Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 711 Yellow Soil

"Why did you choose him?"

In a no-man's land, behind the young man called the small box, a huge sheep's head appeared, and the sheep's head looked puzzled in the direction of the five-headed ghost:

"Among the many descendants of King Lu, although he is not weak in terms of strength, he is almost alone, so it is impossible for him to accomplish anything."

As a prince of the Yin Division, strength is naturally extremely important, but the art of imperial servants is also indispensable.

The five-headed ghost is vicious and bloodthirsty, and is not liked by others. As a master, he has few subordinates, so his personality can be seen in general.

"Ah……"

The little box shook its head lightly:

"Senior doesn't know that, although my elder brother is not very smart, his strength and talent are the most outstanding among many brothers."

"Mengshan is stronger than him, but it's also because he lived long enough."

"If the five-headed ghost is given such time, and he is not dead, I am afraid that he has already advanced to the intermediate ghost king."

"Oh!" Yang Jun raised his eyebrows:

"You have a lot of confidence in him."

"Of course." The small box narrowed its eyes and said in a low voice:

"After all, I saw with my own eyes that he devoured another good brother of mine."

"Swallow?" Lord Yang tilted his head, thoughtful.

"Don't worry senior, I remember what our purpose is." Little Box suddenly grinned, and walked towards the five-headed ghost who opened his eyes:

"Brother, where are we going next?"

"Go to the Heaven's Wrath of Jiufang." The five-headed ghost raised his head, glanced at the few dragons flying past, and showed satisfaction on his face:

"Little box, I really didn't know that you have such innate supernatural powers, even the dragon's divine sense can be distorted, no wonder you can live for so long."

"It's just a small way to save your life." The little box lowered its head and said:

"Compared to my brother, my supernatural powers are nothing."

"Haha..." The five-headed ghost laughed loudly:

"You can hide your aura and not be discovered by the dragon clan. I can find out the whereabouts of you brothers. Our joint efforts are truly a match made in heaven."

"Yes." Little Box nodded again and again:

"However, it seems too slow to search one by one. Brother, why not tell me the location of other brothers, so that I can track them at any time."

"Huh?" The five-headed ghost was taken aback:

"You can do it?"

"Of course." Little Box smiled mysteriously.

In his body, Lord Yang suddenly opened his eyes and licked the corners of his mouth with his long tongue. His purpose was the same as that of the small box, to kill all the potential descendants of King Lu.

As for the five-headed ghosts, there is actually a way to find their locations.

No wonder this kid asked him to cooperate.

…………

Mo Qiu opened his eyes and thoughtfully.

As the extreme yin real fire became stronger, his speed of refining the ancient poisonous fire became faster and faster, and now he has devoured the fourth poisonous fire.

The Extreme Yin True Fire also began to change.

pity.

The evolution did not advance in the direction he imagined, but on the basis of the original real fire, there was a deeper transformation.

Or you can call it:

The second turn is extremely yin and real fire!

There is still a little distance from the real second turn, but it can be expected that once the transformation is completed, the power of the real fire will definitely increase greatly.

when,

It is no less than the natal real fire of the eleventh-order red fire dragon.

"The surname is Jiang!"

Huang Zang is the mixed blood of Huanglong and Xiangliu, both belong to the ninth-rank dragon clan, and their strength is much stronger than Fengxiao, Bingcheng and other dragons.

This is howling in the sky:

"Have you rested yet? If you're all right, leave now, don't waste time!"

Mo Qiu frowned, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, then he got up and nodded, without saying much, his body flicked and flew towards the distance.

During this period of time, the situation in Zanlongtian seems to have undergone some changes.

The Dragon Clan, who has always been aloof and calm when things happen, also became restless. Although they didn't say it clearly, they could feel the panic.

It seems that their status is under threat.

This kind of threat cannot possibly come from the ghost clan of the underworld. After all, there are too few ghost clans entering this world. In the eyes of the dragon clan, it is just a disease of scabies.

Only the Feng Clan can do this.

As Di Ku said, this is their chance.

Never before have kings of Lu entered the Dragon Burial Heaven once, as they do now, who dared to offend many dragons at once without worrying about large-scale encirclement and suppression.

If you can go back with so much dragon blood essence, in the territory of King Lu...

In a hundred years, the ghost king and other masters may be able to double it!

It's no wonder that during the recent period, even Emperor Ku seemed a little excited, making frequent moves and asking Mo Qiulong for clues many times.

"boom!"

A cloud of gloomy thunder exploded not far away, and the electric light spread, making Moqiu's flesh numb, while the other people beside him fell to the ground.

"careful!"

Yellow soil yelled:

"Enemy attack!"

When it roared, it didn't choose to attack the ghost, but folded its body and shot straight into the sky, saying at the same time:

"You entangle him!"

"Want to escape?"

Below, a person snorted coldly, and immediately saw a huge net suddenly appearing in the sky, covering the head downwards, pulling the yellow soil downward.

The target of the ghost clan is not the high-ranking dragon envoy, but the dragon clan.

Especially the Tianlong ethnic group, it is the top priority.

I will never watch it escape.

"Roar!"

"boom……"

In an instant, roars and clashes sounded.

