The punishment that begins to emerge is not only a sudden appearance of sharpness. Inputting internal force and weak spiritual energy in the body can clearly sense that the power of punishment is rising steadily.

Even if Xing Zhen has never seen a real magic weapon, it can be roughly perceived. The level of punishment exceeds that of spiritual weapons, treasure weapons, etc., and directly rises towards the scope of magic weapons.

The quality has climbed to the peak, one level away from the artifact. Gu Lue, roughly, has the power of a quasi-artifact. It is not an ordinary quasi-artifact, but is connected to the bloodline of Xing Zhen.

Using weapons with higher levels will consume huge internal energy or spiritual energy. Bloodline connection is equivalent to being one, which is much easier in comparison.

The so-called ease is not absolute. Xing Zhen became a Silk Realm Warrior and Shenxiu Realm Divine Cultivator, which is too unremarkable. In an instant, his body was almost hollowed out.

A sword slashed down immediately, and the sword energy rolled out. It was like a big dragon circling or rolling like a torrent, with nothing to stop.

Before the sharp sword energy arrived, it seemed like the body of a python could be broken. It sensed danger and could not have the courage to resist. It did not care whether it would be buried alive, but twisted its body desperately to escape to the magma.

The black python had just submerged into it, and the boiling magma was divided into two by the sword energy. The body hovering in the magma was also divided into several segments by a sword energy.

The only drawback is that the black python avoided in time. The head was not hit by the sword energy, which was the most complete part left.

It’s not that the sword energy is not fast enough, but that Xing Zhen’s punishment after the first use of Kaifeng is not familiar enough. The accumulation time is too long to give the python a chance to escape.

Before the black python died, its body twisted in Huye Mountain. It was just a rock, how could it resist the tossing of the behemoth?

The mountain sways, and rocks of different sizes fall. As Huye Mountain is about to collapse, it will be buried behind the volcano.

He successfully killed the python, and a careless man was buried alive by the mountain. The two seniors, the master of martial arts and Fu Er Dao Ren, in the mountain, may not be suppressed by the coffin board that is laughed at if they die.

The two of them did not forget Xing Zhen, one left and one right to support him. What puzzled the two seniors was that in this hurry, Dandelion decided to give Xing Zhen a sip of sake.

These two people opened their way and escaped from the crater was quite smooth. Especially Dandelion and the puppy, they were happy to be free after following them.

The consumption this time was too great, and Xing Zhen's body was completely drained. Even if there were divine objects like Xiao Hulu, he would only recover some strength after escaping from the volcano.

Huye Mountain sinks a hundred feet, and magma flows out through the buried cracks of rocks. Soon, hundreds of magma rivers crisscross the outside of Huye Mountain.

Fortunately, in order to prevent the children from escaping, the prohibition set by the black python has now become a protective umbrella for the mundane people down to the mountain.

Huye Mountain is earth-shaking. Except for Huye Mountain, the smoke and dust that you see and the roar that you hear are constantly coming. Everything else is normal, and disaster has not come.

The children selected for the young father-in-law were protected by Jiang Heng, and they escaped from the deadly situation.

Ma Ruixue was protected by Heliancheng and Chen Qing, who had just ascended the throne. He did not regard him as the shortest-lived emperor in history, at least he is alive now.

The Imperial Guards, Crossbowmen and the Dragon Assistant Association who followed Ma Ruixue up the mountain died completely in the disaster.

This battle had a great blow to Mashou Kingdom, and the Imperial Guards and the Jianghu River were both injured. All members of the Yihuo Cult were also from Mashou Kingdom. After the battle, none of the others were spared except Jiang Heng led about 100 people alive.

Xing Zhen, who had replied to a little bit of strength, wiped the cold sweat and asked after the disaster: "What kind of monster is this? It's so powerful."

I thought I was growing in Longshou Mountain, but I knew countless snakes and shook my head, but I couldn't recognize the race of giant pythons.

The knowledgeable Bu Er Taoist explained: "The Fire Scale Python is not a monster in the Dragon Continent. I have read the records and it is a powerful tribe in the Wild Continent."

