Invincible Conqueror

One day passed.

When Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Calf passed a Chihei mountain peak, they saw several disciples in front of them, dressed in blue costumes and carrying short blades, fled from a distance with horror, shouting for help.

Behind a few people is a group of hell creatures.

Some of this group of hell creatures are grimace vipers, some are octopus monsters, and some are sharp-mouthed monsters, no fewer than a dozen species.

Judging from the outfits of these disciples, they should be disciples of the short blade gate of the Xutian god plane.

This short blade gate is also one of the super powers of the Xutian God plane, but it is weaker than the Jinfeng Tower.

In the blink of an eye, these short blade gate disciples were chased by the group of hell creatures in front of Huang Xiaolong.

It was too late for Huang Xiaolong to hide. The mulberry sword in his hand appeared and brought up a sword curtain. The sword curtain flashed and sank into the group of hell creatures. Then, several short-blade gate disciples saw the grimace viper with eight-clawed monsters. , The body of the sharp-mouthed monster was torn apart and could not die again.

Several short blade gate disciples were taken aback.

The strength of this group of hell creatures, each has the strength of the late seventh-order ancient god, and two of them are still the peak of the late seventh-order ancient god, and they were solved by one sword!

"At the lower short blade gate Chen Jianfeng, I thanked the senior for taking the shot just now." A thinner short blade gate disciple came back to his senses and thanked Huang Xiaolong with a fist.

Huang Xiaolong nodded indifferently, and rode away on the golden horn calf.

Rescuing these short blade gate disciples, he just went smoothly.

Seeing that Huang Xiaolong ignored a few people, another short-blade sect disciple snorted, "I don't know good and bad things!"

In the past, some sect disciples saw that they were from the Short Blade Sect, and none of them flattered.

"Yes, does he really think he saved us?" Another short blade gate disciple sneered, "Even without him, this group of hell creatures can't help us!"

Chen Jianfeng did not speak. He frowned as he watched Huang Xiaolong leave. To be honest, Huang Xiaolong's attitude also made him feel unhappy.

He turned his head, looked at the corpses of the group of hell creatures, and solved these hell creatures with a single sword, then, this fat man had at least the strength of the eighth rank of the ancient god.

However, on his surface, it was obviously only the middle stage of the sixth stage of the ancient god.

Since Huang Xiaolong changed to a fatter young man at this time, in the eyes of Chen Jianfeng and others, Huang Xiaolong was a fat man.

"Let's go, go to Senior Brother Shi Long and the others." After stopping for a while, Chen Jianfeng said.

Hearing Shi Long, the other disciples of the Short Blade Sect, their expressions were lifted.

Brother Shi Long, they are the first genius disciples of the short blade gate. Although it has not been a long time to enter the short blade gate, among the disciples, no one can match the prestige.

"I heard that Li Zhi from Jinfeng Tower has returned to Shi Ping, and Yan Luomen He Feiyan has also entered Demon Prison Mountain!" said a disciple of the short blade door.

Jinfeng Tower, Guixujiao, Yan Luomen, the three strongest superpowers on the Xutian God plane!

Li Zhi, Shi Ping, and He Feiyan are Jinfenglou, Guixujiao, and Yan Luomen's first genius disciple.

"I heard that Li Zhi was in this Xutian city a few days ago. He was miserably cleaned up by a disciple of the Good Fortune Sect in Vientiane. He couldn't even catch a palm and was beaten to death. The disciple of Good Fortune Sect in Vientiane was only the sixth level of the ancient god. Early peak!" Zhao Yu, a disciple of the Short Blade Gate, mocked.

"The Vientiane Gate of Good Fortune? No, Li Zhi is the top-ranked god of bones, and he is also an ancient god at the early stage of the seventh stage. He was defeated by a disciple of the ancient god of the first stage of the sixth stage of Good Fortune? How could it be possible!"

"Yes, this is a rumor!"

