Chapter 803
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The land of heaven.
Yang Wu comes to the suspended ancient coffin. There are seven golden monks behind him. They surround Yang Wu. Once Yang Wu leaves here, they will work together to kill Yang Wu.
There was a mess around. There were more than ten bodies lying in a pool of blood. They could not die any more.
These evil predators died here.
Yang Wu doesn't feel pity at all. Although their strength is not weak, each one is stained with blood and worthy of death.
At present, he is considering how to obtain those dragon Qi liquids. As phage Chuan said, it should be a Wang of dragon marrow liquid, under which half of the keel is soaked. Wisps of dragon Qi come out of the keel. This dragon marrow liquid is comparable to the holy liquid, which has great advantages for quenching body, and it is even more difficult for Yang Zhenlong.
The air machine here is connected with the ancient coffin. He didn't take the initiative. He felt that the ancient coffin was strange. He must find out before he took the action.
"Defeat all the seven golden monks first and then worry about it." Yang Wu looked back and said to the seven golden monks.
Yang Wu was no longer foolish enough to rush over and fight with these golden monks, but beat the golden monks one by one with ice blade wings.
These golden monks are very powerful. Unfortunately, they are unconscious and can't perceive the existence of ice blade wings. They can easily use them as rakes and break their eyebrow power.
Seven semi holy golden monks fell down one by one.
If the dead bitchuan and predators saw this scene, they would be very unwilling.
They can't hurt monk Jin even if they fight to death. Yang Wu defeated them so easily. It's really more popular than people.
At this time, the white haired witch returned with Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun.
"Come here first, and I'll figure out what's going on here." Yang Wu said to them.
Yang Zhenlong exclaimed excitedly, "Dad, I feel the smell of dragon."
"Well, there is dragon marrow liquid here, which is enough for you to transform." Yang Wu said with a light smile.
"Great, Dad, hurry up." Yang Zhenlong replied happily.
Yang Wu nodded lightly. His soul eyes opened again and looked at the ancient coffin.
Just after his eyes fell on the ancient coffin, the ancient coffin burst into strong golden light, and the golden light blade stabbed Yang Wu's soul eye vertically.
Ah!
Yang wugen couldn't react. His soul eye was stabbed by the golden light. His fighting soul defended independently and tried his best to stop Jin mang from killing his soul.
"Get out of here." Yang Wu's fighting spirit was still very strong. He turned his fist into spiritual force and roared continuously. Finally, he cut off Jin mang.
The attack of the ancient coffin did not stop. It fell rapidly from the air and suppressed Yang Wu.
Yang Wu couldn't open his eyes. He could feel the ancient coffin falling. He didn't hesitate to attack the ancient coffin with his whole body.
Bang bang!
Yang Wu's martial magic fist was played continuously, and Zhenwu boxing was forced out, just like Xuanwu rushing into the sky and hitting the ancient coffin.
The power of Kungfu can fight against semi saints, but there is still no way to stop the repressive power of the ancient coffin. The kungfu is crushed inch by inch, and the ancient coffin continues to smash down like Mount Tai, which is difficult to stop.
"Lord (father)!" the white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong all lost their voice and exclaimed.
The ancient coffin is so strange that Yang Wu is afraid to be smashed into meat patties.
"Evil puppet come out." at a critical moment, Yang Wu summoned an evil puppet. It blocked the ancient coffin one step ahead. He got a little breathing space and took it out from under the ancient coffin. The evil puppet could only resist for a moment and was crushed and exploded by the ancient coffin.
Bang!
When the ancient coffin fell to the ground, the evil puppet was crushed into a pile of waste residue. Yang Wu narrowly escaped and was not killed by the town, but his mental strength was seriously damaged and his soul eye could not be opened again in a short time.
The ancient coffin didn't stop. It hit Yang Wu without wind.
Its speed is too fast. Even if it does not reach the power of the holy land, it is absolutely comparable to the semi holy peak and infinitely close to the holy power.
Yang Wu couldn't dodge, so he was hit hard behind him. His body was like a broken kite flying.
Poof!
His blood spilled and his body fell heavily hundreds of feet away. He couldn't afford to be seriously injured.
