Chapter 44 The Ten Thousand Years of Ghost Dragon Sword

Looking at the escaped Black Bone Skeleton, Ding Zhan shouted reluctantly: "What a pity! The Black Bone Skeleton's undead skeleton bag was not obtained."

I have to admire the Black Bone Skeleton. A big hole was killed in my chest, and a lot of blood and intestines flowed out, but I didn't die. It turned out to be a powerful guy. It seems that the Skeleton Mountain and the Skeleton Old Demon are not simple either.

A few minutes later!

The true energy of the Jiugui Zhenren was half restored, and Ding Zhan also calmed down the irritable artifact, Taixiao Thunder Spear, and shouted arrogantly: "Calue!"

The purple thunder spear in his hand shone sizzled and entered his body like a dragon. Ding Zhan then used the "Purple Micro Magic" to touch it. The seal of the "Three Lights Blade Talisman" rippled and gradually disappeared.

"What a pity! A fairy-level talisman wasted."

I couldn't help but blame it in my heart: It's all because the artifact of Taixiao Thunder Spear is too powerful!

Artifact!

I remembered the magical artifact of the Ghost Tornado, Ten Thousand Years of Ghost Dragon Wood.

The two spirit black dragons continued to fly around the ten thousand-year ghost dragon wood, constantly absorbing the surrounding ghost tornado, but they were obviously tired, and it seemed that they had achieved their greatest potential.

The Nine Ghosts True Man was full of confidence: "Ding Zhan, he threw out nine drops of blood towards the Ten Thousand-Year Ghost Dragon Wood and the two Artifact Black Dragons, so that the Artifact Black Dragon returned to his position along the blood, and the artifact was perfected."

You want blood again?

Ding Zhan said depressed: If this continues, it must be anemia.

However, the hands were not vague and shot nine drops of blood towards the already formed ten thousand-year-old ghost dragon wood. Then, with both hands, they shot nine drops of blood at the two instrument spirit black dragons. The ghost was suddenly shining red in the tornado, and the ghost spread, bursting out a huge light.

"roar!"

The two black dragons of the weapon spirit roared wildly, setting off a larger tornado of ghosts. Under the guidance of Ding Zhan's blood, they flew into the already formed ten thousand-year ghost dragon tree.

Will you succeed?

"boom!"

The calm ten thousand-year ghost dragon wood suddenly exploded, raising the black undead aura, three lights: ice-blue ghost fire and gray ghost tornado. The three lights surging and flying around, extremely fierce. They actually pulled off the ghost tornado in the ghost wind cave, and the huge light soared into the sky.

Depend on!

Three kinds of light actually broke through the gray clouds and mist in the valley, and illuminated the entire gray valley. Ding Zhan, Feng Linger, Jiugui Zhenren and Jian Xuanfu both sighed: It is definitely a magical tool!

The explosion gradually subsided!

Ding Zhan looked in front of him in disbelief. The ghost tornado from the Ghost Wind Cave was cut off. A powerful and heavy sword floated quietly in the original ghost tornado. The black dragon patterns on both sides were faintly shiny, emitting three rays of black, ice blue and gray, floating in the air gorgeously.

Even a master like Jiugui Zhenren couldn't help but feel envious.

"Ding Zhan, your weapon!"

Feng Ling'er looked at Ding Zhan with even more pride: "Senior Brother Ding, hurry up!"

Ding Zhan nodded and flew up in the air, picked up the dark and heavy dragon-shaped war knife, and was immediately surrounded by three kinds of lights and flew back in a very cool manner.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the tornado of the ghosts cut by the ten thousand-year-old ghost dragon wood and three kinds of light returned to normal and began to spin continuously.

Ding Zhan looked at the sword in his hand happily. The Ten Thousand Years Ghost Dragon Wood suddenly trembled, and three kinds of lights flew "woosh" and were not controlled by Ding Zhan at all, let alone controlling and using this sword forged by the Ten Thousand Years Ghost Dragon Wood.

Depend on!

Ding Zhan couldn't suppress his strength, so he could only frown and said, "Senior, the sword trembles constantly, he is not convinced of control, as if he is about to soar into the sky."

"Ding Zhan! The magical artifact is Kaifeng, and you will recognize your master after dropping blood."

I couldn't help but complain: "I'm so arrogant that I can't even understand this, I'll put on a wisp of blood."

Ding Zhan smiled: The real senior is a bit jealous.

Feng Ling'er couldn't help but chuckled. Ding Zhan felt happy. He held the Wannian Ghost Dragon Wood in his left hand and wiped it casually in the knife-like manner with his right hand. A wisp of blood immediately invaded it.

Our blood is really worthless!

Absorbed!

The blood was immediately absorbed by the Wannian Ghost Dragon Wood. Then, the "roar" burst and shine. The Wannian Ghost Dragon Wood that absorbed the blood shone out a stronger undead spirit. The ice-blue ghost fire and the ghost tornado. The "Wuwu" rotated and flew around Ding Zhan, but they actually gathered into Ding Zhan's body.

"boom!"

Ding Zhan was surrounded and shrouded by three kinds of lights that broke out, and actually floated in the air. Feng Linger hurriedly looked at Jiugui Zhenren: "Master, Brother Ding is okay, are you?"

Jiugui Zhenren shook his head: "This ten thousand-year ghost dragon wood is a bit powerful."

"No!"

The Nine Ghosts True Man said slowly: "It should be called the Ten Thousand Years Ghost Dragon Sword!"

Ding Zhan couldn't help but floated in the air, the black undead light, the ice-blue ghost fire and the gray ghost tornado continued to enter his body. When it became more and more surging and violent, two "roaring" dragon roars came, and the two black dragons of the weapon spirit flew out again.

The black dragon body was majestic, with three stripes of red, ice blue and gray on its back. Because it absorbed the blood from Ding Zhan, the two black dragons of the instrument were very familiar with the smell and feeling of Ding Zhan, and they flew around Ding Zhan intimately and affectionately, constantly rubbing like two cute little pets.

Ding Zhan liked it for a while!

The gray light suddenly shone: "Huh!"

Two graceful figures shine out from the Ten Thousand Years Ghost Dragon Sword. The beautiful and beautiful faces make people feel heart-wrenching. The hazy and graceful figures are as graceful as immortals. The bumps and pride in them are even more suffocating. It is the twin beauties Jian Yuxuan and Jian Yufu, who have been perfectly stayed in the Ten Thousand Years Ghost Dragon Sword.

Jian Xuanfu immediately shouted: "My Xuan'er, my Fu'er."
Chapter completed!