Beast Blood Panlong

"Can we set off this time?"

Sanbao nodded, deliberately communicated with Xiaodielong for a while, and then pointed to the north: "Over there!"

Not to mention where the Holy Island is, even what the Holy Island is, Sanbao and the two are still ignorant. However, for the sake of a glimmer of hope of survival, Sanbao pointed randomly.

Xue Wufeng didn't doubt it, after all, the lives of the three treasures were in his hands, and finding the Holy Island was their only way to survive.

Snow Eagle has excellent endurance and can fly for more than ten hours. When it encounters an isolated island, it will stop and rest for a while, and then continue to move forward under Sanbao's random instructions.

A few days later, a burst of white fog arose on the sea surface, gradually covering the entire sky over the sea.

Sanbao knows that the Sea of ​​Fog has arrived in the central area of ​​Panlong Sea. Legend has it that the Sea of ​​Fog is a very mysterious place. Once you enter the Sea of ​​Fog, no one can tell the direction. Even if you keep walking in a straight line, maybe one day you will find something.

Back to the same place again.

After entering the fog sea for two days, the group of people had completely lost their bearings. Except for the blue sea surface, the entire world was almost shrouded in fog. Even with a level like Xue Wufeng's, it was difficult to distinguish things.

It was like there was an invisible pressure in the air, making several people feel uneasy. The higher their cultivation level, the more pressure they felt. As a result, Snow Eagle's speed slowed down several times.

Not only that, there seems to be a strange formation of heaven and earth in the sea of ​​fog. It makes people feel that the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest seem to be constantly moving, which is extremely strange.

Xue Wufeng's face slowly became serious, knowing that he had reached the depths of the sea.

At this time, if there is no Little Butterfly Dragon to guide the way, trying to find the Holy Island is just like looking for a needle in a haystack.

A few days later, on the isolated island, Xue Wufeng killed an unknown sixth-level two-horned sea monster and sat down to rest. The horror in his heart was growing day by day.

If you were on the mainland, killing an ordinary sixth-level spirit beast would be almost a piece of cake with your own cultivation. But since entering the Sea of ​​Fog, all the spirit beasts are stronger than the same-level spirit beasts on the mainland.

Several times more.

The spiritual beasts in the fog sea not only have amazing strength, but also have surprisingly high defense. Take the double-horned sea monster that I just killed. Its whole body is like copper skin and iron bones. Even top-grade defensive hard armor is no more

This is the case, and as a few people continue to go deeper, this situation becomes more and more common.

Later, almost every spiritual beast was like this. If their cultivation had not reached Lingxuan, several people would have been devoured by the spiritual beasts in the sea.

No wonder those who entered the Sea of ​​Fog never returned. Now it seems that those who have not reached Lingxuan will die if they enter.

"Boy, ask Xiaodielong, how long does it take to reach the Holy Island? It's been almost ten days since we entered the deep sea?" After resting, Xue Wufeng asked impatiently while packing up the body of the sea monster.

The corpses of these spirit beasts are the best materials for refining treasures and cannot be wasted. Xue Wufeng originally wanted the three treasures to be responsible for these chores, but unfortunately the inner elixir of the three treasures was abolished. For these spirit beasts with copper skin and iron bones, there is no need for them.

Can't cut an inch.

At this time, Xue Wufeng even regretted breaking this boy's inner elixir, otherwise these chores could have been left to him.

Anyway, it is the same to a little spiritual king whether he has inner elixir or not.

"I'm sorry, Xiaodielong said he was a little dizzy. Why don't you rest for two days?" Sanbao's sudden change of attitude shocked Xue Wufeng.

"You, what do you want to do? Do you want to seek death?" Xue Wufeng asked coldly.

"I don't want to do anything. I've seen it these days. Every spiritual beast here is surprisingly strong, and it may be even more powerful on the Holy Island. Even if you let me go, I still can't survive." Sanbao was lukewarm.

said.

"Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?" Xue Wufeng stood up slowly, and the murderous aura almost instantly suppressed Sanbao's breath.

"Of course you dare, but it won't do you any good. With all due respect, if you kill me, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get out of this sea of ​​fog." Sanbao looked confident, which made Xue Wufeng vaguely guess what was going on.

.

Could it be that we are close to the Holy Island, otherwise this kid might not dare to be so arrogant.

"Okay, tell me, what do you want?" Xue Wufeng was still defeated.

"Give me the blood titanium bow. I also want to learn a fire-based spiritual skill above the intermediate level. Don't tell me you don't have it~" If Sanbao doesn't say anything, he will be cruel.

"Can!"

Xue Wufeng unexpectedly agreed, but his looming murderous intent could not be hidden from Sanbao's perception.

It is estimated that when the Holy Island is found, it will be the time of his death. As for the poisonous oath made by the other party, Sanbao knows it very well. I am afraid it will have no effect on people like Xue Wufeng.

The only thing he has to do now is to escape from the opponent's control before finding the Holy Island. There is no doubt that this is an extremely difficult task, but it is also his only chance to survive.

Fortunately, the Holy Island is certainly not easy to find, so I still have a chance.

