Dou Po Zhi Ling Ji Huang

Chapter 400: The Flame Swallowing Sect Has No Arrogance!
The giants in Zhongzhou have already entered the ruins, and Luoyan Mountain has returned to calm except for the entrance of the ruins. In the distant territory of the Warcraft clan, Wu Xiang, who had left Luoyan Mountain before, is standing in the air and looking respectfully at the black man in front of him. Clothing youth.

The young man was none other than the young genius of the Tunyan Sect who hadn't shown up for a long time. He was defeated by Furukawa's Wuwang at the Northwest Continent Zongmen Conference. However, Wuwang at this time was not the three-star Douzong!

But a fighting saint powerhouse!And it's not a low-level high-level fighting saint!
The pinnacle of the Eight Star Fighting Saints!

Wuwang said indifferently: "Has Su Qing entered Tang Tianhao's ruins?"

Wu Xiang nodded and said, "Yes!"

Wu Wang nodded and said: "Very good, if he is Lord Void, he will naturally be able to come out of the ruins safely, but if he is not, then the Void Swallowing Flame in his body will break out of his control and re-condense the Fire Spirit!"

Wuxiang asked respectfully: "My lord, if we are so tempting Mr. Wuwu, if he recovers his memory, will he..."

Wuwang shook his head and said: "No! There must be absolutely no mistakes in what we do in Yanyanzong. Except for the breath of the strange fire on Su Qing's body, which belongs to Master Nihility, everything else is completely different from Master Nihility. If He is really Lord Nothing, and it is definitely not just as simple as amnesia, it is very possible that he is not Lord Nothing at all, but controls the origin of the different fire of the Lord!"

Wu Xiang frowned and said: "Impossible, is there really someone in this world who can control the origin of Master Niu Wu?"

Wu Wang shook his head and said: "I don't know, all this will not be known until Su Qing comes out of Tang Tianhao's ruins."

It turned out that Swallowing Yanzong went to Yunling Realm to ask Su Qing and Yun Yun to go to the ruins of the ancestor of Yanyan, which had been arranged long ago!
Wu Wang looked at the mountain range below and said, "Taking advantage of the time when the Zhongzhou powerhouses are paying attention to Luoyan Mountain, let the relics of the good fortune saint belong to that soul dies!"

Wu Xiang raised his eyebrows and said, "My lord, do you want to take out the Soul Infant Fruit and refine the Bone and Blood Pill to give to Hun Mie Sheng?"

Wu Wang nodded and said: "Not only that, I will give him the whole set of good fortune."

After hearing this, Wu Xiang said in amazement: "My lord, what is the virtue and ability of soul death..."

Others don't know how special the skeleton of the Holy Creator is, but the Swallowing Flame Sect knows it very well!

Although the strength of the Good Fortune Saint is not strong, his body is a rare fire body. Although he is not a natural fire body, his control over flames is not inferior to that of a natural fire body. The most important thing is that his fire body With a trace of wood attribute, even if he doesn't practice deliberately, he can still become a high-level alchemist!

This point has already been mentioned in the original book. In the ruins of the Good Fortune Saint, there are puppets comparable to Dou Zun and the eighth-rank Dan Beast of the Eight-color Pill Thunder. It can be seen that this Good Fortune Saint is a replica of the original Xiao Yan, because in the original book, Xiao Yan can also control the puppet, but because of Su Qing's time travel, the current Xiao Yan has not experienced the plot that should have obtained the sky demon puppet.

Wu Wang said indifferently: "The soul that dies and lives can die for Master Niu Wu, then it is worthy of the skeleton of the saint of good fortune, plus his long-term fusion with Master Niu Wu, once he is reborn, he will be a An eighth-rank alchemy master who is not weaker than Hun Xuzi, with his loyalty to Master Niang Wu, it is worth giving him this fortune!"

Wuwang raised his hand and grabbed the mountain range below, a dark light shot out from the ground, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Soul Infant Fruit in the ruins!

"Roar..."

Accompanied by the appearance of the Soul Baby Fruit, there is also a skeleton, which seems to have spirituality, and faintly exudes the breath of a fighting saint.

Wu Wu took back the palm of his hand, collected the soul baby fruit, looked at the skeleton of the fighting saint who was attacking him, and said: "Good fortune, you were not my opponent in life, but now you are just a mere skeleton, go with me, are you Hun Miesheng's good fortune, at the same time, Hun Mie Sheng will also be your good fortune!"

After the words fell, Wuwang released a devouring force similar to Su Qing, and collected the bones of the Holy Creator.

Wu Xiang looked at the mountains below and asked, "My lord, there are still many treasures in the ruins, such as the original fruit of the dragon and phoenix, shouldn't we take it away?"

Wu Wang shook his head and smiled, "Have you forgotten our duty?"

Wuxiang shook his head when he heard the words: "This subordinate has never forgotten that the purpose of the Yanyan Sect's existence is to clear obstacles for Master Niangwu and accumulate luck!"

Wu Wang nodded and said: "That's right, to clear the way for your lord, Xiao Yan's teacher Yao Chen also needs this baby soul fruit if he wants to recover his body. The ruins, give Xiao Yan a urn to catch the turtle!"

Wu Xiang immediately understood Wu Wang's meaning when he heard the words, and said with a smile: "Using the ruins, releasing the news of the baby soul fruit, etc. Xiao Yan cast himself into the trap, sir is really considerate."

Wu Wang smiled and said: "Okay, let's go, I'm afraid that Hun Mie Sheng has been discovered by Xiao Yan, we have to save him before his soul is destroyed by Xiao Yan."

Wuxiang nodded and left with Wuwang.

Wuwang's plan also officially allowed Yanyanzong to join the Zhongzhou Contest, and Wuwang will also become Xiao Yan's nightmare!
At the same time, the people in the ruins of Luoyan Mountain also encountered a terrifying difficulty!

Corpse tide! !
The dense wave of corpses composed of those strange black shadows is attacking the people entering the ruins!

"Boom..."

Lei Ying punched back more than a dozen strange black shadows in front of him, but those black shadows only paused for a moment, and then screamed to rush towards Lei Ying, beside Lei Ying, Yan Jin and Shi Zhen also kept attacking Seeing the strange black shadows crazily rushing from all directions, under the feet of the three of them, there are already piles of black shadow corpses that have lost their vitality. Fighting Qi is disordered, and beads of sweat are densely covered on his forehead.

Lei Ying roared while attacking: "Mother, what are these things?"

Yanjin said solemnly: "Each of them has the strength of at least a semi-saint and even a high-level fighting saint with five or six stars. What the hell is this place?"

The three of them continued to attack the tide of corpses around them, and the piles of corpses piled up under their feet, and the pungent stench filled the surroundings, but the three of them had no intention of caring about the stench, even if the three of them were ancient patriarchs. , the strength is as high as the sky, but it is still a bit difficult to face these strange black shadows with the strength of fighting saints.

Shi Zhengang punched several black shadows away, panting heavily, and said, "How did these senseless killing machines come into being, and what did Patriarch Fenyan do?"

Yes, deep doubts lingered in everyone's minds. There were so many strange shadows with the power of fighting saints, and even Gu Yuan and Hun Tiandi were even more terrifying. Don't say that Patriarch Fen Yan didn't have the ability to gather such a terrifying lineup.

In the current fighting spirit continent alone, there are not so many fighting saints!

It's just that they don't know that everything here is not the current Dou Qi Continent, what they are in is the distant past, the legacy after the war. . .

(End of this chapter)