"You go out, I'll stop it." the white haired witch said to Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun. She turned into a phantom and swept towards the ancient coffin. Even if she was afraid of death, she would stop the ancient coffin for Yang Wu.
Before the white haired witch resisted the ancient coffin, a beautiful shadow had quietly appeared, and a blue palm print angrily photographed the ancient coffin.
Bang!
The strong ancient coffin was directly patted by the green palm.
This is the power of holy power. It's so powerful that even the power of the ancient coffin can't be stopped.
However, the ancient coffin was really strange. After it was photographed, it didn't explode or be damaged.
Qingfeng frowned and shot again. She wanted to completely crack the ancient coffin.
The green palm containing the greatest holy power roared towards the ancient coffin. The golden light broke out in the ancient coffin, and a Sanskrit sound startled from it.
Oh!
The voice of the Sanskrit is consistent with the voice of the fierce ape guarding outside the crack, but the power gap between the two is very large. The Sanskrit sound of the ancient coffin is as powerful as the Holy Buddha and contains a certain attack power that goes directly to the soul, which is difficult for anyone to stop.
There was a fierce collision between the Sanskrit sound and the green palm power, and the Sanskrit sound power was still inferior. The Sanskrit sound was broken, and the holy palm was weak, which could not pose a great threat to the ancient coffin.
The ancient coffin didn't retreat. I don't know when it had returned to the Wang dragon marrow liquid. There was a majestic dragon gas released. A terrible dragon shaped war gas rose up and disappeared into the ancient coffin. The terrible holy power rolled around. In addition, a volume of unknown ancient scriptures rose into the sky, and the Sanskrit sound sounded again.
Roar!
Oh!
There was a real dragon roaring and a Sanskrit sound startling. The real dragon turned into a long dragon. The powerful dragon body hit Qingfeng fiercely, and the "唵" sound hit Qingfeng's forehead.
The green phoenix frowned and moved her palms. The two green palms beat out again and again. If a green Luan appeared, she pecked at the real dragon. There were countless feather feathers hanging Sanskrit like a sharp blade. There were different phases in the sky. The holy power was amazing, and the space seemed to burst.
Boom boom!
No matter how powerful the ancient coffin is, it is not as strong as Qingfeng. After all, it is with the help of the power and can only reluctantly compete with her.
There was an evil voice in the ancient coffin: "if you disturb the Buddha's cultivation, you will die."
The ancient coffin carrying the general trend of terror hit the Qingfeng in the past. It was like a dragon's head, glittering with gold and infinite power. No one dared to look directly at it.
"Broken!" Qingfeng didn't say much nonsense. She lifted her spirit and carried her palm to shoot the ancient coffin.
Who knows that the ancient coffin is just a bluff. It suddenly changed its direction, rose into the sky and escaped the attack of Qingfeng. The next moment, it has appeared in front of the door of space and escaped from this space.
It's too late for Qingfeng to stop.
Qingfeng hesitated and said in a charming voice, "you stay here and I'll go out and have a look."
She turned into a Luan shadow and quickly chased out.
The white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong quickly swept towards Yang Wu's position.
Yang Wu has sat up, but his breath is shrinking. He hasn't completely recovered.
"Dad, are you okay?" Yang Zhenlong worried.
Yang Wu shook his head slightly with his eyes distracted. The attack of Sanskrit was not so easy to calm down.
He closed his eyes and began to run the Royal soul Heart Sutra to erase the trauma of his soul as soon as possible.
Since he became the soul of war, his soul was damaged for the first time. It can be seen how terrible the Sanskrit attack of the other party is.
The Royal soul Sutra is worthy of being a sutra for the soul. When it runs, shenting Daohua releases a wisp of spiritual power to wrap the war soul and moisturize and restore the war soul bit by bit.
His physical injury is not a big problem. The Taishang jiuxuan formula runs automatically and can recover it slowly.
The white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong didn't leave him until he recovered.
An hour later, Yang wucai woke up from his seat. He looked at his companions and said with a smile, "I'm fine. Go and have a look at Longsui liquid and Longsui grass."
"Are you really all right?" asked the white haired witch.
"Well, don't worry, I'm not so fragile." Yang Wu nodded.
So he stood up and walked towards the position of the Dragon marrow fluid, followed by others.
