Dragon Soul Pill Emperor

Dragon Cave Underground Palace.

Lin Hao was watching leisurely.

There was a big fight as soon as I came in, and there was no time to check it carefully.

Now that I am free, I finally have time to take a closer look.

Looking around, I saw a total of nine passages connected to this underground palace.

The blood evil spirit is converging here along the nine passages.

Obviously, this is a palace of evil acupoints.

Apart from this, there is no other special place.

Lin Hao made a quick turn, and finally stopped in front of the scattered pile of keel bones.

When I first came in, I hurriedly glanced at it. The dragon bones ran across the entire underground palace. It should be a 300-meter-long burial place of a true dragon.

For the dragons, the body length of 300 meters can only be regarded as a young age.

Adult real dragons are directly proportional to ascending in body length and strength.

Lin Hao in his previous life had seen a ninth-order real dragon.

Breathing the wind and calling the rain, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, are all a piece of cake.

The one-hundred-meter dragon that Lin Hao condensed with the power of the dragon soul was just a dragon compared to humans.

In the eyes of Demonic Beasts above Tier 5, it can't be called a giant dragon at all, but a dragon at best.

At this moment, Lin Hao was standing in front of the dragon head skeleton.

Walking along the dragon's head slowly, most of the dragon's bones could not resist the erosion of the years, their spirituality was lost, and they turned into powder at the touch of it.

"Dammit, that old guy really doesn't know what shit luck is!" Lin Hao walked all the way, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

In contrast, that Li Dongxuan's luck is also good!

Holding a dragon bone at hand, it was able to withstand his dragon soul attack.

Lin Hao was unwilling to give up, and continued to move forward.

When he reached 100 meters, he finally saw a rusty scabbard among the scattered keel bones.

"This is." A touch of excitement appeared on Lin Hao's face, and he hurriedly pulled away the surrounding keel.

After a while, a long sword with a sheath appeared in his hand.

"Hahaha" Lin Hao couldn't help laughing up to the sky.

How do you say this feeling?

It was like picking up tatters, and suddenly a plastic bottle was found in a pile of waste paper.

Even though the scabbard was a little rusty, Lin Hao still felt a quaint air rushing toward his face.

After Chi Yan was broken, she just lacked a sword to use, what she really wanted!

Lin Hao was full of excitement, holding the rusty scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other.

Cang! ! !

With a sword chant, the sharp blade came out of its sheath.

In the next second, Lin Hao was stupid.

"Broken sword?"

"How is Broken Sword?"

Looking at the broken sword that was only two feet in front of him, three black lines appeared on Lin Hao's forehead, which was depressed in his heart.

At this time, several familiar breaths came from a passage.

Lin Hao put the broken sword into the scabbard, then turned sideways slightly, looking towards one of the dragon cave passages.

After a while, a Cheng Liang bald head rushed out of it first.

Lin Hao smiled knowingly, it was the killing monk.

Then Tongmao and Fan Tiance also fell into the underground palace, followed by Fan Yipei after the break.

A group of four people stood side by side, and the moment they saw Lin Hao, they couldn't help being startled.

Immediately, the four people noticed the sword in Lin Hao's hand.

"City Lord Lin, what treasure did you get when you came down so early?" Fan Yipei Yin & Yang said strangely.

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit heavy.

Fan Tiance looked at Lin Hao with an apologetic expression, and explained: "City Lord Lin is not the case, my Little Brother is not malicious!"

However, Lin Hao just smiled indifferently, not angry.

"Just picked up a peerless sword, take it!" Lin Hao stretched out his hand and flicked it, acting very grandiosely, and the broken sword he just picked up instantly flew out of his hand.

call out!

Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, even the sword with a sheath flew straight to Fan Yipei.

Upon seeing this, Fan Yipei couldn't help being a little surprised.

Raising his hand gently, he grabbed the scabbard in his hand.

"City Lord Lin is magnificent, but Fan doesn't."

Fan Yipei said with a smile, his face suddenly changed slightly.

"This simple breath is" Fan Yipei stared at the rust on the scabbard, his smile completely solidified.

Damn it!

The shit peerless sword, turned out to be bronze, green and rusty!

Although the scabbard was a bit ugly, Fan Yipei still had a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

Immediately, under the gaze of Tongmao's trio, he slowly pulled out a two-foot broken sword!

"!!!"

In an instant, all four of them were full of black lines, speechless.

Fan Yipei, in particular, was even more pale, like pig liver, feeling like he was being tricked.

"Qiang!" Fan Yipei put the broken sword into the scabbard, and suddenly threw it to Lin Hao.

Lin Hao raised his hand to catch it, and asked with a smile, "No more?"

Fan Yipei squeezed out a smile, "The peerless sword in City Master Lin's mouth is really extraordinary. I really dare not take what he loves. Keep it for yourself!"

"Well, you don't want it yourself!" Lin Hao shook his head and laughed, then turned to look at the scattered keel again.

When the four of them saw this, they walked over curiously, inspecting the keel while looking at the underground palace.

Unfortunately, the three-hundred-meter keel had nothing to gain except for a broken sword.

Lin Hao sighed softly, feeling a little disappointed. He casually sat in a lotus position in an open space.

Grandma Tong said suddenly: "There are traces of battle everywhere here, you and You Ming."

She wanted to talk about Netherworld Profound Fire, but suddenly realized that other people didn't know about Netherworld Profound Fire.

For unnecessary trouble, I skipped the word ‘Xuanhuo’, "Have you fought with Netherworld?"

"And Li Dongxuan!" Lin Hao said casually.

"Where are they?" Tongma frowned.

Lin Hao shrugged and said helplessly, "Let him run away again!"

When the words fell, Fan Yipei and Fan Tiance couldn't help being a little shocked.

"What? You fought Li Dongxuan and beat him away?" Fan Tiance said.

Lin Hao smiled, "Whether you believe it or not, this is the case!"

Fan Yipei stared at Lin Hao, frowning involuntarily.

Li Dongxuan is a veteran King Realm, and now the King Realm Sixth Stage is still very strong.

He is now at the pinnacle of the Yuan Dan. Even if he uses the Magneto Sacred Mountain, he is not sure to defeat Li Dongxuan in the Sixth Stage of the King Realm.

Just when he was thinking about it, the killing monk suddenly said: "This place doesn't look like a real dragon left behind!"

Grandma Tong, who was looking at the keel, also got up and agreed, "Yes, judging from the keel, the dragon is only 300 meters long, and it's only one meter thick at most!"

Fan Tiance nodded lightly, "I think so too!"

Hearing what several people said, Lin Hao's pupils shrank slightly, and then he closed his eyes.

Recalling the intricate passage when I came back, a little bit of subtle difference flashed in my mind one by one.

After a while, Lin Hao slowly opened his eyes and suddenly said, "So, it's no wonder that the position of the dragon veins is always fluctuating!"

Grandma Tong stepped forward and asked: "Boy, what did you think of?"

"Nine-Dragon-Cave!" Lin Hao slowly spit out three words.

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