"They have two attributes: water and fire, and live in the ocean. They often like to entrench near volcanoes in the ocean. This monster has set its sights on Huye Mountain at some point."

After saying that, the Buer Dao Ren fell into deep thought.

Xing Zhen couldn't understand what the intention was, and was worried that the Fire Scale Python had other backup plans, and was afraid that the Buer Daoist was worried about his injuries, so he refused to tell the truth.

He clasped his fists and said sincerely: "Is there anything else? If there is one, please say it."

The Buer Dao Ren showed some embarrassment: "When I entered the palace with the order of Master Xing's Sword Sect, I promised to give the master a generous gift."

"Today in Huye Mountain, I was even more rewarded by Mr. Xing, and I saved my life. I originally planned to be gold, silver, and fine, and soft, but now I can't make it."

The Taoist became more and more embarrassed: "You know that I am a poor Taoist priest and have no rich family background. People must do what they say, but I am a little suspicious of being swollen and fat."

Xing Zhen smiled heartily: "I think it's better to give me two jars of Mashou Guo's specialty bar."

Dandelion echoed: "Yes, yes, just have wine, it's better than anything else."

"Wang Wang Wang" puppy is not to be outdone. He shakes his head and agrees with this statement.

"How can that be done? A few jars of wine make my country too cold. Don't look at our small country weak, we must remember the gratitude." The head of the Jiang family retorted and made up his mind to bury money.

Without the tension of the war, everyone relaxed one after another and had a lot of physical strength.

After hearing Jiang Yanling's words, if it were not for the identity of the master of swordsmanship, the Bu Er Dao Ren almost jumped and cursed.

He said, "You are rich and powerful in the Jiang family, so you can naturally say whatever you want. How can I compare to you as a poor Taoist priest? Don't stand and talk without any pain in your waist."

Jiang Yanling was not angry and agreed to himself: "The yellow and white things are too vulgar. I have a piece of fire cloud gold in my house. It is Huye Mountain at my feet. It is very high-grade and will definitely not lose my Jiang family's face."

I was afraid that Xing was so proud of his face, so I then told him: "If Mr. Xing doesn't accept it, he will look down on my Jiang family."

However, the punishment is really a problem, which almost made Jiang Yanling vomit blood.

"How much can Huoyun Gold be sold?"

It is almost a god-level material, and it is hard to get it for a thousand gold coins. Xing Zhen actually measured the yellow and white things, and Jiang Yanling was a little suspicious. Is this guy really a disciple from the Sword Sect?

He pinched his nose and said, "It costs about a hundred dragon patterns."

"Hiss" sounded continuously, and all of them were moved by the value of this piece of fire cloud iron.

Then Xing Zhen, who was so fond of money, agreed immediately: "Thank you, senior, I'll take it."

I was too excited for a moment and even forgot the self-worthy title of younger generations. Not to mention the disrespectful responses, he asked for them.

As a person from the world, Jiang Yanling prefers this kind of rough and directness. He is not angry but laughs happily.

"This is honest, I love to listen to it."

Others were happy, but Buer Dao, the initiator, had a bitter face. He shot himself in the foot, and he really regretted it.

He suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead and said, "I saw that Mr. Xing knows how to use talismans, and I guess he can carve talismans."

It's not a secret, so there is no need to hide Xingzhen. He nodded and agreed: "Yes."

The Buer Daoist suddenly turned sadness into joy, and his face smiled like a flower.

"I am not only a Taoist priest, but also a sorcerer. The so-called sorcerer is of course the one who creates the magical golden armor and some armor used by military and military forces."

"In fact, there is no separation between the sorcerer and the Taoist priest. The production of Shenyong's tailor-made armor is divided into two parts. One is to design various parts with drawings, and the other is to engrave the formation for various parts."

"The inscribed formation is the same as the Taoist carving of talismans, but it is just different runes. Since Young Master Xing can draw talismans, he can also carve formations."

"I have a book called "Shu Fu" here and I hope Mr. Xing will accept it."