Dragon marrow liquid is made of Lingquan, keel and dragon Qi. The grade of keel determines the grade of dragon marrow liquid.
I'm afraid the level of this Wang dragon marrow liquid is not low, at least it's a semi holy level, or even a real holy level. Otherwise, it's impossible to borrow such a powerful dragon Qi from the ancient coffin.
Yang Zhenlong was close to the dragon family. When he saw this Wang dragon marrow liquid, he shouted excitedly: "pure dragon marrow liquid."
Yang Wu looked at this Wang Long marrow liquid, which can accommodate at least a dozen people to enter at the same time. It's nothing to say. He said to his companions: "don't worry about going in to soak your body. Wait until I add some ingredients and go in again, or it will hurt us a lot."
"It's all up to the Lord." Bai Luoyun said excitedly.
If you can get dragon marrow liquid to soak your body, your body will undoubtedly be greatly improved, which will be a great opportunity.
The white haired witch has no opinion. She agrees with what Yang Wu does.
Yang Zhenlong said, "Dad, I'm not afraid of the spirit of dragon evil."
Yang Wu said with a smile, "there are a lot of dragon marrow liquid here, which is useful for the little holy city. You are still in the king's territory and can't bear so much power. I will collect some for you, and give you half to soak your body, and the other half to us."
"Roar, dad is the best!" Yang Zhenlong shouted with satisfaction.
"Well, I'll divide the Dragon marrow liquid first, and then configure some herbs to give full play to the role of the Dragon marrow liquid."
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The land of heaven.
Yang Wu comes to the suspended ancient coffin. There are seven golden monks behind him. They surround Yang Wu. Once Yang Wu leaves here, they will work together to kill Yang Wu.
There was a mess around. There were more than ten bodies lying in a pool of blood. They could not die any more.
These evil predators died here.
Yang Wu doesn't feel pity at all. Although their strength is not weak, each one is stained with blood and worthy of death.
At present, he is considering how to obtain those dragon Qi liquids. As phage Chuan said, it should be a Wang of dragon marrow liquid, under which half of the keel is soaked. Wisps of dragon Qi come out of the keel. This dragon marrow liquid is comparable to the holy liquid, which has great advantages for quenching body, and it is even more difficult for Yang Zhenlong.
The air machine here is connected with the ancient coffin. He didn't take the initiative. He felt that the ancient coffin was strange. He must find out before he took the action.
"Defeat all the seven golden monks first and then worry about it." Yang Wu looked back and said to the seven golden monks.
Yang Wu was no longer foolish enough to rush over and fight with these golden monks, but beat the golden monks one by one with ice blade wings.
These golden monks are very powerful. Unfortunately, they are unconscious and can't perceive the existence of ice blade wings. They can easily use them as rakes and break their eyebrow power.
Seven semi holy golden monks fell down one by one.
If the dead bitchuan and predators saw this scene, they would be very unwilling.
They can't hurt monk Jin even if they fight to death. Yang Wu defeated them so easily. It's really more popular than people.
At this time, the white haired witch returned with Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun.
"Come here first, and I'll figure out what's going on here." Yang Wu said to them.
Yang Zhenlong exclaimed excitedly, "Dad, I feel the smell of dragon."
"Well, there is dragon marrow liquid here, which is enough for you to transform." Yang Wu said with a light smile.
"Great, Dad, hurry up." Yang Zhenlong replied happily.
Yang Wu nodded lightly. His soul eyes opened again and looked at the ancient coffin.
Just after his eyes fell on the ancient coffin, the ancient coffin burst into strong golden light, and the golden light blade stabbed Yang Wu's soul eye vertically.
Ah!
Yang wugen couldn't react. His soul eye was stabbed by the golden light. His fighting soul defended independently and tried his best to stop Jin mang from killing his soul.
"Get out of here." Yang Wu's fighting spirit was still very strong. He turned his fist into spiritual force and roared continuously. Finally, he cut off Jin mang.
The attack of the ancient coffin did not stop. It fell rapidly from the air and suppressed Yang Wu.
Yang Wu couldn't open his eyes. He could feel the ancient coffin falling. He didn't hesitate to attack the ancient coffin with his whole body.
Bang bang!
