Chapter 1482

Swish!

Lin Yun glanced at the dragon's creation pill and fell on the dragon's creation pill. He looked at the dragon shadow contained in the pill and felt thoughtful.

This fortune pill should be very big, otherwise Tianjiu would not be so excited.

"Emperor, what is the function of this pill?"

"This is the Dragon Creation Pill. If you refine it in the Dragon Vein Realm, the benefits you get are comparable to those of luck. Specifically, it is used to strengthen the dragon vein. The Dragon Vein Realm creates dragon veins in the body. The stronger the dragon vein, the condensed dragon vein, can be condensed.

The more terrifying it is.”

"If you want to go more details, this dragon creation pill can allow you to condense dragon essence at the first level of the dragon vein!"

When Lin Yun heard this, he whispered: "Is it difficult to condense the dragon essence?"

"It's naturally not difficult for you... You accumulate so terrifyingly in the Heavenly God Pill, and it is highly likely that the Dragon Yuan will be born at the first level of the Dragon Vein. But for most people, it is normal for the Dragon Vein to be born at the second level of the Dragon Vein to be born at the second level of the Dragon Vein to be born at the normal level of the Dragon Vein.

Even the third level of the dragon vein cannot produce dragon essence.”

"You are in a blessing and don't know how to be blessed. Whether it is the resources given to you by the Sword Sect or the accumulation of the Remnant Dragon Star Realm, many people will never have it in their lifetime."

The emperor's voice rang out slowly, and he continued: "This dragon creation pill will not only change you, but at least it can make you beat many people away in the realm of the dragon vein. It will be known to you after you are promoted to the dragon vein.

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Can it be used after the dragon vein? That's a bit far away.

Lin Yun put away the Divine Dragon Creation Pill and did not rush to enter the next level. He sat cross-legged and healed his wounds.

When he fought with Tianjiu, he was seriously injured.

The last sword technique used by the other party caused great trouble to Lin Yun, and all nine thousand purple gold dragon patterns were cut off.

If the Golden Crow Wings had not appeared and blocked the last slash, the injury would have only been worse.

In addition to the white-haired young man Xiao Fan, Tianjiu should be the strongest swordsman Lin Yun has encountered among his peers!

While Lin Yun was healing, there were other treasure halls in the Qinglong Trial Tower.

Murong Chen in the Nether Palace had no expression on his face and stared at the stone box in front of him with a cold expression. The restriction on the surface of the box was being lifted bit by bit.

The gloomy light flashes, the precious light is hazy.

Before the ban was lifted, no one knew what kind of treasure would be here.

But no matter what, the treasure that can be placed on the eighth floor is definitely a rare treasure. Its value is so high that it is more expensive than the other treasures combined, and the number of treasure halls on the eighth floor is obviously greater.

Much less.

When the gloomy light stops flashing and the ban is completely lifted.

Murong Chen did not walk forward. He was cautious by nature and bounced open the treasure box with one finger from the air.

The stone box was opened, and a faint light flashed from it. It was a strange black flower. The pattern was strange and exuded the breath of death. There were twelve petals in total, and the stamens condensed into black light that could not be seen directly.

One pure power of death after another was released from the flowers, and the air suddenly rippled.

The strange fragrance of flowers exudes a psychedelic smell.

When the fragrance of flowers fills the hall, the entire space seems to become infinitely vast, and various strange phenomena emerge one after another.

All things wither and the earth is deserted.

Hell and the starry sky overlapped above the sky, and all kinds of terrible ghosts emerged one by one.

Plop! Plop!

Murong Chen's cold expression could not calm down!

His heart began to beating wildly, with an incredible look in his eyes, and his chin was almost stunned.

The Holy Flower of the Netherworld!

This...how is this possible?

Murong Chen covered his chest, unable to control his emotions. He was sure that what he saw was not an illusion, but a Netherworld Flower.

