Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Xiao Chen penetrated the interior of the silver battleship, instantly as if walking into a vast heaven and earth, but the heaven and earth were incomplete.

The eastern corner lacks one piece of suction, the inner formations are not perfect, the damage is very severe, resulting in silver battleships, no spiritual energy, the general public can not find this is a treasure.

Withdrawal of divine knowledge, Xiao Chen looked at the silver battleship in his hand and felt slightly sorry for it. After all, after tens of thousands of years, the damage to the treasure was inevitable.

Moreover, the battle formation, which was completely damaged, had no possibility of being repaired, even if it was repaired, it could only be used as a means of transport.

Xiao Chen nevertheless decided to repair it. With his current strength, he wanted to refine a pharmacopoeia like this. It was almost impossible, not to mention the problem of the realm. The search for materials alone could not be completed in a few years.

Now there is an almost complete pharmacopoeia in front of you, not to use it is really too much, as for the battlefield above, you can also wait for the strength to improve, and then re-draw one.

The most important thing is that this treasure should be refined by a saint, branded as a saint, which has been rooted in the interior of a silver warship for tens of thousands of years and is as strong as a rock.

“In this way, the secret treasure made by the ancient Saint Hyun can be 100% certain that it is the magic treasure of the cultivation.” Xiao Chen muttered to himself, "Will Hu Zhenzhen Daquan be connected to the world?

shook his head, retracted his mind, and did not think about it. Xiao Chen put the spiritual stones and armor on the ground into the Kankun ring, gravitational technique spread out, his body rose up and flew towards the mountain wall where the waterfall was kept.

On the mountain wall, the wind whistled and the rocks were brilliant, an old tree winding over the walls. Xiao Chen looked up, and there was a higher mountain peak ahead, with clouds of fog surrounding the summit, hazy and mysterious.

“There it is.” Xiao Chen spoke softly and continued to fly up.

The cold wind blew from the side, Xiao Chen's shirt stirred, her hair kept dancing, and the more she went up, the fiercer the cold wind, she could barely open her eyes.

After half a noise, Xiao Chenhou fell on the top of the mountain and reached out to hold the white cloud. The surrounding spirit is intense and gives a hint of inspiration.

Xiao Chen found an empty space and took out the lower spiritual stones in the Kun ring, piece by piece, ready to set up a small gathering spiritual formation to regroup the spirituality of the silver battleship.

This Gathering Spirit Formation actually uses intermediate Spirit Stones, and the effect will be even more obvious, but Xiao Chen really couldn't resist these intermediate Spirit Stones.

An intermediate spiritual stone is worth a hundred lower spiritual stones, but no one will be foolish enough to replace it, because intermediate spiritual stones are too rare in the Great Qin kingdom.

A few moments later, a small Gathering Spirit Array appeared, Xiao Chen put a silver battleship over his eyes, and then slowly injected his energy into it. The faint glow flowed along the pattern.

The thick spiritual gas around the area was injected frantically, in the pattern, the surrounding spiritual gas was like fog, and a moment later it was actually remitted into a drop of liquid spiritual gas water bead.

Puchi!

A bright column of light suddenly lit up into the sky, a small silver battleship, rising rapidly in the column of light, flashing two kinds of light over its hull.

Xiao Chen probed the Divine Consciousness into the past, and the engraved lines on the silver battleship, rapidly flowing, continuously absorbed the horrible spirituality contained in the light column.

Half an hour later, the spiritual stone above the ground began to crack rapidly, Xiao Chen shook: “No, the need for this silver warship was too spiritual to meet it at all. ”

This guy's appetite was too big, Xiao Chen's heart hated the thought, more than a hundred spiritual stones driven spiritual Qi in heaven and earth, can't even hold up for a single hour, completely exceeded his expectations.

Take out Nai Dan, the Golden Lion King in the Kun ring. Xiao Chen looked at the silver warship in the air with some hesitation and felt a little reluctant. This gold Nai Dan contains the heavenly and earth energy that the Golden Lion King has absorbed for centuries.

Pure and incomparable, no matter what the attribute, the martial arts can absorb it directly. Place it in the Gathering Spirit Array and instantly upgrade the Gathering Spirit Array to the intermediate level.

However, Xiao Chen was reluctant. He intends to keep it until he is promoted to Wu Wang. Wu Wang is a kan. He will immediately stand at the peak of the crowd. If he fails to pass, he can only spend his life.

Finally, I took it back and took out the Intermediate Spirit Stone. The value of this Intermediate Spirit Stone is not bad at all. And it's actually very useful, it's hard currency everywhere, Xiao Chen put it on the line, heart like blood dripping.

Forty intermediate spirit stones consumed nearly half Xiao Chen's collection, and the medium-sized Gathering Spirit Array was arranged. Xiao Chen pinched a fingerprint, the wind rose, the spirituality within a thousand meters, infinite surge.

Tick, tick!

