"Okay, you two little guys, you have to talk about strategies to get the wool, and it is not necessary to get the wool at one time. You have to keep developing and pick the wool." Yin Dong said jokingly, and his sharp eyes swept into the depths of the sky.

He could not see where the river of demonic energy came from, but he was sure that there must be a pair of, or countless pairs of eyes, looking down at him from a high place.

He is still too weak!

Weakness is original sin!

Otherwise, he had enough strength and could rush up now, overturn the sky above his head, and beat those high-ranking guys!

"Wait, one day..."

The breeze blew by, the whispering disappeared, and Yin Dong's black eyes were deep like a pool of secluded pools without any slight tide.

After cleaning up the river of demonic energy that suddenly appeared and the evil spirits, Yin Dong told Qiu Ying to teleport to the Northern Wilderness Region with the staff of the Heavenly Fate and the Big Black Spider, and then entered the northern base of the tribe battlefield.

Ling Fan was also waiting in the safe house of the North District Base, and Chief of Staff Wang and others. When Yin Dong arrived at the North District Base, he held a meeting and talked about the overall situation and the next plan. ??

At the end of the meeting, Chief of Staff Wang said: "Dongzi, you have to take time to take a look at your initial place. The terrain and landform of the tribe battlefield has also changed and has not stopped. Your side has also changed a lot, and it is closer to the colorful world than other initial places."

"Okay, I'll come back from the arena and go back to the original place."

After Yin Dong agreed, he saw Ling Fan take out the Burial Emperor Sword and the Guardian Throne. He was about to reach out to pick it up, but he heard him say, "I'm looking for the Burial Emperor Sword that Xiaobao wants, and I plan to take it to the gorgeous world to see it. Maybe it's useful."

Buzz...

The Burial Emperor Sword trembled, and a black and silver-shaped thin thread suddenly emerged from the black and silver-shaped sword, piercing into Ling Fan's mind and into the depths of his soul.

"Oh my...go! Sword Spirit, don't bully your life!"

Ling Fan was so painful that he took a deep breath, then screamed with a "whistle--" and said without tears: "Brother Jianling, didn't you object when I was looking for Xiaobao to bury the Emperor's Sword?"

"presumptuous!"

Yin Dong shouted and reached out to grab the Burial Emperor Sword. The invisible power of the domain suppressed it. The surging dragon power swept across with the intention of killing. He bumped into the black and silver-light Burial Emperor Sword. The devouring power on his fingertips also surged, and he devoured and refined the energy in it crazily.

boom!

On the black and silver-lighted short sword, countless black and silver-filled thin silk burst out, stabbing Yin Dong, and instantly enveloped his entire body and went straight into the depths of his soul.

In an instant, Yin Dong's mind was filled with a grand, grand and gloomy chanting sound, which made his soul tremble continuously.

"It's not the bloodline of the Burial King...but it's... the blood relative of the quasi-burial King... no, no... and the blood relative of the quasi-burial King...what monster are you... Chaos Blood Dragon..."

The shrill roar seemed to come across time and space, exuding a strong and incredible feeling.

If you don’t believe it…it’s useless!

The black and silver-filled thin silk burst out from the Burial Emperor Sword pierced into Yin Dong's body. In addition to causing him a little pain at the beginning, the swallowing power formed by the operation of his body's skills was constantly devouring the black and silver-filled thin silk.

That kind of thin filament was originally powerful and changeable, and could absorb the energy of his whole body and turn him into a white bone.

At this time, let alone the Burial Emperor Sword cannot absorb him

The energy in the body, even the black and silver-filled thin silk on the sword body, was quickly swallowed by Yin Dong.

Not only that.

The sword body of the Burial Emperor Sword is also wrapped in the power of devouring. Once the original power of the sword body is swallowed up, the entire sword will become mortal iron and worthless.

"You were sealed in the broken coffin in the ancient tomb. It took you a long time to fall into the hands of the previous sword master Ming Qiu. Ming Qiu recognized me as the master. I am also the master of the sword. Do you think I am too gentle and kind?"

Yin Dong's indifferent voice sounded slowly without any emotional fluctuations.

Buzz...

The sword spirit of the Burial Emperor Sword trembled continuously, and the black and silver-light sword body quickly dimmed. It had originally bridged many old cracks, but it cracked open again.

Seeing that the sword body was about to collapse, a soul imprint was activated, and it was... Xiaobao's phantom!

"Burning the Sky Yin..."

Suddenly, Xiaobao, with a expressionless face, spoke, and a faint voice spread, like a burial king who was tearing apart time and space, with a phantom of the crown appearing above his head.

There were countless mysterious and obscure fluctuations in the crown, which followed, and looked like falling flowers flying.

The tremor of the Burial Emperor Sword also increased. The black and silver-lighted thin filaments burst out, and in an instant, billions of strands burst into the sky, soaring through Yin Dong's body, but not attacking him like before.

"Xiaobao?" Yin Dong was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Xiaobao left a spiritual mark on the Burial Emperor Sword. He just punished the sword spirit and activated Xiaobao's spiritual mark.

The most important thing is that this spiritual imprint in the Burial Emperor Sword was activated and the phantom of the ancient Burial King in the form of Xiaobao was revealed. The pressure was so strong that Yin Dong felt real pressure.

It's really amazing!

And at this time.

Xiaobao shouted to Ling Fan in the chat room of the Yanhuang camp: "Uncle Ling, what's the situation? Why is the spiritual imprint of the Burial Emperor Sword activated?"

Ling Fan replied: "What your father did is not related to Uncle Ling's business."

Xiaobao: "Oh, then I don't need to come here."

Yin Dong: "...You boy is biased, do you dare to be more biased?"

Xiaojun stabbed: "Uncle Dongzi, you have always known that you, a father, have no weight in Xiaobao, just like the one given by phone bills."

Ling Fan cursed: "You little brat are the ones I gave you for phone bills, a bastard!"

Xiaojun, the monkey in the skin, actually said, "Ha, I'm a bastard, you don't care, so you can practice a small trumpet with my mother now."

Ling Fan's old face couldn't help but turn red and hot at this moment.

Even though he always shouted that he didn't want Xiaojun's son and wanted to practice a small trumpet with his wife, he was still ashamed of being called out by the brat in the Yanhuang camp.

Yin Dong smiled: "Xiaojun is right. Brother Ling, please hurry up. You have already developed a small trumpet and be a closed disciple for me."

Ling Fan laughed and scolded: "With an unscrupulous master like you, you will only misunderstand your children. That is, I don't dislike you, brother, and I will give my son to you as a disciple."

The sip of tea that Chief Wang had just taken next to him spewed out, pointing at Ling Fan and saying, "You are so embarrassed to say that your youngest son won't be a closed disciple for Dongzi, let my grandson come."
Chapter completed!