Vol 3 Chapter 913: Fight for the spirit

The radiance shines, the holy mark is about to open, and the secret treasures of the heavens are filled with treasures, and there are various spiritual veins waiting for the public to dig out.
The opportunity is rare, the martial arts of the various ethnic groups on the scene and the genius of the younger generation are all looking forward to it.
Xiao Chen sat at the top of the monument, and looked at the imperial move in his eyes. He smiled and took back his sight.
Put your gaze below the top, and some faint traces are thoughtful.
Those who have left these traces in the legend have left the world mysteriously. It is said that they have reached the realm of Valkyrie.
According to the time recorded on the monument, 3,200 meters, a large golden name represents the time of the ancient martial arts peak.
Then these traces are still above this. Is it true that the martial arts era still has an era farther than the ancient times?
He looked down, and in the 3,200-meter place, there were some similar ambiguities in the golden name.
In my mind, like what I thought of, Xiao Chen used his fingers to gently touch it, and a trace of the bottom.
boom!
There was a vast picture in front of me, and I swept across the sky with a knife and swiftly approached him.
The person who made the knife couldn't see the face and sip it lightly. Just as Lei Ming rumbling in the sea of ​​knowledge, Xiao Chen's body trembled and his fingers hurriedly moved away, almost falling off the holy mark.
"Even if I can fly so high, I want to be named on it, I am afraid it is difficult to do it."
Xiao Chen’s heart confessed that the knives that had just been slashed were not the masters of the traces left behind, but the mysterious forces inside the stone tablets.
I want to be the highest name, I am afraid that it is not something that Wu Sheng can do. At least the invisible knife light, no one can block it.
The ones that can leave traces here are definitely not the existence of Wusheng, but the rules of the holy mark are clearly limited to the world of Wusheng.
Even if Wudi came, he couldn’t get close to the holy mark. Is it not the same in the years when it was farther away than in ancient times?
The shimmering light, the more dazzling, the person who left the name on the stone tablet, can clearly feel that the power from the inscription is pulling them gently.
Just as the stone monument was about to open, over the mountainside, suddenly a group of uninvited guests, two men and one woman, watching the breath is not any of the five ethnic groups.
Someone saw their eyes and recognized the clothes they wore. They sighed a little and said, "How can the of the Devil's Sea come to us?"
The Kunlun is very big. It is hard to go out of the mainland, and there is no ocean without boundaries. It is too vast to be exhausted.
It is quite familiar in Tianwu domain. Naturally, it is the chaos of the west and the Yellow Earth Magic Garden. The monks are the hegemons of the chaos.
After the chaos of the sea and the wider ocean world, there are also smart races like the deaf, and even a few rare but extremely powerful races.
In the ancient times, I heard that there was a sea emperor of the unified sea. All the sea people were obeying the order of the Hai Palace. However, the Sea Palace has long since been destroyed, and the seas are rare. The sea world has long since changed.
Two men and one woman, from the appearance point of view, is not much different from humans, but all eyes are all beautiful dark blue.
Xiao Chen paid special attention to their feet. It is said that the scorpion was born without a foot, and the upper body was a person who was a fish. Only when the strength reached a certain level, can it be freely transformed.
The three saw the shining trace of the holy mark, and quickly flew to the front of the body to name, the height of the stay, all of them are at 2,800 meters.
It was too late to think about what the three monks had come to, and everyone who had engraved the name was forced into it by the suction of the holy mark.
Ten days later, the entered warriors will be automatically sent out, and the St. Marks will be closed. The next time it is opened, it will be ten years later.
When Xiao Chen opened his eyes, the scene of the Kunlun Mountains disappeared and was replaced by a slightly deserted grassland.
There are no other people around, and thousands of people who want to come to the scene are randomly sent to different places.
Looking up towards the end of the field of vision, at the very center of the world, there is a beam of light linking the heavens and the earth, attracting the eyes of Xiao Chen.
Xianling Jiezhong Jiaojiao explained: "The light column is the treasure house in the holy mark, but it is not an easy thing to go."
The name of the Treasure Hall is very easy to understand. Xiao Chen asked: "The treasure inside should not be taken away in vain."
"Well, there are not only secret passages in the organs, but also various kinds of ancient shackles. These shackles are not so good to deal with. The battles that you have contacted in the Tianzi training room are the imitation of these ancient shackles."
