Vol 2 Chapter 653: The legendary 9 ghost dragons

Daxia city, earth veins and sky.
Xia Tuo sat cross-legged, with four things in front of him, the black stone hall, and three shiny black beads, all four objects were filled with a thick yin.
Judging by his eyesight, Shidian should belong to a piece of witch treasure of extremely high rank.
Being able to be blended into the ghost by the Manifestation of Saint Realm martial artist is enough to explain the rank of this witch treasure, and he suspects that the reason why the ghost tribe can hide from Da Xia Ziyun's prying eyes is the black stone temple.
The surface of the stone hall is full of reliefs, and the two hideous ghost kings in front of the door are stationed in front of the door, and the whole body exudes an icy atmosphere. When fighting with the ghost warriors before, this stone hall evolved into six ghost kings.
"Ancestor, what do you think this thing is."
"It's just a king soldier."
"Oh."
Upon hearing the sound, Xia Tuo nodded.
Isn't it a king soldier?
"Ancestor, Turtle Ancestor, is this really Wang Bing?"
"Ok."
Old Yuan snorted: "The kid who has never seen the world, just a king soldier."
Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo's expression on his face full of ecstasy faded, and he hummed dissatisfiedly: "Is it so obvious?"
At this moment, he grasped the black stone hall with his big hands, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. For a while, the hideous ghosts carved on the surface of the stone hall felt much better, not scary at all.
"You can't use it."
Then, Lao Yuan slammed: "There are still a few auras in this stone temple, but it's not the spirit of the instrument, it seems that the spirit of the instrument has disappeared. Controlling this stone temple with your current strength is just looking for death."
"This is Wang Bing."
Xia Tuo didn't care about this. It was one thing in his own hands, but it was another matter whether it was Wang Bing.
At a certain level, the king's weapon corresponds to the king of the sky-opening realm. This is the real power, the weapon used by the power, how can it be regarded as half power.
Looking at the stone hall carefully, Xia Tuo made a difficult decision. He didn't need to peek into the scene in the stone hall with direct mental thoughts, lest he really died. If his body is broken, he can still repair it, but his soul is broken. Fart.
Cherish life, stay away from uncertain crises, and try to avoid cause and effect.
"The ancestors have worked so hard over the years. Let the ancestors use this king soldier."
While talking, Xia Tuo pushed the stone temple in his hand to the side of the small puddle, with an awe-inspiring look.
"My ancestor, I am holding the Tianhe Water Rhyme. This is the stuff of the ghost clan. It is ghostly and not round at all. Why are you here."
Before the words were finished, Lao Ying, lying in the puddle, moved with his petrified body, opened his big mouth and swallowed the stone temple.
Xia Tuo: "..."
He was just polite, but he didn't expect the to be really polite.
"You kid is polite, the ancestor is not polite, and reluctantly accepted it."
Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo groaned depressedly: "You're welcome."
To be honest, he really can’t bear to bear it, but he really can’t control this king soldier. Apart from anything else, the magic weapon used by the king seems to be the artifact blessed by the palace owners of the Night Tour Palace. Who can do that? Ensure that there is no idea that the king is immortal.
The king's idea is to burp the ground, and supernatural power is a fart.
No matter how good Wang Bing is, he has only one life, stays away from the crisis, really loves life, starts from bit by bit, never takes a chance, does his best, and starts from himself.
The other one is fine even if it is given to Lao Yuan. Lao Yuan is in Daxia and Wang Bing is also in Daxia. In the future, he really has the opportunity to be the king, and Daxia is in the royal court.
At that time, there was only one king soldier.
When did he make someone lose money?
"Puff~"
Just when Xia Tuo was about to make a sound again, the stone palace was vomited by the old man, flashing black light, and one after another ghost energy began to develop.
An aura that made him unable to resist, his body involuntarily retreated, and the spiritual veins in the cave began to melt.
Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo's heart suddenly became tight, okay, this pot was shaken in time, and he almost buried himself.
Sure enough, cheap is not so good, first of all, you must have strength.
"Woo, mobilize the clan movement."
In an instant, the purple pillars stood one after another in the sky above Tianlu Mountain, rising up the nine heavens and descending to the earth veins, sealing the earth vein Dongtian into a purple god's realm.
The purple spirit of family luck enveloped the world, Lao Yuan slowly crawled out of the puddle, the tortoise shell on his back was like weathered gravel, his mouth opened, and a long blue river rushed from his mouth. After coming out, the black stone hall was washed away, and the ghost spirit gradually melted in the long river.
"Hey, there is one more living."
At this moment, Xia Tuo had become a spectator, quietly watching Lao Yuan driving the real water to wash away the ghostly spirit, and Lao Yuan's voice came from her ear.
"Nine Nether Yinlong is still in its infancy."
There was a gloomy light in Lao Yuan's eyes, looking through the stone palace.
"Unexpectedly, this kind of strange beast that can only be born in a place where the world is absolutely shaded, has not been cut off."
In the pool in the ghost temple, a big head, slender like chopsticks, covered with ugly little snakes like pustules, half-raised his head in the water, looking at the old man outside the stone temple.
"Do you come out by yourself, or I will catch you out."
Hearing the sound, Jiuyou Yinlong's body trembled, and when it was over, it seemed that the envoy of the Night Tour Palace was belching, and now it is hard to protect himself.
"Don't feel inferior. Although I look ugly, I have lived for tens of thousands of years. I have seen more ugly ancestors than you. You are not the ugliest."
