Beast Blood Panlong

Chapter 384 Swallowing Heaven “Thank you!”

Before this, Yang Dao was almost always hostile to San Bao. Even when the two were fighting just now, it was not until San Bao fully expressed his attitude that Yang Dao silently nodded towards San Bao.

"It's nothing, I respect you as a real man!" Sanbao smiled slightly and then flew away into the sky.

"He's not dead yet?"

Outside Mangyang Mountain, Mo Tu suddenly locked eyes on a figure that was flying out of the valley. When he discovered that this person was San Bao, he was greatly surprised.

No one knows better than Mo Tu how much strength it takes to fight out of Zuyang Valley.

"Is it possible that this person has the strength of a spiritual saint? No, it's impossible. His aura cannot exceed the three-star Lingxuan at most, and he definitely can't be a spiritual saint. But how did he escape from that old golden sheep?"

Naturally, Mo Tu could not guess that the previous battle was just a competition between San Bao and Yang Dao. As for the old golden sheep he was talking about, he never showed up, let alone took action.

"Who? You're sneaking around like a rat digging into a mole, and you still won't come out to me?"

As soon as he left Zuyang Valley, Sanbao sensed an unprecedented life-and-death crisis. He immediately stopped and roared downwards.

"Hey, you discovered it!" From the secret place on the mountain below, the white-haired ink figure slowly flew out.

Mo Tu also didn't expect that the other party's Xiao Er Sanxing Lingxuan would be able to discover his traces.

In fact, Sanbao didn't sense the opponent's aura at all, but relied on his innate, or a super strong sense of potential danger, and deliberately let out a loud roar. Unexpectedly, there was someone hiding in the dark.

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"Lingsheng, and he looks like a member of the Mo family!"

Although Mo Tu has white beard and hair, his unique Qilin Lion bloodline makes his appearance very special, with thick eyebrows and a broad face, and a head full of sideburns that stand on end. In fact, most of the great masters of the Mo family have this appearance.

My strength is absolutely invincible, so I can only run away. However, since the opponent is of the Qilin Lion bloodline, his speed must be very terrifying, and I may not be able to escape. It seems that the only way is to return to Zuyang Valley. I hope that I can alert Zuyang by then.

I hope that the eighth-level mango sheep in the valley can help me because of the relationship between Jinpeng and the mango sheep clan.

When Sanbao realized that he could not see through the opponent's cultivation level, he quickly analyzed the situation in his mind.

"Are you from the Mo family?" Sanbao asked when the two were more than a hundred meters apart.

"Did you guess it? Very good, now you ask me a question. If your answer satisfies me, I will even spare your life. Why did you kill my fourth child?" Mo Tu was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect it.

Sanbao reacted so quickly that he guessed his identity right away.

"Your fourth child? Are you talking about Mo Zhi? When I came out of Lanjing that day, he intercepted and killed me on the way. In order to protect myself, I naturally had no choice but to kill him! I hope my seniors will notice clearly," Sanbao can feel that he is

Completely locked into the other party, he said perfunctorily while checking the surrounding situation.

It's just that when Sanbao was checking the situation, the other party was gathering momentum.

"Really? If that's the case, then you just die!" Seeing that Sanbao didn't choose to escape immediately, Mo Tu showed a sly smile, and then Sanbao saw a huge beast shadow appearing in front of him.

Behind Mo Tu.

The beast's shadow is at least ten meters in size, surrounded by black energy. It has a unicorn head, a lion's body, and four huge black hooves like four iron pillars standing out of thin air. It is the phantom of the Mohist bloodline - the unicorn lion.

The coercion emitted by the entire beast shadow was so great that Sanbao instantly felt a cold feeling in his hands and feet. It seemed that all the spiritual power in his body had solidified. What made Sanbao even more desperate was that the beast shadow opened its mouth, and a monstrous wave of

Suction comes from its mouth.

In an instant, Sanbao felt that he had completely lost control, and his whole body flew towards the Kirin Lion's big mouth involuntarily.

The magical power used by Mo Tu was the first innate magical power of the Qilin Lion bloodline - swallowing the sky.

Even if the comprehensive strength of the three treasures is comparable to the peak of Lingxuan, they are completely powerless to resist. What about the Golden Golden Body of Illusion, the Blade of Shattering Sky, Dance of Suzaku, and the Eight Spiritual Shock Techniques? At this moment, the power of Motu’s move

Under the huge "swallowing sky", they completely lost their power.

"Are you going to die like this? No, never! I will never be willing to die like this. Lord Holy Ancestor, if you have a spirit in heaven, please grant me some luck, the light of purple eyes..."

As San Bao shouted loudly in his heart, the pupils in his eyes suddenly turned purple, and then a golden light as thick as a thumb burst out from the purple pupils.

The innate magical power - the light of the purple pupil was actually activated.

However, before the golden light flew less than one meter in front of the Three Treasures, it broke apart, shattered into countless golden lights and disappeared into the air.

During the six months in the Golden Prison, the growth of the Three Treasures in all aspects was even greater than that of the ten years of hard training in other places. Although I have not yet mastered the Purple Eye Light inherited from the Holy Ancestor from Lan Jing, I have already gained a good foundation. At the moment of life and death,

Sanbao almost exploded his whole body's potential, and finally managed to bring it out.

