Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Qingyi, do you really think that I, Ji Mingkong, am a fool? Give me 100 million spiritual stones in exchange for more than 3 billion spiritual stones? Do you think you are the only one who knows what the divine stone is?"

Ji Mingkong's sneer sounded like he was extremely happy. It was obvious that he was extremely angry about Qing Yi's previous insult. At this moment, he felt relieved to vent his anger.

"It's not that I'm willing to waste so many black-hearted balls, but more than a hundred black-hearted balls self-destruct at the same time, which can last for a long time. Otherwise, are you qualified to let me consume so many spiritual stones?"

"Ji Mingkong, you bastard, a prodigal son!!!"

Qing Yi gritted his teeth. As he spoke, the Holy Spirit-level armor appeared on his body and was impacted by the pillar of fire. The armor was constantly dented, but it was obviously impossible to be destroyed.

Although there was armor, the force of the impact shocked Qingyi Hu's mouth, but it was not as serious as before, and it was considered a chance to breathe.

However, being in this pillar of fire seriously affected Qing Yi's speed. Seeing that the saint's skull was close at hand, he just couldn't get out.

"Hahaha, Qingyi, I'm so sorry, Ji just accepted this saint's skull with a smile!"

Ji Mingkong laughed and quickly passed by Qing Yi.

As he passed by, Ji Mingkong looked at Qing Yi with a sneer. It was this look that made Ji Mingkong's pupils shrink sharply.

I saw Qing Yi inside, flipping his hands and taking out a golden arm. This was indeed an arm, and it was a real arm, not an instrument!

From this arm, Ji Mingkong felt an astonishing pressure. That kind of pressure was not the crushing of the Dragon King Realm against the Dragon God Realm, but completely invincible, just like a god against a mortal!

Ji Mingkong's breathing suddenly became rapid at this moment. His eyes were staring at his arms, and a numb feeling emerged from his heart.

"What is this?!!!" Ji Mingkong screamed in his heart.

"With your strength, I could easily suppress you. I never thought that you would use such despicable means to make me use this god's arm. You are proud enough!"

Qing Yi's voice came out from the pillar of fire, making Ji Mingkong's mind almost explode.

"This thing is one of my trump cards. Use it once or less. It would be a waste to use it on you."

Qing Yi then spoke, and at the same time, he suddenly tore off a seal from the arm.

There were a total of ten seals on this arm, as if someone had placed a seal on it. At this moment, when this seal was torn off, the arm suddenly swelled, and in the blink of an eye, it became a hundred feet in size.

From a distance, one arm was actually a hundred feet long. The palm was more like a huge cloud, with five fingers like mountains. Instead of pressing down on Ji Mingkong, it went straight to grab the saint's skull.

"roll!!!"

Ji Mingkong gritted his teeth. He was about to catch the saint's skull, but he didn't expect Qing Yi to have such a method.

Although this arm was too amazing, how could Ji Mingkong give up.

After swallowing a pill that looked to be of a very high grade, the dragon's power exploded, turning into a big hand, and grabbing the saint's skull with the huge arm at the same time.

Everyone is staring at this scene. They have lost the opportunity and are waiting to see who can get the skull of the saint.

At this moment, it seems that the result is about to come.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two arms, one real and one illusory, grasped the saint's skull at the same time.

But at the moment they were about to catch him, a ray of light suddenly appeared outside the saint's skull!

This light was buzzing and could even reflect the two arms. There were countless runes engraved on them, densely packed like endless seals.

When the light lit up, the runes on it actually floated down on their own, turning into a ball of extremely dazzling light, which completely enveloped the god's arm and the illusory arm transformed by Ji Mingkong!

It was also at this moment that Su Han outside the cave suddenly opened his eyes.

"Has the ban finally been opened? It's been a lot slower than I thought."

"Boom boom boom!"

A roaring sound came from the light. There was no blood on the god's arm, but it seemed that most of the flesh and blood had been swallowed up, making it look much shriveled.

The God's Arm was blasted out from the light, and Qing Yi sensed something about it, and his figure flew backwards with a bang, spurting seven mouthfuls of blood in succession.

As for Ji Mingkong, the transformed arm was also annihilated. The right hand of the transformed arm was suddenly wrapped in light at this moment. Immediately, there was only a scoff, and Ji Mingkong's right arm was torn apart. Come down!

"ah!!!"

The severe pain caused Ji Mingkong, who had no time to react, to scream.

"Third Young Master!"

As for the people of the Ji family, their pupils shrank, their expressions changed, and they spoke worriedly.

"I'm fine!"

Sweat dripped from Ji Mingkong's forehead, but after the initial scream, he deeply tolerated it.

There was a hideous wound on that arm, which was torn off abruptly. It looked uneven and a lot of blood flowed out.

Ji Mingkong didn't care about his injuries. What he cared about was the saint's skull.

"how so?!"

This question almost arose in the minds of Qing Yi and Ji Mingkong at the same time.

No one expected that such a restriction would appear at the last moment. They could obviously remove the saint's skull, but the emergence of the restriction not only blocked them, but also caused them serious injuries.

Even though Qing Yi's injuries here are lighter, it is only relatively speaking. In fact, the injuries in his body are also hit, and even his cultivation is disordered, as if it will explode at any time.

If he hadn't swallowed a lot of pills at the last moment, maybe the cultivation would really explode.

"The gods...even if they die, they won't let us rest at ease!" Qing Yi stared at the saint's bones, showing deep fear.

"but……"

Qing Yi's eyes suddenly flickered, "According to what Senior Jiutianlou said, wherever there is such a light curtain, there is almost a 50% chance that there will be treasures. These saint bones must have been laid for him before death. Despite the restriction, their treasures...are still here!"

Thinking of this, Qing Yi felt strong greed in his heart. Even though he had suffered a loss just now, he still didn't care too much.

Relatively speaking, the saint's treasure is more precious than the saint's skull.

Although the skulls of saints have great uses, they don't know what their great uses are.

But the saint's treasure is a real treasure. Once obtained, it will soar to the sky!

End of this chapter