Chapter 1124: The Death of True Flame

Suddenly, a very bad feeling surged up in Longpan's heart.

This kid had a smile on his face, but his words were unambiguous. This kind of monk is probably the most ruthless person who can kill without blood.

The fundamental reason why Black Dragon Zhenyan's soul is difficult to separate is that his condition is still very good.

Although he was suppressed on the spot, his strength was still there.

This is the fundamental reason why Sun Hao's soul-absorbing technique cannot be used.

That being the case, it's so simple, first find a way to greatly weaken the strength of Black Dragon Zhenyan's soul, or at least make his soul exhausted, and then do it.

After thinking about it again, Sun Hao carefully recalled some of his attack moves against the soul, and began to brew a plan in his heart.

Heilong Zhenyan saw that Sun Hao was thinking and brewing, his heart beat, and he started cursing long ago, hoping to distract Sun Hao's attention.

The current black dragon, Zhenyan, is like a fish on a chopping board, there is no other way except to pray that Sun Hao doesn't have too many ways to concoct himself.

Alien objects from heaven and earth are born, and they often experience natural disasters and man-made disasters to truly gain a foothold in the world.

Now, Black Dragon Zhenyan has regarded Sun Hao as the biggest disaster of his birth, and only hopes that he can survive this calamity.

Sun Hao thought for a long time, a faint smile appeared on his face.

With a flick of the wrist, the Doutian stick appeared in his hand.

When it comes to dealing with spirits, Sun Hao felt that the Doutian stick that was inserted into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness like a pinning sea needle that day should be quite powerful.

That day, when Sun Hao hadn't refined the Doutian stick, his soul seemed to be struggling, locked up and unable to move, and his best friends, Jian Baiduan and Du Jiu, were in poor condition and their spirits When their consciousness was sealed, they died in battle in the Burial Sky Market.

Holding the Doutian stick in his hand, Sun Hao felt something in his heart, and couldn't help but think of those friends who passed away. He stroked the stick lightly and sighed leisurely.

Seeing that Sun Hao took out the fighting stick, Long Pan couldn't help but screamed, "Sun Hao, Chen Xiang, you can't stab me with this stick again, if you stab me a few more times, my The main body will be greatly damaged, when the time comes. Even if you strip the soul, you will not get much original fire..."

He knew that Sun Hao's stick was very powerful, and in his current state, he really couldn't stand the endless stabbing.

Sun Hao smiled slightly: "Senior, don't be impatient, Chen Xiang knows what to do."

Long Pan yelled: "Sun Hao, your mother is so shady, you are obviously trying to torture me, but you still laugh so naturally, mother. How could I offend such a cruel person like you..."

Sun Hao ignored him, moved his consciousness, sank into the Nascent Soul, felt the Doutian stick with his heart, and said in his heart: "Small, small..."

The natal magic weapon refined by a monk often has some ability to change, but usually, the structure and size of the natal magic weapon are difficult to change, but the higher the level of the magic weapon. The more powerful magic weapon, often has some strange supernatural powers, such as Sun Hao's Sumeru Ning Kong Pagoda, which can transform into a mini tower. It can also change the current huge tower with a height of hundreds of feet.

The level of the Doutian stick is unknown, and its origin is even more a mystery, but it is undeniable that the strength of the Doutian stick is definitely not under the Xumi Ningkong Pagoda.

Sun Hao felt that this Doutian stick should have a certain ability to change.

yes and no. Just try it out.

Among the Yuanying, Sun Hao conveyed the idea request of "small point, small point" to the Dou Tian stick in his hand.

Then, his eyes brightened and he realized that the Dou Tian stick in his hand had really become smaller.

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Sun Hao was overjoyed, and kept saying: "Small, small, no matter how small, no matter how small..."

The Doutian stick in his hand changed in response to the sound, and kept shrinking back, getting smaller and smaller.

Even the black dragon Zhenyan Longpan forgot to curse Sun Hao at this time, and looked at the Doutian stick in Sun Hao's hand, which was shrinking rapidly.

This stick is amazing.

Can a monk's talisman change like this?

What's more, is the little thief's talisman the divine tower in the sky? Or this strange stick in his hand?

Why does it feel like both are similar, and both are so powerful.

To be honest, if it weren't for these two magic weapons, he wouldn't be suppressed on the spot like he is now, unable to move.

Now, what is Sun Hao planning to do by turning the stick into the size of a toothpick?

After a series of "little little things", Sun Hao found that the Doutian stick in his hand had reached his ideal state.

At this time, the Dou Tian stick had turned into a thick toothpick, pinched in Sun Hao's hand like a large embroidery needle.

Waving his hand, Sun Hao called out to Luo Mei: "Mei'er, your female celebrity is pretty good, tell me, what kind of skills does this female celebrity need to pay attention to?"