Yang Wu's martial magic fist was played continuously, and Zhenwu boxing was forced out, just like Xuanwu rushing into the sky and hitting the ancient coffin.
The power of Kungfu can fight against semi saints, but there is still no way to stop the repressive power of the ancient coffin. The kungfu is crushed inch by inch, and the ancient coffin continues to smash down like Mount Tai, which is difficult to stop.
"Lord (father)!" the white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong all lost their voice and exclaimed.
The ancient coffin is so strange that Yang Wu is afraid to be smashed into meat patties.
"Evil puppet come out." at a critical moment, Yang Wu summoned an evil puppet. It blocked the ancient coffin one step ahead. He got a little breathing space and took it out from under the ancient coffin. The evil puppet could only resist for a moment and was crushed and exploded by the ancient coffin.
Bang!
When the ancient coffin fell to the ground, the evil puppet was crushed into a pile of waste residue. Yang Wu narrowly escaped and was not killed by the town, but his mental strength was seriously damaged and his soul eye could not be opened again in a short time.
The ancient coffin didn't stop. It hit Yang Wu without wind.
Its speed is too fast. Even if it does not reach the power of the holy land, it is absolutely comparable to the semi holy peak and infinitely close to the holy power.
Yang Wu couldn't dodge, so he was hit hard behind him. His body was like a broken kite flying.
Poof!
His blood spilled and his body fell heavily hundreds of feet away. He couldn't afford to be seriously injured.
"You go out, I'll stop it." the white haired witch said to Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun. She turned into a phantom and swept towards the ancient coffin. Even if she was afraid of death, she would stop the ancient coffin for Yang Wu.
Before the white haired witch resisted the ancient coffin, a beautiful shadow had quietly appeared, and a blue palm print angrily photographed the ancient coffin.
Bang!
The strong ancient coffin was directly patted by the green palm.
This is the power of holy power. It's so powerful that even the power of the ancient coffin can't be stopped.
However, the ancient coffin was really strange. After it was photographed, it didn't explode or be damaged.
Qingfeng frowned and shot again. She wanted to completely crack the ancient coffin.
The green palm containing the greatest holy power roared towards the ancient coffin. The golden light broke out in the ancient coffin, and a Sanskrit sound startled from it.
Oh!
The voice of the Sanskrit is consistent with the voice of the fierce ape guarding outside the crack, but the power gap between the two is very large. The Sanskrit sound of the ancient coffin is as powerful as the Holy Buddha and contains a certain attack power that goes directly to the soul, which is difficult for anyone to stop.
There was a fierce collision between the Sanskrit sound and the green palm power, and the Sanskrit sound power was still inferior. The Sanskrit sound was broken, and the holy palm was weak, which could not pose a great threat to the ancient coffin.
The ancient coffin didn't retreat. I don't know when it had returned to the Wang dragon marrow liquid. There was a majestic dragon gas released. A terrible dragon shaped war gas rose up and disappeared into the ancient coffin. The terrible holy power rolled around. In addition, a volume of unknown ancient scriptures rose into the sky, and the Sanskrit sound sounded again.
Roar!
Oh!
There was a real dragon roaring and a Sanskrit sound startling. The real dragon turned into a long dragon. The powerful dragon body hit Qingfeng fiercely, and the "唵" sound hit Qingfeng's forehead.
The green phoenix frowned and moved her palms. The two green palms beat out again and again. If a green Luan appeared, she pecked at the real dragon. There were countless feather feathers hanging Sanskrit like a sharp blade. There were different phases in the sky. The holy power was amazing, and the space seemed to burst.
Boom boom!
No matter how powerful the ancient coffin is, it is not as strong as Qingfeng. After all, it is with the help of the power and can only reluctantly compete with her.
There was an evil voice in the ancient coffin: "if you disturb the Buddha's cultivation, you will die."
The ancient coffin carrying the general trend of terror hit the Qingfeng in the past. It was like a dragon's head, glittering with gold and infinite power. No one dared to look directly at it.
"Broken!" Qingfeng didn't say much nonsense. She lifted her spirit and carried her palm to shoot the ancient coffin.
Who knows that the ancient coffin is just a bluff. It suddenly changed its direction, rose into the sky and escaped the attack of Qingfeng. The next moment, it has appeared in front of the door of space and escaped from this space.
