Dragon Prince Yuan

In a bamboo house.

On the bamboo bed, a person lying in a shriveled state, pale face, weak breathing, chest in a collapsed position, obviously badly wounded, look at his face, is the head of the Holy Palace, Ningmao.

“The two of you chiefs went after a gold medal and got turned into this wolf?” Next to the bamboo bed, there was a laugh, but the sound, though laughing, emitted a shady chill, which caused Wang Yuan to tremble slightly.

He raised his head and looked to the left, only to see there was a thin man with extremely white skin and a smile in the corner of his mouth, just those eyes, slightly reddish.

He grew white and crossed his ten fingers and looked with a smile at Wang Yuan and Ning Ink lying on the bamboo bed.

This is the head of the Temple of the Blood of the Sacred Palace, Fan Xin!

Wang Yuan said: "Cang Xuanzheng came to a chief rescue, and Ning Mo was badly wounded by him. ”

“Oh?” said Fan Xin with a faint smile. “Is this Tang, chief of the Peak of Ao Xuan? ”

Wang Yuanfeng was slightly stiff. He only said: "He is the new chief of Saint Yuanfeng, named Zhou Yuan. ”

When the voice dropped, he could feel Fan Xin's eyes stopping on him, and then a playful voice rang out: "Holy Source Peak? You're talking about the Xuanzheng Peak that went down for how many years? ”

“I heard that I was the chief of Saint Yuan Peak. Of the seven peaks of the Xuanzheng Sect, he was always in the last seat. How could he defeat Ningmao? Oh, are you guys too bad, or are we too behind on the news? ”

Hearing the sarcasm in Fan Xin's voice, Wang Yuan's color was also a bit ugly. He hummed, "The boy's source gas star has reached a fragile number, it's not easy. ”

But even though he pressed his emotions, he asked: "What about Ningmao now? ”

Fan Xin glanced indifferently, "He has been seriously injured, and he still has a breath. Under the conditions here, it is impossible for him to heal, and even if he barely reared the wound, there is no strength, not even an ordinary disciple. ”

Wang Yuan frowned, so now Ning Ink is almost a burden.

Fan Xin slightly showed his scarlet eyes and swept over Ning Ink, who was lying on the bamboo bed. His eyes swept through a ray of blood. He took a step forward, playing with his body, and said softly: “Ning Ink, since you don't have much power at the moment, then give some more for our holy palace...”

That miserable white Ning Ink suddenly opened his eyes and stared dead at Fan Xin. “What are you going to do?! ”

Fan Xin smiled slightly and smiled extremely cold. His palms slowly hung in Ning Ink's stomach. "Leave your hard condensed four colors to me to build the Divine Treasure. ”

He grabbed the palm of his hand and the blood was pouring in the palm of his hand. All he could see was that Nanin Ink's body was pouring with four colors of light, which seemed to rise slowly from its body.

Ning Mo's body trembled violently, his face became squeamish, reaching out to grab Fan Xian's neck, but at this time, his energy was difficult to move, such power, Fan Xian never even cared.

Fan Xin smiled and looked at the four colors of light that had risen from Ning Ink's body, and finally grabbed it thoroughly in his hand. It was a real thing with four colors of light wrapped around it.

It was Ningmao who worked so hard to condense the four colors to build the Divine Treasure.

The divine treasure in the body was forcibly stripped. Ningmao's body was also painfully twisted. His eyes stared dead at Fan Xin. His eyes were filled with resentful colors, and eventually his body gradually softened and his chances of life dissipated directly.

He was in serious trauma, apparently directly tortured to death by Fan Xinsheng.

“Fan Xin, you!” Wang Yuan beside him was also somewhat shocked. He didn't expect Fan Xin to be so vicious. Instead, he took away his great treasure while Ning Ink was seriously injured.

Fan Xun glanced at him and then drew a line of palms. The four colors in his hand to build the Divine Divine Treasure were divided, 40% of which he pushed to Wang Yuan.

“He is incompetent, disgraced by the face of our Sacred Palace, naturally punished, and, in his state, following us, is only a burden, do you think we have extra strength to take care of him?” Fan Xin said faintly.

Wang Yuan looked at the four colors of light floating in front of him, and the rich essence of Xuan Yuan contained therein made him heartbeat.

“You know what we're going to do, it's a six-color treasure site, a clue I pulled out of a little Raymond's chief mouth, and if we work together, nobody in this area can fight us. ”

“Without this Ningmao, we will be able to divide more.” Fan Xin spoke without any emotion.

Wang Yuan's eyes fluctuated.

“And the culprit in this matter is the head of the Holy Gen Peak of the Xuanzheng Sect, and I promise you, if the boy still dares to stay in this area, I will drain his blood to avenge Ningmao. ”

Fan Xin stared at Wang Yuan, lifted up that group of intense four-colored light, and placed it in front of the latter. There was a ruthless glow in the eyes of the gorilla: “Wang Yuan, you're not going to fuck with me for a dead guy, are you? ”

Wang Yuan looked up at Fan Xin and eventually did not speak anymore. Instead, he took over the four-colored light. His eyes swept away greed and he did not hesitate to put it away.

“Wise choice.” Fan Xin moaned with a smile.

Wang Yuanlian snorted. He looked at Ningmao's gradually cooling corpse. "I will tell the other disciples that Ningmao's death was caused by that weekend. We tried to save it, but it was not recovered. ”

Fan Xin nodded in favour.

“Put his body away, so full of flesh and blood, I have a role to play after...” He said with a smile and turned around and walked out of the bamboo house.

Outside the bamboo house, there are many holy palace disciples, Fan demon holds the jade Jane, there is a light map in front of him, his eyes, staring at one of them, the corner of his mouth emerged with a strong color of greed.

Six colored treasures.

Six colors to build a divine treasure, this kind of treasure, even the Son of their Holy Palace, will covet everything. At this time, I didn't expect that it would even appear in the area outside this Xuanyuan Cave sky...

It belongs to his demons.

When Fan Xin's heart fluctuated, a sudden light came from afar and fell in front of him, "Fan Xin chief, news came, it seemed that a team of hundreds of flower fairy palaces had been found entering the area. ”

“Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace?” Fan Xin frowned slightly, his pale ten fingers crossed, muttering: “Do they also know the news of the six colored treasures? ”

“And..." the disciple paused and said again: "It seems as though the Ao Xuanzong Bo people have not left the area, but are heading east. ”

Fan Xin heard that, suddenly, his eyes turned to the location of the six colored treasures on the map, and then the corner of his mouth raised a playful meaning, the shady cold in his eyes, caused the temperature around him to decrease.

“These bastards from Little Raymond, their mouths are really looser than their pants belts. Good secrets, now the whole world knows...”

“A bunch of things that don't know if they live or die.” He muttered with a smile.

“But fine, help my good brother Ning Mo get revenge, it's also a sacrifice...”