Chapter 364: Shaoguan

Ling Xiao finally understood that the name of Hua Laojiao collecting rare things on the Xuantian continent came from.
If he was not so persistent, how could he have two maps for one person, and he would immediately yell when he saw the roots of Baidumu.
Ling Xiao didn't think about anything else, because when the eight maps were put together, the originally seemingly ordinary map suddenly took a black light and automatically merged the eight maps into one map.
The seven people on the field were suddenly stunned. Rao was a person with a head and face on the mainland. When faced with such weird things, they still couldn’t help but reveal the surprise on their faces.
The map clearly shows the levels of the entire underground palace and the difficulties in passing the levels.
For example, the sixth level is an ancient god, Lu Wu, to deal with this beast, Lu Wu, must have the same level of beasts or the same level of the soul of the soul chain soul teacher.
Ling Xiao immediately understood that it was why Hua Laojiao would look at Xiaolinzi. The level of Ziyu Qilin’s Xiaobei has already been told by Ling Xiao, and the potential is unlimited. Otherwise, Xiao Beiyu will not leave Xiaolinzi specially. The protection is slim.
It’s just that Ling Xiao’s own strength is too weak, and there is no way to fully exploit the strength of Xiaolinzi. However, these seven people have taken a fancy to Xiaolinzi. It is estimated that they have the means to let Xiaolinzi exert full strength.
Ling Xiao is too lazy to pay attention to this now, because he has already seen it here. This map is the same for him.
Looking at the seven people on this map as a jewel, Ling Xiao could not help but sneer at the bottom of my heart: "I really have never seen the country's country people, compared with you, the Lord is not a countryman, hehe."
They don't know what Ling Xiao is thinking, and they don't bother to think about what Ling Xiao is thinking, thinking wholeheartedly about the things inside the palace.
The strangeness of this palace has been seen from the outside. When they stepped into the palace, there was nothing to surprise them.
It is no different from a secular palace. It is magnificent and the lights are bright.
The only thing different from the secular palace is the light here. The fire here is a black flame.
No one knows where the energy of this black flame comes from, but the black flame is there, as if it is eternal.
It is a black flame, but it shines like a white enamel. This strange black fire is like a shadow cast in the hearts of everyone, covering most of their previous enthusiasm.
Those who can come here understand what this black flame represents, and that is the black flame that burns the world that the Lord of the Souls has left.
At the thought of the possibility of belonging to the control of the Lord of the Devil, the hearts of all of them cooled down. However, they are all one of the best figures on the mainland, and how they will be scared off by the black flames of these two rows.
Ling Xiao closely followed these guys, walked the map for almost an hour, and finally reached the first level.
There was a shadow in the door, blocking the way of the people.
The phantom and the Yang Bai's dress are similar to seven or eight, a loose robes, a goatee, a long sword, a pair of thick eyebrows, and a serious look at everyone.
"Return quickly, otherwise it will be late." The shadow of the long sword was screaming and screaming, but these people were able to drink back in a word.
"Just rely on you a shadow of the sky, you want to stop us, it is simply delusional." After a sigh, goatee Yang Bai shot.
Yang Bai’s one-handed sword pointed a wave, and the flying sword behind him screamed toward the virtual shadow.
The careful Ling Xiao discovered that the face of the virtual shadow had a helpless expression.
However, Yang Bo, who has already taken the shot, did not see it at all, or subconsciously ignored this expression.
"诛天剑." Yang Bo's sword void painted a big purple "诛" word, "诛" word appeared, countless flying sword shadows flying out from the word, Wan Jian Qifa, flying to That illusion.
"诛天剑." That virtual shadow is just a sword, a similar slogan appears, the same Wan Jian Qifa, screaming to Yang Bai's Wan Jian.
A burst of squeaking sounds, countless purple souls scattered around, and the two scorpions became almost nothing at the same time.
"You will even smash the sword." Yang Bai looked black and black: "It seems that you can't solve it without using that treasure."
After all, Yang Bai thought about it, and a pair of male and female swords flew out of his space.
"God and the female sword." The phantom looked terrified: "Yang's stinky boy, you can't do this to your ancestors..."
Before the virtual shadow said the words behind, the pair of male and female swords slammed, and left and right curved around the past, turned into a yin and yang sword circle, trapped the soul of the day in the sword circle.
As a golden chaos force flashed, the illusion screamed and dissipated into nothingness.
Yang Bai’s goatee trembled:
You are my ancestor, I am your ancestor.

