God Level Demon

A few days later.

Xia Ping returned to the Qiankun School on the Luna, and then went to the North Mingfeng to meet his master, the Northern Saint.

"It turns out that it seems that you have gained a lot in the **** soul continent."

After listening to Xia Ping’s claim that he had happened in the Blood Soul continent, the North Ming saint could not help but nod. He also knew that this time Xia Ping got a lot of soul stones from the Blood Soul continent.

Of course, Xia Ping is still concealing things about the mysterious mystery of the Soul, because this matter is extremely important and cannot be leaked out, otherwise it will be a big disaster.

For the saints, some soul stones are nothing at all, which is good for ordinary cultivators, but it is also the same thing for saints, and it is not good for their own practice.

So even if I know that Xia Ping got a lot of soul stones, the Beiming Saints are too big, just to express their appreciation.

"Master, blood soul mainland secret treasure countless, why no one completely conquer this continent?" Xia Ping curiously asked, even if the soul stone does not have much effect on the saint, but good is also a treasure, there is no reason not to completely conquer .

However, many sects are only sent to monitor, and even the saints have not shot.

"The soul of the soul of blood has left a backhand on this continent. If we are a sage, we will immediately start the transmission of the blood soul continent and send the whole continent away. The universe is so big that it is very difficult to find it. Of course, there are so many reasons behind the saints who have not shot, and you don’t need to know this for the time being."

The Northern Saints did not explain this too much.

"Understand, Master." Xia Ping nodded. Since this is a game between saints, then the small shrimp like him should not be mixed in, otherwise he would not know how to die.

"Yes, Master, there is another very important thing to forget to tell you." Xia Ping remembered another thing. "Before I met a group of killers in the Blood Soul mainland. They claimed to be seven killers. These people are against me. The assassination was carried out."

"As a result, they naturally failed. Instead, they were taken by me. Under the confession of force, they found that there was a behind-the-scenes black hand called the sage of the madman, which seemed to hate me."

Hearing this, the eyes of the Northern Saints showed a hint of coldness: "The sage of the madman? Is the old guy still not dead? I thought he had been hiding for so long, no news, he had been seriously injured and died. Appeared, sending people to kill my apprentice."

He was filled with terrible murderousness, and seemed to crush the sky.

"Master, I was stared at by the saints, and my life was frozen. Can there be some treasures to defend myself?" Xia Ping squinted his eyes and he said his purpose.

In order to deal with the money tyrant, he used a saint symbol, lost a killer on his body, although he also killed the money tyrant, but think about it is still a little loss, so he hopes to make up for it from the North Ming saint .

"You are a little slippery."

The northern sage smiled: "But the sage of the sorcerer wants to kill you. It does have a lot to do with the teacher. After all, he is dead and hate for the teacher. So, the teacher will give you a sage." , enough to withstand the sage's prestige."

"If you are unlucky enough to encounter a sacred sage, you can immediately take it out, and then the teacher can teleport, kill the savage sage instantly, and eliminate the aftermath."

His tone is light and windy, and it seems that killing a saint is as simple as cutting a melon.

After that, a golden symbol immediately fell from the northern sage and fell to Xia Ping.

"Thank you Master."

Xia Ping was overjoyed and immediately took this golden charm. Suddenly he felt his hands sink and felt that this symbol had at least ten tons of weight. Each trace was like a avenue, and heavier than the mountains.

The power of this golden symbol seems to be more powerful than before.

If you used to make this golden symbol on the Barker planet, it is estimated that you can kill the money tyrant in an instant, and let the opponent become gray, and even the screams can't be issued.

With a saint symbol, I believe that even if he is faced with a sage, he does not need to worry about it.

And you can always summon your own master, the North Sage, and it is estimated that if the savage sage dares to shoot him, then it will be enough to let the old man drink a pot.

When I think of it, he suddenly feels beautiful and wants to see the madman who is scared of urine.

"Right, before you said that there is a magic weapon, called a sleepy dragon pile, you can cast an equal field, and push a strong opponent to the same level as yourself. Where is this magic weapon?"

The voice of the Northern Sage is a turn. He knows from Xia Ping’s words that Xia Ping had encountered a group of enemies before. Among them, there were refining treasure practitioners who surpassed one level but could still kill each other.

The means by which it is used is the trapped dragon pile. This magic weapon can refine the enemy's martial arts into the same realm as its own. It is so wonderful that he is very interested in the dragon pile.

"Here, but in the previous battle it has broken." Xia Ping reluctantly said.

Although he used a trapped dragon pile, he killed several refining treasure practitioners, but now that this magic weapon is broken, it means that there is another killer on his body that has disappeared.

With a bang, he took the trapped dragon pile from his body. At this moment, there was a broken state inside the trapped dragon pile, and there were signs of breakage everywhere, apparently losing spirituality.

After all, the sleepy dragon pile is just a treasure trove, and it can't withstand the full destruction of the practitioners of the refining treasure.

"interesting."

The northern sage's eyes reveal a hint of golden light, pierce the void, stare at the trapped dragon pile, scan the gods, and make up the virtual air: "It is a whimsy, I did not expect it to be the magic weapon of the treasure class, but it can be displayed. The power of the field."

"The person who refines this magic weapon is definitely a genius."

He is amazed. It seems to have some feelings.

Thinking of this, then the North Ming saint looked at Xia Ping: "This magic weapon is more or less beneficial to my practice. Maybe it can be bypassed. Can I temporarily watch it for a while?"

"Of course, no problem, the master wants to observe how long it takes to observe how long." Xia Ping said that there is no problem at all. Anyway, the trapped dragon pile has long been damaged. It is not good to stay with him. It will be discarded as garbage afterwards. .

Or swallowed by gold slime.

"Reassure, the master is not an insatiable person." The northern sage smiled slightly. "After waiting for the teacher to observe, you can help refine the same magic weapon."

"Thank you Master."

Xia Ping's eyes suddenly brightened. If the saints shot, they would be able to repair the trapped dragon piles, and maybe after the saint refining, this magic weapon can become more powerful and maybe.

With such advantages, the fool will refuse.

"Well, if there is nothing, then let go."

The northern sage wants to see the trapped dragon pile, and he is always in practice.

"Yes, Master."

Xia Ping immediately retired and no longer bothered.