The battle of the Tianzi training room, Xiao Chen was still fresh in the beginning, not only has fighting memory, but also weak wisdom, even martial arts and artistic conception can master.
"Look at it later, I want to collect the source of the veins. There should be no such thing on the grassland."
Xiao Chen looked around in a circle and said that although there are many spiritual implants in the fairy ring, he only cares about two kinds. One is the laurel tree, and the dragon is the fruit.
The former laurel flower, chewed, can almost cure any injury, which is much more convenient than any medicinal medicine.
There is not much need for dragon fruit, and there are few natural treasures that can directly strengthen the strength of the military. Using the source of the pulse, it can increase the number of years.
If you reach the millennium, you can get great benefits from the current state of Xiao Chen.
Yan Jiao said with a smile: "This is not certain. This small world cannot be judged by the outside world. The outside world is under the mountains, but the spirit may be at your feet."
Xiao Chen closed his eyes, and the gods extended their maximum detection distance by 10,000 meters. They swept round and round for a few laps. Nothing was found.
The source of the spiritual pulse, if there is no special means of sealing, can be easily found through the distance of the distance.
"Don't look like this, the source of the spiritual veins here is hidden in a special stone layer, there will be no aura fluctuations leaking out. Above the land where the source of the spiritual veins is hidden, the undead flowers will grow and the undead will be found. You can find the pulse in ten or nine."
Geng Jiao said, how to find a way to find the spirit here, and said in detail with Xiao Chen.
The undead flower contains a great power of death and is the favorite of the ghost family. Where there is no aura, it is not a strange thing to grow out of the undead.
I thought about it. On the vast grassland, far away, suddenly a purple, red and blue sympathy rose, and Tian Xiangrui descended from the sky.
Xiao Chen slightly frowned, this is a sign of the spirit of the pulse, so soon someone found the pulse, Sancai Lingguang is a third-order spirit.
The third-order spiritual veins are taken back to suppress the mountains, and the intermediate-level Lingshi can already be mined. In the Cangjie world, it is possible to open a school or a party.
Hey!
These visions have naturally attracted the attention of many people, and some of them have swiftly flew away in the place where the aura is located.
In addition to the warrior, you can hear a horrible beast, and the native spirit beasts on the prairie are also alarmed. The breath that comes out is the nine-level spirit beast that can be compared with Wu Sheng.
There are a few breaths, even Xiao Chen feels a little jealous, above the desolate grassland, it does not seem to be as calm as its surface.
At the foot of the thunder burst, Xiao Chen turned into a purple mang, and quickly flew past.
After a few breaths, they came to the place where the aura was located. The scene was chaotic and the warriors of all ethnic groups had it.
The ghosts of the ghosts and the corpses are entangled and compete for a black flower. The Yaozu, the Terran, and the Protoss are competing to chase this group of auras.
The sparkling light leaked out of the light group, floating in the air, the stars are a little bit, and the picture looks very beautiful.
Needless to say, black flowers are naturally undead, and the power of death contained in them can quickly increase the strength of the two warriors.
The light group is the source of the third-order spirituality. The Terran cultivation of the true Yuan, the Yaozu cultivation of the demon Yuan, the Protoss majoring in spiritual power, but also the cultivation of the real yuan.
Regardless of the focus of the three tribes' cultivation, it is the sacred law of martial arts. The vast aura of the heavens and the earth contained in the source of the spirit can be transformed into the sacred laws of their own cultivation.
Xiao Chen observed that among the three warriors who competed for the third-order spirit, there was no enchanting existence of the younger generation.
With a slight smile, the source of this third-order spirituality should not be costly. It is not the enchanting of the younger generation. Others are Wusheng. It is difficult to have a competitive strength in front of him.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
The sudden change suddenly occurred, and a figure suddenly smothered in, and made a violent water dragon roll. All the warriors who were hit by the water dragon roll all spit out a blood and landed on the ground.
There is no enemy between the waves, even the protagonist with strong strength is no exception. When it is too late to display spiritual martial arts, it will be violently smashed and hit hard.
The impact of the water dragon roll seems to be able to penetrate even the void, causing the eardrum to tremble.
"Yes, the source of the third-order spirit is also a rare thing in the sea of ​​chaos."
The person laughed and smiled. When he reached out, he held the light of the third-order spirit in his hand. Everything happened between the electric and the flint.
Chad the other pair of dark blue eyes, Xiao Chen looks a little condensed, the person turned out to be one of the three monks.