Spiritualized water beads, like rain dots, land on the top of the mountain, these are the essence of spirituality. Xiao Chen did not want to waste it so much, and took out a spatial-type bottle of Fa Baoyu and put it aside to collect all the water beads scattered in the sky.

The light columns in the sky became brighter, the silver battleship began to shine endlessly around, Xiao Chen felt clearly, and the saintly humanistic rhyme in the hull began to slowly recover.

Hu!

A horrible Holy Wisdom erupted, and the silver boat began, rising rapidly, rising kilometers between blinks, turning into a black dot that disappeared into Xiao Chen's vision.

Xiao Chen's heart was shocked. Hurry up. Gravity is not a real flying martial art. The higher Xiao Chen's flying, the more gravity he receives, and the more energy he consumes will double.

In high altitude, Xiao Chen flies higher and higher, and you can see endless clouds rolling around. The glittering columns in the eyes of the Gathering Spirit Array penetrate this endless cloud as if they were really going to reach the sky.

The energy in the body drained rapidly. Xiao Chen frowned slightly. All he could see now was a blurred figure of a silver battleship, not knowing how high it was going to fly.

Xiao Chen bit his teeth and took out an intermediate spirit stone and placed it in his palm. In an instant, a horrible energy rushed into Xiao Chen's pulse, and the intense energy swelled the pulse.

A sense of excitement is felt over every skin in Xiao Chen's body. It feels like a blast, full of endless power.

Boom!

Xiao Chen drank loudly and the speed of the ascent suddenly multiplied. His figure broke an air wave in the air and he caught up with the silver battleship in a blink of an eye.

Boom, boom!

The silver battleship stood at the top of the light column and suddenly turned into a silver battleship of dozens of tall and two-legged men, with a flag above its bow, with a big lettering on it, dancing against the wind.

The battleship is surrounded by clouds, thunder and endless lightning.

“It can be repaired independently, how the ancient saints were refined.” Xiao Chen looked at the silver battleship surrounded by lightning and was shocked.

Those residual lines, Xiao Chen was prepared to make his own repairs, did not expect to automatically repair them after reuniting the spiritual energy of the silver warship.

Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something, if he just let it be repaired, as a saint's secret treasure, it covered the saint's mark. Now that the saint has gone away, it automatically searches for the descendants of the saint's blood and automatically recognizes the Lord.

“The mark of the saint must be erased and branded.” Xiao Chen's eyes revealed his steadfastness, saying word for word.

Through the endless clouds, through the flashing thunder, Xiao Chen steadily landed on the bow, his eyes filled with caution, the flag on the bow with the inscription.

The black flag appears to have descended since ancient times, standing quietly on the bow, dancing against the wind and making a hunting noise. The words written on the flag, the dragon flying phoenix dance, one stroke at a time, seemed to have the power of a thousand jungles, the sharp flashes of light, the momentum was like madness.

Xiao Chen gazed like a torch and stared closely at the typeface. He knew what he was going to do. This was to compete with the saints and erase the spiritual brand of the saints with his own hands.

The danger, nine deaths and one life, is self-evident, but Xiao Chen's gaze was unwavering, and he did not intend to take a half-step step back, and God like a sword fired at the flag.

Boom! In a moment, the surrounding scene instantly disappeared, Xiao Chen appeared on a thick lava, from time to time flames erupted, more volcanic eruptions in the distance, releasing endless heat waves and scorched red fire water.

Weird in the sky are nine suns, a huge divine people appear in the sky, behind which there is a vast spectrum of light, endless threats scattered in this space.

Puchi!

The gods suddenly opened their eyes and emitted a golden yellow light, directly covering Xiao Chen, and drank aloud: “How dare you be so disrespectful when you see the gods and people, you do not kneel quickly. ”

The sound is like nine days of thunder, words are astonishing, in this space, constant echoing, deafening, makes people feel cold.

At the end of the day, the sound converged into a razor echo, joining Xiao Chen's heart beat. The sound grew faster and faster, Xiao Chen's heart, also beating like a bouncing chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Xiao Chen covered his chest, just felt the tremendous pressure coming, the heart was extremely depressed, painful and tangled, the knife cut general face twisted, fluttered, his right foot couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

“Get down on your knees!!!” The voice continued to echo in Xiao Chen's ear, as if it had been printed directly into Xiao Chen's mind. It could not be waved and chopped off.

The sounds of the gods are loud, overtaking by nine days, the voices are like thunder, the words are like beads, such as swords, the sharp rays are indiscriminate, mortals are not afraid!

The power of the ancient saints was so appalling that, even tens of thousands of years later, his mark had such a terrible dignity that, in this spiritual space, he had taken full initiative.

This is a comparison that spans 10,000 years, and Xiao Chen's god has no chance of winning unless he simulates, transcends the existence of this god.

As long as his other foot kneels, his spiritual mark will completely disappear and his body will become a soulless body!