Invincible Conqueror

Seeing Huang Xiaolong’s intention has been decided, Yang Jing is no longer persuaded, secretly shaking his head, he really can't think of what Huang Xiaolong thinks. In his view, Huang Xiaolong was “abandoned” by the veterans, and he was disheartened, so he chose himself. The deserted mountains of the poor mountains and waters.

Otherwise, who would be stupid enough to leave the Bagun Mountain Range with the Holy Spirit Peak, but chose the Wild Mountain?

Later, Huang Xiaolong moved out of the palace that is now temporarily occupied, then led by Yang Jing, and took a spaceship to the Wild Mountain.

The Wilderness Mountains are far away and are located in the northernmost part of the Sanmen headquarters.

Even if it is a spaceship, it will take four or five days to arrive.

The spacecraft travels to the Barren Mountains at an extremely fast speed.

In the spaceship, Huang Xiaolong stood in front of the jade mirror in the ship, quietly watching another mountain below, only to see the mountain below the aura.

Previously, when the spacecraft of the Tianniu Lizhou branch and the cuckoo came to the headquarters of the Holy Gate, Huang Xiaolong also saw countless Lingshan on the road, but these Lingshan and the Holy Gate headquarters are far worse than the Lingshan.

Even the most apocalyptic Lingshan at the headquarters of the Holy Gate is much better than the most powerful Lingshan seen on the road.

One day later, when passing through an area, I saw the aura in front of the mountain condensed into the sea, and tumbling like the sea. In these tossing auras, even the spirits like the elves are swimming.

Moreover, there is a faint glimpse of Jinrui.

This is the spirit of the Holy Spirit!

This holy spirit will appear only when there are a large number of heaven and earth spirits with the spirit of the Holy Spirit in the materials used in the palace.

"These mountain palaces are made by the holy sons of our holy gates." Yang Jing explained to Huang Xiaolong on the side.

Huang Xiaolong nodded.

He had just thought that in the Holy Gate, only the Son had such rich financial resources to build such a palace.

"The Holy Alliance Peak is the Highness of the Emperor Jiang Tian." Yang Jingyi refers to one of the most powerful spiritual peaks in front of the Holy Spirit.

This spiritual peak, the rich aura of the Holy Spirit, far exceeds the spiritual peaks of other saints around, and is above the peaks of the surrounding, just like the peak of the audience.

It is like Jiang Tian sitting there, worshipped by the Sons.

This is the head of the Son, the honor and status of the first person of the younger generation of the Holy Gate!

However, Huang Xiaolong knows that this holy alliance peak is not the unique property of Jiang Tian, ​​but the chief saint of the holy gate. That is to say, whoever is the chief saint of the holy gate, then who is the sacred summit.

Before, the Saint Mengfeng was not called Shengmeng Peak, but it was renamed Shengmeng Peak after Jiang Tian moved in.

Huang Xiaolong refers to the Shengmeng Peak: "In the millennium, I will move into the Shengmeng Peak!"

Yang’s view was a glimpse, and he smiled. He just said that Huang Xiaolong had a joke.

It is easy to move into the sacred summit and become the chief sage of the sacred alliance!

Unless Huang Xiaolong can beat Jiang Tian when he arrives!

Jiang Tian, ​​the chief son of Zhuo Yuan's holy gate, is unpredictable. Even the general hall of the semi-sacred realm of Yang Yang is not Jiang Tian's opponent, let alone Huang Xiaolong?

Semi-sacred, strength is also divided into high and low.

With Huang Xiaolong talent, I am afraid that after half a year, I will reach the semi-sanctification?

After 100 million years, Jiang Tian should have already won the sacred life, breaking through the semi-sacred situation and achieving the saint.

The gap between Huang Xiaolong and Jiang Tian will be farther and farther.

Thinking of Huang Xiaolong's battle with the sacred platform of Huang Zhouping after more than a year, Yang Jing is shaking his head again.

Five days later, Huang Xiaolong finally came to the Wild Mountain.

As soon as I came to the deserted mountains and looked at the deserted mountains where the aura was so thin, everyone had a sense of absurdity, as if walking into the backcountry.

Indeed, compared with the spiritual peak of the Holy Gate headquarters seen on the road ahead, the many peaks of this wild mountain can not be called the Lingfeng, just like the weedy wild mountains.

There are thousands of peaks in the Wild Mountain, but among the thousands of peaks, there are almost no decent **** trees, and there are few decent elixes.

The Wasteland Mountain Range is so ridiculous that it has become the abandoned place of the Holy Gate. Even the ordinary inner disciples of the Holy Gate are not willing to choose the palace here.

Looking at the wild mountain range in front of him, Yang Jing secretly sighed, then took out a space artifact and said: "Huang Xiaolong, the holy son of the Holy Son, these things, I accidentally get it, you need to build a palace in the cave, I will use it, it is useless. If the Yellow Emperor’s Highness is not abandoned, you will accept it.”

Somehow, he suddenly pity for this new Son.

Huang Xiaolong took over the space artifact, only to see that it was full of fine iron ore, Lingyu and Lingzhi Lingcao Lingshu, all used in the construction of Dongfu, and there are even a few supernatural chaotic spirits.

Huang Xiaolong thought for a moment, did not refuse, and accepted it. Although he had the best chaotic Lingshi, it would take time and effort to purchase these fine iron ore.

Huang Xiaolong smiled at Yang Jing: "That would thank the main hall of Yang Jing. After the battle of the Holy Taiwan, I would like to invite the Lord Yang to drink!"

Yang Jingyi stunned and smiled: "That's good!"

After a while, Yang Jing asked Huang Xiaolong what else he needed. After confirming that Huang Xiaolong had no instructions, he left.

"The main hall of the Yangjing main hall is very good." After Yang Jing left, Zhang Wenyue came to Huang Xiaolong and said.

Huang Xiaolong nodded.

This Yang scenery is worthy of deep friendship.

Looking at the space artifact in his hand, he is a human condition that inherits Yang Jing.

"Well, we have to start work, we have to hurry, or we have to sleep on the floor tonight." Immediately, Huang Xiaolong jokes to Zhang Wenyue.

It is noon now, it is dark from the sky, only a few hours.

"Wenyue, what do you think we should build?" Huang Xiaolong asked Zhang Wenyue.

There are thousands of peaks in the Wild Mountain, and they naturally cannot develop one by one. They can only choose one to develop first.

"That's the place." Zhang Wenyue looked at it, and then pointed to the appearance of a strange and somewhat lovely Lingfeng.

Huang Xiaolong nodded and smiled: "Okay, then that one!"

That Lingfeng is just the spiritual peak of the treasure left by Wan Zhuoyuan!

Immediately, Huang Xiaolong took Zhang Wenyue to the top of Lingfeng, and then he condensed into a knife, and cut it down. After a few times, he divided the top of Lingfeng and divided several small areas.

Then, Huang Xiaolong took out the fine iron ore and Lingyu in the Yangjing space artifact, and his hands continued to wave. These fine iron ore and Lingyu flew out in order, then piled together, connected and connected quickly. Become a palace.

Half a day later, a few simple palaces were built. Huang Xiaolong took out the Lingshu Linghua in the Yangjing space artifact. With a wave of hand, the Lingshu Linghua was patchwork and filled with some open space in the palace.

"Well, just right, we don't have to sleep on the floor tonight." Huang Xiaolong clap his hands and smile.