Master of Beasts

"jingling!"

In the wide hall, a fiery yellow figure and a pure white figure collided one after another, and the crisp sound of gold and iron joining each other echoed endlessly.

Intertwined with Chi Yan is a peculiar rock-type spiritual beast. Its body is about the size of a palm, with mysterious runes lingering all over its body. Bright white light, looks quite delicate.

"Master Mo, I seem to have never heard of this spirit beast." Henry Zhang stared at the white figure and murmured in a low voice.

"Oh?"

Floating from the space stone, Mo Shi glanced at the sky, and a strange look appeared on his face: "It's Turing, this kind of spirit beast has long been extinct on the mainland. There is a chance to see you again."

"The extinct spirit beast..."

A gleam flashed in Henry Zhang's eyes. The years of existence of this continent are too long. Some spirit beasts may disappear completely from the continent at some point, and Turing in front of him is one of them.

But even though it can still attack Chi Yan, there is no trace of life in its body. Obviously, like the statue outside, it is a dead thing preserved by special means.

"call out!"

Turing swept into the air, and the crystal disc suspended behind him spun sharply. After a moment, a light beam as thick as a forearm shot out from it, piercing the air and heading straight for the red flame.

At the moment when the light beam swept down, an icy blue streamer suddenly fell from the sky, and the imperial ice butterfly cut Turing to the ground instantly with its icy wings like a sharp sword.

"Shua!"

With a slight dodge of his figure, he dodged the blasting light beam, and the three fire tails of Chi Yan quickly stretched out, stagnating in mid-air, and immediately became as sharp as a blade, slashing down frantically.

After such a storm-like offensive, Turing's body shattered with a click, and scattered everywhere, only the crystal disc rolled down towards Henry Zhang, shaking a few times, quietly Lying quietly at the latter's feet.

"This may be the last Turing on the mainland."

Leaning slightly, picking up the disc on the ground, Henry Zhang couldn't help sighing with emotion, the change of time always makes people helpless, just like outsiders, they probably will never know that in this ancient land, Hidden in a palace that was once incomparably splendid.

Raising his head, Henry Zhang looked at the top of the hall, a suspended light group, on both sides of the light group, in the shape of wings, shining white light, slowly scattered out.

"This is the secret method of quicksand transforming wings."

The corner of his mouth grinned slightly, and Henry Zhang was about to move when his body was about to move when a playful laugh suddenly sounded from outside the stone gate.

"If I were you, I would just stand there obediently."

With the sound of footsteps, four young men in yellow robes walked in with smiles on their faces. Their bodies blocked the stone door firmly, and they looked at Henry Zhang like a cat playing with a mouse.

Frowning vaguely, Henry Zhang turned his head and swept his gaze slightly, and immediately those night-like eyes were fixed on the young man's chest.

There, a pair of gorgeous yellow wings are depicted.

"You guys are from the Shaxing Palace?" Henry Zhang opened his eyes incredulously, this sign can only be possessed by the disciples of the Shaxing Palace hundreds of years ago!

It is conceivable how shocked Henry Zhang was when he saw this sign that should have disappeared.

"Shaxing Palace, hehe."

The young man smiled disdainfully: "It's just a small sect, not worth mentioning. Our true identity is the disciples of the Northern Sacred Sect. This palace is the territory of my Northern Sacred Sect."

Henry Zhang couldn't help but startled when he heard the words: "Northern Saint Sect?"

Hearing Henry Zhang's question, the young man who spoke just now seemed to have finally found an opportunity to show his superiority. He put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "The Northern Sacred Sect was one of the overlords of the mainland a million years ago. , and the Shaxing Palace got part of its inheritance,

Only then did we have the opportunity to sweep Xueyue, so, strictly speaking, we are also members of the Northern Sacred Sect. "

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Henry Zhang was speechless for a while, and after a long time, it turned out that he was the descendant of the remaining disciples of the Shaxing Palace, and he thought it had a lot of background.

"Snapped!"

Ignoring these people, Henry Zhang slightly grasped the palm of his hand, and held the ball of light into his hand. The glistening white light turned into countless light spots, slowly drifting away, and a scroll engraved with mysterious runes suddenly appeared in front of everyone. In sight.

"The complete quicksand-turning-wing secret technique!"

Seeing Henry Zhang's rude behavior, the young man was about to shout angrily. When he saw the lines on the scroll, he screamed in surprise: "What the Lord of Shaxing Palace got back then was just a broken scroll. There are many restrictions, but this volume is obviously stronger than it!"

With a greedy light in his eyes, the young man stared at Henry Zhang, and said coldly: "Give me the scroll and the rock piece you got, today, I can keep your whole body, otherwise, it will be impossible to detect it in this ancient mirror." Wherever we go, we will kill you, and no one will know about it.”

After finishing speaking, the young man stepped forward suddenly, and a powerful coercion of the fourth-order spirit master roared out in an instant, forcing Henry Zhang to take half a step back, and the people behind him also sneered and burst out all the breath , the few remaining people are all third-order spirit masters!

"Didn't it mean that only the strength below the spirit master can step into the ancient mirror space." Henry Zhang asked in amazement.

"It's just swallowed a suppressing spirit pill." The young man in yellow licked the corner of his mouth, and looked at Henry Zhang with a mocking look.

Behind him, spirit beasts flashed one after another. Except for his fourth-level stone scorpion, the rest were the remaining ones corresponding to the four poisons. Of course, these spirit beasts were all genuine stone attributes.

"If you obediently kneel down and beg for mercy, offer the scroll with both hands, and be more respectful, I, Wuling, can consider accepting you as a disciple of the Northern Sacred Sect." The young man in yellow said proudly.

"Otherwise, I'll drain your blood little by little and smear it all over the surrounding walls!" The person next to him also laughed strangely at this time.

"You just said that this place cannot be detected by the outside world, right?" Henry Zhang looked at Wuling and suddenly laughed.

"That's right." Wuling gave Henry Zhang a contemptuous glance: "You are so thin-skinned, even kneeling down, you are afraid of being seen by outsiders, if you don't seize this opportunity to cling to the Northern Saint Sect, you will end here in this life That's it."

Hearing that Wuling started to play the banner of Beishengzong again, Henry Zhang smiled helplessly: "I'm not worried about this, it's just that I have a headache. Some people from the outside world found that I have the strength to kill the fourth-order spirit master."

"However, since there is no such concern, then, let's kill you."

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