"This baby must have a great background." Meng Hao touched the wooden sword and easily stabbed in. Meng Hao smiled foolishly and quickly picked it up. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

When he was happy, Meng Hao suddenly looked up and was stunned. He vaguely felt that the spiritual energy in the cave had become thinner for some reason, and even in just a short while, it would completely dissipate.

Although there is not much spiritual energy in his cave, it is impossible for such a situation to occur. You should know that spiritual energy is the breath that exists in the world, and it is mostly condensed in some Xiushan veins. The Koushan Sect is in this location, and it is impossible for the spiritual energy to be dispersed for no reason.

While hesitating, Meng Haoding concentrated his energy and carefully looked at the wooden sword. After a careful look, he suddenly looked down at the wooden sword, and his expression showed disbelief. He had already discovered that all the spiritual energy in the cave was sucked away by the wooden sword in such a short time.

"This... can this sword absorb spiritual energy?" Meng Hao was stunned. After a while, he slapped the storage bag and immediately a small piece of spirit stone appeared in his hand. After tens of breaths approaching the wooden sword, the spirit stone became dim.

Meng Hao hurriedly took away the spirit stone. Although he was heartbroken, his expression immediately became very excited.

"This sword... must be the treasure!" Meng Hao looked at the wooden sword in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he showed decisiveness in his eyes. He gently stroked his fingers with the wooden sword, and immediately a small wound appeared. At the same time, Meng Hao immediately felt his cultivation and immediately found that the spiritual power in his body spread out along the wound of his fingers at this moment, as if he could not stop it.

Meng Hao hurriedly held his fingers in his mouth, his eyes getting more excited. After a while, the wound healed. Meng Hao looked at Mu Jian with a foolish smile and his breathing was rapid.

"This sword is a treasure. When fighting with someone, you can scratch the opponent's body a few more times. I'm afraid that if I don't have to take action, the opponent's spiritual energy will dissipate and be slaughtered. Unfortunately, there are only one. If there are two, ten or even one hundred, the number of wounds that are scratched and the rapid dissipation of the spiritual energy will definitely be extremely amazing..." Meng Hao's mind was a scene of himself waving more than a hundred wooden swords and stabbing them all into Wang Tengfei's body.

He felt that the spirit stones he had spent on Heishan and his rank were worth it.

Thinking of this, Meng Hao took a deep breath and took out the bronze mirror.

"I don't know how many spirit stones are needed..." Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, but when he thought that the more swords the better, he immediately decisively placed the wooden sword on the bronze mirror. However, as soon as the wooden sword touched the bronze mirror, the mirror flashed immediately, and the wooden sword was sucked in in an instant. Meng Hao had never encountered this before, so he was stunned and suddenly grabbed the mirror to stop it, but the wooden sword had disappeared.

"How could this happen? The damn mirror, that is the sword I have brought with great difficulty. You... be calm, be calm." Meng Hao's breathing rapidly, forcibly calm himself down. He endured his nervousness. After thinking for a while, he took out a spirit stone and placed it on the bronze mirror. The spirit stone disappeared instantly.

"Huh? Could it be that the copying began?" Meng Hao's heart moved, and he picked up the spirit stone and put it in again with nervousness. As a result, one, two, three... Meng Hao's expression gradually changed, and his heart began to drip blood. The bronze mirror was like an invincible hole. Not long after, Meng Hao had thrown in more than two hundred spirit stones.

"Damn it, damn it..." Meng Hao wanted to give up, but he was unwilling to let go of the treasure. And he already understood that if he gave up this time, the bronze mirror would lose the ability to copy it before it was completed.

At this moment, I could only endure the heartache and throw out the spirit stone again, three hundred and four hundred, until one thousand pieces, Meng Hao's face was pale, and his hands that picked up the spirit stone were trembling.

"Is there any head? This broken mirror, you are robbing the spirit stone I just got." Meng Hao gritted his teeth and had thrown more than a thousand spirit stones. He could not give up. He had red eyes like a gambler and threw out the spirit stone again. Until he finally threw out two thousand spirit stones, suddenly, the mirror suddenly emitted a strong colorful light. This light had never appeared when it was copied before, but Meng Hao was already numb. When he looked blankly, the colorful light lasted for about half a stick of incense, and then gradually dissipated.

As the light dissipated, two identical wooden swords immediately appeared on the mirror.

Looking at Mu Jian, Meng Hao's face regained a little bloody color. He quickly grabbed it. Although he was inexplicably sad and inexplicably heartbroken, he could only comfort himself.

"It's okay, it's just two thousand spirit stones. What's the point? If the old ones don't go, the new ones don't come, it's worth it!" Meng Hao murmured gritted his teeth, but the words were very bitter. He quickly took away the bronze mirror and stopped looking at it. He held the two wooden swords and imagined the strangeness of this sword. He sat there and calmed down for a long time before he could barely even his breath.

He secretly made up his mind to be cautious before copying in the future. After a long time, Meng Hao put away the two wooden swords like treasures, especially the second one. In Meng Hao's opinion, it was not a sword, it was two thousand spirit stones... Especially the spirit stone was the big spirit stone I just obtained.

