Chapter 1268 Phantom Crystal

Another day passed.

When Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Calf passed through a red-black mountain, they saw the disciples in front of them, dressed in blue clothes and carrying short blades, fled from a distance in horror and shouted for help.

Behind a few people, is a group of hell creatures.

Some of these hell creatures are ghost-faced vipers, some are eight-clawed devils, and some are sharp-mouthed devils, and there are no less than a dozen types.

Judging from the attire of these disciples, they should be disciples of the Short Blade Sect of the Imaginary God Plane.

This short blade door is also one of the superpowers of the virtual god plane, but it is weaker than Jinfenglou.

In the blink of an eye, these short blade disciples were chased by the group of hell creatures before Huang Xiaolong.

It was too late for Huang Xiaolong to hide. The Sangmu sword appeared in his hand, and he brought up a sword curtain. The sword curtain flashed and disappeared into the body of the hell creatures. Then, several short-blade disciples saw the ghost-faced viper with eight claws. , The body of the lichen cockroach was torn apart, and it couldn't die any longer.

Several short-blade disciples were taken aback.

The strength of this group of hell creatures, each of which has the strength of the late seventh-order ancient gods, and two of them are still at the peak of the late seventh-order ancient gods, and they were solved by a sword!

"Chen Jianfeng from the short-blade sect, thank you for the action just now." A thinner short-blade disciple came back to his senses and clasped his fists to thank Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong nodded indifferently and rode away on the golden horn calf.

To save these short-blade disciples, he just did it smoothly.

Another short-blade disciple saw that Huang Xiaolong ignored a few people and left, and could not help but snorted: "I don't know what's good or bad!"

In the past, some sect disciples saw that they were short-blade sects, and who would not be flattering.

"That's right, he really thought he shot to save us?" Another short-blade disciple sneered: "Even without him, these hell creatures can't help us!"

Chen Jianfeng did not speak, and frowned as he watched Huang Xiaolong leave. To be honest, Huang Xiaolong's attitude also made him unhappy.

He turned his head, looked at the corpses of the hell creatures, and killed these hell creatures with one sword. Then, this fat man at least has the strength of the eighth-order ancient gods.

However, on the surface, he was clearly only in the middle stage of the sixth order of the ancient gods.

Since Huang Xiaolong changed to a fatter young man at this time, in the eyes of Chen Jianfeng and others, Huang Xiaolong was a fat man.

"Let's go and find Senior Brother Shi Long and the others." After stopping for a while, Chen Jianfeng said.

Hearing Senior Brother Shi Long, several other short-blade disciples were shocked.

Senior Brother Shi Long, but they were the first genius disciple of the Short Blade Sect. Although he had not entered the Short Blade Sect for a long time, among the disciples, no one could match his prestige.

"I heard that Li Zhi of Jinfenglou, Guixu taught Shi Ping, and He Feiyan of Yama has also entered Demon Prison Mountain!" said a short-blade disciple.

Jinfenglou, Guixu Sect, Yama, and the three strongest superpowers in the plane of Xutian!

Li Zhi, Shi Ping, and He Feiyan were Jinfenglou, Guixujiao, and the first genius disciple of Yama.

"I heard that Li Zhi was in this virtual city a few days ago, and was cleaned up badly by a disciple of the Vientiane Good Fortune Sect. He couldn't even take a palm, and he was beaten half to death. The peak of the initial stage!" Zhao Yu, a disciple of the Short Blade Sect, mocked.

"The Gate of Fortune in Vientiane? No way, Li Zhi is the godhead of the top rank of the emperor, and he is also the early stage of the seventh rank of ancient gods.

Was actually defeated by a disciple of the ancient gods at the early stage of the sixth-order peak of Fortune Gate? how is this possible! "

"That's right, it's a rumor!"

"I don't know if it's a rumor. Many disciples of the clan saw it with their own eyes."