Luo Mei looked at Sun Hao in surprise, and giggled: "Master, Meier's female red is the supreme skill in refining leather armor, but it cannot target the soul of a monk."

Long Pan was startled for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Sun Hao said with a smile: "Meier, but it's okay to say, female red needles, how to use force, what are the precautions."

It would be impossible not to ask for advice, Sun Hao was holding a Doutian stick like an embroidery needle in his hand, and suddenly he didn't know how to use his strength. If the stick was too strong, it would really hurt the source of the black dragon's true flame and fire, which would be terrible.

Luo Mei saw that Sun Hao asked again, but she knew that Sun Hao really needed the skills of female reds, so she giggled and said: "Among female reds, there is embroidery. Embroidery is the most important word. Master, your thumb and Hold the rear end of the needle with the index finger, lift the needle up, infuse true essence, rub it slightly, and the thin needle will rotate, rubbing, rubbing..."

Under Luo Mei's guidance, Sun Hao rubbed his true essence with his fingers, and the thin needles formed by the Doutian stick turned faster and faster.

Seeing the thin needles that had turned into a ball of golden light and shadow, Longpan felt very bad in his heart.

Luo Mei praised Sun Hao: "Master is amazing, you can learn everything at once. If Master needs it, Meier is willing to teach Master how to refine peerless leather armor..."

When Sun Hao thought of the scene of refining leather armor with a fine needle in his hand, he couldn't help laughing, and shook his head with a light smile: "Forget it, I just need to know how to use the needle. Chen Xiang's leather armor is charming. Just refine it."

Luo Mei suddenly realized that she really forgot to refine a dread leather robe for Sun Hao, and said with joy, "Okay, I will help the master refine the leather armor as soon as I have time, wait, I will Absolutely, I will refine a piece of heaven-shattering peerless leather armor for you master."

Sun Hao smiled slightly: "Thank you Meier, Meier has a heart."

After Luo Mei was taken into Xumi Ningkong Pagoda, due to being injured by Satsuma, she lacked part of her soul and her personality changed drastically. In addition, she followed Sun Hao out of the Burial Sky Market, and she also gained freedom in a different way. It feels good, but It is gradually and truly integrated into Sun Hao's group.

Now that he proposes to help Sun Hao refine leather armor, Sun Hao will naturally not hurt her enthusiasm, and Sun Hao is also full of expectations for her leather armor.

At this time, Luo Mei looked at the thin needle in Sun Hao's hand that was spinning faster and faster, and said, "Master, look ahead, find the target, bend your middle finger, flick..."

According to Luo Mei's statement, Sun Hao aimed at the inverse scale of the black dragon Zhenyan's dragon-shaped body, and flicked his middle finger, which landed on the bottom of the high-speed rotating Doutian stick.

The needle-like Doutian stick flashed and flew out.

Long Pan was frightened and tried desperately to twist his body, but he was suppressed so hard that he couldn't move.

With a bang, the thin needle made by the Doutian stick passed through the back scale of the black dragon Zhenyan.

The dragon-shaped body of the black dragon Zhenyan trembled violently, and the earth-shattering "嗤呜" scream of the dragon pan came from the sky.

The cry spread far away.

The monks on the big and small sea ships felt a wave of fear, and bursts of panic surged in their hearts.

That black dragon was beaten again by Master Chen Xiang.

How miserable it was.

What is it like to feel the pain in the depths of the soul? Today, Long Pan had a deep understanding. The pain made him desperately want to twist his body to relieve it, but unfortunately, his body was restrained and unable to move.

He also desperately wanted to twist his soul to think about other things to relieve it, but his soul seemed to be sealed, and he could only endure the boundless pain for life.

As soon as Sun Hao stretched out his hand, the Doutian stick penetrated the flaming body of the dragon pan, and flew back. With two fingers rubbed together, the Doutian stick spun again, with a calm smile on his face, Sun Hao said softly: "Senior, please be safe!" Don't worry, let's continue."

Pain into the soul, pain into the bone marrow.

But Longpan knew that he could only bear it.

If I can't help it, then what awaits me is probably the bottomless abyss where the spirit and soul are stripped away.

In the sky, the terrifying screams of the dragon pan could be heard from time to time.

On the sea, the monks looked at each other.

A monk will experience many things in his life.

But like this time, witnessing the strength of the black dragon, and then hearing the screams of the black dragon, this kind of feeling is really mixed.

Sun Hao's means may be very bad, and the monks also vaguely sympathize with the black dragon, but there is no monk who dislikes Sun Hao, let alone plead for the black dragon.

Winners and losers, that's all.

Moreover, Lord Chen Xiang may only have this method to truly get rid of the black dragon.

If the black dragon really escaped from birth, maybe in the future, everyone will suffer a catastrophe.

But he can't be merciful.

The miserable cry of the black dragon spread throughout the sky above the black dragon sea area, echoing for a long time.

This is the monk world. (~^~)