Beast Blood Panlong

Not long after, Mo Tu came to the sky above a field of golden trees and silver flowers, which was exactly where Sanbao met Yang Xue before.

"Tie Shu Yin Hua, it's interesting. Well, yes, there is that boy's aura here!" As a gifted bloodline of Qilin Lion, and a powerful spiritual saint, Mo Tu's abilities are beyond the imagination of ordinary spiritual practitioners.

Yes, he only relied on some of the remaining aura left by Sanbao when he killed Mo Zhi that day to track him all the way. This kind of strength is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

After stopping for a moment beside the Iron Tree Silver Flower, Mo Tu flew away again. Things that were regarded as valuable treasures in San Bao's eyes seemed to be nothing in Mo Tu's eyes.

Of course, maybe Mo Tu was worried about the ancestor of the Mang Yang clan, otherwise even with his spiritual saint body, he would definitely not mind spending some time to take away these Iron Tree Silver Flowers directly.

"Zuyang Valley? That kid actually entered Zuyang Valley!" Outside Zuyang Valley, Mo Tu was really confused this time.

If you can sneak into the Mangyang Mountain without being discovered by the ancestor of the Mangyang tribe, then as long as you enter the Zuyang Valley, you will definitely be discovered by the Mangyang ancestor.

But the target he wanted to track was in Zuyang Valley.

"Forget it, let's just wait outside! If we really want to enter the valley, let alone find that kid, the first one to come out will probably be the old golden sheep! Let alone kill the enemy, I'm afraid I'll still be killed by that old man

The bastards fled in panic!" After thinking over and over again, Mo Tu still didn't dare to enter the valley, so he had to choose a secluded valley to wait.

Mo Tu didn't know that it took him six months to wait.

Six months later, when the three treasures in the golden prison opened their eyes, the pool of water under them had been reduced by half. This may require decades of accumulation by the Mangyang clan, but at this time, the three treasures obviously did not care about this, and

When we came to the vertical exit of the cave, at a glance, we could vaguely see the golden hair floating above.

It was Yang Dao who was stationed at the entrance of the cave.

"You're finally out!"

The moment Sanbao flew out of the top of the mountain, Yang Dao, who was guarding the cave entrance, asked in a deep voice. At this time, Yang Dao's eyes no longer had the contempt of the past, but were replaced by a kind of respect and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Among the Mangyang tribe, only those with extremely high talents are allowed to enter the Golden Prison to practice, and the length of time spent practicing in the Golden Prison directly reflects the talent and potential of the cultivator.

With Yang Dao's understanding of the Golden Prison, he naturally knows what six months means. Even if he is the most powerful cultivation genius of the Mangyang tribe, he only persisted in practicing in the Golden Prison for three months. This is already his time.

If you continue to practice at your limit, you will not improve, but you will explode and die.

Every cultivator's body is limited, and the amount of spiritual power that can be absorbed within a period of time is also limited. It's like a bottle. Once it's full, if you try to put something inside, it will only end up expanding or even bursting.

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This is what happened to San Bao at this moment. Facing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, San Bao of course tried his best to absorb as much of the original power of the metal system as possible.

After persisting for six months, Sanbao finally couldn't hold on any longer, so he flew out of the golden prison.

Compared with six months, the harvest of Sanbao can only be described in one word, that is "full of rice".

In six months, even the Spirit Emperor may not be able to improve his cultivation by one star, let alone Lingxuan, whose strength is more than a hundred times higher than that of the Spirit Emperor. For Lingxuan, even ten years cannot improve his cultivation by one star.

It is also a very common thing.

However, Sanbao directly improved his cultivation level to the late stage of Two-Star Lingxuan in just half a year.

During the six months of hard training in the Golden Prison, the huge original power of the metal system made Sanbao obviously feel that the acupuncture points in the body were easier to touch and control. In half a year, Sanbao discovered and controlled more than a thousand acupuncture points.

In addition to the more than 1,000 acupoints that have been controlled before, the total number of acupoints is nearly 3,000.

In terms of one thousand acupoints being considered as a one-star realm, the Three Treasures are already a real two-star spiritual realm, and are not even far from the three-star spiritual realm.

If combined with the power of the dual inner elixirs, the three treasures at this moment are only one step away from the four-star spiritual Xuan Yang Dao in terms of spiritual power.

And that's not all that surprises Sanbao. During the half-year of hard training in the Golden Prison, the golden bloodline in Sanbao's body was almost completely activated. Not only did the power of the bloodline increase greatly, but the physical body was also greatly enhanced, although there was no breakthrough yet.

He has reached the realm of seventh-level spiritual cultivation, but he has already reached the peak of sixth-level spiritual cultivation, and is only half a step away from seventh-level spiritual cultivation.

His spiritual power has increased by more than one star, his bloodline power has greatly increased, and his physical body has reached the peak of level six strength training. Even the Three Treasures themselves find these gains a bit incredible.

At this moment, Sanbao has absolute self-confidence. As long as he does not encounter the Spirit Saint, he will use his absolute self-protection ability to even deal with ordinary Spirit Mysteries. Of course, top Spirit Mysteries such as Yang Dao are another matter.

