Five Thousand Five Hundred and Thirty-Six Chapters?

If there is no guidance from the true spirit, this process will probably be very long.

Jian Wushuang himself is the same.

Without the appearance of Qishen Temple, there would not be an army of skeletons, and when he did not master his mental strength, he accidentally entered the starry sky, and then mastered the extreme way.

That's the way to find out from the heart.

In normal times, even if it is thrown to you, you will not be able to cultivate.

Among them, there are external reasons and their own efforts, but more people are pushing all this.

Push an immature river of time and space to its peak.

It's a seedling boost.

In the Qishen Temple, after growing to the peak, there is no place to go. There are not many peaks in the outside world. The inheritance and chance of the wheel are even more general.

This will make them no longer have a sense of crisis after they reach that level, and then stagnate.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

Jian Wushuang's heart moved, but he was a little prepared for a rainy day.

Right now, it's still about planning.

It is still very far away to master the matter of the Qishen Temple.

Gong Miaoyi on the side noticed Jian Wushuang's distraction and asked:

"Go directly?"

Gong Miaoyi turned her head and glanced at the scattered monks.

Jian Wushuang nodded and said: "I never kill the weak, don't forget that this is a deep wasteland, even if you can get out alive, I am afraid it will take tens of thousands of years, the core of the Blue Bird Hall has been destroyed, and they have no Blue Bird Hall. Protection, it's good to be able to survive!"

But as soon as his voice fell, a huge black dragon appeared in the sky in the distance, rushing towards the two of them without looking at each other.

Compared with the Flood Dragon, the Blue Bird Hall was like a grain of sand, and it disappeared in an instant.

"Ancient Desolate Beast?" Jian Wushuang frowned.

They shouldn't be so unlucky!

First, there was a problem with the Blue Bird Hall.

Then he encountered an ancient desolate beast of this level.

Some places in the heaven where there are no practitioners are deep wastes.

It is said that it is a deep wasteland, only the wasteland is left, and there are very few wasteland beasts, especially the powerful wasteland beasts.

Like this desolate ancient flood dragon, it has the combat power of a sixth-order emperor, and it is even rarer.

Once it appears, I am afraid that it will soon attract a large number of strong people to come to siege.

This is a gluttonous feast.

A desolate ancient flood dragon is probably worth 10,000 universe crystals.

It is still a mature Mahayana body Jiaolong.

If it were normal, Jian Wushuang would feel that he was the chosen one, and when he entered the Great Wilderness, he would be able to encounter this kind of genius treasure.

But now it's different.

He was being hunted, but he had no time to enjoy it.

"Its target is us!" Gong Miaoyi frowned slightly, her strength is only the peak of the fifth-order, if it is the sixth-order emperor of the four secret realms, she can still fight.

But the desolate ancient flood dragon in front of him is not only stronger than the practitioners of the four great secret realms, but even stronger than some sixth-order emperors among the inheritors.

According to the strength of the North Watchtower, this Jiaolong probably already has the top level of the sixth-order.

Similar to Jian Wushuang's current strength.

Once entangled, I am afraid it is difficult to escape.

But it's not that easy to go.

"Since you have encountered it, then kill it!" Jian Wushuang leaked a murderous aura.

The sword energy came instantly, and the breath that was ingested exploded instantly.

The ancient Jiaolong screamed in the sky, hovering in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

"Little Daojun, dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat!" Huanggu Jiaolong spit out words, his huge eyes staring at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang sneered, "It's just a beast, do you really think I can't kill you?"

Jue Yunjian was pulled out in an instant, he didn't want to waste time.

This desolate ancient flood dragon appeared unexpectedly, and it was even more strange to see that he was a Taoist.

Although he took the initiative to leak his breath, the fierce sword aura was comparable to that of a sixth-order emperor, and the other party was not surprised at all.

There may be some conspiracy in it.

It's just that Wu Zuo has never sent him any news, and he doesn't know who is planning this?

Maybe it's a god, maybe it's other powerhouses in the Law Enforcement Hall.

But if the people from the Law Enforcement Hall found him, Wu Zuo would definitely know.

Jian Wushuang, who was holding the Jueyun Sword, took one step forward, and he was already at the side of the ancient beast.

"die!"

As soon as he came up, he didn't have any hold of his hand, and with a sword, he died.

This sword pierced through the body of the Desolate Ancient Flood Dragon. The opponent's size was too large and the speed was very slow, making it impossible to hide at all.

But then Jian Wushuang was stunned. He only knew that the strength of the wild beast was very strong, and it was not clear in which aspect it was stronger.

Now he understands.

His strongest sword actually only broke some of the opponent's soft armor, not even a minor injury.

With this terrifying defensive power, the level of the physical body is probably not inferior to the super-grade physical body, and the divine body is even more comparable to the emperor who is 60,000 times the divine body.

"you!!!"

After feeling the injury on his body, the ancient Jiaolong screamed up to the sky and roared: "You can actually break the scales of this seat, you should be damned!"

A jet-black mist spewed out of the opponent's mouth, and the originally dim sky was plunged into darkness completely.

In the darkness, the Jiaolong swam, and the Jiaolong's claws suddenly grabbed Jian Wushuang directly.

That sharp claw technique made Jian Wushuang palpitate.

In a trance, he saw the claws that ripped the sky once.

Then I was overjoyed!

This Jiaolong has a relationship with the Candle Dragon.

It is the power of blood.

This desolate ancient flood dragon must have the blood of the candle dragon, and there are some innate inheritances in the blood, and that inheritance is the claw of the candle dragon.

I thought it was very difficult at first, and I was going to give up the fight with this dragon. It is better to leave directly. With his speed, I will be able to get rid of it soon.

But it's not necessary now.

It has a blood relationship with the beast god candle dragon. If it can be beheaded, the use of the blood and flesh on the opponent's body may restore the beast god soldier.

Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang, in order to stimulate the other party, showed his body and the beast god soldier who had lost his power.

hum!

The candle dragon's wings suddenly trembled, directly removing the black fog.

Afterwards, with a flutter of wings behind him, he immediately arrived at Gong Miao's figure and directly picked her up.

In this level of battle, she can't get involved.

"You leave first, leave it to me here!" Jian Wushuang put down Gong Miaoyi, handed him a token, and said, "Take it and go north, I will find you soon!"

Gong Miaoyi is not an indecisive person. After nodding her head, she still said, "Be careful!"

Then quickly left here.

The desolate ancient flood dragon protruded its huge head from the black mist, and the black mist billowed from its rough nostrils, staring at the candle dragon's wings on Jian Wushuang's body.

Jian Wushuang also noticed the other party's gaze, and then the inner armor of the candle dragon also lit up.

"And this!" Jian Wushuang shouted angrily.