The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

Wang Lu's Yuanli wanted to wipe away Huang Xuan's essence and blood, but he found something blocking him. As soon as his Yuanli strengthened, a rebound force erupted from it.

A blood-red figure flew out from the red nail, and the red figure floated in the air looking at the two of them.

Zhao Hao saw the red figure that suddenly appeared, turned around and backed away, not knowing what happened.

However, Wang Lu didn't take it seriously, and stood there watching the figure that suddenly appeared.

The red figure looked at Zhao Hao and Wang Lu, and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be too extreme in doing things. This magic weapon doesn't belong to you, so don't force it."

Wang Lu still waved the white paper fan in his hand, and said, "Do I have to force it?"

"Stay on the front line when doing things, so we can meet each other in the future, and our 'Yinxuemen' is not easy to mess with!" The red figure said slowly.

Wang Lu sneered, and said, "I've never paid attention to the 'Yinxuemen'. If you want to threaten me, I'm afraid you're not qualified!"

The red figure laughed loudly and said: "Okay, very good, since the fellow Taoist is obsessed with obsession, when we meet again in the future, we will never die!"

"Am I still afraid that you won't succeed!"

Wang Lu waved his hand, and the red figure in front of him disappeared.

Wang Lu's spiritual power entered the red nail again, and he easily wiped away Huang Xuan's blood essence. He said to Zhao Hao, "Brother Zhao Hao, let me use a drop of your blood essence."

Without further ado, Zhao Hao took out a drop of blood and handed it to Wang Lu.

Wang Lu put Zhao Hao's blood essence into the small red nail, and Zhao Hao got in touch with the small red nail. He handed it to Zhao Hao and said, "This magic weapon will belong to you from now on. Remember to practice hard, and only when you fully grasp this magic weapon can it truly belong to you."

Zhao Hao found a red nail and said to Wang Lu, "Thank you, Brother Wang Lu."

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

To Wang Lu, this is really a matter of raising one's hand, without any effort at all, but to Zhao Hao, it is a matter of great significance. This is the first magic weapon he got, and the most correct thing he has done recently Even making friends with Wang Lu and getting to know him, Zhao Hao has gained a lot of benefits, and these are just the beginning.

Wang Lu gently shook the paper fan and said, "It's getting late, we should go to the next place."

Zhao Hao followed Wang Lu and left the peach forest, and walked in another direction.

In a cave hundreds of miles away from here, an old man is meditating with his eyes closed. The old man is wearing a blood-red robe, and his appearance reveals a sinister aura.

At this time, the old man opened his eyes, with a look of suspicion on his face, and said to himself: "The connection with the 'heart-piercing nail' was suddenly broken just now, what is the reason? The 'heart-piercing nail' was given to me by the old man. What happened to Huang Xuan's body-protecting treasure?"

As soon as the old man waved his hand, a light and shadow flew out of the cave.

After a while, a young man walked in and said to the old man, "Speak to Master, what is the purpose of summoning disciples?"

The old man said, "Has Huang Xuan come back?"

The boy said: "Master, Brother Huang Hai has not returned yet."

"How long has he been gone?"

"Master, Brother Huang has been away from the mountain gate for more than two weeks."

The old man pondered for a moment, then said: "Call your senior brother over here, I have something to say to him as a teacher."

The boy nodded and went.

After a while, a young man walked into the cave. The young man was wearing a gray-red shirt, dressed just like Huang Xuan. He walked up to the old man and said, "Tell Master, disciple Wu Wei came to report, but I don't know that Master summoned disciples. What's the matter."

The old man nodded and said: "I am a little worried about your junior brother Huang Xuan who has been away for so long. You go and find him and see if you have encountered any difficulties. He hasn't come back for so long."

Wu Wei said: "Junior Brother Huang is smart and capable. Most people can't get his attention. It's all because of him planning others. How can anyone scheme against him? Besides, he also has the treasure of protection given to him by his master. There will be absolutely nothing, Master is too worried."

The old man shook his head and said: "The old man thought the same way before, and you can rest assured that he can take his cultivation and character as a teacher, but just now, the 'heart-piercing nail' lost contact with the old man, the 'heart-piercing nail' There is a imprint of the old man in it, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to break through. Even if you get that magic weapon, you can’t use it if you don’t get the imprint. Now that I can’t feel the ‘heart-piercing nail’, the imprint must have been erased. Anyone with this ability is by no means inferior to this old man."

"Why is it like this? Master is sure there is nothing wrong with it."

"How could my teacher make such a joke with you, so I was wondering if something happened to Huang Xuan. His life doesn't matter, the most important thing is those things. All that has been done will be in vain.”

Wu Wei said: "Master, don't panic, disciples go and check to see if Junior Brother Huang is in trouble."

"You go, remember to bring things back."

"The disciple obeys."

After Wu Wei finished paying respects to the old man, he left the cave.

The old man looked at the entrance of the cave and said, "Disciple Huang Xuan, the teacher admires you the most. Don't let the teacher down."

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

boom!

Zhang Heng slid back a few steps, half kneeling on the ground, sweat dripping down his face.

Sitting under a tree, Wang Fugui was eating a banana with his legs crossed, and said to Zhang Heng: "Stop struggling, I told you that you are not their opponent, just hand over your things wisely, and you won't suffer any more." Some flesh and blood."

Zhang Heng was gasping for breath. His body was about to reach its limit. His body was already exhausted, and now he met such a group of people. If it wasn't for his willpower to support him, he might have already collapsed. Because he can't fall now, he knows what it will mean if he falls, and his sister is likely to die.

Zhang Heng's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he wiped off the blood on his face with a wave of his hand. He gritted his teeth and looked ahead. There were more than a dozen men in front of him, all of whom were at the level of 'qi creation'. He had just fought with them for a while. Fan, but his physical condition is very poor, and he can't win at all. It would be no effort to clean them up in normal times.

boom!

A ray of light shot towards Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng waved his arms to protect his body. The beam of light hit his arms, and his body retreated for a while.

As soon as Zhang Heng raised his head, a figure flashed by and punched him directly. This time, he didn't dodge and was hit to the ground.