Chapter 1,482

Whoosh!

Lin Yun glanced over and landed on the Dragon Creation Pill, looking thoughtfully at the dragon shadow contained in the pill.

This good fortune pill must have great origins, otherwise Tianjiu wouldn't be so excited.

"Great Emperor, what does this elixir do?"

"This is the Dragon Vein Creation Pill. If you refine it in the Dragon Vein Realm, the benefits you get can be comparable to a good fortune. Specifically, it is used to strengthen the Dragon Vein. The Dragon Vein Realm is where the Dragon Vein is born in the body. The stronger the Dragon Vein, the more Dragon Essence can be condensed.

The more terrifying it is.”

"If I want to be more specific, this Divine Dragon Creation Pill can allow you to condense Dragon Essence at the first level of Dragon Vein!"

Lin Yun heard this and said softly: "Is it difficult to condense Long Yuan?"

"It's naturally not difficult for you... If you have accumulated so much in the Heavenly God Pill, there is a high probability that Dragon Yuan will be born at the first level of Dragon Vein. But for most people, it is normal for Dragon Yuan to be born at the second level of Dragon Vein."

Yes, even the third level of dragon vein cannot give birth to dragon essence."

"You are surrounded by blessings and don't know how to be blessed. Whether it is the resources given to you by the Sword Sect or the accumulation of the Broken Dragon Star Realm, they are already something that many people will not be able to possess in their lifetime."

The emperor's voice rang out, and he continued: "This Divine Dragon Creation Pill, not to mention changing you, can at least let you get rid of many people in the realm of Dragon Vein. Its many wonderful uses will be known after you advance to Dragon Vein."

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Can it be used after Dragon Vein? That's still a bit far away.

Lin Yun put away the Divine Dragon Creation Pill and did not rush to the next level. He sat cross-legged and healed his injuries.

In the battle with Tianjiu, he was seriously injured.

The opponent's final sword technique brought a lot of trouble to Lin Yun, and all nine thousand purple and gold dragon patterns were cut off.

If the Golden Crow Wings hadn't appeared and blocked the last knife, the injury would have been more serious.

Apart from the white-haired young man Xiao Fan, Tianjiu should be the strongest swordsman Lin Yun has ever encountered among his peers!

While Lin Yun was recovering from his injuries, in other treasure halls of the Qinglong Trial Tower.

Murong Chen of Netherworld Palace had no expression on his face and stared at the stone box in front of him with an indifferent expression. The restrictions on the surface of the box were being lifted little by little.

The dim light flickers, the precious light is hazy.

Until the ban is lifted, no one knows what kind of rare treasures there will be.

But no matter what, the treasures that can be placed on the eighth floor are definitely extremely rare treasures. Their value is greater than the treasures on the other floors combined, and the number of treasure halls on the eighth floor is obviously greater.

Much less.

When the ghostly light stops flashing and the restriction is completely lifted.

Murong Chen did not move forward. He was cautious by nature and opened the treasure box with a finger from afar.

The stone box was opened, and a faint light flickered out of it. It was a strange black flower. The pattern was strange and exuded the aura of death. There were twelve petals in total, and the stamens condensed into a black light that could not be seen directly.

One after another, the pure power of death was released from the flowers, and ripples suddenly appeared in the air.

Weird floral fragrance, with a psychedelic flavor.

When the fragrance of flowers fills the hall, the entire space seems to become infinitely vast, and various visions emerge one after another.

All things wither and the earth becomes barren.

Hell and the starry sky overlap in the sky, and all kinds of terrifying ghosts and monsters emerge one by one.

Plop! Plop!

Murong Chen's cold expression couldn't be calmed down anymore!

His heart was beating crazily, his eyes were filled with disbelief, and his jaw was almost stunned.

Netherworld Holy Flower!

This...how is this possible?

Murong Chen clutched his chest, a little unable to control his emotions. He was convinced that what he saw was not an illusion and was really a ghost flower.

The most extraordinary flower born at the bottom of the Netherworld Sea!