With a bitter smile, Meng Hao sat cross-legged there. After the spiritual energy in the cave recovered, his eyes suddenly opened and he took out the rice demon pill from the storage bag.

"Although I have just broken through to the fifth level of Qi Condensation, I don't know how much my cultivation will reach after swallowing this pill..."

Meng Hao looked decisive and took the rice demon pill into his mouth. When he closed his eyes, his body immediately roared. After the demon pill melted, it turned into an extremely rich spiritual energy, instantly submerging Meng Hao.

The degree of spiritual power is more than all the pills Meng Hao swallowed in the past, and it is impossible to compare at all. Like fireflies and bright moon, it exploded in Meng Hao's body at this moment. The powerful spiritual power swept across Meng Hao's body, causing blood to overflow from the corners of Meng Hao's mouth and his body tremble. But as he persisted, his elixir lake continued to expand, and the lake water inside became more and more, and after a moment, Meng Hao felt boundless.

However, every time it expands, there is an indescribable severe pain, which makes Meng Hao's body tremble more and more, his face is pale, and he bit his teeth tightly.

At the same time, the lake water was even more rolling, and the spiritual power contained in it was amazing, which made Meng Hao feel the rise of his cultivation in this pain. In the early stage of the fifth level of Qi Condensation, the middle stage of the fifth level of Qi Condensation, time slowly passed. I don’t know how long it had passed, but his cultivation level had reached the peak of the fifth level of Qi Condensation with the roar of the alchemy lake in his body.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Hao's mind blew, and his cultivation level instantly broke through the fifth level of Qi Condensation and entered the sixth level of Qi Condensation!

It was not the early stage of the sixth level of Qi Condensation, but until the middle of the sixth level of Qi Condensation, it gradually stopped. Meng Hao's clothes had completely become ashes, and only the storage bag fell beside him. At first glance, his body looked full of black dirt, as if he had completely wrapped his body in it. But if he looked closely, he could see that his body was actually crystal clear, as if there was a faint ray of light flowing, and he could see that at first glance it was extraordinary.

His hair has grown a little, and now it has reached his shoulders, and he is even slightly taller, as if his body is no longer thin, but has a slender meaning.

Although his face is still a little dark, he is more energetic and has an unspeakable temperament, which makes him feel out of the world.

The Dan Lake in his body rolled and filled his whole body. In the depths of the Dan Lake, the demon pills as big as rice grains were precipitated, but for some reason, it no longer melted, but was immersed there, motionless.

It would be fine if it was just that, but almost the moment Meng Hao's cultivation reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation, his mind immediately roared strongly. In this roar, a trace of vague inheritance actually scattered from the silent demon pill in Dan Lake, and rushed directly into Meng Hao's mind like a brand.

This is... a heritage from the blood of the ancient Yinglong. The dead Yinglong was not a powerful beast living in ancient times, but was just a relatively weak descendant young beast, but it still contained the sky inheritance of its ancestors. Before death, it hid its inheritance into the demon pill. The python originally planned to shed its skin and swallow it. Wang Tengfei also dreamed of it. After all, he had obtained essence and blood, so he was considered a true inheritor, but now... it was obtained by Meng Hao.

Meng Hao had a dream, and he dreamed of a sky and a sky. In the sky, he was flying, dominating the nine heavens. When he moved, the sky and the earth roared and the wind and clouds were rolling back.

In this sky, he is the overlord. All flying beasts trembled as if they had lost their qualifications to fly and let him kill him.

He is the monarch of the sky, he is the darling of the sky, and countless creatures on the earth worship it, as if it was a long time ago, so long that it was countless years ago.

The feeling of flying in the sky made Meng Hao crazy and even made him feel obsessed. He didn't know how long he had been flying, but he saw how many ferocious beasts retreated along the way, and how many creatures knelt down.

The wind is at his feet, the earth is at his feet, and only the sky seems to be unable to surpass him, as if he is with the sky.

Until a lake, when he looked down, he saw his body. It was a long dragon of tens of thousands of feet in size. His two huge wings, tens of thousands of feet in size, made his body look full of indescribable domineering vicissitudes.

The hideous head and long tail, all of this formed a supreme majesty, turning into a roar of lightning in Meng Hao's mind, as if tore open his mind and forming a sound.

"I am Yinglong, the ancient Yinglong!" This voice came out of Meng Hao's mind and spread throughout the world. The world trembled and all things roared. This is Yinglong from the ancient times. Although the real bloodline has dissipated in the world, its descendants are still some. Although they are fragile, this inheritance is divided into different descendants and contains them.

At the same time, in the Dongfeng Cave of Kuangshan Zong, Wang Tengfei's face was extremely gloomy at this moment. The anger in his heart made him almost crazy. The feeling of failure made him unacceptable. He kept trying to sense the other party's place and inheritance with blood, but he still found nothing until now, and this matter was incomprehensible.

"Have you found it?" After a long time, Wang Tengfei suppressed his anger and looked up at a young man in front of him. This person was one of the two people who were with Shangguan Song that day.

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