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Nine rays of lightning gathered into a beam and slammed on one of the scepters. A cold air burst out from the scepter, and thousands of ghosts struggled out from it, screaming and howling. Each ghost had hundreds of years of practice, turning into various warriors and generals, wearing armor of ghost spirits, holding various weapons evolved from spiritual energy, forming a ghost army to fight.

However, the roar of lightning and the masculine power could easily annihilate hundreds of ghosts with the cheers of dozens of fire dragons that were hundreds of feet long.

After a lightning light passed, the flames swept across the body and the ghost was completely purified.

Tens of thousands of ghosts were completely wiped out in just a moment.

Sun Ang was secretly shocked. Although he saw the problem and returned alone to find the reason, he probably wouldn't be able to destroy these scepters even if he found the reason.

Just these army of ghosts is enough to destroy a city!

He couldn't help but look at the third-level alchemy master beside him, his heart full of emotion. No wonder the master would rather abandon everything than pursue the almost vague possibility!

The alchemist is so powerful.

The lightning and flames in the Thousand Thunder Fire Dragon Cover completely restrained the power attributes of the scepter and could turn a city into a scepter of a dead city, which was simply vulnerable to him.

Compared with the Thousand Thunder Fire Dragon Cover that is thousands of feet high and covers the entire mountain valley, Mr. Qingqiu looks extremely small, like a mosquito flying around an elephant, not worth mentioning at all.

However, such a powerful Thunder Fire Dragon Cover is in the hands of such a "small" human being. Thousands of thunder are scattered and the fire dragon fights. After the Yin Spirit Army is completely destroyed by the lightning, the scepter can only compete with the fire thunder with its original body. Nine hundred-foot-long fire dragons pounce on it, and a snake plate entangles the scepter.

Boom boom boom boom!

Nine thick thunder lightnings condensed from the Thousand Thunder Fire Dragon Cover, and then incredibly twisted the nine hard thunder lightnings into a stream, turned into a giant thunder sword, descending from a hundred thousand feet above the sky, and stabbed hard onto the scepter.

A high-frequency vibration came from the scepter, like a scream of death, and then it shattered with a bang in the purple lightning in the sky.

The fragments were constantly burning in the purple light that reflected the world, and finally turned into ashes, without any possibility of "regeneration".

But unexpectedly, after the blowing, the cold force in the scepter quickly dispersed among the other eight scepters.

Mr. Qingqiu's eyes flashed with anger, and he snorted coldly and his fingers together, and a faint but extremely sharp light of inspiration was revealed between his fingers.

Sun Ang saw that it was a needle!

However, the needle that was used as a killer weapon by a third-level alchemy master must be extraordinary. Sun Ang was suddenly full of expectations. Obviously, he had destroyed the scepter just now but escaped his power, which made Mr. Qingqiu feel that he had been swept away.

The remaining scepters seemed a little scared and broke out one after another.

Flashes of high-frequency vibrations buzzed, and the scepters seemed to be communicating with each other. Then, all the Yin spirit warriors were released on each scepter, and hundreds of thousands of Yin spirit warriors filled the entire Thunder Fire Dragon Cover with a shout.

Even the third-level alchemy weapon was supported and became a little bigger.

But Mr. Qingqiu didn't care at all. His eyes were bright and he stared at the Thousand Thunder Fire Dragon Cover. A faint golden light appeared on his pupils. Through the hundreds of thousands of Yin Ling warriors, eight scepters were clearly found.

Swish!

His fingers suddenly lit out.

Sun Ang saw the straightest and brightest light that he had seen so far in his life. His first feeling at that time was that the heat of this light could even melt in half!

Of course, this is just his own feeling, but it can also illustrate the shock brought by this "needle".

bite--

A light sound came from the Thousand Thunder Fire Dragon Cover, very slight, just like the sound of a needle falling to the ground. However, the roar of hundreds of thousands of hidden thunder warriors, the roar of thousands of thunder warriors, and the roar of the fire dragons clearly came out.

Very pleasant, it seems to be a refreshing relief.

A scepter was originally hidden among countless ghost warriors, but at this time it fell dimly on the ground. A fire dragon roared over and swallowed the scepter into its belly. The fire surging and completely burned to ashes.

But this time, there was no cold amount spreading to other scepters.

The remaining scepters became even more anxious and urged the Yin Spirit Warriors to continuously attack the surroundings, but they encountered a third-level alchemy master. The Thousand Thunder Fire Dragon Cover was extremely strong. With his own strength alone, hundreds of thousands of Yin Spirit Warriors were restricted to the inside.

Mr. Qingqiu had a cold face and was not ruthless. The needle flew out again and again, and crisp "ding" kept coming from the ghost. Every time a scepter fell down and was directly swallowed by the fire dragon and burned to ashes.

Only one scepter was left, it was the largest in size and released the most ghosts. But at this time, it seemed embarrassed and anxious.

The "needle" between Mr. Qingqiu's fingers became more sharp and brighter. The scepter kept flashing and dodging, interspersing among hundreds of thousands of ghosts, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

Mr. Qingqiu did not take action immediately, but asked, "Are you an evil spirit among the hundreds of races?"

Even in the Age of the Hundred Clans, the Evil Spirit Clan is a strange and vicious existence. They are not many, but they are best at conspiracy and destruction. During the Age of the Hundred Clans, there were several classic battles of victory and loss reversal, all because they made a mistake.

Their skills are strange, but their own defects are also very obvious. They are the existence of the soul-powered spiritual body and must be parasitized on objects or creatures.

In the later period of the Hundred Tribes, they gradually declined and rarely appeared, and were considered completely extinct.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, another evil spirit clan appeared.

A frequency of begging was released from the scepter, and Mr. Qingqiu asked coldly: "Where did you come from? Are there other evil spirits?"

The scepter just begged and refused to say anything else.

Mr. Qingqiu snorted coldly, and his finger suddenly pointed out, ding!

The scepter was constantly shaking and begging, but suddenly stopped.

boom--

All the ghosts were blown up, and the earth-shaking negative energy formed a huge storm. Mr. Qingqiu lifted his palm, and the Thousand Thunder Fire Dragon Cover trapped the terrifying energy storm and flew to the sky.

Above hundreds of thousands of feet of sky, lightning and thunder suddenly burst into lightning, and all kinds of cold and cold breaths spread violently.

Mr. Qingqiu pondered for a while, not knowing what he thought of, and then waved to Sun Ang: "Go and go back."

...

Mr. Qingqiu's whereabouts were strictly kept secret. When he returned to Taehyun City from the Qixi Mountains, Sun Ang was surprised to find that Mr. Qingqiu took him to pay two portions of money, mixed in an ordinary caravan, and walked slowly.

Mr. Qingqiu nodded: "Yes, almost everyone is like this. In fact, everyone thinks that the alchemy weapon master is very powerful, but they don't know why the alchemy weapon master is powerful."

He further explained: "The alchemy weapon is a divine weapon, a talisman seal, and a spiritual pill."
Chapter completed!