Chapter 825: Eight Treasures Ancient Saint
The ghost master's eyes were gloomy, but he did not roar.
"I didn't expect that Li Hanxue and Wu Xinnu could endure it so much, and they were indifferent even after the sacred weapon was taken away. Anyway, since you can endure it, I have nothing to fear and will play with you to the end."
The Ancient Sage of Mingguang smiled and said: "My dear friends, please be patient. When the time is right, I will naturally return the sacred artifact to you."
Li Hanxue glanced at Ancient Sage Mingguang, pondered for a while, and said: "Senior Mingguang, we injured your mount, and you just took away our holy weapon but didn't do anything to us. What are you doing?"
The Ancient Sage of Mingguang glanced at the red electric horned dragon colt behind him and said with a smile: "This is not my mount. If you get hurt, just get hurt. Its owner won't say anything. Of course I don't need to meddle in its own business."
"The red electric horned dragon colt is not the senior's mount?" Li Hanxue asked in shock, "Then which senior's mount is it?"
Ancient Sage Mingguang smiled and said: "It is the mount of Senior Horned Dragon. Let's not talk about it for now. Come with me. You will understand everything when you see Senior Horned Dragon later."
When Li Hanxue and the other two heard this, they all hesitated. Who could know whether there was a tiger's den ahead?
Seeing this, the Ancient Sage Mingguang smiled and said: "Don't be suspicious, you three. We have no ill intentions. You can just follow me. Besides, if I really want to take action, you may not be able to stop me, so why do I need to tell you more?" Come with me."
Ancient Saint Mingguang mounted the red electric dragon colt and flew rapidly towards the north.
The three of them were dubious and followed him.
Along the way, the scenery along the way did not change much. This world was full of dead silence, withered branches and leaves, corpses, and the tone of the whole world was dark.
After about half an hour's journey, the four of them, together with a half-step holy beast, finally arrived on a dry mountain.
This dry mountain is extremely huge, tens of thousands of feet high. The foot of the mountain is no different from other places, and it is also dead. However, more than one-third of the mountain is very different. A piece of white snow is like a skirt, pinned to the mountainside. The forest is lush, the ancient trees are in the sky, and there are many wild animals running around in the forest, making it look full of vitality.
Further up, at two-thirds of the height of the mountain, there is a huge man-made cave. The cave is deep and dark, and gusts of dark wind are howling at the entrance.
Li Hanxue, the three of them and Ancient Sage Mingguang arrived here. The strong wind blew their hair flying and their clothes rustled.
Ancient Sage Mingguang said: "This is it, come in with me."
The four people entered the deep cave. The light in the deep cave was dim, with towering stone walls on both sides. There must be a yellow light every ten feet. These yellow lights are made of luminous stone, which can drive away darkness and bring light.
About three hundred feet deep into the cave, the four finally came to the end of the cave - an extremely open cave. The dark stone floor was a little moist, but extremely smooth. There were stone tables and chairs all around. I think there must be people gathering here often. Crowded.
The Ancient Sage Mingguang walked to the end of the cave and tapped on the wall. The stone wall transformed into a door again. After Li Hanxue and the other three followed him and stepped into the door, their eyes were attracted by an old man and could no longer look away. Eye.
This old man was meditating with his eyes closed, his chest exposed and his abdomen exposed. His bronze tendons were extremely strong, as if they were made of iron. His gray hair was like a steel wire, with each root showing a metallic texture.
From the perspective of Li Hanxue's weapon refiner, just pulling out this long hair is enough to refine hundreds of high-quality high-level wild weapons.
This is the Saint. His body is comparable to a divine weapon. If a hair is pulled off, it can crush a mountain.
However, what frightened Li Hanxue was not these. What frightened Li Hanxue the most was that there were actually eight dark gold wheels rolling around the old man behind his back. Each dark gold wheel was engraved with different patterns, and some were Some of the people were ferocious beasts, and some were monsters that Li Hanxue had never seen before.
These eight dark gold wheels exude completely different auras. It is obvious that they are not integrated, but independent individuals.
In other words, these eight dark gold wheels are all independent sacred weapons!
"Eight Holy Artifacts!" Master Gui was shocked when he saw this, secretly gasping, "It is extremely difficult for any Saint to refine a Holy Artifact, but this person actually possesses eight Holy Artifacts. What are these guys like?"
The Ancient Sage of Mingguang was secretly observing the reactions of the three people.
Wu Xin Nu said: "Is this Senior Qiu Long?"
Ancient Sage Mingguang shook his head and said with a smile: "This person is not Senior Qiu Long. He is Ancient Sage Babao. He carries eight holy weapons and is my equal. Babao, Senior Qiu Long will be here soon. Why don't you get up quickly?" ?”
The Eight Treasures Ancient Sage opened his eyes, his gaze lighting up the entire stone chamber like lightning.
Then the light gradually dissipated. The Eight Treasures Ancient Sage glanced at the Mingguang Ancient Sage and said calmly: "Mingguang, it turns out to be you. These three people are not from my clan. Why did you bring them here?"
Ancient Sage Mingguang said: "These are the people that Senior Qiu Long has designated to meet."
"I see, when will Senior Qiu Long arrive?"
"One more hour."
The Eight Treasures Ancient Sage closed his eyes again, did not get up, and continued to practice. Waves of holy power filled the air, and Mingguang Ancient Sage's body had a burst of soft light that flickered independently to offset this holy power.
Li Hanxue, Gui Gongzi and Wu Xinnu did not have such means. The holy weapon was taken away by the Ancient Saint of Mingguang, so they had to use their own cultivation to resist this holy power. However, fortunately, the Eight Treasures Ancient Saint seemed to suppress some of the power and did not make the Holy Saint The power exploded completely, otherwise the three of them would never be able to resist it.
Even so, after half an hour, Li Hanxue's forehead was already sweating.
In comparison, Ghost Young Master and Wuxinnv did not seem to be so exhausted.
Both of them had higher cultivation than Li Hanxue, so they took advantage.
Seeing that Li Hanxue looked quite embarrassed, Ghost Young Master could not help but sneer: "Li Hanxue, it seems that after losing the holy weapon, your ability is also quite limited."
Ghost Young Master provoked, Li Hanxue would not be humble, he was very happy to fight with Ghost Young Master, whether it was bickering or fighting.
Li Hanxue smiled and said: "Li is not talented, I can only stand with Ghost Young Master at the fifth level of the Wild Martial Realm, I am really ashamed."
Li Hanxue's sarcasm was too obvious. He was a fifth-level Wild Martial Artist, and Ghost Young Master was a peak Wild Martial Artist. Li Hanxue said that he and Ghost Young Master were at the same level, which was clearly a mockery of Ghost Young Master's potential not as good as his.
After hearing this, Ghost Prince was immediately furious and snorted coldly: "Li Hanxue, don't be too self-righteous. Even if you reach the ninth level of the Wild Martial Realm, you may not be able to defeat me. Moreover, whether you can become a peak Wild Martial Realm warrior is still a big question mark."
Wu Xinnu felt a little helpless. These two people were originally scheming people, but they quarreled all day long when they met, fighting openly and secretly, and never tired of it.
Even in this situation, they did not forget to belittle each other.
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