Chapter 302: Have you heard of different treasures?

Bringing the Halloween to the body, Huang Xiaolong came to the fourth hut. .
The fourth huts, the four walls are actually full of beautiful pictures, in addition, there is no such thing.
Huang Xiaolong glanced at it. There were 16 beautiful pictures and 16 beautiful women. The appearances were different, but they were all beautiful, and they all had their own characteristics. They were gentle, bold, cool, sweet, pure and enchanting.
Sixteen beautiful women, all red, watching these lifelike beautiful pictures, those full of jade peaks and the following weeds, even if Huang Xiaolong's surname, can not help but speed up.
After a while, Huang Xiaolong pressed his heart to mourn, and then looked at the red lines on the six beautiful pictures. The red line on each beautiful figure is different. Huang Xiaolong knows that this should be a set of exercises. .
Huang Xiaolong looked at the first beautiful figure, only to see a small and ancient font in the lower left corner.
"Seven Devils!"
Seven desire magic? This sacred cult is the master of the Holy Spirit. I did not expect that there is a set of seven magical powers. Huang Xiaolong guessed that the seven magical powers should be the ancient times, the practice of a certain magical strongman, Wan Shengzun Obtained under the opportunity.
At the moment, Huang Xiaolong is also welcome, and all these 16 beautiful pictures have been collected into the Shura.
After a while, Huang Xiaolong came to the fifth hut, but within the fifth hut, nothing was left, and the empty one was empty. The sixth hut was a scepter. The head of the scepter was the head of a beast, and the eyes were scarlet. It reveals the power of ancient beasts.
Huang Xiaolong took the scepter in his hand and started to warm up. Huang Xiaolong looked up and down for a long time, but could not see the origin of the scepter. Although he could not see the origin of the scepter, Huang Xiaolong felt that the scepter should have some origin, such as Shura Ring, Shura Blade.
Huang Xiaolong casually took it to Shura.
From the sixth huts, Huang Xiaolong scraped all the Lingzhi Lingcao in the Dongfu space into the Shura.
After the scraping, Huang Xiaolong launched a spiritual power, carefully searched every inch of the space in the cave, and tried to find out whether the gods of the gods and spirits could find out the gods.
This Holy Spirit, although he does not need it, but can later be given to his family to practice.
However, after searching every inch of space in Dongfu, Huang Xiaolong was somewhat disappointed that he did not find the sacred magical power.
In the end, Huang Xiaolong took out the Dongfu space and controlled the Shoushan Mountain from the bottom of the cold spring.
Although Huang Xiaolong absorbed, refining the innate fish of the cold spring, the blue cold wind, a few months passed, the chilly atmosphere of the bottom of the valley has been weak.
In this way, I am afraid that after one year, the chilly atmosphere at the bottom of the valley will completely dissipate.
At the moment, Huang Xiaolong did not stop, and took back the mountain, and then flew over the rift.
Before, it took Huang Xiaolong to fall from the bottom of the valley to the bottom of the valley for more than ten hours. Now, from the bottom of the valley to the top of the rift, the speed is more than ten times faster.
Huang Xiaolong approached the rift at an extremely fast speed.
Above the rift, two figures were sitting on the plate. It was Feng Gong, who had heard the sound of the bottom of the valley a few months ago, and waited for the birth of the treasure.
Just a few months later, the treasures that the two expected were never born.
Feng Gong looked at the bottom of the quiet, frowning, waiting for a few months, making him a little impatient.
Is it wrong to judge yourself? If a treasure is born, it should have been born long ago.
"Master, or else, let's go on and see?" Dai Li said.
Feng Gong nodded and stood up and decided to go down the valley again. If he left, it was somewhat unwilling.
However, just as he was preparing to go down the valley, suddenly, a sound broke through the bottom of the valley, and the two couldn't help but then they saw a figure flying up from the bottom of the valley at a very fast speed.
When the two saw it as a figure, they were taken aback.
In the past few months, the two did not find anyone entering the rift. It only shows that the person entered the valley before the two. Can this person stay at the bottom of the valley for several months? !
Isn't the other party not afraid of the chilly atmosphere at the bottom of the valley!
When the two were surprised, Huang Xiaolong jumped and jumped over the rift. Looking at the warm sunshine above, Huang Xiaolong took a deep breath and was very fresh.
After seven or eight months, I finally returned to the ground.
This feeling is like a world.
Huang Xiaolong turned around and looked at Feng Gong and Dai Li.
See Huang Xiaolong look over, Feng Gong, Dai Li two masters come back to God.
Feng Gong saw that Huang Xiaolong was only a contemporaneous tenth-order mid-term repair, and could not help but relax.
"Master, the treasure of the bottom, this person may know." At this time, Dai Li went forward and said to Feng Gong.
Feng Gong nodded, which is consistent with his ideas.
"Young people, I have something to ask you now, if you answer the truth, I can let you go. If there is half falsehood, this rift is the place where you are buried!" Feng Gongyi pointed to the rift behind him, condescending Road.
He is the innate tenth-order late peak, half-step sanctuary, infinitely close to the existence of the sanctuary, to kill a congenital tenth-order medium, it is still very easy.
Huang Xiaolong entered the valley, not only found the Halloween Cave House, but also swallowed the fire fruit, the innate fish, the spirit of the spirit, the strength of the advance, the mood is good, the words are not angry, the heart secretly smiled, watching Feng Gong Said, "What do you want to know?"
"How long have you stayed at the bottom of this rift?" asked Feng Gong.
Huang Xiaolong thought for a moment, and took a moment to enter the valley, saying: "Approximately seven months."
Seven months!
Feng Gong and Dai Li both looked at each other and were taken aback.
The two have been here for four months. Is the young black-haired man actually entering the valley three months earlier than the two?
"Do you have the treasure that resists the chilly atmosphere of the valley?!" Feng Gong eyes fixedly staring at Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong saw the two look, smiled and nodded: "Not bad."
Feng Gong listened, suddenly his body flashed, his hands were claws, and instantly came to Huang Xiaolong, clasped Huang Xiaolong's shoulders, his eyes pressed: "Say, what! Give me the money! Otherwise!"
Huang Xiaolong let the other side buckle his shoulders, not moving, the light flashed in his hand, a golden hill appeared on the palm of Huang Xiaolong.
The hustle and bustle of Buddhism instantly floods the surrounding space like a huge wave, and the golden light is shining.
It is the Mt.
Feng Gong was shocked, and then his eyes were hot: "This is?!"
Although he couldn't recognize what it was, he could see that this golden hill was an extraordinary thing.
Huang Xiaolong smiled and said: "Have you heard of different treasures?"
"Different treasure?" Feng Gong two masters and apprentices at the same time exclaimed.
"You mean, this is a different treasure!" Feng Gong stared at Huang Xiaolong's palm, and then breathed, and he was naturally heard. Every treasure has mysterious power and power.
Feng Gong’s hands trembled and rushed to the hands of Huang Xiaolong’s hand.