Qilang's face was horrified, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness.
His five elements belong to gold, and the snake skin he shed after being sacrificed will also become a second-grade top-notch gold defensive spiritual weapon. If he can obtain the black gold crystal of that day, he will have the opportunity to promote it to a magical weapon.
In this way, the promotion of his natal object can also feed his own cultivation, and he can use this opportunity to enter the realm of integration.
Now he felt that the thick golden energy in the ground was escaping. The only explanation was that the two female cultivators had excavated the Tianmo Golden Crystal.
How can it be? !
No matter how outstanding their combat power is, their cultivation level is only in the early stage of Divine Transformation and the late stage of Nascent Soul. How could they really obtain the golden crystal in such a short period of time?
He immediately transformed back into the body of a dragon and burst out with an astonishing angry roar. The dragon's tail swung and bombarded towards the entrance of the mine vein with terrifying force, but was stopped by a layer of brown light.
It's a formation!
A strong fear arose between his pupils. Could it be that the sword cultivator or sword cultivator was actually an formation master?
The next moment, the brownish-yellow light dissipated, and the entire formation appeared in the empty sky. Large disks formed by several light patterns were connected to each other, and the power of each other circulated, and suddenly dozens of golden cones shot out.
call out!
After several consecutive sounds, his dragon body had no time to shrink, and his huge body made it difficult for him to block it. The golden awl with a sharp force broke through the protection of the scales and penetrated deep into the flesh and bone.
"Roar!"
His body is the body of a dragon after being baptized by the sky thunder. Snakes are originally fake dragons, but only a very small number of snakes have a shallow and useless trace of dragon blood in their bodies. Only under the tribulation of the sky thunder can they be fully awakened and guide the snake demon towards the dragon. Directional transformation, so he can also master some of the incomplete true dragon magical powers.
He roared angrily, and there was a golden light around him, and the runes flashed and condensed into an incomplete dragon shape, but it seemed to be carrying infinite power and fiercely bombarding the formation.
Tiny cracks appeared on the disks that formed the formation, which surprised Helian Jiucheng. Some of the magical powers of the dragons mastered by this demon were mainly used to kill enemies. The art of killing enemies with real dragons was enough to scare the immortals. .
If this dragon monster is given enough opportunities, he may train for another thousand years, advance to merge and return to the void one after another, and use the power of thunder tribulation to refine his bloodline and body, he might really be able to become the all-powerful dragon monster king.
But now it’s not enough.
Two women and one fox broke out of the formation. Pei Xihe stood far away in the air, her eyes glowing with dark gold. The blood of Shenwu was surging in her body, and the pressure of the demon god suddenly and completely exploded.
"The golden crystal has been absorbed by our refining. If you don't retreat this time, there will be another fight over there, and I won't hold back."
Pei Xihe and Ming Linlang teamed up to fight this dragon before. Because the dragon's body was extraordinary, they just focused on sharpening their sword skills and did not activate the bloodline pressure that was like an innate advantage.
Jiaolong Qilang could only feel his own blood trembling, and even the thin trace of dragon blood was afraid to contaminate the aura of this woman.
Demon God!
This idea suddenly appeared in his mind. The female cultivator in front of him actually possessed the blood of the demon god. Even among the dragon clan, only the true dragons who were born with pure dragon blood were qualified to be called the "demon god".
At this moment, Qilang's whole body of magic power was suddenly suppressed, and even if he tried to mobilize it, it would quickly disintegrate.
This is why the demon clan believes in the supremacy of blood.
People with ordinary and messy bloodlines often live a mediocre life. Even if there is a chance that the demon who can change his destiny successfully escapes from the shackles of his bloodline, he will have to be blessed with extraordinary luck and will have to endure unimaginable hardships.
At this moment, as soon as Pei Xihe displayed the power of Shenwu, he understood that even if he swallowed the jade marrow bamboo shoot, the female sword cultivator could not take action, and he was definitely no match for this sword cultivator.
He was angry and depressed in his heart, and a storm was rising in his heart.
But the dragon demon calmed down in the end. If he acted recklessly, he would have lost his life. The monk had no ruthless intention to completely kill him, so he left him a choice.
His skills are not as good as others, and he made a mistake in calculating the time before. This time, he can only admit defeat.
Complex emotions flashed through his Jiaolong pupils, but in the end he said unwillingly: "I have been digging for more than a month before you two came here, and you two took it for nothing. How can Jiaolong swallow this breath?"
Pei Xihe frowned slightly, and Ming Linlang also had a chill on her face. It seemed that the dragon was unwilling to give up.
They had no choice but to take action, but they were not afraid.
And suddenly a breath fell gracefully in this scene, bringing a bit of pure white holy light to the person. The radiance came from his skin, and the halo was natural, making people look at him and feel a sense of calm and tranquility in his heart.
His facial features were picturesque. Although there was no black hair on his head, he had a red-gold Buddhist seal between his eyebrows. His eyes were as calm as blue water. He was wearing a dark golden cassock. He clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha" .
Pei Xihe didn't recognize this person, but Ming Linlang did.
She took a step forward and frowned slightly.
"Buddha is ignorant, I don't know how you got here?"
Within a hundred years, the Tianfo Sect welcomed a son of Buddha who was born with a Buddha body. He was born with a Buddha body, a dust-free heart, a Brahma bone, a transparent soul, and a heart like a bright mirror that is not stained by the filth of the world. dust.
In the previous sect competition, he also easily won the top seven in the Jindan mid-term battle, which is really a gift from heaven.
Nowadays, the aura of the late Nascent Soul is already solid, and it is much more stable than Ming Linlang's aura. After all, she is nearly half a century older than her.
Although Wu Ming devoted himself to understanding Buddhism and ignored worldly affairs, the Tianfo Sect had a unique position and could not avoid being completely uncontaminated in the world. He was also aware of Kunlun's sword.
"Excellent, it's His Excellency Kunlun Jianzi."
As for Pei Xihe beside her, who was not well-known for his weak lineage of Yiyuan Dao, he didn't know that.
Wu Ming's face is kind, and there is a hint of compassion.
"The poor monk came here and heard a lot about the two benefactors and Lord Jiaolong. It must have been about the dispute over the golden crystal. He basically knows the cause and effect from the conversation just now. Why don't you listen to what the poor monk has to say?"
Pei Xihe's face was slightly cold: "I didn't know that a dignified Buddhist disciple would have the hobby of listening to others."
This person had just hidden away, but Pei Xihe didn't notice his trace. This was because she was at a higher level than him.
Her natural psychic ability seemed to have lost its invincible effect, and this ability was enough to scare her.
There was a bit of sneer and aggression in her words, but there was no trace of guilt, shame or anger or panic on Wu Ming's face. His face remained calm, giving people a sense of cleansing peace like the moon reflected in a deep pool.
"Allow me to be angry. I happened to be here and heard your conversation. It is actually the poor monk's offense. If the benefactor has any punishment, the poor monk will be convinced."
He frankly admitted it and was willing to be punished for it, showing the air of a gentleman.
Ming Linlang tapped Pei Xihe's shoulder and motioned for her to talk to him. After all, it was better for her to understand the origins of Wu Ming, the Buddhist disciple, and the many outside comments about him.
"Then what do you want to say?"
Wu Ming chuckled and said, "Why not turn the conflict into friendship?"
