Chapter 268: Demon Clan Powerhouse
Arrogant, the demon clan's arrogance was about to come out, and the content of what was said was even more thrilling.
Phoenix Divine Blood!
How could such a fetish appear in this realm?
Ling Xian's eyes shrank suddenly, and his heart roared like thunder.
The phoenix, the ancestor of the hundred birds, is a powerful and abnormal existence even in the true spirit.
Its strength is comparable to that of a true immortal!
Not to mention the Three Thousand Worlds, it is the six realms of reincarnation, and there are only a few top existences, and I am fortunate to have seen the phoenix.
As for the Phoenix Divine Blood, it is a legendary artifact, and its value is so great that it is enough to alarm the Ancient Demon Holy Ancestor, how could such a treasure fall here.
In an instant, Ling Xian's mind was already full of thousands of thoughts.
With his character, he was originally reluctant to step into the whirlpool, but if such an opportunity is missed in vain, heaven and earth will not tolerate it.
So take care of this idle matter yourself!
Ling Xian took a deep breath, but still lay quietly at the bottom of the lake.
If there is really the blood of the phoenix, he is determined to get it, but in front of him, there is no need to rush out.
It is clearly recorded in the Vientiane Book that the Demon Clan Tianjiao is a character who can easily crush the same level, although Ling Xian is not afraid, but if he can sneak attack, he will naturally not be able to defeat him.
As for that Jindan Ancestor, on the surface, he has run out of oil and dried up, but the characters who can survive the second heavenly tribulation, how can they not have one or two hands to press the bottom of the box?
So Ling Xian is not in a hurry!
Neither side found themselves, and this was Ling Xian's greatest reliance.
The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind!
Ling Xian has a stubborn personality, has experienced endless ups and downs in the immortal cultivation world, and has learned to act calmly in everything.
The blood of the phoenix is the dwelling of the capable.
There are only two robbers, and they are their own creation.
He's going to wait for the best shot.
Above the sky, blood spurted from the mouth of the Deadwood Warrior. His face became bloodless.
The expression was even more gloomy, he accidentally lost all the plates, originally he wanted to forcibly sacrifice the magic weapon to kill the enemy and get rid of the crisis, but he didn't expect to be the magic weapon and let himself fall into a greater catastrophe.
"Old fellow. Hand over the blood of the Phoenix God and spare you from death!"
The demon clan's eyes were full of joy.
The other party steals chickens and rice, and it seems that God's will also favors him.
"If you have a life, come and get it!"
The dead wood real person has white hair and a sluggish expression, but between his eyebrows, there is a poignant and hideous meaning.
This drop of phoenix divine blood is the result of his reading of ancient books and countless hardships. It is a thing of creation that can only be obtained by nine deaths and one lifetime.
If you cherish your life, you will not give it up.
The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Those who are about to die, even dare to speak wildly, it's okay, let me take your golden pill." ”
Before the words fell, he opened his mouth and spat out, and his entire head was full. Suddenly it got a lot bigger, no. It's not the head that gets bigger, it's the mouth.
It was as if at this moment, the entire skull was gone, and only a bloody mouth remained.
The fangs are exposed, and the roots are like sharp blades.
Then, from his mouth, a cloud of black gas erupted.
The black gas was as thick as ink. There is a stench of nausea.
Then the black gas seemed to spread out all around, enveloping the square and acres, and black crows flew out of it.
These crows are unusual in that they have only one eye, but they are as red as blood.
There was a thick air of death on his body.
There was no warning. The grass and trees that came into contact with these dead qi suddenly dried up, and there was not much vegetation next to the lake, but at this moment, there was not a single grass or tree left.
Not to mention plants, it seems that even the vitality of the entire earth has been sucked away.
Ling Xian's pupils shrank, what kind of spell is this?
In the book of Vientiane, it is said that the demon clan is invincible, and this statement is indeed true.
With this move in front of you, there is no problem in sweeping the same level.
"Quack!"
The hoarse and ugly sound came to the ears, and the hundreds of crows chirped together, and suddenly, the black sound waves visible to the naked eye killed from all directions, like enemies.
There was a hint of horror in the eyes of the deadwood real person: "You are not an ordinary demon clan, your body is ......"
But the words stopped abruptly at this point, and he had no time to continue.
With a trembling hand, he touched it in his arms, and immediately took out a spirit rune.
This talisman is broken, and a small bell is painted on it, and the shape is simple.
Rune Treasure!
As an immortal cultivator of the Second Heavenly Tribulation, it is not uncommon to have a rune treasure.
Although the power of the rune treasure is much worse than that of the magic weapon, but it does not need to consume mana to drive it, and now that the dead wood is really oiled, this rune treasure is one of the few things he can save his life.
Rumble!
With the golden light, the talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, and a golden mini clock appeared in sight.
The size is only a few inches, but it becomes more than 100 times larger in the wind.
Turned into a behemoth.
Fly at the last moment.
With a "boom", the dead wood real person was enveloped in it.
Is this a defensive treasure?
Ling Xian's face showed a look of surprise.
In the next moment, the black sound wave had already struck, hitting the surface of the ancient bell, causing ripples, but it failed to break through its defenses.
Sonic spells were originally known for their weirdness.
It can be unexpected, but the lethality of the front is usually not outstanding.
The blow failed to work, but in the mouth of the demon clan Tianjiao, he spit out a sneer, raised his right hand, and pointed at his forehead.
With his movements, his forehead cracked, and a black light erupted from it.
"Bang!"
The pillar of light flew halfway through, and collapsed on its own, turning into a cloud of black light and submerging into the crow's body.
Roar!
A terrible roar came out of his throat.
The faces of the hundreds of crows were also full of pain, and then they exploded into a black mist, and the mist kept surging, and then turned into black snakes.
Each Xuan Snake is only the thickness of a child's arm, but the aura it exudes is staggering, not inferior to ordinary immortal cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.
There are nearly 100 of them.
A look of shock appeared on Ling Xian's face.
The other party is just a catastrophe, how can he change so many Xuan snakes of the same realm, how did he do it?
Is this the strength of the demon clan?
No, an ordinary demon clan Tianjiao, even if he can crush the same level, he is never so strong, and this guy in front of him is by no means an ordinary Tianjiao.
The bloodline he inherited must be staggering, although it is not at the level of a phoenix, but it must be inextricably linked with other true spirits.
Ling Xian's eyes became sharper and sharper.
A palpitating hissing sound came to the ears, and those black snakes had already swarmed around the ancient bell.
"Buzz!"
At this time, the ancient bell rang, and Ling Xian found that on the ancient bell, there were many clouds imprinted, which he originally thought were just ordinary decorations, but at this time, those clouds were distorted for a while, and suddenly came to life.
Then the clouds blurred slightly, and there were more samurai wearing golden helmets and armor on it.
Holding all kinds of weapons, his appearance is very powerful, and he looks similar to the heavenly soldiers and generals. (To be continued.) )