Dragon-Marked War God

"Amok Khan, the name of my ink ark, is it you can call? Is it out of the house, there is no rule?"

The white robe man said indifferently.

The black-and-blooded man with his shirtless upper body is naturally Amok Khan.

"Ark of the Ark, don't forget, I am a disciple of the Chen family who was hand-picked by the nine elders. He is a pro-disciple. Even if you are, you have not pressed me?"

Amo Khan is obviously not very cold with respect to the ink side of the boat, and he is not very respectful, because this guy is really deceiving too much. In the past, when he was in the Mohist family, he did not despise.

"Hey? The surname, even dare to be crazy in front of my ink ark? Is it a nine-elder, don't say that you waste, even if the nine elders are really here, can he help me? An elder The guy at the end of the court, dare to scream with me? If this is in the Mohist, I have already let you die a hundred times."

The white robe man said coldly.

"If you were not born in Mohist, you have already died a hundred times."

Amo Khan said quietly.

"Enough, this time, our Mohist is not here to be a shame."

The white-faced man said with a voice, the same hand is a folding fan, the temperament is three points better than the white robe man. If Jiang Chen is here, I will be able to recognize that this person is a person who had cooperated in the curtain of the gods, Mo Lingdongchen!

Inkling Dongchen snorted, and the ink side of the boat and the Amoike Khan, all of them were cold and screamed into silence. After all, Mo Lingdong Chen was the leader of this time, entering this Wangdi Mountain, his order was The highest command.

The ink side of the boat looked at the eyes of Mo Ling Dong Chen, with a touch of color, staring coldly at Mo Ling Dong Chen, the eyes of the deep, but not enough for outsiders.

Amo Kehan ​​is also very much listening to the words of Mo Ling Dongchen. After all, when he was in the tomb of the gods, the strength of Mo Ling Dongchen won the respect of Amo Kehan. In the Mohist family, Amok Khan was also enshrined by Mo Lingdongchen. Take care, so he has always been very respectful to Mo Lingdong Chen.

The three people marched for hundreds of miles, and there were no traces of wild beasts. Many beasts were also turned into dead bones.

However, at this moment, Amo Kehan ​​was kicked on a piece of wood, dark wood, almost stumbled over Mo Lingdong Chen, because he really did not care, look at the seemingly sturdy ancient wood stone, have become Powder, and this dead wood, is extremely hard, not even any damage, and it looks extremely strange.

"What is this broken wood?"

Amo Khan frowned and said, his face was gloomy, he had just been angry with the ink side of the boat, and now he is kicking on a broken piece of wood. How can he not be angry? Even the wood is right with him.

"and many more"

Mo Ling Dong Chen said, the face of the dignified color.

"Whether it is ancient wood or rock, birds or beasts, it has been turned into ashes. Why is this log, but it is not damaged at all? It is only being burnt and black."

The words of Mo Ling Dongchen, let Amo Khan and the ink side of the Ark are the spirit of a shock, right, this piece does not know whether it is a fire or a lightning strike, it is completely absurd, how could there be such a tough wood What?

Mo Ling Dongchen knows that this ancient wood is not simple, at least now he does not know what it is, but it must not be anything.

"Isn't this a year of agarwood?"

The ink side of the boat said, cautious.

Mo Ling Dongchen did not speak, but carefully observed the dark wood as ink, there are eight invisible ring lines on it, it looks extremely strange.

"It is indeed a thousand years of agarwood, and it is a lightning strike agarwood, extremely rare, lightning strikes, and after eight lightning strikes, it has not been destroyed, enough to show that this lightning strikes agarwood, is a real baby, and even More than 100,000 years, the older the agarwood, the higher the value, and the more the lightning strikes the incense wood."

The words of Mo Ling Dong Chen made the ink boat and Amo Khan both calm and breathe.

"Then, is this agarwood, how valuable is it?"

Amok Khan whispered.

"Let's say, Wanjin does not change, even the 10,000-strong **** stone, can not shake his value. What's more, this is still an agarwood that has experienced eight lightning strikes."

Mo Ling Dong Chen looked serious and was also holding his breath.

Ink Lingdong took a breath of cold air, the value of this lightning strike agarwood, can not be measured by money.

"It is enough to make the Emperor move. Because this lightning strikes the incense wood, it can arrange the array method, and it can refine the magical medicine. Even the legendary gods may not have seen a few magical drugs."

In the words of Mo Ling Dongchen, let Amo Khan and the ink side of the boat are all licking the lips of the dry, so it seems that they entered this Mount Wang this time, it is the real baby, this lightning hits the incense wood, saying yes It’s no exaggeration to refine the world’s rare treasures. It’s been heard that I have never seen it. Even if the Mohist family is so strong, I have never heard of a **** drug.

"That is this lightning strike agarwood?"

The ink side of the boat said quietly.

"Three points are one, if you give it to the family, at most you will receive some rewards, and it is absolutely impossible to match the value of this lightning bark."

Mo Ling Dong Chen said faintly, suppressing the shock and excitement of the heart, this lightning hit the incense wood, let Amo Khan and the ink side of the boat, but also completely red eyes.

"it is good!"

This time, the ink-boats and Amo Khan, who have always had disagreements, are also surprisingly standing on the same front.

A total of ten meters of lightning strikes the incense wood, the three can be divided into three meters long, the ink side of the boat can not wait.

Ink Ling Dongchen took out the gods in his hand and squatted on the lightning scented wood, but it was painless and inconclusive. He even left a shallow trace of the naked eye, and could not cut the lightning bark.

"It is rumored that Agarwood can only be disconnected with three fires. Is it true?"

Ink Lingdong's face was ugly and shocked.

"I don't believe it."

Ink’s eyes were slightly stunned, and it was also taken out of the hands of the gods, and the slashing of the scented hibiscus to the feet. As a result, it was still the case.

"How could this be?"

Amo Khan also felt incredible, just at this moment, a sneer, appeared behind the three of them.

"Three nerds, lightning strikes agarwood, are you able to get involved?" Hey."

The three of them suddenly looked back, a thin, skinny, cold-skinned young man, smiling with a smile, deep eyes, like a bottomless pit, giving a mysterious feeling, his hand, holding a cane It is like an old man with a ruin, but his age is indeed a real young man.