Worried that Zheng Zhen really looked down on things like Shen Yong's tailoring armor, he continued to persuade: "If you don't have any skills, you will learn it. If you don't use it today, you may be able to use it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

In fact, Xing Zhen promised Dandelion to create a pair of boxing gloves for him. He was worried about the formation in this aspect and didn't know how to portray it.

This book of "Shu Talisman" is really a timely help, and it came too timely. However, when it comes to inheritance, Zheng Zhen cannot agree at will.

He declined, "Thank you for your kindness, senior, the gift is too expensive, so I can't agree."

The man from Buer glared: "Why do you think my "Story Talisman" is not valuable?"

Xing Zhen waved his hand quickly: "Senior misunderstood, it involves..."

Before Xing Zhen finished speaking, the man from Bu Er interrupted him and said, "I know you are worried. Isn't it just a matter of inheritance? Don't worry, I got this "Story Talisman" occasionally and has nothing to do with the master."

"And what I gave you is a rubbing. Even if I set up a sect, there will be an original copy passed down. If Mr. Xing doesn't want me to lose face in Mashou Kingdom, I must accept this book."

Zheng Zhen is in a dilemma, money and items do not matter, and there are too many magical and magical powers involved. It is really impossible to accept it easily, and the human relationship is too great.

The Buer Daoist saw Xing Zhen being hesitant and not vague. He immediately took out a yellowed book from his arms. He forced it into Xing Zhen's arms and pressed it down a few times. He was relieved to feel relieved after all the books were buried in his arms.

Bu Er Taoist is a poor Taoist priest who has no small amount of things. The "Shu Talisman" is carried with you and is rubbed and wrinkled.

If you have a bad appearance, you will be priceless without thinking too much about the things you recorded in. Xing Zhen couldn't refuse, so he had to hold his fists and thank him.

Seeing that Buer Daoist succeeded first, Jiang Yanling couldn't sit still. As the head of a family, he had a strong financial resources and could afford to buy something in a small amount.

The valuable things were naturally carried with you, and immediately took out a piece of goose egg-sized metal that looked like a fire and stuffed them into Xing Zhen's hand.

Since he agreed, Xing Zhen could not make up his mind. After thanking him, he smiled and took it.

Jiang Yanling, who had fallen behind, patted his waist. He looked at the Taoist Buer with great confidence and looked arrogant.

The latter understood the meaning and said dissatisfiedly: "It would be great if you have something."

The next moment, Taoist was stunned, and Xing Zhen flipped his wrist and the fire cloud gold disappeared out of thin air. It was undoubtedly another priceless thing.

I have experienced life and death together, and I can believe it even if I am not a friend. Xing Zhen did not hide it and put it away openly. The Buer Daoist was hit hard and secretly complained to himself that the disciples of the Sword Sect were extraordinary.

What happened here is the ban around Huye Mountain.

The level of the huge black python's divine cultivation was so high that it left a ban on Xing Zhen and others at a loss.

While he was struggling, Huye Mountain, which had been stable for a long time, suddenly vibrated again. Compared to the past, it was more violent, and it was really like the mountain was about to explode.

Sure enough, after a bang, the buried crater exploded, and rocks splashed and magma erupted.

"A group of ants, you will all die." A familiar voice came from the rocks. He was still arrogant and arrogant, treating others like grass.

Amid the smoke and dust, a huge snake head slowly appeared. It was cut off at seven inches, but only one snake head was left, which was scary.

Dandelion patted his forehead: "Damn it, I forgot to say it. Some snakes and the like will not die even if their heads fall."

Xing Zhen also regrets: "If the female ghost in Xianyin Mountain loses her head, she will not die, let alone the black python with a higher realm."

For a moment, everyone fell into despair. The internal strength of Zheng Zhen has not yet fully recovered, and the punishment cannot be used again.

The giant python's head that broke through the rocks approached everyone in an instant. It opened its bloody mouth, and there was still dry blood between its teeth.

This time the giant python will definitely attack with all its might, and there is no possibility of showing mercy. The gloom of disappointment hits everyone's hearts.
Chapter completed!