"Is it a rumor? I don't know. Many family disciples saw it with their own eyes."

"If it is true, then the talent of this Vientiane Good Fortune Sect disciple is terrible, but when did Vientiane Good Fortune Sect appear such disciples? I heard that the chief disciple of Vientiane Good Fortune Sect is Wang Wei? But Wang Wei is the ancestor god."

Chen Jianfeng talked about several short-blade disciples.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong was already thousands of miles away, and he couldn't hear these discussions.

Huang Xiaolong looked at the rotting spirit of the devil around him, frowning and said: "The spirit of the devil is getting heavier in Devil Mountain?"

Compared to when he first entered the Demon Prison Mountain, the entire Demon Prison Mountain was more than twice as strong.

The golden horned calf nodded and said: "These Rot Demon Qi spews out from the depths of the Demon Prison Mountain space, and the spewing speed is getting faster and faster, so the Rot Demon Qi is getting heavier and heavier. It can only stay for three or four days."

At the speed of the Rot Demon Qi of Demon Mountain, three or four days later, even Huang Xiaolong and Golden Horn Calf could not resist the Rot Demon Qi of Demon Mountain.

Huang Xiaolong nodded, anyway, he had decided to stay another day and leave the Demon Prison Mountain. Therefore, whether the Demon Prison Mountain's rotten spirit was strong or not had little to do with him.

Now more and more powerful ancestors are breaking into the Devil Mountain, which is already unsafe.

Suddenly, the Golden Horn Mavericks gave a shock and stopped.

When Huang Xiaolong felt strange, he saw the golden horned calf leading him to a black jade-like mountain in front of him, and after turning over that mountain, he came to a mountainous land.

I saw that the mountain was covered with black spar, these black spar did not have any luster, but when they got close, I saw the black energy flowing in the spar like a phantom.

These black energies are constantly changing in various forms.

The shape and size of each black spar are different, some are as big as a giant ball, and as small as a thumb.

"It really is the Phantom Spar!" Golden Horn Mavericks said in surprise.

"Phantom spar?" Huang Xiaolong's eyes were puzzled. From the surface, these spars did not look strange.

The golden horn calf laughed and said: "You don’t know that this phantom spar is also normal. This thing is extremely rare even in hell. Only in the extremely cold place, after billions of years of evolution, can this phantom spar condense and form. ."

"This thing has a lot of effect. It is extremely hard. Even if it blends into a little, the power of the Chaos Spirit Tool can be increased a lot. If it is mixed with the god armor, the god armor defends the extreme terror, and this phantom spar tempers the body, The effect is even more amazing. Not to mention the strong ancestors, even the strong above the ancestral gods will fight frantically when they see this!

Huang Xiaolong didn't feel anything, but when he heard the last sentence, he was surprised.

The powerhouses above the ancestors are all fighting frantically!

Is this phantom spar really such a treasure?

"Where to stay, hurry up, quickly collect the Phantom Spar, you can collect as much as you can!" Golden Horn Mavericks said: "If other strong come, it will be difficult to grab it!"

As soon as Huang Xiaolong woke up, his figure flashed, and he came to a fist-sized Phantom Spar and took a single shot. But to Huang Xiaolong's surprise, the fist-sized Phantom Spar only rolled on the ground!

Heavier than an ancient sacred mountain!

"Haha, scared, this thing is not light, you have to work harder!" Golden Horn Mavericks smiled.

Huang Xiaolong heard the words, the three supreme gods urged, and after a shot, the phantom spar was put into the ghost Buddha ring.

While Huang Xiaolong was busy collecting these phantom spars, a group of disciples also flew to this side. It was the short-blade gate Chen Jianfeng and other disciples who had been rescued by Huang Xiaolong earlier. However, in addition to Chen Jianfeng and a few others, There were more than 20 short-blade disciples. The headed person had a strong aura and thunder and lightning in his eyes. It was Shi Long, the first genius disciple of the short-blade door.