Throwing the spirit crystal into Chi Yan's mouth, Xiao Yang looked at the huge Yanyue Phoenix. Although the fire phoenix Chaoyang's spiritual skill was originally powerful, if the fire phoenix essence and blood were matched, the power would rise again.

"Wow!"

A blazing white flame erupted from Chi Yan's mouth, enveloping the entire Yanyue Phoenix. Half a quarter of an hour later, the latter's huge body disappeared, leaving only three purple droplets of blood in suspension.

Blood drops like fire, releasing extremely terrifying heat, and the air nearby is faintly illusory.

"Only three drops?" Xiao Yang was speechless for a while.

How big is Yanyue Phoenix's body, it actually contains only three drops of blood?

"Three drops are pretty good." Hong Shuangyue curled her lips and said: "Counting the drops it used before, there are four drops in total, which means that the True Phoenix blood in its body is strong enough to condense so much. Like my purple fire phoenix, you can make a complete drop even if you die."

"No wonder." Xiao Yang suddenly.

With these three drops of Fire Phoenix Essence Blood, even if Chi Yan is now facing the Twilight Qing Ming ghost demon, he can fight a battle, and it will not be used after three months.

Two spiritual power empowerments made him greatly improved, but the Twilight that should have received a share was weakened correspondingly, and the gap between the two instantly narrowed.

So now it seems that the so-called March period is still looking high at Twilight.

Taking out a glass bottle and putting the blood of Fire Phoenix in it, Xiao Yang stayed for a while again, and immediately separated from Tang Honglian and Hongshuangyue.

The days when Wushuang City opened were getting closer and closer, and it won't take long for them to gather in it and meet again.

"Huh!"

With the departure of Xiao Yang and others, Shenhuang Mountain returned to calm, and as the flames surged, one by one Balrog derives from it, wandering aimlessly around the mountain.

For the next period of time, Xiao Yang was not idle either.

He looked around for powerful spiritual warfare, which made the spiritual power of a few spirit beasts slightly vain as a result of the breakthrough, and gradually stabilized.

Soon, the desolate Wushuang City ushered in the day of opening.

A group of people, like locusts in the sky, gathered around Wushuang City, and the expressions on many people's faces were quite serious.

After entering Wushuang City, the competition will become more fierce. I don't know how many people will be buried in them because of the fragments of the tombs they carry with them.

"Huh!"

Landing smoothly on the ground, Xiao Yang walked towards the majestic ancient city.

Around the ancient city, there is an ancient city. Although this ancient city has been desolate for a long time, there is a puppet left over from the gate of the god's mausoleum, continuing to perform its mission.

As long as you carry a specific item, you can exchange it for the fragments of the tomb.

Although others didn't know its identity, the Mo master in the Xiaoyang Sky World Stone could see it through at a glance.

In the ancient city, the voices of people are bustling.

Xiao Yang was wearing a black robe, slowly walking through the crowd. After a while, an old man in coarse linen appeared at the end of the road.

Sitting on the ground, the old man looked indifferent, and the back of his right hand was as dry as a tree bark.

"I have three Edelweiss!"

"Senior, I have a hundred Sky Thunder Orbs to exchange!"

The few people around the old man looked respectful, obviously not knowing that the old man was actually a puppet's secret.

In their eyes, this old man is a peerless strong man, because a few months ago, a Tier 5 spiritual emperor who offended the old man and wanted to force a high price was killed by one of his fingers.

Since then, no one has dared to be presumptuous here.

"Wait, this puppet..." As Xiao Yang approached, his heart suddenly burst.

The old man's puppet actually gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if there was a certain connection between this puppet and him.

"Ok?"

The coarse linen shook, and the old man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the back of his left hand, palm facing up, suddenly burst into flames.

It looks like an ancient character...

"less……"

The old man's voice was extremely hoarse, only a word sound came out, and there was no sound anymore, and the faces of the people around him were surprised.

The old man, it seemed to have spoken just now?

Since entering Shenling Tian, ​​no one has ever seen the old man speak!

"I have two hundred thunder spirit grasses here. It stands to reason that you can exchange for 200,000 shrine fragments." Walking to the front of the old man, Xiao Yang politely stretched out his right hand, and the dense thunder spirit grass suspended on it.

Because he knew the identity of the old man, he was just a puppet, so even though Xiao Yang was polite, he was not overrespectful like the others around him.

Looking up at Xiao Yang, the old man's muddy eyes flashed a deep touch, and he nodded slowly, and he stroked the empty boundary stone around his waist, and he wanted to take out the fragments of the tomb.

"The fragments of the tomb of the gods in the puppet's empty world stone were all transmitted through the monuments of the gods tombs. The original gods tomb gate had such a complete operating system." Master Mo sighed softly, such a large handwriting, usually only Appearing in Dizhou, I didn't expect that there were also forces in the Northern Territory.

"Wow!"

The old man spread his right hand, and the two hundred thousand fragments of the mausoleum were like a still golden hurricane. It was really spectacular. This made many people around him cast surprised eyes on Xiao Yang.

Things like Thunder Spirit Grass only grow on Wanlei Mountain. There are many powerful spirit beasts in that mountain range. Even if the fifth-order Spirit Sovereign goes, it may not be able to retreat all over.

Therefore, almost everyone ~lightnovelpub.net~ has labeled Xiao Yang unprovoked.

"Snapped!"

Just when Xiao Yang was about to give the Lei Ling Grass to the old man, a tough long whip suddenly burst into the air, slammed it down heavily, and made a deep mark on the ground.

"What do you mean."

Xiao Yang flashed past the whip, his eyes rolled coldly and looked at the holder of the whip.

It was a tall woman with a tight black dress and a white face, barely considered exquisite, but the coldness hanging on it somewhat spoiled some feelings.

"The thunder spirit grass in your hand, I want it. I can add 10,000 more to the 200,000 shrine fragments." The woman glanced at Xiao Yang, her voice hard to hide.

She was worried that Xiao Yang would trade the Lei Ling Grass, so she immediately threw the long whip in her hand. As for why she didn't shout out in the first place, it was completely random.

She was too lazy to shout, and didn't dare to destroy the fragments of the tomb in the hands of the old man, so she chose to draw towards Xiao Yang.

"Ten thousand sacred mausoleum fragments, are there a lot?" Xiao Yang looked at the woman expressionlessly. If he hadn't been hiding quickly, his face would definitely be cracked and his flesh and blood would be opened.

"She seems to be Yan Lu."

"Yan Liang's sister? Why do I say so familiar?"

"Yan Liang? Among all the holders of the Red Stone Mausoleum Ring, which one is the strongest?"

Hearing the surrounding discussion, the expression on the woman's face became more and more arrogant. She sneered and said: "Too little? I know you like you, if you don't see rabbits or scatter eagles, you want to take advantage of it in your dreams. Who made me urgently need Thunder Spirit Grass, then I will satisfy you and add 10,000, 220,000, this is enough?"

His face was covered with indifference, and Xiao Yang held Lei Ling Grass in his hands, a word with no emotion, slowly spit out from his mouth.

"roll."

(End of this chapter)