The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 124 Fortune
Wu Ming looked at the dragon and turtle intercepting him, with a bit of surprise on his face, the other party's energy and blood were like a small sun, the sun was vast and majestic, he was definitely a great monster at the level of a martial saint.

The dragon turtle floating on the river surface was indifferent, full of confidence, looked at Wu Ming full of pity, and said fiercely: "Don't even think about summoning your fellow disciples to come to rescue, the Martial Saint condenses the true meaning of Yanggang, and with one drink, all spells will be shattered, you just obediently Offering the Dao Dharma can spare your life."

Hearing this, Wu Ming smiled, monsters are cunning by nature, I am afraid that even if he turned in the Dao Fa, the other party would not hesitate to break his promise, and it happened that he also suffered from not being able to collect merits, so he simply killed them.

A Tier [-] big monster is full of treasures all over its body, and the blood of the dragon veins it squeezed can also promote its own dragon horse to Tier [-].

Whoa!
A crystal clear blue basin poured out a huge stream of water, and a total of [-] shrimp soldiers and crabs would flow out, occupying the entire sea surface, densely packed, forming a large cloud of evil spirits.

Wu Ming activated the magic weapon, blessed his body, his aura soared, and the Yin God who had formed the inner scene could easily control this huge force.

When Dragon Turtle saw that the other party's cultivation had soared to supernatural power in front of it, it was immediately dumbfounded.

The majestic formation of monster energy pressed down, and the tall figure of the dragon turtle creaked, as if under a huge pressure, the blood was compressed within three feet, and it could not move.

Wu Ming shouted loudly, a three-foot black and red sword light flew out, and the majestic mana was poured into the mother-child Yin Sha sword, pushing its power to the extreme, and it turned into a shining red line, which silently wiped across the dragon turtle .

Congeal the sword into silk!

At least a supernatural monk can display it, and it is the gatekeeper method of most sword immortals.

The dragon turtle felt the mortal danger, roared and wanted to struggle desperately, a huge energy and blood rose, the burning red flame shot up to the sky, and the gray and black monster mist collapsed.

It was overjoyed and was about to dodge when suddenly a cloud of crimson smoke puffed its face in front of it, and fantasies abounded in its mind, as if it dreamed that it entered a secret realm, obtained inheritance, cultivated into an ancient demon, and then went to the peak of dragon birth.

But at the next moment, Longbie shuddered, and the blood in his heart surged up, dispelling the fog in his mind, and he just came back to his senses.

It's a pity that it was too late, a red thread gently brushed the tall body of the dragon turtle, without any warning, the humanoid body trembled suddenly, the dragon's head fell off, and a pair of vertical pupils widened, as if dying.

Wu Ming let out a long breath, his face was pale, his breath was falling, and he couldn't hold the sword light that condensed into silk threads.

Rumble!
The black and red sword light that cut off the dragon's head continued to expand, and finally released into a bucket of tens of feet thick sword light that bombarded the river surface, turning into countless sword qi intertwined vertically and horizontally, sweeping a terrifying waterspout storm.

Puff, several monsters around were affected, and were directly chopped into pieces.

It seemed that a simple move could kill the dragon and turtle, but Wu Ming activated the power of the three high-level magic tools to the extreme in one breath, and the explosive combat power even the gods would avoid it, not to mention the careless half-hearted Dragon turtle.

Wu Ming slowed down for a while, the spirit energy from all directions quickly poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the drained mana continued to recover, and then he drove Yunluan to the body of the dragon turtle.

He cautiously did not approach, while commanding five hundred soldiers and dragon horses to hunt down and wipe out the remaining dozen or so second-level monsters, while urging the [Taisu Banner] to roll towards the corpse of the dragon turtle floating on the water.

Suddenly the headless corpse came back into action and rushed towards Wu Ming who was in mid-air.

Boom!
Tai Su swung a white glow, hit the turtle's body, was broken by the exuberant energy and blood, and collapsed into strands of white mist.

But immediately after that, a three-foot sword light roared, slashing on the hard scales that were flowing with golden light, with a bang, while the blood energy of the body was brushed away by the Tai Su Qi, leaving deep blood marks, the huge impact contained in it will be fierce. The headless body was blown away.

"Sure enough, martial saints, seeing the gods are not bad, even after death, they can force a residual thought to control the corpse to fight."

Wu Ming sneered, and instead of going all out with him, he adopted the method of swimming and fighting. It took a long time to mess up the surrounding rivers, and the corpse of the dragon turtle collapsed from exhaustion.

He opened his Dharma Eye, and saw that a ray of red and golden luck unique to third-order creatures dissipated, and only then did the dragon turtle truly die.

But before Wu Ming could relax, within the field of vision of Fayan, a wisp of red gold mist overflowed from the stalwart and burly corpse of the dragon turtle, with a certain sense of brilliance, it disappeared in mid-air, and directly pounced on the Taoist.

"What is this?!" Wu Ming was startled, uncertain.

Buzzing, then he felt refreshed, the colorful aura spreading above his head, Suihou Zhu and Chidejian trembled, swallowing this ray of aura, nourished, and improved a lot, especially Chixiao The sword's originally illusory tenth restriction suddenly became solid.

"It's luck! How could it be absorbed by me."

Wu Ming's eyelids twitched, the red gold mist is a mixture of [Humanity Luck] and [Dragon Clan's Luck]. Since the ancient emperor, the human races have governed the Yangtze River. In addition to accumulating a huge amount of Humanity Luck, it is specially used to reward the younger generations who control the water. outside.

There is also the luck from the heaven that was usurped by changing fate against the sky, expelling the dragon clan, and suppressing nature.

These two kinds of luck are the first prizes of the Dragon Vein Law Association. The refined Taoists can skyrocket their cultivation base and have great luck, but generally they can only be obtained after suppressing the Changhe disaster.

Wu Ming's mind is running like electricity, and it's a little strange to think of the origin of Chide Dharma Sword and Suihou Pearl. The former is a proper humane magic weapon, while the latter is a rare treasure of Dragon Balls. It's like a magnet meets metal, and it is naturally attracted. .

Moreover, the dragon turtle has become a third-order monster, and it already has a trace of the dragon clan's fortune. If it is killed, it will be able to plunder the fortune and the rewards of humanity.

When his Fayan observed the Chide Sword that had condensed the tenth prohibition, he was very excited, and he returned to the Zhunlingbao. If he burns the luck of the Suihou Pearl, it will not be a problem to kill the supernatural power with one blow.

Lingbao can be regarded as a high-level combat power in a big man, but it must be condensed with more than fifteen prohibitions, and it must be condensed with the spirit of the weapon to be considered a real spirit treasure.

As for the ten to fourteen levels, they are called quasi-spiritual treasures. After all, only those with wisdom are called "spiritual" treasures.

"If I kept hunting third-order monsters and refining my luck, wouldn't I have two spirit treasures in my possession, and complementing each other, without the cultivation base of the primordial spirit, I can activate the limit output, which is equivalent to the combat power of a complete real person gone."

Wu Ming thought about it carefully and realized that it is very possible to do it.

After inspecting the two treasures of luck, Wu Ming focused his eyes on the dragon turtle. With a surge of mana, the huge dragon head fell into his hand. He held it in one hand and held up the Hongchen incense lamp in the other.

A mass of beating flames released strands of reddish condensed smoke pouring in from the seven orifices of the dragon's head.

"Let me see what valuable news there is." Wu Ming closed his eyes, searching for various information.

The result was unexpected, this dragon turtle was really lucky, and encountered a secret realm left by a real dragon.

(End of this chapter)