. I will sneak attack whoever gets the real dragon!" From the grass, the head of Shengwu jumped out, said a few words triumphantly, and then burrowed into the grass again. Grass!
"It turns out that this guy is hiding and planning to launch a sneak attack!"

When Yang Ming saw this, he suddenly realized.

"Such methods are truly terrifying. Great Immortal, please accept your supernatural powers. My lord will not count the faults of villains, please spare my life!" The head of the spirit sword knelt down on the ground again, begging for mercy, disregarding the prestige of the head.

Yang Ming ignored it, but looked at Mo Qianqiu with great interest.

Mo Qianqiu said in a deep voice: "If you have seen such a method in this life, you will die without regret. But if you want the old devil to beg for mercy, you are thinking too much!"

The words are full of domineering.

"Nice, awesome!" Yang Ming cupped his hands in admiration!
Then, the Spirit Sword Master stood up.

He majestically took out a golden three-inch flying knife: "Want to snatch the real dragon? Ask me if I agree with the Aurora Sword!"

With that said, he held the Aurora Sword and ran towards the underground palace.

"So this is the Aurora Sword, it looks like a Tier [-] weapon!" Yang Ming looked at this scene curiously, and his heart warmed up.

If it is really a Tier [-] weapon, then it will make a fortune.

A Tier [-] weapon is a rare treasure among Qi practitioners.

"I am the leader of the Holy Cult, and only my Holy Cult is qualified to master the real dragon. You youngsters, retreat quickly!"

Mo Qianqiu's temperament changed, he roared domineeringly, and ran towards the underground palace.

About another 10 minutes passed.

A reminder sounded in Yang Ming's mind: "The copy is created!"

"Dungeon Name: Bloody Dragon Nest

Dungeon Difficulty: Knight Dungeon - Hell Difficulty
Dungeon introduction: In order to compete for the dragon eggs, a large group of warriors gathered here.Adventurers, you have to defeat them before you are eligible to leave with the dragon eggs!

Dungeons produced: dragon eggs, cheats, a lot of experience, weapons and equipment, medicines.

Crusade dungeon level: knight-level players (third-level players/200-level players). "

"Hint: As the dungeon creator, you can challenge this dungeon at will without level restrictions."

"Hint: You can make this copy public, and set the amount of tickets or the amount of materials."

"All ticket revenue will go to the creator."

"Success!"

Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

What he is most worried about is the variable Jiaolong.

Because this dungeon can only accommodate Tier [-] monsters.

The strength of Jiaolong is very strong, it is very likely to exceed the third level. .

But in fact, under the suppression of the Gaia consciousness of this plane, Jiaolong is still at the third level!
And the real dragon in the dragon egg must be the fourth rank!
But the real dragon is still in the egg, not yet born, not even fully developed.

Naturally, it does not have the ability of the fourth level.

So Jiaolong was successfully transformed into a dungeon monster by the dungeon.

Even in the dungeon introduction, it is clearly mentioned that dragon eggs can be exploded, which is exciting!

"The dragon is the first to kill, and it would have exploded, coupled with the force of the explosion, the dragon egg exploded, it's too simple!"

Yang Ming cheered up.

Among his aristocratic privileges, the explosive force can increase the explosion rate by ten times, but it can only be used once a month.

He has been suppressing it to no avail, and this time he can finally come in handy.

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