Master of Beasts

Among the mountains and ravines, there is a desolate atmosphere, and there is a quiet, many emperor-level spirit beasts, from time to time, flitting across the sky, casting shadows of various sizes into the pool below.

However, all the spirit beasts that passed by, when they were more than a hundred feet above the pool, avoided them from a distance, as if they were afraid of bumping into something.

"This sixth-rank peak-mountain array looks a bit like it. It's easy to hide from the emperor-level spirit beast, and its hardness is no less than the body of the first-order throne-level spirit beast." Ji Yan caressed the looming mountain peak ,self-mumbling.

Of course, in his eyes, the rather illusory mountain, in the eyes of spirit beasts and others, it is extremely solid, as if it is real.

This formation was not made by him, but a sixth-rank formation mage invited by Heiguya at a high price.

In the pool below.

A vortex of turbulent colors rotates at high speed. In the center of the vortex, Henry Zhang's eyes are slightly closed, and he stands with his hands behind his back. The expression on his face is extremely peaceful.

The swirling pool of water frantically poured into his body, and all the surging energy in it was absorbed by the strange tree and passed to the fruits transformed by the spiritual gate.

Around those fruits, light slowly floated.

If there is a strong person again, he will be shocked to find that those dots of light are actually the embryonic form of the throne's origin. It is really shocking to hear that a ninth-level spirit emperor can withstand such a large amount of energy.

With his eyes tightly closed, Henry Zhang's brows sometimes frowned and sometimes loosened. Looking at it, it seemed that it was not easy. Only he knew how painful he was at this time.

"This process will take at least three years." Ji Yan looked down, his eyes flickering slightly, the condensing of the throne's origin is the most troublesome thing for the spirit king powerhouse, some throne-level spirit beasts, in order to condense a throne's origin, It will take decades to say the least.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many spirit kings stuck at a certain level for life, unable to advance an inch.

Three years seems to be a long time, so as long as Henry Zhang can condense the origin of the throne, it will definitely not be a disadvantage, and I don't know how many strong people there are, and I can't wait to exchange with him.

"Take advantage of this time to get a sense of the formations. I finally got a hundred formations. I can't just waste it like this. If the soul power rises to a level, I don't know how many formation masters I will be envious of."

Ji Yan happily flipped through the hundred formations. His pursuit of strength was far less than his desire for formations. As long as he had the hundred formations in his hand, he would be able to comprehend crazily without eating or drinking.

Three years passed quietly.

However, compared with the tranquility here, the Black Grotto Cliff, which is hundreds of thousands of miles away, is not so peaceful. It descended in a menacing manner, and as soon as it appeared, the lion opened its mouth to demand compensation of millions of spiritual jade.

For the debt owed by Yao Suo's lineage, Heiguya was naturally unwilling to settle the debt, so the furious Gumen strongman declared war on the spot.

This battle lasted for three years.

"boom!"

The space above the Black Grotto Cliff suddenly shattered, a black bone skeleton lingering in black air, and a huge ghost bone butterfly with outstretched wings collided firmly, and the nearby space within a radius of ten thousand feet collapsed directly. , bursting out a series of dark cracks.

"A collision between throne-level spirit beasts!"

All the strong men who passed by the Black Grotto Cliff were all scalp-numbing detours. Although there were many Throne-level spirit beasts in the Ghost Nether Realm, they still seldom appeared.

If an ordinary spirit emperor gets involved in such an existential collision, he will definitely die tragically on the spot.

"Yao Qinglin, even the poison of Jiuyou Hanyuan Jiao didn't kill you, your life is really harder than a stone." The old man who stepped on the ghost bone butterfly said indifferently.

Dong Yao, the Supreme Elder of the Gumen, is also the only Spirit King powerhouse of the Gumen.

"You are not dead, how could I take a step first." Yao Qinglin sneered, looking down, the strong man of the bone gate and the Linghuang of the Black Grotto Cliff were fighting mercilessly.

The sound of spiritual explosion,

The roar and roar sounded one after another.