What Sanbao is looking forward to most now is that a seventh-level mysterious beast suddenly appears in the fog sea, and then both Xue Wufeng and Xue Wufeng are injured, so that he can take the opportunity to escape.

Soon, Sanbao not only took back the blood titanium bow, but also obtained a local intermediate spiritual skill - Lihuo Sword Technique.

Although the Three Treasures are now unable to practice due to the complete loss of their cultivation, it does not prevent the Three Treasures from remembering it in their hearts and comprehending it. Sometimes they even ask Xue Wufeng for advice on the mysteries involved.

Xue Wufeng is refreshing, and he always answers all questions.

This made Sanbao even more worried. The more Xue Wufeng behaved, the greater the murderous intention in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the snow eagle hovered in the sea of ​​fog for more than ten days. Although there were more and more spiritual beasts and the fog became heavier and heavier, there was still no trace of the Holy Island.

What makes Sanbao slightly disappointed is that although there are sixth-order spiritual beasts in the sky and on the earth, there are no seventh-order spiritual beasts.

It seems that in the Sea of ​​Fog, just like the mainland, spiritual beasts that reach level seven or above are very rare and extremely rare.

As the days passed, Xue Wufeng's temper grew stronger and stronger. On this day, she could no longer bear it.

"Good boy, are you kidding me? I feel like I've been wandering around here for a few days. Please ask me quickly, where is the Holy Island?"

"Xiaodielong was also brought out by that giant dragon. He only remembered that it was probably in this sea area, but he didn't know exactly where it was!" Naturally, Sanbao made it up again.

However, as Xue Wufeng's face gradually became gloomy, Sanbao knew that if he could not find the Holy Island again, he would inevitably die.

"Xiaodie, I think we only have a few good days left, and this guy is about to get angry," Sambo communicated with Xiaodielong in his spare time.

"Brother Bao, are you sure you really want to take him to the Holy Island?" Xiaodielong asked.

"In order to survive, this is the only choice. But the sea is so vast, how do I know where the Holy Island is?" Sanbao smiled bitterly.

"Brother Bao, maybe I know where the Holy Island is," Xiaodielong suddenly said with great seriousness.

"Okay, Xiaodie, don't be ridiculous. You have been following me since you were born in the Bear King Mountain Range. How could you possibly know where the Holy Island is!" Sanbao naturally didn't believe it.

"But you forgot, I am a heritage spirit beast. I have been feeling uneasy these past few days. Later, I felt like there was a force calling me in the distance. I guessed that it might be the direction of the Holy Island."

"real?"

"I'm just guessing. I'm not sure whether it's true or not~" Xiaodielong replied.

"Okay, then let's not be in a hurry. When Xue Wufeng is about to kill him, we will tell him that he will walk around a few times in the past few days. If we are lucky enough to encounter a seventh-level spiritual beast, we will have hope.

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On this day, a few people were resting on a bare desert island covered with rocks. Sanbao had nothing else to do and started practicing stone carving on the rocks.

This was how I got here when I couldn't cultivate my spiritual power, so I was quite familiar with it.

It's just that the understanding of stone carvings is as different as clouds and mud compared to that time.

"The head of a leopard, the body of an eagle, and the whole body is completely black..."

After a while, a leopard-headed sea eagle that often appeared in front of San Bao appeared vividly in front of San Bao. Even Xue Wufeng on the side had to secretly admire that this boy painted a good painting.

Leopard eagles seemed to be the dominant ones in the air in the nearby sea area. Xue Wufeng had killed at least ten of them, and the lowest level ones were all fifth level, and most of them were sixth level ferocious beasts.

An ordinary Ling Emperor would have been torn apart by them long ago. Fortunately, Xue Wufeng's skill reached Lingxuan, and he was able to stabilize one end.

"Click, click"

The snow eagle standing on the top of a reef not far away suddenly made an alarm sound. Needless to say, the damn leopard eagle came again.

Feng's already irritable mood was even more troubled.

"Hey, it's weird, it seems like only one came this time."

Sanbao also saw clearly that a huge black shadow in the distance was slowly approaching the island. However, Xue Wufeng's expression did not relax because of this, but instead became extremely solemn.

Soon a huge leopard-headed eagle with a size of more than ten meters circled and landed on a reef peak. Its dark eagle eyes scanned the four people on the island one by one (spiritual beasts are also counted as a population, haha.), and finally settled on

On Xue Wufeng's body.

The moment he was swept by it, Sanbao staggered and fell to the ground. He felt weak all over his body. When he fell to the ground, a secret joy rose in Sanbao's heart.

Seventh-level spiritual beast, you are finally here.

Quietly calling Xiaodielong, the two of them slowly hid in the distance until they were thousands of meters away from Xuewufeng. Only then did Sanbao hide behind a reef peak and reveal his head.

I have already seen the power of the powerful Lingxuan man. Within a radius of a thousand meters, the spiritual power aura is so violent that it is simply not something that a useless person like myself can bear.

Xue Wufeng slowly rose from the ground, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and a cyan Changge in his hand.