The supreme flower born at the bottom of the Nether Sea!

It condenses the purest power of death in the world. It is a sacred object in the legendary Nether Palace. Nether Palace once mastered three Nether Palace holy flowers, but unfortunately they all died.

The reason is nothing special. The Golden God Battle broke the entire Netherworld Sea. After losing the watering of Netherworld Water, the Netherworld Holy Flower gradually withered.

The broken Nether Sea is one of the nine taboos in the entire Kunlun Realm!

Even the saints dare not step into that area easily. Not to mention the Netherworld Flower, it is difficult to find a little pure Netherworld Flower.

But he and Murong Chen found a Netherworld Flower!

What a fortune!

It's simply destiny!

"Is it destined that I will become the evil saint son?"

Murong Chen's eyes were hot, and endless ambitions surged deep in his eyes. The evil saint son, who was in charge of the Demon Sect in the world, had supreme power, and could become a disciple of the Demon Emperor without Heart.

If Murong Chen had to choose, he would definitely choose the latter between the Dragon Bone and the Nether Flower.

No matter how many times the answer will not change.

As long as he gets the Netherworld Flower and quietly exits, he will make a lot of money this time.

But for Murong Chen, it is definitely necessary to make all choices!

Ha ha ha ha!

As soon as he thought of this, Murong Chen burst into laughter and his face was calm and his muscles could not collapse.

But at this moment, a person walked out of the corridor opposite, which was Chen Kui, Baigui Gate. He looked at Netherworld Flower greedily, and his emotions could not hide his excitement.

"Chen Kui, do you want to compete with me?"

Murong Chen's smile was calm on his face, and he became unrestrained again, making people unable to see the depth.

"Oh."

Chen Kui laughed, the answer was self-evident.

Murong Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled gently, "You should know how valuable is the Netherworld Holy Flower to me. Give me this thing to me, and I won't fight with you, and I can even do it for you.

You take action once.”

Of course this is a lie. How could he let the dragon bones fall off? It never exists.

It is best to not fight before entering the ninth level.

"Sorry, Chen never makes a choice!"

Chen Kui said lightly: "The Netherworld Holy Flower is mine, and the Dragon Bone will also be mine."

The Netherworld Holy Flower will never have much less benefits to Chen Kui than the other party. How can there be no reason to argue?

"Well, this Netherworld Holy Flower hasn't appeared for many years, so you have to fight for it if you need it!"

While the two were confronting each other, a loud laugh came, and Yan Xuan, the Demon Sect, appeared in the field of vision of the two. He held a blood evil demon sword in his hand, and a scarlet magic light was lingering all over his body, and his eyes were blooming.

With thick blood flames.

He didn't know what treasure he had refined, but at this moment he was covered in demonic energy, and his entire aura was amazing.

Can't be good?

The smile on Murong Chen's face disappeared in an instant, and he said coldly: "If you don't see the coffin, you two will go together!"

Murong Chen is going to fight two, and a shocking battle is about to break out.

Perspective transformation.

In the eighth floor of the deep and dark passage, Ling Qianye of the Blood Moon God Sect was walking aimlessly.

He was not very lucky and had not found the treasure hall for a long time. He walked back and forth several times in this maze-like passage.

Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he accidentally saw someone in the dark passage.

It's Tianjiu!

His hair was disheveled, as embarrassed as a dog, and he was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes to heal his wounds.

After getting closer, Ling Qianye found an extremely terrifying sword wound on the other party's chest. It was deep and blood was gushing out of the wound. The lingering sword intent was still eroding the latter's star energy.

.

Make it difficult for him to rely on himself and bridge the injuries on his body.

"What a great sword!"

A strange light flashed in Ling Qianye's eyes and he pondered: "Are you meeting Qin An?"

Seven Sages

Qin An, the leader of the Palace Divine Pill, has the highest achievement in swordsmanship among several people, and has mastered the Shenxiao sword intent.
To be continued...