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Ling Xuan walked into this practice room.

The stone door closed heavily.

All returned to silence.

Ling Xuan looked at the training room.

The layout of the training room is very simple.

The square room is about three feet long and five feet high.

There is only one futon, one table and one chair in the training room.

Nothing else.

The futon is woven from the silk of the Rank Nine silkworm demon and is indestructible.

The tables and chairs are all made of rock, which is extremely hard.

Even the aura aroused by Cultivator Bai Wen's breakthrough was not enough to destroy the futon, tables and chairs.

Ling Xuan stretched out his hand to move, and the black dragon scissors came out.

The dark Tai Er appeared beside him, and said viciously, "Master, tell me, who do you want to kill! Tai Er is the first to rush up and kill him!"

Ling Xuan pointed to the futon, "here."

Tai Er was dumbfounded.

A mere futon?

Is it also worth my middle-grade sacred weapon, the Black Dragon?

However, even if he had the idea of ​​killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, Tai Er didn't dare to show it on his face.

Two black lights flashed past.

There was a click.

The futon was cut in half.

No matter how hard something is, it is like white paper in front of the invulnerable black dragon scissors.

After all, the most powerful aspect of the Black Dragon Shear is that it can easily shorten Spiritual Weapons that are lower in rank than its own.

Even if it is both a middle-grade holy weapon, it can easily hurt the opponent!

Slap.

Something fell to the ground.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Tai Er quickly picked it up for Ling.

Ling Xuan took a closer look, and it was a mass of blood spar.

The blood crystals are crystal clear, and you can easily see what's inside.

A finger bone!

To be precise, this is the remains of the Zulong.

Just now Ling Xuan glanced at Shi Tianhao's recent opportunity, and found this opportunity.

Three days later, Shi Tianhao will enter this practice room.

At that time, the futon will split open by itself, and the blood crystal wrapped in the remains of the ancestor dragon will also fall out.

When Shi Tianhao gets this thing, he can stimulate the ancestral dragon bones in his body, and thus comprehend the Sutra of True Dragon Dominance.

Obviously, it is to make up for fate.

After all, according to Shi Tianhao's previous opportunity, he had to comprehend Tyrant Dragon Fist, Emerald Dragon Fist, Burning Blood Dragon Fist, Zhendi Dragon Fist, and Platinum Dragon Fist.

Only by combining the five fists can one comprehend the True Dragon Dao Jing.

Now that these five punches have long been taken by Ling Xuan, Shi Tianhao is no longer able to comprehend the True Dragon Dao Jing.

This piece of the remains of the ancestral dragon is the replacement of fate.

Let him understand the lower level of the real dragon overbearing scripture.

Ling Xuan took the blood crystal and the futon as well, then left the practice room and went to the ninth floor.

Not long after, the previous female monk came back to this practice room.

Looking at the empty ground, I couldn't figure it out for a while.

Does Heaven Grade enshrine such poor ones?

It's just a silk futon, so let's go along?

The ninth floor of Lei Santa Tower.

There are only twenty-seven practice rooms here.

Ling Xuan chose an empty training room and walked in.

Compared with the practice room on the ninth floor, the layout of the practice room on the third floor is not much different.

But Lei's aura has increased hundreds of times.

There seemed to be substantial lightning sparks dancing in the air.

Ling Xuan reached out and made a move.

The golden Nine Heavens God Lei Yan appeared in his palm.

Nine Heavens God Leiyan obviously liked this environment very much, he slumped lazily on the ground and remained motionless.

All the thunder aura around him gathered towards him.

Ling Xuan sat cross-legged on the futon, staring intently at the blood crystal that wrapped the remains of the ancestor dragon.

"The True Dragon Dao Jing, the True Dragon Sacred Law, let me see how strong you are."

His eyes were burning.