Condensed with the purest power of death in the world, it is the legendary sacred object of Netherworld Palace. Netherworld Palace once controlled three Netherworld Sacred Flowers, but unfortunately they all died.

There is no other reason. Back then, the Golden God War destroyed the Netherworld Sea to pieces, and the Netherworld Sacred Flower gradually withered after losing the watering of the Netherworld Water.

Now the broken Nether Sea is one of the nine taboos in the entire Kunlun world!

Even a saint would not dare to set foot in that area easily. Let alone the Netherworld Flower, even finding a little pure Netherworld Flower is very difficult.

But he, Murong Chen, found a Nether Flower!

What a blessing this is!

It’s simply destiny!

"Is it destined by God that I will become the Evil Holy Son?"

Murong Chen's eyes were fiery, and endless ambition emerged from the depths of his eyes. The Evil Saint Son was in charge of the Demon Sect in the world and had supreme authority to become the disciple of the Wuxin Demon Emperor.

If Murong Chen had to choose, between the Divine Dragon Bone and the Netherworld Flower, he would definitely choose the latter.

No matter how many times you do it, the answer never changes.

As long as he gets the Nether Flower and quietly exits, he will make a lot of money this time.

But only children make choices, and for Murong Chen, he definitely wants them all!

Ha ha ha ha!

At the thought of this, Murong Chen laughed wildly in his heart, and the muscles on his face, which were usually calm, became a little unbearable.

But at this moment, a person walked out of the opposite aisle, it was Baiguimen Chen Kui. His expression was hot, and he looked at the Nether Flower greedily, and his face could not hide the excitement.

"Chen Kui, do you want to fight with me?"

The smile on Murong Chen's face faded and became calm again, making it difficult to tell the depth.

"Oh."

Chen Kui laughed, the answer was self-evident.

Murong Chen's eyes were slightly focused, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he said with a gentle smile: "You should know how valuable the Netherworld Sacred Flower is to me. Give me this thing, and I won't fight for the Divine Dragon Bone. I can even get it for you."

You take action once."

This is of course a lie. There is no way he could lose the divine dragon bone.

It's just that before entering the ninth floor, it would be best not to fight.

"Sorry, Chen never makes a choice!"

Chen Kui said calmly: "The Holy Flower of the Netherworld is mine, and the Divine Dragon Bone will also be mine."

The benefits of the Netherworld Sacred Flower to Chen Kui will never be any less than that of the other party. Is there any indisputable truth?

"Well said, this Holy Flower of the Netherworld hasn't appeared for many years, so we have to fight for it!"

When the two were confronting each other, a burst of laughter came, and the Demonic Demon Sect Yan Xuan appeared in their field of vision. He was holding a Blood Demonic Sword, with scarlet magic light lingering all over his body, and his eyes were blooming.

Burning with thick blood flames.

He didn't know what kind of treasure he had refined. At this moment, his body was filled with demonic aura, and his aura was astonishing.

Is there no way to be kind?

The smile on Murong Chen's face disappeared in an instant, and he said coldly: "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin. You two can go up together!"

Murong Chen is going to fight one against two, and a shocking battle is about to break out.

Perspective change.

In the deep and dark passage on the eighth floor, Ling Qianye of the Blood Moon God Cult was walking aimlessly.

He was not very lucky. He had not found the treasure hall for a long time and walked back and forth in this maze-like passage several times.

Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he unexpectedly saw a person in the dark passage.

It's Tianjiu!

His hair is disheveled and he is as embarrassed as a dog. He is sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed to heal his injuries.

After getting a little closer, Ling Qianye discovered that there was an extremely terrifying sword wound on the opponent's chest. The bone was deep enough to see, and blood was pouring out from the wound. The lingering sword intent in it was still eroding the latter's star energy.

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Making it difficult for him to rely on himself to heal his injuries.

"What a powerful sword!"

A strange light flashed in Ling Qianye's eyes, and she muttered: "Did you meet Qin An?"

Qijue

Qin An, the leader of Gongshendan, has the highest attainment in swordsmanship among the few people, and he also masters Shenxiao Sword Intent.
To be continued...