It's too late for Qingfeng to stop.
Qingfeng hesitated and said in a charming voice, "you stay here and I'll go out and have a look."
She turned into a Luan shadow and quickly chased out.
The white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong quickly swept towards Yang Wu's position.
Yang Wu has sat up, but his breath is shrinking. He hasn't completely recovered.
"Dad, are you okay?" Yang Zhenlong worried.
Yang Wu shook his head slightly with his eyes distracted. The attack of Sanskrit was not so easy to calm down.
He closed his eyes and began to run the Royal soul Heart Sutra to erase the trauma of his soul as soon as possible.
Since he became the soul of war, his soul was damaged for the first time. It can be seen how terrible the Sanskrit attack of the other party is.
The Royal soul Sutra is worthy of being a sutra for the soul. When it runs, shenting Daohua releases a wisp of spiritual power to wrap the war soul and moisturize and restore the war soul bit by bit.
His physical injury is not a big problem. The Taishang jiuxuan formula runs automatically and can recover it slowly.
The white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong didn't leave him until he recovered.
An hour later, Yang wucai woke up from his seat. He looked at his companions and said with a smile, "I'm fine. Go and have a look at Longsui liquid and Longsui grass."
"Are you really all right?" asked the white haired witch.
"Well, don't worry, I'm not so fragile." Yang Wu nodded.
So he stood up and walked towards the position of the Dragon marrow fluid, followed by others.
Dragon marrow liquid is made of Lingquan, keel and dragon Qi. The grade of keel determines the grade of dragon marrow liquid.
I'm afraid the level of this Wang dragon marrow liquid is not low, at least it's a semi holy level, or even a real holy level. Otherwise, it's impossible to borrow such a powerful dragon Qi from the ancient coffin.
Yang Zhenlong was close to the dragon family. When he saw this Wang dragon marrow liquid, he shouted excitedly: "pure dragon marrow liquid."
Yang Wu looked at this Wang Long marrow liquid, which can accommodate at least a dozen people to enter at the same time. It's nothing to say. He said to his companions: "don't worry about going in to soak your body. Wait until I add some ingredients and go in again, or it will hurt us a lot."
"It's all up to the Lord." Bai Luoyun said excitedly.
If you can get dragon marrow liquid to soak your body, your body will undoubtedly be greatly improved, which will be a great opportunity.
The white haired witch has no opinion. She agrees with what Yang Wu does.
Yang Zhenlong said, "Dad, I'm not afraid of the spirit of dragon evil."
Yang Wu said with a smile, "there are a lot of dragon marrow liquid here, which is useful for the little holy city. You are still in the king's territory and can't bear so much power. I will collect some for you, and give you half to soak your body, and the other half to us."
"Roar, dad is the best!" Yang Zhenlong shouted with satisfaction.
"Well, I'll divide the Dragon marrow liquid first, and then configure some herbs to give full play to the role of the Dragon marrow liquid."
