Invincible Conqueror

One day passed.

When Huang Xiaolong and Jinjiao Mavericks passed a red-black mountain peak, they saw the first few disciples dressed in blue costumes and carrying short blades. They fled from a distance to the side with horror and shouted for help.

Behind a few people is a group of **** creatures.

This group of **** creatures, some are grimace pythons, some are eight-claw magic, and some are sharp-mouthed konjac, no less than a dozen.

Judging from the costumes of these disciples, it should be the disciple of the virtual goddess.

This short-edged door is also one of the super-powerful forces of the virtual gods, but it is weaker than Jinfenglou.

In the blink of an eye, these short-edged disciples were chased by the group of **** creatures in front of Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong wants to hide too late, and the mulberry sword appears in his hand, bringing up a sword curtain. The sword curtain flashes and falls into the group of **** creatures. Then, several short-edged disciples see the ghost face python, the eight-claw magic The body of the mouth of the konjac is broken apart and can't die any more.

Several short-edged disciples were shocked.

The strength of this group of **** creatures, each with the late seventh-order strength of the ancient gods, two or the late seven peaks of the ancient gods, was actually solved by a sword!

"In the lower short-edge door Chen Jianfeng, I just thanked the seniors for their shots." A thin-skinned disciple who came up with a thin face came back and thanked Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong nodded his face indifferently and rode away with the Golden Horn Mavericks.

To save these short-edged disciples, he is just a handy one.

Another short-edged disciple saw Huang Xiaolong ignore a few people and left. He couldn’t help but scream: “I don’t know what to do!”

In the past, some sectarian disciples saw that they were short-edged and which ones were not flattering.

"That is, he really thought he shot to save us?" Another short-sword disciple sneered: "Even if he did not shoot. This group of **** creatures can't help us!"

Chen Jianfeng did not speak, watching Huang Xiaolong leave the figure, his brow wrinkled. To be honest, Huang Xiaolong is so attitude. It also made him feel uncomfortable.

He turned his head and looked at the bodies of the **** creatures. A sword solved these **** creatures. Then, this fat man has at least the eighth-order strength of the ancient gods.

However, his surface is obviously only the sixth middle stage of the ancient gods.

Because Huang Xiaolong changed at this time is a fatter youth, so. In the eyes of Chen Jianfeng and others, Huang Xiaolong is a fat man.

"Let's go, go find Shilong brothers." Parked for a while, Chen Jianfeng said.

When I heard Brother Shilong, several other short-edged disciples looked alive.

Brother Shi Long, but they were disciples on the first day of the short-edged door. Although the time to enter the short-edged gate was not long, but among the disciples, no one could look forward to it.

"I heard that Jin Fenglou Li Zhi, returning to the virtual religion of Shi Ping. Luo Luomen He Feiyan also entered the Demon Hill!" A short-edged disciple.

Jin Fenglou, return to the false teaching, Luo Luomen. The three superpowers with the strongest position in the virtual heaven!

And Li Zhi, Shi Ping, and He Feiyan are the Jin Feng Lou, respectively, to the imaginary teaching, the first day disciple of Luo Luomen.

"I heard that Li Zhi was in this virtual city a few days ago. He was very miserable by a disciple who made a vigor of Vientiane. Even if he couldn't take it, he would be beaten to death. The Vientiane of the Vientiane was the sixth step of the ancient god. The peak of the beginning!" Zhao Yu, a short-edged disciple, ridiculed.

"Wanxiang made the door? No. Li Zhi is the top-level sacred **** of the emperor, and it is the early stage of the ancient gods. It was defeated by the disciples of the ancient peak of the sixth stage of the ancient gods? How could it be!"

"That is, this is a rumor!"

"Is it rumored? This is not known. At that time, many family disciples saw it with their own eyes."

"If it is true, then the talent of this Vientiane disciple is terrible. However, when did Vientiane make these disciples appear? I heard that the chief disciple of Vientiane is the Wang Wei? But Wang Wei is the ancestors."

Chen Jianfeng talked about several short-edged disciples.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong has been far away thousands of miles away, and I can't hear these arguments.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the smoldering smoldering spirits around him. The brow was locked: "The evil spirit of the Demon Hill is getting heavier and heavier?"

Compared to when he first entered the Devil's Hill, the demon spirit of the entire Demon Hill was more than doubled.

The Golden Horn Maverick nodded: "The gas of these devils is ejected from the depths of the Demon Hill space. The speed of the spewing is getting faster and faster, so the gas of the devil is getting heavier and heavier. I can only stay for three or four days."

At the speed of the smoldering of the Demon Mountain Demon, after three or four days, the devil's gas of the Demon Mountain can not be resisted by Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Maverick.

Huang Xiaolong nodded. Anyway, he had decided to leave the Demon Hill for another day. Therefore, the devil's spirit of the Demon Hill is not strong, and has little to do with him.

Nowadays, more and more ancestors of the ancestors have broken into the Devil's Hill, which is already insecure.

Suddenly, the Golden Horn Mavericks stunned and stopped.

When Huang Xiaolong felt strange, he saw the golden horned calf carrying him to the front of a black mountain like black jade. After turning over the mountain, he came to a mountain.

I saw the top of the mountain, full of black spar, these black spar, not a little luster, but near, but see the black energy flowing inside the spar like a phantom.

These black energies are constantly changing in various forms.

Each piece of black spar has different shapes and sizes, some as big as a giant ball and as small as a thumb.

"Sure enough, it is a phantom crystal spar!" Golden Horn Mavericks surprised.

"Phantom of the Crystal?" Huang Xiaolong eyes puzzled, from the surface, these spar looks no strange place.

The Golden Horn Maverick laughed and said: "You don't know that this phantom is also normal. This thing is very rare in hell. It is only in the cold place of the cathode. After centuries of evolution, this phantom spar can form. ""

"This thing, the role can be more, hard, even if the chaotic spirit is integrated, the power can be improved a lot. If it is mixed into the gods, the gods defend the horror, and this phantom is for *hardening, The effect is even more amazing. Don't say that the ancestors are strong, even if the strong people above the ancestors see this thing, they will fight wildly!"

Huang Xiaolong didn't feel anything yet, but he was shocked to hear the last sentence.

The ancestors and the strong are all crazy!

This phantom spar really has such a baby?

"When staying, stay fast, and quickly collect the phantom crystal spar, how much will be collected!" Golden Horn Maverick said: "If other strong people come, it will be difficult to grab it!"

Huang Xiaolong woke up and his body flashed. He came to the front of a fist-sized phantom spar, and took a single palm shot. But what surprised Huang Xiaolong was that the fist-sized phantom spar was just rolling on the ground!

More than an ancient mountain!

"Haha, scared, this thing is not light, you have to make a little effort!" Golden Horn Maverick laughed.

Huang Xiaolong heard the words, the three most supreme gods urged, one shot, this will be the phantom crystal spar into the ghost Buddha ring.

Just when Huang Xiaolong was busy collecting these phantom spar, in the distance, a group of disciples also flew here. It was the disciples of Chen Jianfeng, who had been rescued by Huang Xiaolong. However, in addition to Chen Jianfeng’s several people, More than 20 short-edged disciples, the head of the people, breathable, and the eyes flashed with lightning, it is the first day of the short-edged door disciple Shi Long. (To be continued)