Between the mountains and ten thousand gully, there was a reckless atmosphere, and a quiet place. Many emperor-class spirit beasts swept across the sky from ti to ti, and shadows of various sizes were cast into the pool water below.
However, all the spirit beasts that passed by, when they were more than a hundred feet above the pool water, avoided it from a distance, as if they were afraid of bumping into sothing.
"This sixth-rank peak mountain formation is sowhat similar. It is easy to hide from the Emperor Vault-level spirit beast, and its hardness is no less than that of the first-order throne-level spirit beast." Ji Yan stroked the looming mountain peak. ,self-mumbling.
Of course, the peaks that were quite illusory in his eyes were extrely solid in the eyes of spirit beasts and others, as if they existed in reality.
This magic formation was not deployed by him, but the sixth-rank formation mage that Heikuya spent a lot of money to invite.
The pond below.
A vortex of colorful waves, rotating at high speed, at the center of the vortex, Xiao Yang's eyes were slightly closed, standing with his hands behind him, the expression on his face was extrely peaceful.
The revolving pool water madly poured into his body, and the surging energy in it was absorbed by the strange tree and passed on to the fruits of the spiritual door.
Around those fruits, light slowly floated.
If there is a strong person again, he will be shocked to discover that those tiny bits of light are the embryonic form of the origin of the throne, a ninth-order spirit emperor who can withstand such a large amount of energy, it is really shocking to hear it.
With his eyes closed tightly, Xiao Yang's brows were sotis frowned and sotis loosened. Seeing that, it didn't seem to be easy. Only he knew how painful he was at this ti.
"This process will take at least three years." Ji Yan looked down, his eyes flashing lightly. The aggregation of the origin of the throne is the most troubleso thing for the spirit king. So throne level spirit beasts, in order to condense the origin of the throne, It would take decades to say nothing.
Otherwise, there won't be so many spirit kings, stuck at a certain level for life, unable to make progress.
Three years seem to be a long ti, so as long as Xiao Yang can condense the origin of the throne, it will definitely not be a disadvantage, and I don't know how many strong people want to exchange with him.
"Take advantage of this ti, just to get a sense of the formation, finally get a hundred formations spectrum, can't just waste it like this, in case the soul power soars to a level, I don't know how many array mages to envy."
Ji Yan read the Hundred Forms Spectra happily. His pursuit of strength was far less than his desire for formation. As long as he had the Hundreds of Formations in his hand, he could not eat or drink, and he felt crazy.
Three years passed quietly.
However, compared with the quietness here, the Black Cave Cliff, which is a hundred thousand miles away, is not so peaceful. After learning that his three elders had died on the Black Cave Cliff, the many strong n of the bone gate, The aura ca violently, and as soon as it appeared, the lion opened his mouth and demanded compensation from a million spirit jade.
Hei Kuya was naturally unwilling to liquidate the accounts owed by Yao Suo's line, so the furious strong bones broke his face and declared war on the spot.
This battle lasted three years.
"boom!"
The space above the black cave cliff suddenly shattered, and a black skeleton with a black air lingering in it, and the huge ghostbone butterfly that stretched its wings, sturdily collided with each other, and the nearby space within a radius of ten thousand ters collapsed directly. , Bursting into a series of pitch-black cracks.
"Collision between Throne Level Spirit Beasts!"
All the powerhouses passing by the black cave cliff are all detours with numb scalp. Although there are many throne-level spirit beasts, they are still rarely seen.
This kind of collision of existence, if the ordinary Spirit Sovereign is involved, will definitely die on the spot.
"Yao Qinglin, actually didn't even kill you from the poison of the Jiuyou Hanyuan Flood Dragon, your life is really harder than a rock." The old man stepping on the Netherbone Butterfly said indifferently.
Dong Zhu, the supre elder of the bone gate, is also the only strong spiritual king in the bone gate.
"You are not dead, how could I take a step first." Yao Qinglin sneered, his eyes swept down, the strong man of the bone gate and the spiritual emperor of the black cave cliff are fighting rcilessly.