……
The land of heaven.Yang Wu comes to the suspended ancient coffin. There are seven golden monks behind him. They surround Yang Wu. Once Yang Wu leaves here, they will work together to kill Yang Wu.There was a mess around. There were more than ten bodies lying in a pool of blood. They could not die any more.These evil predators died here.Yang Wu doesn't feel pity at all. Although their strength is not weak, each one is stained with blood and worthy of death.At present, he is considering how to obtain those dragon Qi liquids. As phage Chuan said, it should be a Wang of dragon marrow liquid, under which half of the keel is soaked. Wisps of dragon Qi come out of the keel. This dragon marrow liquid is comparable to the holy liquid, which has great advantages for quenching body, and it is even more difficult for Yang Zhenlong.The air machine here is connected with the ancient coffin. He didn't take the initiative. He felt that the ancient coffin was strange. He must find out before he took the action."Defeat all the seven golden monks first and then worry about it." Yang Wu looked back and said to the seven golden monks.Yang Wu was no longer foolish enough to rush over and fight with these golden monks, but beat the golden monks one by one with ice blade wings.These golden monks are very powerful. Unfortunately, they are unconscious and can't perceive the existence of ice blade wings. They can easily use them as rakes and break their eyebrow power.Seven semi holy golden monks fell down one by one.If the dead bitchuan and predators saw this scene, they would be very unwilling.They can't hurt monk Jin even if they fight to death. Yang Wu defeated them so easily. It's really more popular than people.At this time, the white haired witch returned with Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun."Come here first, and I'll figure out what's going on here." Yang Wu said to them.Yang Zhenlong exclaimed excitedly, "Dad, I feel the smell of dragon.""Well, there is dragon marrow liquid here, which is enough for you to transform." Yang Wu said with a light smile."Great, Dad, hurry up." Yang Zhenlong replied happily.Yang Wu nodded lightly. His soul eyes opened again and looked at the ancient coffin.Just after his eyes fell on the ancient coffin, the ancient coffin burst into strong golden light, and the golden light blade stabbed Yang Wu's soul eye vertically.Ah!Yang wugen couldn't react. His soul eye was stabbed by the golden light. His fighting soul defended independently and tried his best to stop Jin mang from killing his soul."Get out of here." Yang Wu's fighting spirit was still very strong. He turned his fist into spiritual force and roared continuously. Finally, he cut off Jin mang.The attack of the ancient coffin did not stop. It fell rapidly from the air and suppressed Yang Wu.Yang Wu couldn't open his eyes. He could feel the ancient coffin falling. He didn't hesitate to attack the ancient coffin with his whole body.Bang bang!Yang Wu's martial magic fist was played continuously, and Zhenwu boxing was forced out, just like Xuanwu rushing into the sky and hitting the ancient coffin.The power of Kungfu can fight against semi saints, but there is still no way to stop the repressive power of the ancient coffin. The kungfu is crushed inch by inch, and the ancient coffin continues to smash down like Mount Tai, which is difficult to stop."Lord father!" the white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong all lost their voice and exclaimed.The ancient coffin is so strange that Yang Wu is afraid to be smashed into meat patties."Evil puppet come out." at a critical moment, Yang Wu summoned an evil puppet. It blocked the ancient coffin one step ahead. He got a little breathing space and took it out from under the ancient coffin. The evil puppet could only resist for a moment and was crushed and exploded by the ancient coffin.Bang!When the ancient coffin fell to the ground, the evil puppet was crushed into a pile of waste residue. Yang Wu narrowly escaped and was not killed by the town, but his mental strength was seriously damaged and his soul eye could not be opened again in a short time.The ancient coffin didn't stop. It hit Yang Wu without wind.Its speed is too fast. Even if it does not reach the power of the holy land, it is absolutely comparable to the semi holy peak and infinitely close to the holy power.Yang Wu couldn't dodge, so he was hit hard behind him. His body was like a broken kite flying.Poof!His blood spilled and his body fell heavily hundreds of feet away. He couldn't afford to be seriously injured."You go out, I'll stop it." the white haired witch said to Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun. She turned into a phantom and swept towards the ancient coffin. Even if she was afraid of death, she would stop the ancient coffin for Yang Wu.Before the white haired witch resisted the ancient coffin, a beautiful shadow had quietly appeared, and a blue palm print angrily photographed the ancient coffin.Bang!The strong ancient coffin was directly patted by the green palm.This is the power of holy power. It's so powerful that even the power of the ancient coffin can't be stopped.However, the ancient coffin was really strange. After it was photographed, it didn't explode or be damaged.Qingfeng frowned and shot again. She wanted to completely crack the ancient coffin.The green palm containing the greatest holy power roared towards the ancient coffin. The golden light broke out in the