Vol 2 Chapter 121: Fighting for thousands of years

Xiao Chen explored the inside of the silver warship, and instantly seemed to walk into a vast world, but the world was incomplete.
There is one less piece in the east, the inner part of the pattern is not perfect, and the damage is very powerful. As a result, the silver warship has no aura. The average person can't find it. This is a secret treasure.
Exiting the gods, Xiao Chen looked at the silver warship in his hand, and felt a little pity. After all, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the damage of the secret treasure is inevitable.
Moreover, the attacking battlefield was completely damaged, and there was no possibility of repairing it. Even if it was repaired, it could only be used as a transportation tool.
However, Xiao Chen decided to repair it. With his current strength, it is almost impossible to refine such a magic weapon. Let's not talk about the realm of the realm. The search for light materials will not be completed in a few years.
Now there is an almost complete magic weapon in front of you. It is too unreasonable to not use it. As for the above-mentioned attacking battle, you can re-paint one after waiting for the strength to improve.
The most important thing is that this should be the secret of a saint refining. The saints have been branded for tens of thousands of years and have been rooted in the interior of the silver warship, rock-solid.
"It seems that the secret treasure of the ancient sages refining can be 100% certain, that is, the magic weapon on the cultivation of the truth." Xiao Chen muttered to himself, is there a connection between the world and the world?
Shake his head and retract his thoughts, not thinking about it. Xiao Chen put the Lingshi and the armor on the ground into the ring of Qiankun. The gravitational technique was displayed, and the body vacated and flew toward the mountain wall with the waterfall.
Above the mountain wall, the wind whistling, the rock was fierce, and an old tree was on the cliff. Xiao Chen looked up and there was a higher mountain in front. There were clouds and mists on the top of the mountain.
"It's there." Xiao Chen said softly and continued to fly up.
The cold wind blew from the side, and Xiao Chen’s clothes were agitated, and the long hair kept flying. The more the wind went up, the more fierce the wind was, and the air could barely open his eyes.
After half a ring, Xiao Chen called, and fell on the top of the mountain. When he reached out, he could hold the white clouds, and the surrounding aura was very rich, giving a kind of ethereal agility.
Xiao Chen found an open space, took out the low-level Lingshi in the Qiankun ring, piece by piece, and prepared to put out a small gathering of the spirits to reunite the spirituality of the silver warship.
In fact, this gathering of spirits uses intermediate-level Lingshi to put the effect, the effect will be more obvious, but Xiao Chen is reluctant to reluctant these intermediate spirits.
The value of a middle-level Lingshi is equivalent to one hundred lower-level Lingshi, but no one will be stupid to change, because the intermediate Lingshi is too rare in Daqin.
A moment later, a small gathering of the spirits appeared. Xiao Chen put the silver warships on the array of eyes, and then slowly injected the vitality into it. The faint radiance slowly flowed along the lines.
The intense aura of the surrounding is infused with madness, and the surrounding aura is like a mist. After a while, it actually merges into a drop of liquid aura.
Hey!
A ray of light in the eyes suddenly lit up and rushed into the sky. The silvery small warship quickly rose in the light column, and the two lights shone above the hull.
Xiao Chen explored the gods, and the streaks of the silver warships flowed rapidly, constantly absorbing the horrible aura contained in the light column.
Half an hour later, the Lingshi above the ground began to crack quickly. Xiao Chen said: "No, the aura of this silver warship is too horrible, and the small poly-matrix can't satisfy it."
This guy has a big appetite. Xiao Chen’s hateful thoughts, more than a hundred Lingshi-led auras of the heavens and the earth, can not even insist on an hour, completely beyond his expectations.
Take out the inner lion of the golden lion king in the Qiankun ring. Xiao Chen looked at the silver warship in the air and felt a little bit sad. This golden inner dan contains the golden lion king for hundreds of years to absorb. The strength of heaven and earth.
Pure and incomparable, no matter what the property of the military, you can directly absorb it. Put it in the polyline array, you can instantly upgrade the level of the polyline array to the intermediate level.
It’s just that Xiao Chen is reluctant. He intends to stay with him when he is promoted to Wu Wang. Wu Wang is a hurdle. When he passes, he will immediately stand on the peak of everyone. If he can’t go, he will only live forever.
In the end, I took it back and took out the middle-level Lingshi. The value of this intermediate Lingshi is not at all poor. And its practical value is very large, it is hard currency in any place, Xiao Chen put it on the lines, the heart is like blood.
Forty intermediate-level Lingshi, which consumed nearly half of Xiaochen's collections, was arranged in a medium-sized polyline array. Xiao Chen smashed a handprint, and the wind was so strong that the aura within a radius of a thousand meters came in endlessly.
Tick! Tick!
