Traveling through the heavens as a myth

Facing Sanrao's attack, Ning Yang didn't change his face, and uttered three words one by one.

"Wish, Rong, Fire!"

Chapter 123

"I wish Rong Huo!"

As soon as the voice fell, a pure red flame appeared out of thin air, surrounding Ning Yang's body.

The flames lingered, and the terrifying heat wave forced the three brothers back again and again.

"Chish!"

As soon as Zhu Ronghuo broke out, the wooden dragon instantly turned into a fire dragon, the huge wood was also blazing, and the vines on its feet turned directly into fly ash.

"you!"

The three brothers were shocked.

Where does such a terrifying flame come from a child of a supernatural power realm?

Could it be possible that the three cultivators of the same level of Divine Power Realm could not beat him?

"drink!"

The three brothers were not reconciled, and quickly used magical powers.

"Wow!"

The golden light flashed, the magical power hit the empty space, but Ning Yang came behind the eldest brother.

"Hey!"

A shot was pierced, and the eldest brother did not react, he was pierced into the chest, and he was killed instantly.

"what!"

When the second and third brothers saw this, they screamed, ignoring the danger of turning their backs to the enemy, and started to run wildly.

"Chuck! Chuck!"

Ning Yang took one shot and one shot. After three breaths, Ning Yang eliminated the three of them.

"The control was very good this time, and the loot was not burned!"

Ning Yang smiled, the power of the soul spread out, covering the bodies of the three brothers.

Ning Yang took off a ring from each of the three brothers' fingers, and the magic element of the supernatural power realm rushed to erase the marks left by the three brothers in the ring.

"It's really poor, no wonder robbing others!"

This is the storage ring, Ning Yang just released the power of the soul just to detect the subtle spatial fluctuations emitted by the storage element.

It is a pity that these three brothers are not wealthy either. Not only is the storage ring a low-grade magic weapon, but the secondary space inside is only a square meter, and the total amount of the secondary space is only thousands of low-grade Yuanjing.

Most ordinary cultivators in the supernatural power realm usually use lower-grade elemental crystals for cultivation, and consume a few to a dozen.

As for Ning Yang, the amount of low-grade Yuanjing that needs to be consumed in one practice ranges from dozens to hundreds.

The net worth of these three brothers was only enough for Ning Yang to practice for a month.

Ning Yang curled his lips and popped out three Zhu Ronghuo to burn the bodies of the three brothers into fly ashes, and he turned into a golden light and flew away.

...

The medium-sized world fragments are not big, nor are they.

After an hour passed, Ning Yang had only found a few precious herbs, which was better than nothing.

During this period, Ning Yang also encountered several groups of monks. Both sides were on guard, but nothing happened in the end.

Just as Ning Yang was about to change direction to continue, a white light suddenly rose up in the distance, accompanied by a burst of strong medicinal fragrance.

"Suck"

Ning Yang took a deep breath of the scent of medicine, and immediately felt refreshed. The Fa Yuan in his body automatically operated, and his cultivation level unexpectedly increased a little bit.

"At least the top elixir in the supernatural power level!"

Ning Yang's eyes lit up and he did not hesitate to cast the vertical golden light, and flew towards the white light.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ning Yang came close to Bai Guang.

Bai Guang is in an open space, at least a thousand feet in radius.

At this time, hundreds of monks had gathered in the open space, and the group of black monks who had met Ning Yang before was also there.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

As soon as Ning Yang landed, he felt that the atmosphere on the scene seemed a bit wrong and depressed.

Shouldn't the elixir be born with excitement, excitement?

Ning Yang was a little confused, until a black-clothed monk came to him and said to him: "You, yes, it is you, come with me, all monks must obey the prince's dispatch!"

In the will to find out the truth of the matter, Ning Yang did not resist, but obediently followed the black monk to the vicinity of Bai Guang.

"It's you!"

The young black-clothed monk before seeing Ning Yang was a little surprised, and he obviously recognized him.

But seeing Ning Yang's submissive look, the black-clothed young monk shook his head and smiled, no longer paying attention.

Coming closer, the medicinal fragrance became more intense.

"Wow!"

Another monk arrived, seeing that he was sturdy, with a fierce face, and seemed to be a ruthless character.

The black monk stepped forward and repeated what he had just said to Ning Yang.

"Bah, why does the uncle listen to your orders? What shit prince, which green onion are you?"

That monk was the voice of most monks present.

The black-clothed monk shrugged, stepped aside, and walked out behind him an old man with a childlike face.

Without saying a word, the old man glanced at the monk and patted it with a palm.