Jiuyou Yinlong "..."
"Cough~~"
Seeing Lao Yuan talking about Dashan, Xia Tuo gave a light cough, indicating his existence.
Don't take the clan master to be a big player. In this underground cave, he can be regarded as the top five martial arts powerhouse.
In the next moment, he saw a black shadow like a snake emerge from the portal of the black hole of the stone temple.
After seeing what appeared clearly, Xia Tuo was taken aback.
I go.
It's really ugly!
Isn't Lao Yuan mistaken, sure this is a dragon?
Frozen, he murmured: "I have seen you a long time ago, I thought the earth dragon was the ugliest dragon clan."
Jiuyou Yinlong curled up, his slender body wrapped his head in a circle, his entire body bulged, revealing a pitiful appearance.
"Nine Sun Fire Phoenix, Nine Nether Yin Dragon."
At this time, the yin and sorrowful voice of the old man sounded, which made Xia Tuo feel chilly all over. What kind of is there.
"Since the nine thousand six hundred and thirty-nine years of the Chiming calendar, the Nine Sun Fire Phoenix has fallen into the Black Sea, and there is a rumor that there is no innate blood in the wasteland."
"Boy, do you want to taste the taste of God."
Hearing the sound, Jiuyou Yinlong was shocked. This is its deepest secret, even the ghost martial artist of the Night Tour Palace is not clear.
It stays in the Night Tour Palace, also to hide itself, so as not to be noticed by the old monsters in the world, and stew it. Although it looks ugly, it might be fragrant when it is stewed.
It's scary to think about it.
The same Xia Tuo also showed surprise, he shook his head.
"It's too ugly to eat."
"I really didn't pursue it."
Lao Yuan cursed: "Do you know why the old reptile has its current status? Back then, a grass snake faded away from the mortal body, and it was reborn after drinking a drop of divine blood."
Lao Yuan’s eyes were full of hatred. He was fortunate enough to drink a drop of divine blood to transform from a tortoise to Jiujiayu. The name Jiujiayu was born in the Chiming era, and it didn’t exist before the Chiming era. Yes, he is talking about.
It is precisely because of this drop of divine blood that the tortoise clan's blood has been stimulated to be transparent and can live so long.
The reason why the old reptile wants to eat him is very simple, God's blood.
Swallowing him, gathering the blood of the gods, might be able to reproduce the majesty of the innate creatures and break the shackles of the life class since Yankang.
"The ancestor is forgiving, I say, I say all."
Jiuyou Yinlong yelled, its voice seemed to be enveloping the yin wind, and it was very harsh. It knew that it was dangerous to play tricks in front of an old turtle who didn't know the depth, so it simply begged for mercy.
"I have nothing to do with the Minggui clan. I just want to hide my traces through the Minggui clan. What the Minggui clan does has nothing to do with me.
There is also a large formation of Mingzhu from the Minggui clan in the hall, which can be used to confine the space and transmit messages.
The Night Tour Palace of the Underworld Tribe and the attached Ghost Spirit Sect have long lost the king’s seat. The remaining three old ghosts of the realm have also been severely injured and fallen asleep, requiring a lot of Yin Qi to recuperate. May wake up.
The ghost tribe was able to come to the border from the northern border ghost area by using the secret action of the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land to block the witch orders and the king of the desolate ghost tribe.
Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land allows them to mess up the border, it is best to let the earth veins roll, as if the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land wants to find something here, the ghost envoy of the ghost clan inferred that this thing is hidden in the earth veins.
The envoys of the ghost clan were not at ease to work for the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, so they sent a group of people to trouble other places to deal with the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land. Their main force was to establish a ghost country and induce ghost energy to regain silence. The old ghost of the environment.
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This stone temple is a hall of ghosts, built by the first generation of night tour palace masters, the heavenly soul and ghost king. It is said that it has been instructed by the heaven and human realm great ghost king who sits in the nether land, and later has been blessed by the ghost kings of the past.
The man with chaotic horns is the portrayal of the ghost king of the heavenly soul. It is dead. The ghost king of the night travel palace has lived for the longest 8,000 years before being killed.
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I~~ I know so much, I really have nothing to do with the ghost clan, just want to use their power to hide myself.
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Alright, okay, I did something for the ghost clan, but these things have to be done. The dragon is in the ghost clan, so I can’t help myself.
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Xia Tuo sat cross-legged, and an animal skin scroll appeared in his hand. He listened and remembered that the history of the rise and fall of the ghost clan appeared on the wasteland.
"You continue ~EbookFREE.me~ After writing the last word, he looked at Jiuyou Yinlong and said aloud.
He really didn't know this thing, it was so ugly, it was because the old knew it, otherwise he thought it was an ugly monster and killed it directly.
"Spare my life, my meat is ugly, yes yes, I am poisonous, very poisonous, I am not only ugly, but also smelly."
Xia Tuo looked at Lao Yuan, and saw that a stream of light burst out of Lao Yuan's eyes and sank into the stone hall. Then black lights shot towards him, manifested in front of him, and piled up into one. heap.
It is Mingzhu.
There are more than a hundred in total, and there is also a black and shiny skull.
ps Sorry for it’s late, it’s not going to change today, but today it’s bad luck, things are half done, and I had noodles at a roadside noodle restaurant with my friends in the evening. I asked for the slightly spicy one. I came up and took a sip of the soup. It was so hot that I choked so much tears that my throat felt like a fire, and my swallowing hurts.