Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

Meng Qing exerted that ancient pupil technique to the extreme, and everything in this cave mansion that had a little spiritual power was taken into account by the two of them.

At this time, the scene is like a stolen goods sharing meeting!

In the end, the bottom of this cultivation ground almost became a vacuum, and the stone statues and pools around it became replacements!

If it weren't for Meng Qing's desire to completely cut off some treasures, he would even want to take away the underground spirit spring or the spring of the geocentric stone stalactite!

In this regard, Qi Bei also sighed with emotion: "Although you are a little greedy, you still know the proportions, and the person is not bad!"

Meng Qing was quite speechless, counting the loot a little, and then said: "The harvest is acceptable, let's go."

Zibei pouted slightly:

"The harvest is acceptable? It seems that your appetite is not small.

Meng Qing ignored this sentence, looked around, and finally saw a place that looked like a staircase.

He touched there with his aura, and only for a moment, this staircase did not begin to expand, but continued to spread upward, breaking through the soil and allowing the light of the outside world to penetrate in.

The two walked out along the stairs, the outside sky was still gray and dusty, the air was thick and violent, and there was an unsettling aura everywhere.

Not far ahead, the ground often collapses, and mountains are moved horizontally, moving into the distance on the towering ground.

This is the landscape in which the initial order of this small world is constructed, and if people with a bad mentality are here, it is easy to collapse.

"Let's go, the rules of the preliminary round are simple and simple, difficult to say, now we can't determine the way forward, the only way is to move forward." Meng Qingdao.

Qi Bei rubbed in front of him: "Concubine's body and feet hurt, can you use that demi-artifact to fly with me again?" Very romantic!

Meng Qing staggered away, cast his body and walked forward, while his voice floated from afar:

"If you don't want to die, follow."

Half a day later, Meng Qing forgot how many thousands of miles they had walked forward, how many mountains and lakes they had passed.

Zi Bei looked at the large number of charm remains in his palm, and his small face was full of flesh pain.

These are all cherished charms specially used to rush the road, with one less, Meng Qing's speed is too fast, even her spirit beast can't keep up, and can only use the power of the spell to move forward.

They finally stopped.

In front of the two of them was a tall mountain, strange rocks, like a pillar of optimism towering, as if it was about to break through the clouds.

Meng Qing's gaze always lingered on the two large stones.

Qi Bei pulled up the hem of her skirt, her white and slender calves were displayed like this, she gently pounded the joints, but when she noticed that Meng Qing didn't even look at it, she was immediately deflated.

Meng Qing was like a stone, and no matter what method could not impress him.

"You'd better put your skirt down, there are two people over there who are enjoying it." Meng Qing held his hand and said lightly.

Hearing this, Qi Bei immediately lowered the hem of his skirt, and at the same time looked around vigilantly: "Where?" Where are they?

Meng Qing raised his right palm, and two masses of spiritual energy emerged, each towards the front, and at the same time shouted lowly: "Have you seen enough?!" "

Boom!

The moment the aura touched the stone in front of it, the rubble collapsed, and two figures hurriedly got up and exerted their aura to suppress the chaotic stones around them.

"Late Saint Sacrifice Realm brat, you are so daring! Dare to spoil the good deeds of grandfathers, but have you ever thought about the consequences? The two men were dressed plainly white, but there was a cloud of ink in front of their chests, which was a stark contrast.

Qi Bei frowned slightly, and reminded in a low voice:

"This is someone from the Mo Mansion of Dark Prefecture!" He is notorious in the past Baifu League, especially likes to bully the weak.

Meng Qing nodded, and had also focused on the Mo Mansion on the information given by Su Pu, for some warriors of weak forces, this force was no different from a nightmare.

"Talk to you! Dumb, huh? Didn't you just call out very cheerfully? Why can't I call it now? Here, call another one to try! Mo Hua said coldly.

Meng Qing slowly raised his head:

"Are you talking to me? The people who talked to me like this before have died, do you want to follow in their footsteps?

When Mo Hua heard this, he immediately laughed and said to his companion:

"Did you hear what he said?" People who used to talk like this died? Dare to be so crazy in the late stage of a Saint Sacrifice Realm? You haven't met anyone before, have you? "

Talk nonsense with him, just point out, your cultivation is too poor, Lao Tzu killed you are dirty Lao Tzu's hands, take off the clothes of this chick next to you, and then kneel down and kowtow three times, and then cut off an arm, the action is clean and neat, Lao Tzu can spare you." Mo Feng smiled wickedly.

Meng Qing's face was expressionless, he glanced at Qi Bei, and then said, "A high-grade talisman paper, I'll help you solve them."

Zibei was curious: "Aren't these two people?" Why only one?

"Because there is a person who talks very annoyingly, it's a pity that this kind of person doesn't die." Meng Qing said truthfully.

Zibei paid quickly, which is an advanced defensive spell.

The conversation and transaction between the two were all heard by Mo Hua, and they immediately fried: "You kid toasts and doesn't eat and punish wine, right?" Okay, even if you want to do this now, you won't have a chance, boy, today you will die!

Mo Hua made a one-handed move, and a black and white hole emerged, and out of it came a tiger that seemed to be made of black two-color embellishments, with a body of three feet, its two eyes were black and white, exuding the coercion of the beast emperor level.

"This beast... It turned out to be related to that side of the force! In the cave, Xiao Tai exclaimed.

Meng Qing was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"In ancient times, there was a force that used the pen as a combat weapon, the aura as ink, and the heaven and earth as the paper, and drew the dragon and phoenix between the raised hands, and the combat effectiveness was extremely strong.

What's even more terrifying is that the pen of that force warrior can devour the blood of spirit beasts, and once swallowed, it can outline the appearance of the corresponding spirit beasts to fight, which is very strong! Xiaotai explained.

Meng Qing was surprised, there was still such a force? This ability is not exempt from terrifying evil doors!

"Ink Tiger, tear him apart for me, you will be stronger after eating his flesh and blood!" Mo Hua shouted.

The ink tiger rushed forward, jumped forward, and fell like a hill.

Meng Qing stepped out, clenched his fist in his right hand, and swung forward.

On the other side, Mo Feng sneered: "Fool, the horror of the ink tiger is not here, once this kid uses aura, then he will personally experience what it means to face death with his own eyes but can't do anything!" "

In the next second, a sound of bones breaking came out, and immediately after, the heaven and earth in front of it seemed to become a picture scroll, invaded by ink, and more thick spiritual energy was released outward, like a shock wave shaking and spreading!

Mo Hua's face changed drastically in an instant, and the aura that was originally at the peak of the Holy Sacrifice Realm fell rapidly, and it actually reached the level of the middle stage of the Holy Sacrifice Realm!

There were many wrinkles on his face, and he pointed at Meng Qing and said in shock, "You... Did you kill the ink tiger? Meng

Qing pointed a finger, sailed against the water, swallowed all the remains of the ink tiger scattered around, and then took a step forward, the moon blade flew out, and the ink birch body was separated.

All this is a long story, but from the attack of the ink tiger to the killing of ink birch, the whole process is less than twenty breaths!

"It's your turn." Meng Qing looked at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng couldn't help but shiver, took two steps back, sat on the ground with one butt, and said tremblingly: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, as long as you promise not to kill me, I'll tell you a secret, the secret of becoming a pseudo-god!" "