The sound of the explosion of spiritual power and the roar of roar sounded one after another.
"If it weren't for the assistance of the Qingye Gate, your black cave cliff would have been flattened by our bone gate, and there is no ti when you were arrogant." Dong Zhu's eyes flashed a touch of coldness.
The master of the Aoba Gate, nad Yang Ye, was a student of the Qingming Academy. After graduation, he stayed near the Aoba Gate to develop and build a not weak Aoba Gate.
Moreover, I don't know what kind of **** luck Yang Ye had. After staying in a Jedi for three days, he actually reached the sky in one step and broke through to the Ninth-order Spirit Sovereign.
Since then, the Aoba Gate has developed rapidly, attracting many high-ranking spirit emperors to join, faintly, able to fight with so old forces, the first ti after the outbreak of the Black Cave Cliff in the Bone Gate War, it was also imdiately rushed to the ghost Underworld, support the black cave cliff.
"No way, who will let have a good grandson?" Yao Qinglin grinned: "Your grandson, it seems to be called Dongmu. I heard that after he was abolished by soone, he died in an inaccessible area. I don't know. Is it true or false."
"Yao Qinglin, you want to die." Dong Hui's eyes were cold, and Dong Mu's death was his permanent pain.
During that ti, he happened to be in retreat, and as a result, his most beloved grandson was so unclear and dead in an impossible place. Since then, he has kept Xiao Yang's na firmly in his heart.
It was Xiao Yang who killed Dongmu!
"Can you kill ." Yao Qinglin laughed.
"Yao Qinglin, it's too early for you to be proud." The corner of Dong Zhu's mouth evoked a cold arc: "Don't be afraid to tell you, my son Dongling will be able to break through the Spirit King imdiately. If nothing happens, it will be today. At that ti, the Qingye Gate of your precious grandson will be swept away, and your Black Cave Cliff will be no exception."
"what?"
Yao Qinglin's complexion changed suddenly, and Yao You and others below, all eye pupils shook violently, and the current master of the bone gate, Dongling, could imdiately beco the Spirit King?
"boom!"
A dazzling dark beam of light ~~ lifted off from a distant place, Yao Qinglin's face was stiff, while Yao You and others were breathing stagnant, and deep despair erged in their hearts.
So people have beco spiritual kings.
That person will only be Tanglin!
"Haha!" Looking at the shocked faces of Yao Qinglin and others, Dong Wei laughed loudly: "Yao Qinglin, I want to see, what are you fighting against ? From today onwards, Black Cave Cliff will always be a ghost forever. Domain delisting!"
"Yang Ye!" The old palm in Yao Qinglin's sleeve robe trembled. At this ti, Yang Ye was leading people to contend with the remaining strong n of the bone gate. Dongling broke through the Spirit King, waiting for him only with dead words. .
"Old guy, accept your fate." Dong Yi looked at Yao Qinglin obsessively: "The ones you love most are Yang Ye and Yao You, don't worry, after destroying the black cave cliff, I will take Yang Ye's arms Interrupt, throw it into the mine to be a slave. As for your beautiful granddaughter, send it to the Spring Festival and be insulted by thousands of people, haha!"
Yao Youqiao paled as she bit her red lips lightly.
Black Cave Cliff, is it really going to die?
"Netherbone Butterfly, kill!" Dong Zhu pointed at Yao Qinglin, sneered and yelled.
Just the next mont.
"Hey!"
The white bone **** splashed from the front of the giant body of the Netherbone Butterfly, and a pitch-black sickle blade pierced straight through it, and it was strung together with Dongzhu.
The space suddenly fell silent, and all the people at the Black Cave Cliff and Bone Gate looked at the sky in a daze, and Yao Qinglin above was also dumbfounded.
what's happening?
"It's...who..." Blood sprayed in his mouth, and Dong Hui turned his head hard, a spirit beast hunting in a black robe, indifferently probing his right arm, with a pitch-black chain wrapped around it.
Behind the Queen of Nights, a handso young man stepped out slowly, with a slight smile on his face.
"Running, Xiao Yang."
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