Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the old place of Qinglong, the **** moon is high.

The diffused moonlight is laid out in this desolate world, as if there are some sad Weibo in the air.

In the middle of the month, a figure suddenly appeared, but Xiao Chen passed the Yushen monument.

I came to this **** month, but this time, he just showed up.

There was a huge amount of pressure behind him. Looking around, it was a wall, a wall as tall as a hill.

Looking up again, I suddenly found out that this was a waste of slavery.

Its hand-locked chain, above the iron hook, and a few corpses, all without exception.

Xiao Chen was not the first to see this scene, but still felt a little scared and curious.

Where are these emperors killed by impermanence?

In the wilderness, there seem to be many dragon tombs. In addition to being in the Qinglong ancient city, there is also the responsibility of guarding the ancient tomb.

I don’t know, this dragon tomb is where it is.

I still remember that when I first saw impermanence, it was because of the encounter with Qin Zhuolin, the other party had just come out from a dragon tomb.

The dragon's fine wine was burnt, and it was because Qin Zhuolin got it from the ancient tomb and then transferred to his own hands.

Between the thoughts fluttering, the slavery is impermanent, and whistling away from Xiao Chen.

First, he stepped on the wall of the ancient city.

Then look back, staring at Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen did not understand.

When he was in doubt, the slavery was impermanent, and suddenly he reached out. One hand to support the sky, just caught Xiao Chen, and then turned back to the side, and then it fell on the Qinglong Road.

"Thank you."

Regardless of this impermanence, can you understand, Xiao Chen still thanked.

Rumble!

In the Lingshan in front of the Taoist Temple, in the loud noise, the statue of Qinglong, such as the Panshan Giant Snake, writhed its body and appeared in front of it.

A huge mouth, Xiao Chen pushed the door.

After the crucifixion in the statue, Xiao Chen once again saw the mysterious dragon spirit guarding the inheritance.

"It’s only in March, you are coming again. Is it because you want to pass the hall?"

Long Ling looked at Xiao Chen and slowly said: "With your current strength, you can't get through the second layer. At least you have to be a three-way emperor."

Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said nothing.

Although he was still an imperial monarch, he could inherit the fire of the virtual **** of the ancient demon, but it was completely condensed.

The soul of the three veins is repaired, and it has been owned by all, and at the same time implies the power of the true God.

If you talk about real combat power, he is only higher than the Three-Dimensional Emperor.

"Repair is just a representation, Long Ling predecessors, don't be deceived by appearance."

Long Ling smiled and said: "Yes? You seem to have great confidence. The stronger you are, the more happy I am. It seems that there are cards that I don't know. Go, I will wait and see."

Xiao Chen waved: "No hurry."

"I would like to ask, Qinglong inheritance, a long history, there is no secret technique, let me use the repair of Xiaocheng Emperor, and then hit the Emperor Fengfeng."

Long Ling heard the words, his face showed a cautious look, Shen Shen said: "You can not think of this idea, martial arts practice, after all, talk about a gradual progress. You are talented, savvy, do not understand this theory? Xiaocheng Emperor, the difference between the two realms, the goal is a good thing, but it is easy to go to extremes.

What he said, Xiao Chen naturally understands.

The realm of the emperor, one pulse and one heaven, he can have the strength of today. Can cross-border combat, there are many cards, the ultimate dragon fist, the wrath of the sky, the king's true dragon blood, the Moye broken knife, the forbidden treasure, and the Qinglong refining technique that inherits the blood dragon.

With so many cards added together, he was able to have the capital of Dacheng Emperor.

It is already exaggerated and shocking to be against the Dacheng Emperor.

I also want to fight against the Emperor Fengjun. It is really that some people are not enough to swallow their elephants. If they are not careful, they will be countered.

"I understand. But my enemies, but already have the Emperor of the Peak, in front of the Emperor of the Peak. I feel the pressure on the soul, and the gas is a little stunned. This feeling of powerlessness is very desperate."

Xiao Chen looked at Long Ling and said Shen Sheng.

Long Ling thought thoughtfully and sighed softly: "I just want what you want, forbidden!"

"Forbidden surgery?"

"You want to be able to reinvent the secret technique and martial arts of the Emperor of the Dragon. It is impossible, even in the powerful martial arts. If you limit your realm, you will not be able to hurt the Emperor Fengjun, the wrath of the sky you have cultivated, the supreme Dragon Fist can actually hit the Emperor of the Dragon, but it is only too low for you."

Long Lington paused, and then said: "If you want to use your current realm, you will hit the peak emperor. There is no other way than the prohibition."

