The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 549
Although Black Sword's swordsmanship was strong, Jiang Yang felt that he was also constantly learning and improving.

At this moment, Jiang Yang vaguely discovered that it might not want to mock him or escape, but wanted to guide him to go further in this way.

His swordsmanship changed, as if a trapped dragon ascended to the sky, and the scene was full of changes in an instant.

Jiang Yang was excited, and he felt his own heart, the unswerving heart after experiencing hardship and confusion.

At this moment, he wanted to look up to the sky and scream. At the same time, he felt the spiritual power in his body change, and it seemed to become more solid.

At the same time, he discovered that deep in his dantian, the initial light spot of spiritual power seemed to be condensing.

At this time, the energy of the Tianmai was about to erupt, and the spiritual power between the heaven and the earth was gradually rising. Jiang Yang immediately opened the whole body's gates, absorbing the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth like a sea of ​​rivers, and at the same time using internal energy to refine it.

"Not enough, not enough!" Although there is enough spiritual energy, his location is not the center of the eruption of the heavenly veins. These escaped spiritual energy may be enough for ordinary innates, but for Jiang Yang, it is like a drop in the bucket.

He then saw the black sword shake, suddenly break free from the restraints of his swordsmanship, and fly away in a certain direction!

"Wait!" Jiang Yang shouted and hurried to catch up.

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The inner courtyard of Dongming Temple.

A drop of cold sweat fell.

As a high-ranking member of the Central Plains Alliance, Zhao Qingge is one of the earliest veterans among the talented and spirit-supporting people. When faced with a task of this level, he will inevitably become nervous.

She walked through the inner courtyard, and the closer she got to the white tower, the emptier she felt inside her body. She knew in her heart how difficult it would be to steal the Dongming Sect's sacred weapon when the powerful enemies of the Dongming Sect were surrounded by them. .

If she misses, she will face the wrath of two late-stage innates.

But in fact, after losing her spiritual power, even an ordinary member of Dongming Sect can easily kill her.

The only thing she was lucky about was that after approaching the white tower, the Dongming Sect's followers, at least ordinary members, were also unable to use their own power.

Therefore, the guards of the White Tower are all burly men who are fully armed. They rely on sophisticated equipment and physical strength, not their own cultivation.

Zhao Qingge had already arrived at the bottom of the White Tower. Although she was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Dongming Sect, her identity could not help her here.

Even the high priest is not allowed to approach this forbidden area of ​​Dongming Sect, let alone other people?
But Zhao Qingge is not without methods to deal with it.

In order to complete this arduous task, she made almost complete preparations.

She was hiding in the bushes near the White Tower, quietly waiting for a group of patrolling Dongming Sect disciples to leave. Then she opened her sleeves, and there was a strange syringe-like tube hidden inside. .

She opened the middle part of the syringe and saw a small scope.

She held her breath and paid attention to the movements of the two guards outside the White Tower. When one of them was distracted, a thin needle of cow hair flew out of the syringe.

Below the White Tower, a guard touched his chin and suddenly fell down without warning.

"What's wrong!?" Another guard was startled, but before he could react, he felt itchy on his neck, and then his vision went dark and he fell unconscious.

"Sleep well." Zhao Qingge neatly hid the two of them in the nearby grass. The patrolling Dongming Sect disciples had already left, and no one would notice them in a short time.

She used a knife to pick the latch of the tower door from the crack of the door, and then pushed the tower door open.

There was some darkness inside the whole white tower. When she walked into the tower, the transition between light and darkness made her eyes uncomfortable.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a chill coming from the front.

Zhao Qingge was shocked, there was someone inside the tower!
Her reaction speed was frighteningly fast, and her waist was as tough as wicker. A well-positioned lower waist allowed her to easily avoid the cold flash from the darkness, and at the same time, her legs were swept out like long whips.There was a muffled groan in the darkness, and Zhao Qingge stood up. Only then did he see two warriors dressed in black, their heads and faces wrapped in black cloth, staring at her coldly, with murderous intent in their eyes.

They wore black clothing, and the blades were intentionally matte, making them difficult to detect in the dark.

Their steps were like butterflies walking through flowers, erratic, and their blades seemed to be able to attack from any corner of the darkness.

These two people are obviously masters of swordsmanship, otherwise they would not be assigned to guard this place.

They moved, the blades moving almost too fast to see in the darkness.

At this moment, Zhao Qingge suddenly took out an object with a metallic luster from his waist.

The moment the blade touched his face, two clear firelights lit up in the darkness.

"Bah! Bah!"

The two men in black instantly fell to the ground, dead.

I saw two coquettish blood flowers blooming on their chests.

"Idiot, times have changed." Zhao Qingge put a blue "7"-shaped object around his waist.

"..." The two warriors lay on the ground, staring at her with eyes as bulging as goldfish.

She walked to the top of the tower without stopping.

This white tower has nine floors in total. There is no spiritual power. It is really difficult to climb to the top of the tower by relying on your own physical strength. When Zhao Qingge climbed to the top of the tower, he was out of breath unconsciously.

There was no one guarding the top of the tower, and things seemed to be going much smoother than she had imagined.

At this moment, her eyes fell on a round platform in the center of the tower. In the center of the round platform, there was an eight-sided ancient mirror. She could even clearly feel that the power that disintegrated the spiritual power in her body came from that ancient mirror. Within the mirror.

"Is this the holy object that the high priest said?" Zhao Qingge marveled in her heart. The closer she got, the more she could feel the terrifying power in the mirror.

She couldn't imagine what terrible consequences it would have if such power were released.

"I never expected that such a small overseas country could hide something so terrifying." She approached cautiously, but did not dare to be greedy.

Because she knew in her heart that such a thing was by no means a treasure to her, or to most people, but a scourge.

Keeping this kind of thing with you will not only improve your cultivation, but it will be good if your cultivation is not abolished.

It's not something she can control.

She slowly approached the ancient mirror, and at this time, a bad premonition arose in her heart.

She always felt that it was too easy for her to approach this treasure?
She stopped and thought about the entire process of entering this white tower again.

She couldn't detect the flaw.

"Am I worrying too much?"

Time passed by, and she knew in her heart that if she didn't take this ancient mirror away, she would have no chance.

She gritted her teeth and reached out to hold the ancient mirror.

The next moment, she suddenly felt that her hand was empty, and the ancient mirror disappeared!
At the same time, an extremely harsh sound of ridicule came from the top of the tower.

(End of this chapter)