Stunning Spirit Master

Bang!

The floating dragon's head was hit hard, as if it didn't know the pain.

It was so fierce and fierce that Ye Guilan and Zhunian opened their mouths at the same time. They both had the same idea.

Doesn't it hurt?

Bang bang!

The huge pointed head of the floating dragon was raised again, and it hit the space passage heavily.

Buzz——!

As it violently impacted, the surrounding space force trembled tremendously.

It was like the calm lake surface was knocked out of its water hole, and the ripples spread out, hard and fast.

Ye Guilan was directly knocked away by this force. Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough. Just as she was about to fly out, her body instantly hugged the base of the wings behind Zhu Nian.

Bang--!

The floating dragon butts its head very slowly, one after another, and each blow is very powerful.

If it keeps hitting this space channel, it won't go away.

Seeing this scene, Ye Guilan raised her lips and smiled, and she said that her luck would not be bad.

The collisions were further apart each time. Zhu Nian felt the fluctuations of the collisions and quickly instigated his wings to move further away.

The big head of the floating dragon keeps falling, lifting, and hitting, and it will not stop until it breaks.

Somewhere, when the floating dragon struck for the first time, a pair of eyes quickly opened in the darkness.

Inside, what was surging was blood-like red.

The pupils seemed to be born from blood, and shone with a strange red light.

In the darkness, something slid across the ground. It sounded huge.

"Wuzhu, is Wanqi Wujiang back?"

A very young voice sounded in this space. Although it still had an immature tone, its tone was completely ruthless and mature.

Like an old man who has been reborn after thousands of years of hard work.

In the darkness, Wu Zhu's figure appeared. It was not his real body, but just the residual influence of a spiritual energy.

"Your Highness, he has already returned from the waters."

"It's not him."

His Highness murmured, "The space channel on the other side of the water, the strongest one, is under impact."

"What?! Your Highness, how is this possible? That passage is not...!"

"What's going on between the twists? Go over and take a look."

In the darkness, the blood-red eyes slowly closed and stopped speaking.

The influence of Wu Zhu's aura quickly dissipated, and somewhere, Wu Zhu wearing a long robe walked out from the depths of a cave underground.

He walked barefoot, and the road was covered with blood.

He walked up with bloody footprints, and the light shone down. His long black hair hung behind him, like a small waterfall, glowing slightly under the light.

"Has the profiteer returned?"

He stopped at the entrance of the cave, and two figures came quickly from elsewhere, one on the left and one on the right kneeling beside him.

"It's back, Master Wu, do you want to call it over?"

Wu Zhu sneered, "No need, I'll go there myself."

He couldn't summon him even if he wanted to. This traitor was just like Wan Qi Wujiang, not loyal enough to His Highness, and all for his own purposes.

There are several such beings in the Black Soul Palace.

If His Highness hadn't needed their abilities, how could he have kept them alive!

Wu Zhu flew through the air with a gloomy expression, and soon arrived at the entrance of a cave. He lowered his eyes and looked at the traces of dragging at the entrance of the cave. He smiled coldly, dropped from the air and walked in quickly.

"Not bad, this is in good condition."

"It's a bit of a loss to get this back, but it doesn't matter, you can still make a profit."

"Hey hey hey, this time it's okay, there's no one who can't win."

A plump figure was sitting on the ground, with a pair of shining animal eyes staring at the things in front of him. They were filled with treasures, and each one looked like they couldn't put it down.

But after hearing some slight movement, his chubby arm swept across in one swift motion, and all movements disappeared into thin air.

Wu Zhu's figure appeared behind it.

The figure sitting there turned around, the eyes on his chubby face turned into slits with a smile. It was a certain fat man who had done business with Ye Guilan several times.

It looked at Wu Zhu and stood up with a smile, "I just came back and Lord Wu came over. He really didn't let me have a moment's leisure."

Wu Zhu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he looked at the fat man in front of him who was a little wary, and said coldly, "Don't think that anyone is interested in those rags of yours."

A certain fat man smiled and nodded, "Yes, yes, Master Wu is not an ordinary person, so naturally he won't be interested. Why would you come to me if you are not interested?"

The smile on the fat man's face was even brighter, but his words were cold and thorough, "Is it possible that you came to me to chat and spank?"

The eyes that were originally narrowed with a smile have been opened, and the beast pupils inside are shining with a dangerous light.

A certain fat man chuckled softly, "Master Wu, time is limited, you'd better..."

The smile disappeared, and a certain fat man straightened his body, staring at Wu Zhu with his beast eyes, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, let it go."

The corner of Wu Zhu's mouth twitched. He was one of the four, and it was enough to be ridiculed by Wanqi Wujiang. This profiteer was just a fantasy dragon. Why on earth did it—!

Wu Zhu's anger kept jumping from the bottom of his eyes, and finally he suppressed his poor self-esteem.

If he can be favored by His Highness, he will naturally not be an ordinary magic dragon.

Everything is for His Highness.

"You should still have Zhu Ling's blood there."

A certain fat man was stunned for a moment, his smile began to build up again, and his narrow eyes appeared again, "I am asking, if you want to go to the warp, you should go to Mr. Wujiang, what are you looking for me for?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Give me Zhu Ling's blood and I'll go to the twisted room. This is His Highness's order."

"Since it is His Highness's order, I will naturally give it to you. What happened between the distortions?"

The fat man started to take out something with a smile, and soon a bottle of thick Zhuling blood appeared. Wu Zhu stretched out his hand, but the fat man withdrew his hand holding the bottle.

"It's His Highness's order. It's none of my business. I won't give it to you in vain."

Wu Zhu suppressed his anger again. He didn't understand why His Highness would value such a guy.

"Profiteer, what do you want?"

A fat man's smile widened, his other hand reached out, and he said without blinking, "Phantom spirit species."

Wu Zhu's temples jumped hard several times, what do you want with this thing?

"Three phantom spirit seeds, this is for you."

A certain fat man shook the bottle in his hand with a smile, and added, "If you ask me, it would be more cost-effective for Lord Wu to go to Lord Wujiang. If you don't cut your flesh, you won't feel bad. At most, your self-esteem will be humiliated."

Wu Zhu's forehead tensed up, and he stared at the fat profiteer in front of him, with the corners of his mouth raised coldly.

He took out a box and threw it directly.

Xiaopang quickly grabbed it and opened the box, his eyes completely lit up.

Three phantom gods, my aunt is waiting for me, here I come!

The fat man didn't say much and immediately threw the bottle over. Wu Zhu took the bottle in his hand and turned around to leave, not wanting to talk to the fat man for another word.

"Master Wu, welcome to visit us next time~"

A certain fat man raised his hand and smiled in greeting.

Wu Zhu walked out of the cave, looked at the vial of thick blood in his hand, and took a deep breath.

"Master Wu, why didn't you kill that fat man?"

The two people just now appeared again, "With Master Wu's strength and status, it dares to make such sarcastic remarks."

Wu Zhu turned around, took a look, and jumped into the air.

One of them, one of Wanqi Wujiang, on the day when His Highness does not need them, he will deal with them with his own hands!

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