The water droplets formed by the aura, such as raindrops, generally fall on the top of the mountain. These are the essence of the spirit. Xiao Chen didn't want to waste it. He took out a space-like magical jade bottle and put it all in, and collected all the water drops scattered in the sky.
The beam of light in the eyes became even more awkward, and the silver warship began to emit endless brilliance. Xiao Chen clearly felt that the sage of the sage in the hull began to slowly recover.
call!
A horrible holy light broke out, and the silver boat began to rise rapidly. It rose by a kilometer between the blinks, turning into a black spot disappearing into the view of Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen was shocked and quickly flew up. Gravity is not a real flying martial art. The higher the Xiao Chenfei, the greater the gravitational pull, and the energy consumption will increase exponentially.
In the sky, Xiao Chen is flying higher and higher, you can see the endless clouds rolling around. The beam of light in the eyes of the gathering of the spirits penetrates the endless clouds, as if it really wants to reach the sky.
The vitality of the body is rapidly consumed. Xiao Chen’s brow is slightly wrinkled. Now he can only see the faint figure of the silver warship. I don’t know how high it will fly.
Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and directly took out an intermediate Lingshi in the palm of his hand. In a moment, a horrible spirit broke into the meridian of Xiao Chen, and the thick energy would fill the meridians.
A sense of excitement spread to the skin of Xiao Chen's body, feeling like a blast, full of endless power.
boom!
Xiao Chen shouted, and the speed of the rise suddenly increased several times. The figure smashed a wave in the air, and caught up with the silver warship in the blink of an eye.
Rumble!
The silver warship stood at the top of the beam of light and suddenly turned into a silver warship with a length of several tens of feet and two feet. The flag on the bow stood with a big flag on it. Words, flying in the wind.
Around the ship, there were clouds and thunder, and endless lightning surrounded it.
"There can be repairs on its own, how the ancient saints were refining." Xiao Chen looked at the silver warship surrounded by lightning, and was shocked.
Those incomplete streaks, Xiao Chen had prepared for his own repairs, and did not expect to reunite the silver warship's aura, it would automatically repair it.
Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something, and if so, let it be repaired, as a sage treasure, covered with the mark of this saint. Now that the saint is gone, it will automatically find the descendants of the saint's blood and automatically recognize the Lord.
"You must erase the seal of the saint and put your own brand." In the eyes of Xiao Chen, he showed a firm look and said one word at a time.
Crossing the endless dark clouds, passing through the flashing thunder and lightning, Xiao Chen steadily fell on the bow of the ship, his eyes were full of cautious look, and the flag on the bow of the bow was written.
The black flag seems to have come down from ancient times, standing quietly on the bow of the ship, dancing in the wind, and making hunting sounds. The slogan written on the flag, the dragon and the phoenix dance, a stroke, seems to have the power of a thousand, the edge is fascinating, the momentum is crazy.
Xiao Chen’s eyes are like a torch, staring at the slogan. He knows what he wants to do. This is to fight against the saints and to erase the spiritual brand of the saints.
Among the dangers, nine deaths and a lifetime, it goes without saying, but Xiao Chen’s eyes are persevering, and there is no plan to step back. The gods are like a sword and shoot in the flag.
boom! In an instant, the surrounding scene disappeared instantly. Xiao Chen appeared on a thick magma. From time to time, there were spurts of fire and waves. In the distance, there was a volcanic fire, releasing endless heat waves and red water.
There are nine suns in the sky. A huge is in the air, and there is a ray of light behind it. Endless pressure is scattered in this space.
Hey!
The gods suddenly opened their eyes and shot a golden light. They shrouded Xiao Chen directly and shouted: "When you see the people, how dare you be so disrespectful, you don't squat."
This sound is like a thunder in nine days, and the words are shocking. In this space, it keeps reverberating and deafening, making people feel chilling.
The last sound came to an echo, which was combined with Xiao Chen’s heartbeat. The sound is getting faster and faster, and the heart of Xiao Chen is also beating with the thump of the plop, like jumping out of the chest.
boom! boom! boom!
Xiao Chen rubbed his chest and felt that tremendous pressure came from him. His heart was extremely depressed, painful and tangled. The face of the knife was twisted and twisted, and his right foot could not help but kneel on the ground.
"I still don't hurry down!!!" The voice continued to echo in Xiao Chen's ear, as if it was directly printed into the mind of Xiao Chen, lingering, can not afford.
The sound of the gods is vast, over nine days, the sound is like a thunder, the words are like a sword, like a sword, sharp and arrogant, mortal ants, can not fear!
The prestige of the ancient saints is so horrible. Even after tens of thousands of years, his mark has such a terrible majesty. In this spiritual space, he fully takes the initiative.
This is a contest that spans 10,000 years. The spirit of Xiao Chen, unless simulated, transcends the existence of this god, or there is no chance of winning.
As long as his other ankle goes down, his spiritual imprint will disappear completely, and the body will become a soulless body!