Chapter 1401: Transformation!

Chapter 1401 Transformation!
"Second Brother, Fourth Brother, why are you two here?"
Prince Jinwu frowned slightly, displeased, and said, "I have already set up an eight-door lock dragon array in advance, the blood of the barren martial arts has been banned, and I can't escape at all!"
There are many Jinwu people, but the younger generation of each generation respects the ten sons of Jinwu.
These two half ancestors are also two of the ten sons of Jinwu.
One is the second prince Jinwu and the other is the fourth prince Jinwu!
Among the ten sons of Jinwu, Xiu has different realms, but Xiu is the lowest.
"Three brother, if we don't come, you are afraid that you will be killed by this wasteland."
Prince Jinwu smiled.
"Humph!"
Prince Jinwu shook his fist and said, "Don't think that I don't know what idea you're fighting, it's all about trying to fight for the treasures of the wild!"
The ten sons of Jinwu are full of fierce competition, and not all are close to each other and are very common.
The second prince Jinwu never said a word, but came to the bronze Fang Ding in his own care, and directly lifted the bronze Fang Ding.
"Good weight!"
The second Prince Jinwu was surprised.
The deserted body fell, but two treasures were left, one is this bronze Fang Ding, and the other is the Dragon Sword of Shenhuang Island.
Dragon spirit sword, notorious.
There is also the word of the Emperor of the Sword, who can control the Dragon Sword, who is the master of the Phoenix Island!
But in the eyes of Prince Jinwu, this bronze Fang Ding is more precious and mysterious than the Dragon Sword!
This bronze Fang Ding looks completely dead, and his body is covered with cracks.
But it was this bronze Fang Ding that resisted the shots of their two great ancestors!
The second Prince Jinwu closed his eyes, condensed the divine knowledge, and wanted to erase the imprint of the divine spirit left on the bronze Fang Ding.
Only by erasing the imprint of the godly knowledge left by the deserted warrior, can this bronze Fang Ding become his treasure!
On the other side, Prince Jinwu stepped forward and slammed the Dragon Sword, grinning at the third Prince Jinwu and grinning, "San Brother, this Dragon Sword is mys."
"Humph!"
Prince Jinwu snorted, his face ugly.
Since World War I, he broke his third foot and fled back to Penglai Island after serious injuries. His position among the Jinwu people has plummeted!
Breaking the third foot Jinwu is equivalent to losing the most powerful hole card!
The third prince Jinwu thought that this time he would suppress the deserted Wuwu, obtain the treasures and exercises of the deserted Wuwu, and make a breakthrough.
Unexpectedly, this time, he also missed the slightest benefit and was intercepted by two of the ten Jinwu sons!
The four princes of Jinwu stepped forward with a smile, and the palm of the hand just touched the Dragon Sword, and the change suddenly became abrupt!
Huh!
The knife body suddenly trembled violently, sending out a violent and fierce knife air, the ancestral air of the ancestor was diffused, exuding powerful coercion!
"Ok?"
The Prince Jinwu was unguarded, and his palm was scratched by the knife gas from the dragon spirit sword, and his blood was dripping!
"A masterless weapon is also arrogant!"
The four princes Jinwu put away a smile and looked cold.
These wounds in the palm of the hand have no effect on the half-ancestors, but in a blink of an eye, the wounds have healed.
Prince Jinwu urged the blood mana, and the golden sun flames condensed in the palm of his hand, constantly burning the broiling dragon spirit sword!
The spirit of the Dragon Sword was instantly burned into nothingness.
Even the ancestral ancestors are somewhat unsustainable!
"expensive!"
However, the Dragon Sword is still extremely irritable, feeling the strange blood, the mad explosion of the ancestral spirit of the ancestors, actually condensing an ancestral ghost in the midst of the air, a high-pitched dragon yelled at the fourth Prince of Wu Wu!
"Sin Beast!"
Prince Jinwu resentfully said, "In front of me, you are so noisy!"
Prince Jinwu opened his mouth and suddenly sprayed a red-gold flame, which swallowed the ancestors instantly, burning wildly!
Zulong Xingying wailed for a while.
After all, the power of the Dragon Sword can't stop the half-ancestor of the Jinwu tribe!
"Hey!"
Seeing this scene, Prince Jinwu could not help laughing.
The two princes Jinwu and the fourth prince Jinwu, who wanted to occupy the two treasures of the desert, encountered great obstacles.
You can see the two eating, and the third Prince Jinwu rejoiced for a while.
"What about this woman?"
Xuan Shuang's eyes fell on Mo Huaying's body.
"kill!"
Tian Feng was expressionless and said only one word.
Xuan Shuang shook her head slightly and said, "Such a beautiful person is still fit and powerful. It is a pity to kill."
"This girl must die!"
Tianfeng was strong and firm.
If Mo Ying returned to Shenhuang Island alive, then he would be inseparable.
In his heart, there wasn't much pity for Xiangxiyuyu to say.
Listening to Tian Feng's power and Xuan Shuang's discussion, Mo Ying's face showed no fluctuations and no fear in his eyes.
She is one of the most-selected servants of Shenhuang Island.
Little Master died, and she didn't need to survive.
"strange!"
At this moment, Prince Jinwu opened his eyes and closed his brows, and said, "This desolate martial art is just the prince of law, and the mark of God's consciousness left on the bronze Fang Ding.
Normally, as a half-ancestor, he erased the consciousness of Faxiang Daojun almost instantly.
But all this incense has passed, and the god's knowledge on the bronze Fangding still shows no sign of being wiped away!
"Hey!"
Prince Jinwu laughed and said, "Don't you know yet? Even the only deserted army has been buried in the holy volcano, the deserted army has not died!"
"What do you mean?"
Prince Jinwu asked with a frown.
"Wan Wu had two real bodies before falling, only one of his real dragons!"
Prince Jinwu said: "That is to say, Wu Wu is not dead yet. How can it be so easy to erase his knowledge!"
Normally, if the monk disappears, only the mark of the gods remains, and it is much easier to erase it.
But if the monk is not dead and wants to erase the mark of consciousness, the difficulty will increase a lot.
"That's not right."
Prince Jinwu shook his head and said, "This bronze Fang Ding is obviously a magic weapon of this Wuling real body. What does it have to do with that real body?"
"Unless this dragon of the wild race is not dead ..."
There was a thought in the mind of Prince Jinwu.
Immediately, he denied the idea.
They saw with their own eyes, how could it be alive that the desolate fell into the holy volcano and was engulfed in that terrible magma?
Prince Jinwu smiled at himself and whispered, "It's me who cares."
At this point, Prince Jinwu closed his eyes and continued to urge the gods to refine the bronze Fang Ding.
in fact.
Prince Jinwu guessed it right.
Su Zimo did not die!
Not only did he not die, in the holy volcano, he was also experiencing one of the greatest physical and blood metamorphosis since his practice!
(End of this chapter)