ancient coffin, and a Sanskrit sound startled from it.Oh!The voice of the Sanskrit is consistent with the voice of the fierce ape guarding outside the crack, but the power gap between the two is very large. The Sanskrit sound of the ancient coffin is as powerful as the Holy Buddha and contains a certain attack power that goes directly to the soul, which is difficult for anyone to stop.There was a fierce collision between the Sanskrit sound and the green palm power, and the Sanskrit sound power was still inferior. The Sanskrit sound was broken, and the holy palm was weak, which could not pose a great threat to the ancient coffin.The ancient coffin didn't retreat. I don't know when it had returned to the Wang dragon marrow liquid. There was a majestic dragon gas released. A terrible dragon shaped war gas rose up and disappeared into the ancient coffin. The terrible holy power rolled around. In addition, a volume of unknown ancient scriptures rose into the sky, and the Sanskrit sound sounded again.Roar!Oh!There was a real dragon roaring and a Sanskrit sound startling. The real dragon turned into a long dragon. The powerful dragon body hit Qingfeng fiercely, and the "" sound hit Qingfeng's forehead.The green phoenix frowned and moved her palms. The two green palms beat out again and again. If a green Luan appeared, she pecked at the real dragon. There were countless feather feathers hanging Sanskrit like a sharp blade. There were different phases in the sky. The holy power was amazing, and the space seemed to burst.Boom boom!No matter how powerful the ancient coffin is, it is not as strong as Qingfeng. After all, it is with the help of the power and can only reluctantly compete with her.There was an evil voice in the ancient coffin: "if you disturb the Buddha's cultivation, you will die."The ancient coffin carrying the general trend of terror hit the Qingfeng in the past. It was like a dragon's head, glittering with gold and infinite power. No one dared to look directly at it."Broken!" Qingfeng didn't say much nonsense. She lifted her spirit and carried her palm to shoot the ancient coffin.Who knows that the ancient coffin is just a bluff. It suddenly changed its direction, rose into the sky and escaped the attack of Qingfeng. The next moment, it has appeared in front of the door of space and escaped from this space.It's too late for Qingfeng to stop.Qingfeng hesitated and said in a charming voice, "you stay here and I'll go out and have a look."She turned into a Luan shadow and quickly chased out.The white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong quickly swept towards Yang Wu's position.Yang Wu has sat up, but his breath is shrinking. He hasn't completely recovered."Dad, are you okay?" Yang Zhenlong worried.Yang Wu shook his head slightly with his eyes distracted. The attack of Sanskrit was not so easy to calm down.He closed his eyes and began to run the Royal soul Heart Sutra to erase the trauma of his soul as soon as possible.Since he became the soul of war, his soul was damaged for the first time. It can be seen how terrible the Sanskrit attack of the other party is.The Royal soul Sutra is worthy of being a sutra for the soul. When it runs, shenting Daohua releases a wisp of spiritual power to wrap the war soul and moisturize and restore the war soul bit by bit.His physical injury is not a big problem. The Taishang jiuxuan formula runs automatically and can recover it slowly.The white haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong didn't leave him until he recovered.An hour later, Yang wucai woke up from his seat. He looked at his companions and said with a smile, "I'm fine. Go and have a look at Longsui liquid and Longsui grass.""Are you really all right?" asked the white haired witch."Well, don't worry, I'm not so fragile." Yang Wu nodded.So he stood up and walked towards the position of the Dragon marrow fluid, followed by others.Dragon marrow liquid is made of Lingquan, keel and dragon Qi. The grade of keel determines the grade of dragon marrow liquid.I'm afraid the level of this Wang dragon marrow liquid is not low, at least it's a semi holy level, or even a real holy level. Otherwise, it's impossible to borrow such a powerful dragon Qi from the ancient coffin.Yang Zhenlong was close to the dragon family. When he saw this Wang dragon marrow liquid, he shouted excitedly: "pure dragon marrow liquid."Yang Wu looked at this Wang Long marrow liquid, which can accommodate at least a dozen people to enter at the same time. It's nothing to say. He said to his companions: "don't worry about going in to soak your body. Wait until I add some ingredients and go in again, or it will hurt us a lot.""It's all up to the Lord." Bai Luoyun said excitedly.If you can get dragon marrow liquid to soak your body, your body will undoubtedly be greatly improved, which will be a great opportunity.The white haired witch has no opinion. She agrees with what Yang Wu does.Yang Zhenlong said, "Dad, I'm not afraid of the spirit of dragon evil."Yang Wu said with a smile, "there are a lot of dragon marrow liquid here, which is useful for the little holy city. You are still in the king's territory and can't bear so much power. I will collect some for you, and give you half to soak your body, and the other half to us.""Roar, dad is the best!" Yang Zhenlong shouted with satisfaction."Well, I'll divide the Dragon marrow liquid first, and then configure some herbs to give full play to the role of the Dragon marrow liquid."