"If it's true, then the talent of this disciple of Wanxiang Fortune Sect would be terrifying, but when did such disciples appear in Wanxiang Fortune Sect? I heard that the chief disciple of Wanxiang Fortune Sect is Wang Wei? But Wang Wei is the ancestral god."

Chen Jianfeng and several short-blade disciples were discussing.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong was already thousands of miles away, so he couldn't hear these discussions.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the rotten devil's aura swirling around him, frowned and said, "The rotten devil's aura in Demon Prison Mountain is getting heavier and heavier?"

Compared to when he first entered Demon Prison Mountain, the demonic aura of corruption in the entire Demon Prison Mountain was more than doubled.

The Golden Horn Maverick nodded and said: "These rot demons are spewing out from the depths of the Demon Prison Mountain, and the speed of the spout is getting faster and faster, so the rot demons are getting heavier and heavier. If this goes on, we will have the most. You can only stay for three or four days.”

At the speed at which Demon Prison Mountain's tainted demon gas spewed, after three or four days, even Huang Xiaolong and Golden Horn Mavericks couldn't resist the Demonic Corruption Qi of Demon Prison Mountain.

Huang Xiaolong nodded, anyway, he had already decided to stay for another day and leave this Demon Prison Mountain, so whether the demonic aura of Demon Prison Mountain is strong or not has little to do with him.

Now more and more ancestral gods are breaking into Demon Prison Mountain, it is no longer safe.

Suddenly, the Golden Horn Maverick screamed and stopped.

When Huang Xiaolong felt strange, he saw the golden horn calf flying with him to a mountain black as black jade in front of him, and after turning over the mountain, he came to a mountain.

I saw that the mountains were full of black spar, these black spar, without a bit of luster, but when they got close, they saw that black energy like a phantom was flowing in the spar.

These black energies are constantly changing in various forms.

Each black spar is different in shape and size, some as big as a giant ball, and as small as a thumb.

"Sure enough, it's a phantom spar!" Golden Horn Maverick exclaimed in surprise.

"Phantom spar?" Huang Xiaolong's eyes were puzzled, and from the surface, there was nothing strange about these spar.

The golden horn calf laughed and said: "You don't know that this phantom spar is normal. This thing is extremely rare even in hell. Only in the extremely cold place, after hundreds of millions of years of evolution, this phantom spar can condense and form. ."

"This thing has many functions. It is extremely hard. Even if a chaotic spirit weapon is incorporated into it, its power can be greatly improved. If it is mixed with divine armor, the defense of divine armor will be extremely terrifying. Moreover, this phantom spar is hardening to the flesh. Refinement, the effect is even more amazing, not to mention the strong ancestors, even the strong ones above the ancestors will scramble for this thing!"

Huang Xiaolong didn't feel anything at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he was shocked.

The powerhouses above the ancestral gods are madly competing!

Is this phantom spar really so precious?

"Stay for nothing, hurry up and collect the phantom spar, as much as you can!" Golden Horn Maverick said: "If other powerhouses come, it will be difficult to grab it again!"

When Huang Xiaolong woke up, his figure flashed, he came to a fist-sized phantom spar, and took a picture with one palm, but what surprised Huang Xiaolong was that the fist-sized phantom spar just rolled on the ground!

Heavier than an ancient sacred mountain!

"Haha, I'm scared, this thing is not light, you have to work harder!" Golden Horn Maverick said with a smile.

Huang Xiaolong heard the words, the three supreme godheads urged him to take a photo, and then he put the phantom spar into the ghost Buddha ring.

Just as Huang Xiaolong was busy collecting these phantom spar, a group of disciples also flew here in the distance. It was the short-blade door Chen Jianfeng and other disciples that Huang Xiaolong had rescued before. There were more than 20 short-blade disciples, and the leader, with a vigorous breath and lightning flashes in his eyes, was Shi Long, the first genius disciple of the Short-blade Sect. (To be continued. "This text is provided by the Breaking Dawn Update Team x-on:銗芗梦華" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is the author's greatest motivation.)