Ling Xiao shook his head sadly, watching Yang Bai like watching an idiot.
In the end, it is said that this person is really an idiot or something, so obvious facts can not be seen.
Even Yang Bai chose to ignore it, and Ling Xiao would not be obliged to remind Yang Bo of this fact.
The treasure to be used in this first pass is the goddess and the male swords of the Yang Bai family. Ling Xiao finally understood.
Later, the eight people continued to walk for more than an hour and came to the second gate.
The second level is a door full of black smoke. You can feel the smog of the smog when you are not close. It is like a black demon with claws and claws. You want to swallow all these people who come here. .
As if to prove this group of black smoke, the black-haired old man threw out a flower, and did not reach the ten-meter side of the group, immediately turned into the withered fiber.
"Call the flower, you don't mean that you have the root of a hundred poisonous woods in your hand. How can you still take it out?" The disgusting look of the black-haired old man seems to be born, and whoever speaks is this virtue. .
Calling the old man screaming and laughing: "This thing is in the kid's hand."
Calling Hua Laojiao pointed to Ling Xiao, everyone turned their eyes to Ling Xiao.
In the eyes of these people, Ling Xiao immediately felt that the black-faced strong man was throwing his own naked, naked and naked eyes.
Ling Xiao was too lazy to say something to these guys. He took out the roots of the poisonous wood from the space and was about to throw it into the black smoke. The black-faced strong man suddenly said coldly: "You have this hundred Where is the root of the poisonous wood?"
Ling snorted: "The robbed from the Laoshan old demon..."
"It turned out that you killed my brother." The black-faced strong man was furious, and he punched Ling Xiao without a warning.
It was also that Long Yuxi was in front of Ling Xiao’s body, and it took a heavy punch for the black-faced strong man.
"Heshan Black Tower, since everyone is on the same boat now, what are the grudges, wait to go out and say." Long Yuxi screamed: "Before you go out, if you don't mess around, don't blame me."

Being called by Long Yuxi, the Laoshan Black Tower can only scream twice, glaring at Ling Xiao: "Boy, you are waiting, your life is mine."
Ling Xiao knows why Hua Laojiao does not take away the roots of his own poisonous wood. It turns out that this old man, who seems to be harmless to humans and animals, is so secretive.
However, Ling Xiao simply did not put this matter in his heart. A person who is going to die is yin, so he will be free.
As for the intimidation of Lushan Black Tower, it will not be in the heart, because Ling Xiao can be sure that this guy can't escape the seal palace.
Without too much entanglement, Ling Xiao threw the root of the poisoned wood into the black smoke of the group. The magical, this group of black smoke was immediately absorbed by the root of the intercepted poisonous wood, which intercepted the poison. The roots of the wood have also changed to Van Wood.
The second level is just over.
Came to the third level, a mirror hanging in front of the third level, appeared in front of eight people.
This long-looking mirror, which looks very ordinary, is to stop the people who think they are top-notch on the mainland.
This mirror is about one person high. Anyone who walks in front of it can completely reflect the other person's body.
"This is the legendary mirror mirror." The nasty black-haired old man didn't seem to know how much he hated, and continued to use her chicken-like voice.
The guy who shook the fan smiled: "Do not worry, this mirror will be handed over to me."
"What is the mirror mirror." Ling Xiao quietly asked the dragon Yuxi around him.
Long Yuyu replied with no expression: "You don't know if you see the Yaoshan son."
Without Long Yuxi, Ling Xiao naturally has a big eye to watch.
I saw that Yaoshan was standing confidently in front of the mirror and took out another small mirror, aiming at the position of the chest on the chest.
"He is what he wants to do." Ling Xiao was very curious, but then he immediately understood.
The soul of the Yaoshan son was twitching, and a wave of fan attached to his hand, a purple light shot toward his heart in the mirror.
With a bang, the purple light was reflected back by the long mirror and smashed toward the heart of Yaoshan!
The speed of this purple light is so fast that it is astounding. Don't say that Ling Xiao didn't respond. The other purple-level strong people didn't have any reaction at all.
With a bang, the purple light reached the mirror at the heart of Yaoshan, and it was launched again, and the long mirror on the opposite side was broken.
Ling Xiao understands that the so-called mirror mirror is to reflect the opponent's attack intact.
The mirror on the hands of Yaoshan’s son is as reflective as the mirror mirror.
It is estimated that the mirror mirror can only be reflected once, so when the second reflection attack comes, the mirror mirror loses its effect and becomes a myriad of fragments.