But where the ban is imposed, the power must be extremely terrifying, with side effects and consequences, but it is also scary.

Sure enough, I still took it for granted.

Think about it too. If you want to use the small emperor of the district, you will be hit hard by the emperor. You have a shortcut.

There is no other way than the ban.

"The cost of forbidding the surgery, I don't need to say it, you also understand that the injured one thousand damages 800, can ruin the ban of Emperor Fengjun, may hurt one thousand, self-damage two thousand..."

Long Ling looked dignified and said quietly.

Xiao Chen was silent for a moment, and he had already experienced the pain of forbidden surgery in the Kunlun world.

The ban can not be used indiscriminately, there must be a price.

Sometimes it comes at a price, not even what you can afford.

"Don't think about it first, I see that the first restoration of Wan Longyu has come to the top. Let's go to Shaoguan and get the second heart, the most important."

Long Ling turned and led Xiao Chen, and walked toward the main hall.

In a short time, the five-story heritage hall appeared in front of it.

Xiao Chen did not hesitate, strode to the first floor of the hall.

Everything is empty, nothing.

Then I took a look and boarded the entrance to the second floor.

I don't know what the so-called test will be. With a look of hope, Xiao Chen walked into the light door.

The light flashes, the time and space change, the scene is blurred, and the ghosts overlap.

When the ghosts were stacked, Xiao Chen found himself in a corridor.

Ticking!

The ceiling of the head was hurt, and a drop of blood fell. Xiao Chen smelled the fear.

Hey!

This is the natural enemy of the dragon, the blood of the dragonfly, Xiao Chen's look can not help but condense.

The blood stopped to drip, squirming on the ground, and after a moment it condensed into a row of figures, all of which were the three veins of the armor.

Looks like Xiao Chen, but it is generally the same.

It seems that they are all ten avatars and they are killing themselves.

The head of the candle dragon!

In the morning of Xiao Chen, two candlelights appeared and the fire swayed. The head of a candle dragon's shadow appeared behind him and opened his eyes.

Time, the power of Xiaochen's Ice Avenue, pay close attention to it.

In the next moment, ten blood-stained bodies burned up, and a burst of cold flames, the action was obviously stiff.

"There is no ice."

Xiao Chen secretly confessed that he had rarely seen the beast that could not be frozen under the eyes of the candle dragon.

But this is also good.

Xiao Chen called out the alloy dragon armor, leaving a purple thunder mark, and instantly rushed to the past.

The five fingers clenched, the body was running, the sea of ​​the gods. Suddenly jumped out of a dragon shadow, followed by thousands of dragon shadows, gathered toward the shadow of a dragon.

The next moment, behind Xiao Chen, he gathered a picture of Wanlong, which is respected by Qinglong.

Hey!

Supreme Dragon Fist instantly casts, Xiao Chen with an enemy ten, easily respond to these ten rigid blood stasis.

Although these blood-stained avatars are filled with the breath of the Three-Dimensional Emperor, it is quite easy for Xiao Chen to cope.

The back of the knife does not need to be sheathed.

Only with the supreme dragon fist, you can work with ease, one person's potential, and force ten blood-stained avatars.

Hey!

Another punch and bang, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that there was no such thing as a **** avatar.

It was doubtful that the other nine were blood-stained and attacked at the same time.

Dragons have no head!

In the rush, Xiao Chen greeted the enemy with a group of dragons, and the shadow of the dragon was shining.

The action is fast enough, but you can still count the sword in your body. Fortunately, there is an alloy dragon armor.

Just being shaken out, there was no serious injury.

Xiao Chen wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth. The light flashed in his eyes. The effect of the candle dragon was weakened.

No, the effect is still there, or else it is not as simple as the four swords in the body.

That is?

Xiao Chen stared at it carefully, only to find that the ten **** avatars actually reached the peak of the three veins.

There was a **** brilliance on his body, which was even together, and he even suppressed his Longwei.

When did it become so strong, I didn't even find out.

The picture in the brain flashes rapidly, and Xiao Chen constantly recalls the details of these **** avatars.

That's it!

Xiao Chen’s eyes are bright, and these **** avatars can absorb his soul and the gods, if they can’t beat each other.

The longer the battle, the more powerful the opponent will be.

Never ending increase!

For a time, the blood-stained body that I thought could be dealt with simply was a little scary in Xiao Chen’s eyes.

I have no chance to verify that my ideas are correct.

Only now, one stroke kills each other, otherwise, when the ten bloodstains reach the realm of the four veins.

The odds are a bit embarrassing.