Mo Qiu fell down, his feet were firmly on the ground, he looked up, and shook his head lightly when he saw it, without any intention of going over to help.

"Woo..."

The wind howled.

Countless black silk threads emerged from the ground, like tentacles, entangled towards everyone.

More ghostly figures emerged, ignoring the mountains, rocks and trees, and pounced on everyone.

"careful!"

"kill!"

The strength of the attacking ghosts is not weak, but their methods are no longer mysterious, and a group of dragon warriors have learned to resist.

The body shook, and the dragon energy protected the body.

Lie Yan (raging flames), mysterious ice, loess, and gusts of wind suddenly appeared and wrapped themselves in groups, which could also resist the invisible and intangible attacks of ghosts.

Mo Qiu held the long knife in his hand, and with a light shake, the light of the knife flickered in front of him, and the three ghost generals hiding in the shadows were torn apart on the spot.

"careful!"

"It's the ninth-rank dragon envoy!"

A muffled groan came from the side, and a white bone staff suddenly appeared, and smashed obliquely at the back of Mo Qiu's head.

The bone staff looked light and effortless, but wherever it passed, the void shook, and the huge force even distorted the void to some extent.

"when……"

The Baipi knife appeared before the bone staff.

The two collided, Moqiu's figure remained unchanged, but a ghost suddenly exploded from the side, and his figure appeared again outside Li Xukai.

"how come?"

The ghost's face was full of surprise, his arms trembled wildly, desperately suppressing the strange force pouring into his body, and his eyes looked at Mo Qiu even more with fear.

As a ghost king, it has extraordinary blood, especially good at speed and strength.

Even to a certain extent, it is no less than the dragon race of the same rank.

But this head-to-head confrontation was completely at a disadvantage.

"Ah……"

Mo Qiu lightly, took a step with no expression on his face, swung the long knife, and instantly set up a barrier of knife light covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

The ghost squinted and drank in a low voice:

"Pingtian staff!"

The bone stick swayed, the earth shook and the mountains shook, a vastness emerged, and the energy of heaven and earth fluctuated accordingly, crashing towards the light of the knife.

"Peng!"

"boom……"

The light of the knife and the bone staff collided wildly, tearing the ground with great force, overturning trees, and the land of Li Xu instantly turned into a mess.

The two phantoms intersected rapidly, and wherever they passed, a huge ravine with a length of tens of miles was plowed in the mountains.

"How is it possible?" The ghost roared, his expression becoming more and more startled:

"This kind of knife technique..."

"who are you?"

Although the Dragon Burial Celestials and Humans were taught the fighting methods by the dragons, most of the methods are based on their own blood, stimulating the blood to form a system of their own.

A ninth-level master can form an enchantment that repels everything.

But when it comes to pure close combat, the moves are too rough and monotonous, there is no subtlety at all, it is purely to suppress people.

There is no comparison with the slaughter of ghosts who have been passed down for countless years.

Fighting head-on, the two sides may be evenly matched.

But when it comes to fighting in close combat and reacting on the fly, how can the pampered and pampered Yulongshi compare to the ghosts of the underworld who spend their whole day with killing?

But the Dragon Envoy in front of him is of a different kind.

It's unbelievably powerful.

Every knife was accurately cut in the flaws of his stick technique, the light of the knife flickered, as if it was alive.

That sense of oppression made him almost despair.

"ah!"

Amidst the roar, the ghost's figure skyrocketed, and the bone stick in its palm turned into a 100-meter keel, and with a single wave, it could collapse a hill.

Stomp with one foot, and the earth will shake.

"die!"

The ghost roared, and the keel smashed wildly.

Even with such a huge body, the master ghost king can still accurately grasp every point of strength through his fine control of the physical body.

Strength to the smallest detail, has already turned into instinct.

"Peng!"

Amidst the loud noise, the strong wind howled.

There was a sudden stagnation in the field.

The ghost's body was stiff, and its eyes were wide open, staring at the small but motionless figure below, with horror in its eyes:

"This is impossible!"

"The stick technique is good." Mo Qiu nodded slowly:

"pity……"

"Compared to me, it's still a little bit worse."

As the sound fell, the light of the knife suddenly appeared in the field. An arc-shaped light of the knife looked like a peacock spreading its tail, sweeping across tens of miles in an instant, and everything in the section was interrupted.

"you……"

The ghost's body froze and its throat rolled:

"Hundreds of Swords, Quanzhen..."

"you!"

"puff!"

Before the voice fell, Mo Qiu appeared in front of his face, and the Baipi knife swung again, easily beheading the huge head.

The light of the knife converged, and even devoured the essence of a ghost king.

Looking up, he shook his head slightly.

But in the face of the sudden attack, although Huang Yang was flustered for a while, he still stubbornly supported it.

Not far away.

Dragon reinforcements have arrived.

"Walk!"

Seeing the impossibility of this trip, the ghost immediately fled in all directions, unwilling to do so.

"Stop!"

Huang Yang, who was covered in injuries all over his body, would not let it go. Seeing that the comeback was imminent, but his opponent wanted to leave, he couldn't help but roared and chased wildly.

"Catch them all, let one go, I'll ask you!"

Don't raise your eyebrows.

After looking at the surrounding situation, he pondered for a while, then dodged towards the place where the yellow soil was.