I just didn't expect that it was still not completed and failed.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters...

The huge suction force of the beast's shadow brings Sambo closer and closer to it. Sambo knows that once it is sucked in, his life will come to an end.

"No, I can't die. Is there really no other way but to leave the body?"

The Three Treasures are not completely incapable of escaping. Although the use of Purple Eye Light failed, the Three Treasures still have one trick that can save their own lives, and that is to use the soul out-of-body technique.

However, once this is done, let alone whether the soul body can escape the other party's clutches, even if it is lucky enough to escape and obtain a new body, the three treasures themselves will completely lose their proud natural bloodline.

For San Bao, who is accustomed to his powerful cultivation talent, this is no less than a bolt from the blue.

But in the face of life and death, no matter how painful it is, it can't change the direction of choice - life.

"Mo Tu, you are so brave. You dare to go wild in our Mangyang Mountain. Believe it or not, I will burn down your Tianlan Palace..."

Just when Sanbao was in complete despair, a slightly old but extremely sonorous voice suddenly came. Sanbao felt the suction of the beast's shadow loosen, and then he was knocked thousands of meters away by a huge golden sheep.

This collision force was obviously to save Sanbao from danger. Although he was knocked thousands of meters away, Sanbao did not feel much harm. When Sanbao finally stabilized his body, he realized that

, two huge holy beasts were fighting each other not far away.

In addition to the ink drawing that transformed into the phantom of a unicorn lion, there was also a huge golden sheep that was ten meters long.

Who else could be there besides the eighth-level Mangyang from the Mangyang tribe?

Completely different from ordinary sheep and antelopes, the Golden Sheep is not only huge in size, but its whole body is like a copper wall with a golden light. The two sharp horns on its head and the four fangs in its mouth are almost as big as each one.

The power of the genuine holy weapon was so great that the Three Treasures who were watching the battle from thousands of meters away felt a sense of fear.

"As expected of the Holy Spirit! With my strength, if I were hit by his sharp horn, I would probably die." The power of the battle between the two was so great that almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of peaks below were destroyed.

Everything turned into dust, and after a few breaths, a huge circular pit thousands of meters deep appeared out of thin air.

"Yang Xiao, you'd better stay out of Mangyang Mountain, or I'll make you look good," with a slightly embarrassed shout, the ink map turned into a small black dot and quickly disappeared from Sanbao's sight.

Sanbao could see clearly that although Mo Tu was not as strong as the eighth-level wild sheep whom he called Yang Xiao, it was easy to escape.

One has the bloodline of the Kirin Lion and flies extremely fast, while the other two have a battle of life and death between the Spirit Saints, which is even more difficult than Lingxuan.

Soon, the huge golden sheep in the sky transformed into an ordinary middle-aged man in golden clothes. The middle-aged man looked ordinary and even a little thin, but the three treasures who had seen the previous battle between the two spiritual saints were deeply moved.

You know, how terrifying energy is contained in this seemingly thin middle-aged man.

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life!" When he came to Yang Xiao, Sanbao deliberately lowered his body a little to show respect, and then thanked him with clasped fists.

"Haha, you are lucky. I will just come out of seclusion when you meet me. If I haven't guessed, you should be the grandson of Loubudur, right?"

"Senior knows my Saint Ancestor? How do you know my identity?" Upon hearing that Yang Xiao actually knew the Saint Ancestor, Sanbao was immediately overjoyed.

Speaking of which, the main purpose of Sanbao coming to Mangyang Mountain this time is to find out the news about the soul separation of the Holy Ancestor. Although he did not intend to do so, and his trip to the Golden Prison greatly increased his strength, the news about the soul separation of the Holy Ancestor has a certain meaning.

From a practical point of view, it is even more important than the current surge in strength of the Three Treasures.

Take Mo Tu, who just lost, for example. Although Sanbao's strength has greatly increased, he is not his opponent at all. And once the Saint Ancestor of the Luo family can be resurrected, even if he only has one-tenth of the strength of his heyday, then

The Luo family also has the ability to fight against the Mohist family.

For a top level player, the role of the Holy Spirit is really too great.

As long as there is a spiritual saint, no matter how powerful other forces are, they will not dare to take action rashly, because they must consider that once the hostile spiritual saint escapes, their family and forces will definitely be counterattacked by the other side.

No family can withstand the sneak attack of a spiritual saint.

"Of course, more than a hundred years ago, your Saint Ancestor and I knew each other. I, Yang Xiao, have few people I admire in my life. However, your Grandfather's Saint Ancestor is considered one. Even the Holy Envoys from the Holy Island may not be able to make me

Convinced..." Yang Xiao nodded, and then motioned for Sanbao to enter the valley. The two of them flew towards Zuyang Valley while talking.

Not long after, Sanbao followed Yang Xiao to an extremely simple cave somewhere in the valley.

"Of course I can guess your identity. Although your Luo family still has some bloodline left in the world, those who can absorb half of the golden origin of the Golden Prison in one breath and still come out alive, except Brother Futu's direct line, are the others.

It’s absolutely impossible!”