"If it weren't for the help of the Qingyemen, your Black Cave Cliff would have been leveled down by our Gumen long ago, so there is no time for you to be arrogant." A icy coldness flashed across Dong Yao's eyes.

The sect master of Qingyemen, named Yang Ye, is a student of Qingming Lingyuan. After graduation, he stayed near the Lingyuan to develop and formed a not weak Qingyemen.

Moreover, I don't know what kind of shit luck that Yang Ye had. After staying in a Jedi for three days, he actually reached the sky in one step and broke through to the ninth-level Linghuang.

Since then, Qingyemen has developed rapidly, attracting many high-ranking spirit emperors to join in. They were able to confront some old-fashioned forces faintly, and immediately rushed to the ghost gate immediately after the war broke out in the Black Grotto Cliff and Bone Gate. Underworld, support Black Grotto Cliff.

"I can't help it, who gave me a good grandson." Yao Qinglin grinned: "Your grandson seems to be called Dongmu. I heard that after he was abolished, he died in a lawless zone. I don't know. Is it true or false?"

"Yao Qinglin, you want to die." Dong Qiao's eyes turned cold, Dong Mu's death was his eternal pain.

During that time, he happened to be in seclusion, and as a result, his most beloved grandson died in a lawless place so unclearly. Since then, he has firmly remembered Henry Zhang's name in his heart.

The person who beheaded Dong Mu was none other than Henry Zhang!

"Can you kill me?" Yao Qinglin laughed.

"Yao Qinglin, it's too early for you to be complacent." The corners of Dongyu's mouth curled up with a gloomy arc: "I'm not afraid to tell you, my son Dongling will break through to the Spirit King in no time. If there are no accidents, it will be today. At that time, the Green Leaf Gate of your precious grandson will be swept away, and your Black Cave Cliff will be no exception."

"What?"

Yao Qinglin's complexion changed suddenly, the eyes of Yao You and the others below trembled wildly, Dong Ling, the current sect master of the Bone Gate, will soon become the Spirit King?

"boom!"

A brilliant black beam of light lifted into the sky from a distant place, Yao Qinglin's face was stiff, while Yao You and the others were breathing stagnant, with deep despair emerging in their hearts.

Someone has become a spirit king.

That person can only be Tang Ling!

"Haha!" Looking at the shocking faces of Yao Qinglin and others, Dong Hao laughed loudly: "Yao Qinglin, I want to see what you are fighting with me. From today onwards, the Black Cave Cliff will forever be haunted by ghosts. Domain delisted!"

"Yang Ye!" The old palm in Yao Qinglin's sleeve couldn't help but tremble. At this time, Yang Ye is leading people to compete with the remaining strong men in the bone gate. Dongling breaks through the spirit king, and what awaits him is death .

"Old guy, accept your fate." Dongyu looked at Yao Qinglin suspiciously: "You love Yang Ye and Yao You the most, don't worry, after destroying the Black Grotto Cliff, I will take Yang Ye's arms Interrupt, throw it to the mine to be a slave, as for your beautiful granddaughter, send it to the land of spring night, and be insulted by thousands of people, haha!"

Biting her red lips lightly, Yao Youqiao turned pale.

Black Grotto Cliff, is it really about to die?

"Bone Butterfly, kill!" Dong Qiao pointed at Yao Qinglin, sneered and shouted violently.

Just the next moment.

"Bang!"

White bone slag splashed from the front of the huge body of the ghost bone butterfly, and a pitch-black sickle blade directly penetrated through it, and it was strung together with Dongfeng.

The space became silent in an instant, all the people from Heikuya and Gumen stared blankly at the sky, Yao Qinglin above was also dumbfounded.

what happened?

"It's... who is it..." Blood sprayed from his mouth, and Dong Yao turned his head with difficulty. A black-robed spirit beast stretched out its right arm indifferently, with a pitch-black chain wrapped around its arm.

Behind King Wanye, a handsome young man stepped out slowly, with a slight smile on his face.

"Loose cultivator, Henry Zhang."