Chapter 1230: Half a Pound (Part 1)
"The rags he has refined in the mortal world for hundreds of years and which he dare not even bring to the spiritual world are worthy of being compared with the magic weapon that I have refined in the spiritual world for hundreds of thousands of years?" Yao Sen heard Yang Chen If he said that, he directly turned on the taunting mode, and the sarcastic sneer on Long's face was unabashed: "Only you guys who have never seen the world will regard straw as gold bars."
"What happened to those who were refined in the mortal world?" Yang Chen seemed to suddenly be on Ao Guang's side at this moment, and counterattacked tit for tat: "Which great power in the immortal world and the spiritual world was not ascended from the mortal world? Those who were born directly in the spiritual world It seems that there are only those aborigines who cannot practice."
Yang Chen used monks to counterattack Aosen's magic weapon. Although it was not the same set of things, the reason was clear. To put it bluntly, the difference is the calamity.
Whether in the process of monks' practice or in the process of refining and improving magic weapons, the power of heavenly tribulation cannot be ignored. Magic weapons that have not experienced heavenly tribulation and magic weapons that have experienced heavenly tribulation are equally different.
The magic weapons that Ao Sen refined in the spirit world seemed to be made of very high-grade materials, and his cultivation level during the refining process was much higher than when he was in the mortal world. However, he had never experienced any catastrophe in the mortal world. He was born with some inexplicable deficiencies, and congenital deficiencies are the most appropriate way to describe them.
Although there are only thunder tribulations, yin fire tribulations and wind catastrophes in the mortal world, which may sound inconspicuous, even with everyone’s current cultivation level, the three catastrophes are the most basic components of the heavenly tribulations, regardless of whether they are in the spiritual world or the fairy world. How powerful the natural disasters are, they are just variations of various permutations, combinations and upgraded versions of the three mortal disasters.
From this aspect, the dragon magic weapon Yang Chen brought from the mortal world. It's really not necessarily worse than the magic weapon that Aosen spent hundreds of thousands of years trying to master.
"You said so much. Don't you want me to see the truth?" Yao Sen will not compete with Yang Chen for these verbal advantages. The more preparation time given to Yang Chen at this time, the disadvantage of Yang Chen, a guy who can't see the depth. The less. Finally, we found a moment when Yang Chen's morale was at its lowest. How could Ao Sen waste time?
Although Yang Chen was tricked by Yao Sen before and helped him escape from the prison formation, he was now angered by Yao Sen's tactics. His hands had once again grasped Xiaotian's body tightly, and Xiaotian knowingly curled Yang Chen's wrist tighter.
"You, you. How are you at the peak of the Golden Immortal?" When Ao Sen completely let go of his breath and let everyone feel it, the first elder of the Long family was shocked and pointed at Ao Sen and exclaimed.
In everyone's estimation, since Ao Sen, a master, casually pointed out Long Can Long Que, and the time he was imprisoned, he had reached the level of Daluo Jinxian. No one expected that Ao Sen was only at the peak of Jinxian. . The puzzlement of everyone in the Dragon Clan is naturally due to this. Calculating according to time, it is not a problem for Ao Sen to enter the late stage of Daluo Jinxian. How can he still be at the peak of Jinxian?
"So what about the peak of the Golden Immortal?" Yao Sen glanced at the elder of the Long family who spoke with contempt. Guys like this who in his eyes are just materials for refining would never understand the mystery. No wonder they are He can only be used as a weapon refining material: "If you still look at it from the realm of cultivation, then that will be the case for you in this life. Right. Yang Chen?"
Of course Yang Chen understood the truth behind this. When a tall building rises from the ground, no matter how solid the foundation is when laying the foundation, it is never too hard. This is why Yang Chen could clearly build a foundation in a short period of time, but he stayed in the Qi refining period for a full ten years. He relied on the anti-yin and yang five elements formula to harden his spiritual power and build an extremely solid foundation. reason.
Others don't understand, but Yang Chen himself is a living example. In Yang Chen's life, he killed monks who were higher than him not once or twice. The most recent one was to frighten Long Can and Long Que so much that they dared not move. This fully demonstrated the importance of foundation.
Yang Chen could completely imagine how terrifying it was that Ao Sen had spent hundreds of thousands of years maintaining this realm of cultivation and laying a solid foundation for it. This is definitely a powerful enemy, comparable to a perverted enemy like Brother Li Cheng.
When Ao Sen told Yang Chen that he wanted to see Zhenzhang under his command, a beautifully made pagoda that looked exquisite and clear had already appeared on the huge dragon claw. It's just that the distance is far, giving people a small feeling, and the aura on it attracts all the dragon masters to look sideways. In the eyes of every dragon master, there is an indescribable desire for covetousness.
Even Yang Chen was involuntarily attracted when he saw it. Needless to say, this pagoda must be the dragon tower refined by Ao Sen. It looks much more refined than the one refined by Ao Guang.
However, Yang Chen did not underestimate Ao Guang's Dragon Pagoda just because Yao Sen's Dragon Pagoda was exquisite. There were two styles, one rough and one delicate. It was hard to say which one was better. It seemed that it only depended on the refiner's own style. Just a hobby.
Thinking about it, this dragon tower is the hub that can control other dragon treasures refined by Yao Sen. Even Yang Chen has a desire to take it for himself, let alone everyone in the dragon tribe. As for Xiaotian, he was already drooling, and his saliva flowed all over the floor along the blade of the Immortal Slayer Sword.
The Immortal Killing Sword was raised high and instantly turned into a huge blade dozens of feet long. Yang Chen swooped up, jumped up high, and chopped off the head of Aosen Dou over there.
Ding, there was a crisp sound of objects colliding, and the Immortal Killing Sword, including Yang Chen, were all blocked in the air. But it was Ao Sen who waved the dragon tower and directly blocked Yang Chen's fierce sword.
I don’t know what kind of materials the dragon tower was made of, but it was not afraid of the sharpness of the Immortal Killing Sword made of diamond materials. At least Yang Chen didn’t see any knife marks on the tower. Not only that, but the space-cutting power boosted by Xiaotian was also led to a void within the tower and disappeared without a trace.
Yang Chen's seemingly earth-shattering attack was blocked by Yao Sen so lightly. Apart from a crisp sound, there was no movement at all.
However, Yang Chen had a lot of fighting experience and was not moved at all. He grabbed it with his free left hand and directly grabbed it at the huge dragon claw that Ao Sen smashed towards him.
Bang, the moment the fists and claws of the two sides intersected, a dull sound broke out again, and then a small figure quickly retreated. While retreating, there was also a sound of flesh being torn apart, and then countless blood spurted out.
When everyone looked again, they only saw Yang Chen being knocked away by Ao Sen's blow. The girls were about to scream, but suddenly stopped. A huge bloody gash appeared on Ao Sen's body, and a giant claw and his arm had disappeared without a trace. (To be continued ~^~)
PS: ————It was so easy to write all afternoon on Sunday afternoon, but the result was a blue screen of death, and everything was lost after restarting. I tried to find the author of Little Dark Room but couldn't recover, so I had to rewrite it after dinner. I’ll post half a chapter first, and I’ll continue with the second half.