Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 81 Destroying the Flood Dragon!Golden box!
He waved his hand without thinking, and with a bang, Yang Gan caught the Yuan Turtle Crystal Steel Shield that had just flown back without looking back.

He glanced at the black mist on Mo Jiao's body.

"Protect Mo Yun!" Yang Qian's expression remained unchanged. He had already expected this. He kept using his hands and continued to activate the power of Shui Yun Sword. In a moment, he had already cut out more than ten swords, which were huge. It had the potential to break through the black mist, but with a slight flicker of eyes, it withdrew some of its magic power.

Even so, Mo Jiao was also suffering from pain, and became a little mad. He flicked his tail and bumped towards Yang Qian like a hill.

In an instant, Yang Gan raised the Yuanguijing steel shield with a calm expression, and a layer of black flowing aura immediately appeared on the surface of the shield. When the ink dragon's tail hit it, a shock wave visible to the naked eye was sent out.

Yang Gan's feet didn't move at all, but Mo Jiao opened his mouth wide, bared his teeth and "oohed" non-stop. He was actually stung by the force of the backlash.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Gan sneered, and immediately leaned forward, suddenly raised his right arm, swish swish swish!

The sword light of the Shuiyun sword in his hand, afterimages continued, Yang Gan beat Mo Jiao screaming in pain, almost unable to fight back, but he avoided the opponent's vital point just right.

'It's time to advance,' Yang Gan thought with a calm face.

Keep on hand.

Almost all of Mo Jiao's counterattacks were blocked by the Yuangui crystal steel shield. Occasionally, a few drops of black water jets splashed on Yang Gan, but they could not break through the power of King Kong Jue and Taiyi Yin Jingzhi. Double defense.

However, Yang Qian's face became increasingly uglier in response to the black liquid on his body, and the attacks on his hands became more violent.

Under such intensive attacks.

After a while, Mo Jiao suddenly let out a long and shrill scream, the sound was several times louder, and at the same time, the scream was full of pain and despair.

I saw that the weird black mist on the body of this ink dragon monster had completely dissipated, and wounds of various sizes appeared on its body covered with black scales.

Under the continuous slashing of the Shuiyun Sword, Mo Jiao's black scales could no longer resist, but Yang Gan didn't show any joy on his face. Instead, he stared at Mo Jiao's movements strangely.

Unsurprisingly.

Just when Yang Gan swung the Shuiyun Sword again, a strange tearing sound sounded in the air.

Yang Qian looked attentively.

The black dragon monster disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a piece of tattered black scale skin covered with blood.

Without the slightest panic, Yang Gan looked around calmly for a moment, and finally found the ink dragon swimming continuously on the side of the white jade pavilion.

At this time, it has a new look, and its appearance is very different from the original one.

The pitch-black body became snow-white without scales, and the length increased from three or four feet to five or six feet, and it was more than a circle thicker. There were only faint scars left on the injured area, so light that it was almost invisible.

The most surprising thing is that the triangular snake's head actually has an inch-long black sharp horn, which is faintly shiny, and there is also a pair of white claws on its abdomen, which are extremely sharp.

This monster actually turned a snake into a dragon, and its form was exactly the same as the legendary dragon.

"Advanced! It does look a bit like a dragon, but I don't know if it is somewhat related to the Golden Dragon King." Yang Gan's eyes lit up and he looked at it intently for a few times.

Now that the ink dragon has evolved, its strength at this time is somewhat stronger than that of ordinary early-stage foundation-building monks, but because of this, the current body materials of the ink dragon are even more valuable.

Yang Gan stared at Mo Jiao's body full of joy, and he had already planned in his heart, what kind of magic weapon and spiritual tool to refine with the materials of Mo Jiao's body after he went out.

Mo Jiao seemed to feel the heat and greed in Yang Gan's eyes. His two small eyes suddenly opened wide, roared, and rushed to the sky above Yang Gan as fast as lightning. He opened his mouth wide and sprayed out an endless stream of purple liquid. Exited.

Yang Gan grinned, and his body also emitted a dazzling lavender light, sizzle!
Holding the Yuangui crystal steel shield in front of his chest, Yang Gan faced the liquid sprayed by the ink dragon and pushed forward without fear.

"Aww!" As Mo Jiao roared, Yang Qian's figure was reflected in his two green eyes.

After some time.

boom!
Mo Jiao's huge body covered with sword wounds was broken into two pieces and hit the ground. A large amount of blood gurgled out. Although most of the scales on his body were left behind, there was still a small part due to Because of the Shuiyun Sword, it was chopped into pieces and obviously couldn't be used.

As for Mo Jiao's two small green eyes, they have completely lost their luster now, and they are obviously dead.

Yang Gan stood in front of Mo Jiao with a happy face. The golden light and silver fine scales on his body had long faded away. He held a small black porcelain bottle in his right hand and muttered something in his mouth.

A moment later, Yang Qian pointed his left hand at the front half of Mo Jiao's body, and a lavender light flew out from his fingertips and jumped into Mo Jiao's body.

The next moment, a slender arc wrapped around the half of Mo Jiao's body, unexpectedly brought out a small green dragon that was completely identical to Mo Jiao's form.

The little green dragon struggled desperately with all its teeth and claws, but it was of no avail. It was quickly pulled into the small black porcelain bottle by the light purple light.

"Boom"!
Yang Qian closed the lid of the black porcelain bottle and felt the small green dragons running around inside the bottle. With a look of satisfaction on his face, he nodded and put it into the storage ring.

Turning his gaze, Yang Gan began to look at Mo Jiao's body, waved his hands with a little joy, and directly put away the two corpses on the ground.

Gulu, while collecting the corpse, a somewhat dazzling round ball fell from half of the body of the ink dragon to the ground.

"Huh?" Yang Gan let out a little gasp, staring at a fist-sized red ball on the ground, his face became a little weird.

After taking a closer look at this legendary dual cultivator, Yang Gan shook his head. This was the ink sac of a male dragon, that is,
I don't need this kind of thing.

Yang Gan glanced at it meaningfully, and went straight over to the small white jade pavilion.

"Golden box." Yang Qian's eyes moved slightly, staring at the huge golden box that exuded a faint golden light, with excitement on his face.

The box itself is not a magic weapon, but a key to the third floor of the central area.

"Tianyuan Pagoda." Yang Gan muttered to himself inexplicably, holding the golden box in his hand, and began to study it carefully.

After about a cup of tea.

Yang Gan sensed the changes in the bloody forbidden space, and his expression suddenly tightened.

After counting the time, Yang Gan put away the golden box and rushed to the last area of ​​the Scarlet Forbidden Land without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)