Wu Ming looked at the dragon turtle intercepting in front of him and his expression appeared a little surprised. The opponent's qi and blood were like a small sun, with huge Yang Gang and vast and vast. He was definitely a great monster at the level of the Martial Saint.

The dragon turtle floating on the river was calm and full of grasp. He looked at Wu Ming with mercy and said fiercely: "Don't think of summoning his fellow disciples to come and save him. The Martial Saint condensed the true meaning of Yang Gang. With a drink, all the laws will be destroyed. You can still spare your life if you offer Taoism."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming laughed. The monster was cunning by nature. I am afraid that even if he joined the Dharma, the other party would break his promise without hesitation. He happened to be unable to collect the resources, so he simply killed him.

A third-level monster has treasures all over his body. The extracted dragon vein true blood can also promote his dragon horse to the third level.

Hurry!

A crystal blue pot bowl poured out a huge stream of water, and a total of five hundred shrimps, soldiers and crab generals came out along the flow, occupying the entire sea surface, densely packed, forming a formation to form a large cloud of demonic energy.

Wu Ming activated the magic weapon to bless him. His breath surged, and he had already formed the Yin God in the interior, and he easily controlled this huge power.

When the dragon turtle saw the other party's cultivation level soaring to its magical power in front of it, he was stunned.

The vast demonic energy array was overwhelmed by the dragon turtle's figure, and the dragon turtle's feet tall made a crackling sound, as if it was under huge pressure, and its qi and blood were compressed within three feet and could not move.

Wu Ming shouted loudly, and a three-foot black and red sword light flew out, and the powerful magic power was injected into the Yinsha Sword of Mother and Child, urging its power to the extreme, and it condensed into a shiny red line, quietly wiping the dragon turtle.

Condensing the sword into silk!

At least it takes a magical cultivator to use it, and it is the gatekeeper method of most sword immortals.

The dragon turtle felt the fatal danger and roared and struggled desperately. The vast blood of energy rose, the burning red flames soared into the sky, and the gray-black demon fog dissipated.

It was immediately delighted and was about to avoid it, when suddenly a ball of red smoke swelled up in front of it, and its mind was full of fantasies. It seemed that it dreamed that it had entered the secret realm, obtained inheritance, and cultivated into an ancient demon, and then reached the peak of dragon life.

But the next moment, the dragon turtle was shocked, and the blood in his heart surged, wafting away the fog in his mind, and then he came to his senses.

Unfortunately, it was too late. A trace of red thread gently brushed across the dragon turtle's tall body without any signs. The humanoid body suddenly trembled, the dragon's head fell down, and his vertical pupils widened, as if he was dying with his eyes closed.

Wu Ming let out a long sigh, his face pale, his breath fell, and he couldn't control the sword light condensed into silk thread.

Rumble!

The black and red sword light that slashed through the dragon's head continued to expand, and finally released dozens of feet of sword light as thick as a bucket to bombard the river surface, turning into countless sword energy intertwined and swept up a terrifying water tornado.

Puchi, several monsters around were affected and directly killed and crushed.

It seemed that the dragon turtle was solved in one simple move, but Wu Ming activated the power of three advanced magic weapons to the extreme in one breath. Even the people in the divine channel had to avoid their sharp edges, not to mention the careless half-baked dragon turtle.

Wu Ming took a while and the spiritual energy in all directions quickly poured into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the magic power he drained continued to recover. 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 clear out the remaining dozen second-level monsters, he activated the [Taisu Flag] and rolled towards the corpses of dragon turtle floating on the water.

Suddenly the headless corpse actually moved again and rushed towards Wu Ming in the air.

Dong!

Tai Su waved a white light and hit the dragon turtle's body. It was broken by the vigorous qi and blood, and dissipated into strands of white mist and clouds.

But then a three-foot sword light roared, slashing on the hard scales that flowed through golden light, making a bang. Taking advantage of the blood energy of the body protection was brushed off by the Taisu Qi, it left deep blood marks, and the huge impact force contained knocked away the ferocious headless corpse.

"Sure enough, the Martial Saint, seeing that the god is not destroyed, even if he dies, he can force a remnant thought to control the corpse and fight."

Wu Ming sneered, and did not fight with him. Instead, he adopted a gamble method. It took a long time to mess up the surrounding rivers, and the dragon and turtle corpse fell down with exhaustion.

He opened his magic eyes and saw a unique strand of red and gold energy that was the third-level creature dissipated. At this time, the dragon turtle was considered to be truly dead.

However, before Wu Ming could relax, a wisp of red gold mist overflowed from the majestic and burly dragon turtle corpse, with some magnificent and grand meaning, flashed in the air and pounced directly on the Taoist.

"What is this?" Wu Ming was startled and confused.

Buzzing, then he felt a refreshing breath, and the colorful energy above his head spread. As Hou Zhu and Chi De Jian trembled, the whale swallowed this strand of red gold energy, and was nourished and improved a lot, especially the original illusory tenth ban on Chi Xiao Jian suddenly became solid.

"It's luck! How could I draw it?"

Wu Ming's eyelids twitched straight, and the red gold mist was a mixture of [human fortune] and [dragon tribe heaven fortune]. Since the ancient Taihuang, the human race has been governing the long river in history. In addition to accumulating a huge human fortune, it is specially used to reward the younger generations who control water.

There are also the fortune from the heavenly way that was usurped by the destiny of the heaven, expelling the dragon clan, and suppressing nature.

These two kinds of luck are the first prizes of the Dragon Vein Dharma Assembly. The Taoist who refined can have a skyrocketing cultivation and great fortune, but generally they can only be obtained after suppressing the Long River disaster.

Wu Ming's mind was like lightning. When he recalled the origin of the Chide Sword and Sui Houzhu, he was a little surprised. The former was a humanitarian magic weapon, while the latter was a dragon pearl treasure. It was like a magnet meeting a metal and was naturally attracted to it.

Moreover, if a dragon turtle becomes a third-level monster, it has a trace of the dragon clan's fortune. If it kills it, it can plunder the fortune and humanitarian rewards.

When his Dharma Eye observed the Chide Sword that had condensed the tenth ban, he was extremely excited and returned to the quasi-spirit treasure. If it burns the luck of the Hou Zhu, it will be no problem to kill the magical power with one blow.

Spirit treasures can be considered as high-level combat power in the Han Dynasty, but they must condense more than fifteen restrictions. In addition, they condense the spirit of the weapon to be considered true spiritual treasures. Each one is based on the Taoist foundation, and the soul hosts it invincible.

As for the ten to fourteen levels, they are called quasi-spirit treasures, after all, if there is wisdom, they are called "spirit" treasures.

"If I keep hunting third-level monsters and refining my luck, wouldn't I be carrying two spiritual treasures and make up for each other, and I can activate the limit output without the cultivation of the soul, which is equivalent to the combat power of a complete real person."

Wu Ming thought about it carefully and found that this was possible.

After checking two treasures of luck, Wu Ming turned his eyes to the dragon turtle. With a roll of magic power, the huge dragon head fell into his hand. He held it in one hand and held up the red dust incense lamp with the other.

A ball of beating flames emitted wisps of light red smoke poured in from the seven orifices of the dragon's head.

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

Unexpectedly, this dragon turtle was really lucky and encountered a secret realm left by a real dragon.
Chapter completed!