Don't talk about it.

"It's out, I can't hold on any longer!"

Looking up at Jinshan below him, Sanbao nodded towards Yang Dao. Although he didn't say anything, anyone could feel the gratitude in his eyes.

"You don't have to thank me. Although you are of the Jinpeng bloodline and I can't kill you, if it weren't for Xue'er, I would never let you go to the Golden Prison. If you really want to show off, you might as well fight me again. I

I can feel that your strength has improved a lot compared to half a year ago..." Yang Dao stood floating, his blond hair unable to move automatically, and his whole body exuded a strong sense of confidence.

"Okay, you won't let me use my bare hands to deal with your long knife, right?" Sanbao nodded and said.

"Um, I'm sorry for my negligence. I originally said that I would keep your things for you, but during your seclusion period, Xueer came several times, but unfortunately she never saw you come out of seclusion. Later, she said that she was afraid that you would leave without saying goodbye, so she sent you away.

She took all her things away and told her to pick them up from her when you get out of seclusion!" Although Yang Dao was majestic and majestic, he seemed to have no energy in front of Yang Xue.

"I see, why did she leave without saying goodbye? I wanted her to take me to see your clan leader!" In the golden prison, Sanbao did not find any information about the Holy Ancestor. Now he can only search for the Holy Ancestor's soul.

His hopes were pinned on Yang Xue's father, the leader of the Mang Yang clan.

Maybe we can get some news about the Holy Ancestor from him, but half a year has passed, and we don’t know if the patriarch who was in seclusion has come out of seclusion.

"Since you have no weapons, let's fight with bare hands. I see that your body is about to reach the seventh level of strength training. Don't let me down. Come on." With Yang Dao's character, it is obvious that he does not and does not want to take advantage of the three treasures.

Cheap, after putting away his long sword, he flew up and waved to Sanbao.

"Don't worry, I won't let you down this time." Sanbao rose into the air, his momentum not weak at all.

Although the two barely managed to "tie" last time, San Bao relied entirely on his speed advantage. If they had to fight hard, San Bao would definitely be defeated within five moves.

But this time it was completely different. In half a year, Yang Dao's strength improvement was almost negligible, but Sanbao's strength had almost doubled. Before the competition, no one knew the strength of the two.

For masters like Yang Dao, it is not easy to meet a suitable opponent, and for Sanbao, Yang Dao is also the best touchstone after his strength greatly increases.

Without too much nonsense, the two peerless geniuses rushed together almost instantly. The two sides went back and forth, fists and kicks exchanged, and it was a head-on situation; the majestic fluctuations of spiritual power almost covered a small half of the sky above Zuyang Valley, even if

Motu, who was far away from Zuyang Valley, also felt an unusual fluctuation.

"There is a Lingxuan fighting, and it is not an ordinary Lingxuan. No, there seems to be the aura of that boy. Haha, that boy must have been hiding in Zuyang Valley for too long, and was finally discovered by the masters of the Mangyang tribe. This time

I’m afraid I don’t need to take action yet…”

Sanbao had no idea that while he was fighting Yang Dao, two pairs of special eyes or spiritual consciousness were paying attention to him.

Except for Lingsheng Motu, who could only sense a hint of aura outside the Zuyang Valley, there was a thin middle-aged man on a peak no more than ten miles away from the Golden Prison, who was also looking at Jin quietly.

direction of prison.

"In just ten years, Yang Dao's strength has increased a lot, but the progress of this boy from the Luo family is terrifying. I remember that when he first came here half a year ago, his strength was only slightly higher than Xue'er, but now he can actually compete with Yang Dao.

The sword can fight head-on without losing any strength. Brother Futu, there is hope for the revival of your Luo family..."

Following a sigh from the middle-aged man and a loud bang in the sky above the Golden Prison, the two figures separated as soon as they touched each other.

"Haha, it's cool. It's so cool. Jin Pengluo, although you lost today, don't be discouraged. After all, I advanced to Lingxuan so many years earlier than you. To be honest, with your talent and cultivation speed, if you have five more

Year, I can't guarantee that I won't be your opponent!" High in the air, Yang Dao looked up to the sky and laughed, then said to Sanbao who was touching a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Yang's strength is indeed remarkable. Luo admires him. If there is a chance in the future, Luo will definitely fight you again!" Although he lost to Yang Dao, Sanbao was not discouraged.

With the strength of Yang Dao's four-star Lingxuan combined with the seventh-level peak power cultivation, plus the blood of the divine beast, even the ordinary peak Lingxuan may not be his opponent. Although he is weaker, he has no chance of fighting back compared to before entering the Golden Prison.

Compared with our own strength, we have made great progress.

Only half a year has passed between this time.

"I'm waiting for the day when Xue'er is at the golden tree and silver flower, go ahead!" Yang Dao returned to the golden mountain again, and then closed his eyes to practice.

"Don't worry, I will just say a few words to Miss Yang and then leave! I think one day, you will be together." Although Yang Dao looked quite calm, how could he not sense a trace of the other person's heart with the thoughts of Sanbao?

Worried, he immediately comforted the other party, which was considered as repayment for the other party's permission to enter the golden prison.