Chapter 1350

There is a virtual heaven demon prison beast in, naturally do not need to join hands with each other.

According to the Golden Horn calf, although there are numerous ghosts in this ghost cave, the strongest of these ghosts is the peak of the tenth stage of zushen, and the ghost king has no divine kingdom.

With the strength of Huang Xiaolong and his party, they can completely protect themselves.

However, everyone in Lanling gate is surprised. Unexpectedly, Huang Xiaolong, the weakest ancient god, is unexpectedly the peak of the tenth stage. Unexpectedly, Huang Xiaolong will refuse.

After all, in the eyes of everyone in lanlingmen, it is good for both sides to join hands.

"Let's go!" Huang Xiaolong treats Golden Horn calf and feng'er with humanity.

When Huang Xiaolong was about to enter the ghost cave, all of a sudden, one of the other blue lingmen said, "stop!" A finger at Huang Xiaolong: "boy, what the hell are you? How dare you talk to our ancestors like this!"

"Even if the heads of the super forces meet our ancestor Zhang Yunbo, they should be polite and respectful. Who is your headmaster?"

In the eyes of the master of Lanling sect, Huang Xiaolong is just a descendant of the peak of the tenth level of the ancient god. Their ancestor Zhang Yunbo invited Huang Xiaolong to join hands, but Huang Xiaolong refused. It was just ungrateful.

Huang Xiaolong stops, turns his head and looks at the master of lanlingmen, his eyes narrowed.

The virtual heaven, the devil, the beast, the Phoenix, and the ghost all looked at each other coldly.

"What the hell are you? How dare you talk to our master like this? Lanlingmen, I haven't heard of it. " Ghost a cold way, ancestral God ten levels of breath released.

Although the master of Lanling sect is also a high-level ancestor god, he is only a seventh level ancestor god. Facing the breath of ten levels of ghost one ancestor god, he only feels a breath.

The space atmosphere suddenly stagnates.

Zhang Yunbo, the ancestor of Lanling gate, suddenly said to Huang Xiaolong: "I'm sorry, it's the impulsive words of the people under the door. Please don't blame me."

Huang Xiaolong glances at the other party. His eyes stay on the master of lanlingmen for a long time. He doesn't say anything. Then he turns away, breaks open the Yinfeng and enters the ghost cave.

Seeing this, feng'er and others can only follow Huang Xiaolong and enter the ghost cave one after another.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong in conflict with each other, the elders of the Shalang sect are gloating. They expect Huang Xiaolong to fight with lanlingmen. When they take the opportunity to escape, they don't expect that the atmosphere of their swords will suddenly disappear because of the words of Zhang Yunbo, the ancestor of lanlingmen.

Finally, they can only follow Huang Xiaolong and others and enter the ghost cave.

When Huang Xiaolong's people enter the ghost cave and their bodies disappear, the former master of lanlingmen snorts angrily: "some bullshit Lord, ancestor, we should have captured them all just now, and then we will take them into the ghost cave, and let them lead the way to do cannon fodder in front of them!"

Another ancestor of lanlingmen, Jiang Dongyang, shook his head and said, "it's not easy to capture them. That gorgeous woman is no less powerful than any of the four of us. The two middle-aged people in black robes beside her are also the early and middle stage of the tenth stage of zushen, and the last group of people. If I am not wrong, they should be the elders of the Shalang Sect on the throne of feng'an."

"The God of feng'an, Shalang sect." They were surprised: "how can the elders of Shalang sect follow this young man with black hair? It seems that three of their ancestors have also come to the foreign demon battlefield. "

"This young man with black hair, the peak of an ancient god in the late tenth stage, should be followed by so many powerful ancestors. It's strange!" An elder of Lanling gate asked, "what's the Lord? What kind of powerful master is the peak of the tenth stage of ancient gods

Zhang Yunbo said: "there are tens of thousands of deities around the fiend battlefield outside the territory. There are so many masters of the mansion. We don't know it is normal. This time, we're looking for Venetian jiuzhuancao and Xuanying illusory soul fruit. I hope they are not looking for these two miraculous drugs."

"Laozu, if they are like us, they are also looking for these two miracles?" Blue Ling door a person opens a way.

Zhang Yunbo's eyes twinkled: "if they are smart and don't compete with us, it will be fine. If they don't know how to be funny, then let them all become ghosts of the ghost hole!"

"Let's go!"

All the people of Lanling gate flew into the ghost cave one after another.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong and his party flew into the depths along some steep mountain walls of the ghost cave.

Gusts of ghost wind constantly blow out from the inside. Deeper and deeper, the ghost wind is stronger and colder. In the ghost wind, accompanied by the ghost wind, there is still a kind of dead air.

Huang Xiaolong has already summoned out the huangquan magic robe and rode the Golden Horn calf and the virtual heaven demon prison beast to open the road ahead.

I saw the aura of the magical pattern of the netherworld magic robe flowing, which blocked the ghost wind, ghost wind and dead air.

Even so, all the people carefully summoned out the protective armor and urged the divine power to defend.

Feng'er, gui-1 and gui-2-3 are in the last place, in case of sneak attack from behind.

It was the first time for the people of the Shalang sect to see Huang Xiaolong summon the huangquan magic robe. When they saw the power of the huangquan magic robe, their eyes were blazing.Although they don't know the magic robes of the netherworld, they still have their eyesight. This is definitely the powerful ancient, ancient and even archaic battle robes of the demon world.

"Roar!"

All of a sudden, in the wall of the mountain nearby, the spirit of the ghost was rolling. A fourth level ghost of the ancestral God broke out of the sky and bit Huang Xiaolong with his mouth open.

However, as soon as he came over, his body was still in the air, so he was shot by the finger of the virtual heaven devil prison, and was scattered into a fog.

Huang Xiaolong's heart moved, running the blood contract Dafa of the lower world. Under the gaze of the public, he swallowed the ghost fog into his body. At this time, the Golden Dragon thunder of the chaotic Golden Dragon thunder pool transformed the ghost fog into a kind of soft dark energy, which was absorbed by Huang Xiaolong's three supreme deities.

This, the people are dazzled?

The crowd moved on.

Along the way, I met many evil spirits sneaking attack, and even met the peak of the tenth level of zushen. However, they were all killed one by one.

Xutian demon prison animals continue to kill, Huang Xiaolong is constantly devouring.

However, Huang Xiaolong's present state and Yuan Long's body can only devour the four level ghosts of the ancestral God.

With the deepening, the steep mountain walls on both sides become wider and wider.

Three or four hours later, people came to a huge open space similar to a square. On the mountain wall around the open space, there were big black holes. Each black hole was a ghost Road, and I didn't know where to go.

"At the end of these black holes, there are ghost cities, ghost halls and ghost countries built by ghosts, some lead to another evil space, and some ends are filled with miraculous materials." Golden Horn calf opens a way: "we enter from that cave, Venetian nine turn grass and Xuan Ying phantom soul fruit are in that cave!"

The crowd looked at a cave near the middle of the mountain wall to the East.

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