Fighting the Martial Universe

"Is your young master imprisoned here?"

Zhang Mofan asked Wang Dalong.

The spring water of the Holy Spirit of Life, that is the only thing that can repair the Dragon Ball, and it also has a lot of spring water of the Holy Spirit of Life.

Now, he finally heard some news about the Holy Spirit Spring of Life, so naturally he didn't want to miss it.

Although he doesn't have much possibility to escape from here at the moment, it is impossible for him to let go of any chance.

Wang Dalong nodded and said: "Our young master is indeed being held here, and, in the dungeon of purgatory, he has become the overlord of one party, and his survival value has reached more than ninety points."

"Oh? Can you take me over to see him?"

Zhang Mofan asked.

"What do you want to do? I don't dare to find him, otherwise, the survival value that I have worked so hard to accumulate will be cleared again."

Wang Dalong said: "Moreover, we are all prisoners now, but death row prisoners. There is no difference between the tribe. Everyone is fighting to get rid of the death penalty. Our young master will execute the death sentence next month. Up."

Because of the execution of the death penalty, this month, the young masters of the Black Dragon Clan are all fighting frantically, wanting to increase their survival value to one hundred.

However, this is also very difficult.

The Young Master King of the Black Cold Flood Dragon Clan is already at the ninth level of the Great Sage’s strength. Among the purgatory dungeons, it is one of the best, and no one knows that no one knows his strength in the entire purgatory. In the dungeon, it can be ranked in the top three or even the top five.

Therefore, ordinary people don't dare to provoke him at all, and no one will give him survival points stupidly.

"Then he can collect 100 survival points in the remaining time?"

Zhang Mofan asked.

Wang Dalong shook his head and said: "It's difficult. Many people know that he is executing the death sentence next month, so they all stay away. Even the men who followed him before have all left him."

In the past, Wang Jing still had his hands on it. Now, where would those subordinates dare to follow him? Maybe he was directly disabled.

Although it is almost impossible for many warriors to leave the purgatory dungeon, they do not want to be maimed.

"You take me to find your young master now."

Zhang Mofan ordered.

"No, I'm not going."

Wang Dalong's face clearly showed a look of horror, and said: "If I take you there, he will definitely maimed us. I still have a lot of survival points on me, but I don't want to just disappear."

"If you don't take me over, I will maimed you now. Moreover, this cave is sealed all around, and the purgatory guards may not be able to notice. If I strike harder and kill you, then don't Blame me."

As he spoke, Zhang Mofan exuded an extremely fierce aura, crushing the past, like a monstrous flood.

Suddenly, the four Wang Dalong felt the tremendous oppression. It was hard for them to believe that a Martial Artist of the Second Order of Great Sage actually had such strength.

"You can let me take you there, but I won't meet him. He won't be merciful when he sees anyone now. If you go to him, you will die."

Wang Dalong reminded.

In his opinion, Zhang Mofan went to him to find him, it was simply to die. It is difficult for him to understand why Zhang Mofan did this. You must know that all the people in the dungeon of purgatory avoided him. Zhang Mofan just wanted to find him. It's moths fighting the fire.

A person who is about to execute the death penalty in less than a month, but will recklessly collect one hundred survival points.

"Without further ado!"

Zhang Mofan yelled, showing his majesty.

Immediately, Wang Dalong and the three left the cave with Zhang Mofan and attacked in one direction.

This purgatory space is full of potholes and basins, and you can see ancient caves everywhere. Many of those caves are equipped with formations, and there are groups of prisoners practicing in them.

Although, in the dungeon of purgatory, there are no resources for cultivation, but with years of battle and the strong vitality of heaven and earth in the dungeon of purgatory, one can also improve.

Even some great saints with potential are faster than practicing outside.

Wang Dalong took Zhang Mofan and tried his best to avoid those caves and walked cautiously, lest he might encounter other prisoners.

at this time!

At the other end of the purgatory dungeon, there is a cave. Around the cave, there are four powerful men, all of the strength of the ninth rank of the great sage. They have sacrificed their fighting spirits and descended, some turned into giant monsters, some turned into gourds , There are also things that turn into sleepy days.

In an instant, the violent attack fell crazily, breaking the formation of the cave, and finally the entire cave collapsed.

A middle-aged man in a prison uniform burst out from the inside, hovering in front of the four, and sneered: "You are really bold. You dare to attack my cave? The four great ninth-order martial artists, just Can you compete against me?"

"Wang Jing, you are going to execute the death sentence next month. We all want you to die. In this way, there will be one less competitor in the dungeon of purgatory~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and we heard that you are practicing in retreat. Holy martial arts, are we so likely to make you a peaceful cultivation base?"

One of them grinned.

This time, they did not intend to defeat the King Realm. They only came to destroy the King Realm’s cultivation, so that the King Realm’s strength could not be improved, because once the King Realm’s strength increased, their ninth-tier warriors would really suffer. Up.

Killing a warrior in the same realm can add a survival value.

"You are here, then don't think about leaving."

Wang Jing was completely angry, surrounded by ghosts of flood dragons, and finally rushed to one of them fiercely. With a wave of his hands, two huge black dragons phantoms entangled each other, and gathered terrifying holy power.

That great ninth-tier warrior, displayed his fighting spirit, and turned into a huge three-tailed fox. Facing the oncoming attack, the three tails behind him slammed away.

boom!

The terrifying collision caused shocking movements all around, and the three-tailed fox, being shocked, backed back again and again, before he could stabilize his figure.

A huge Black Demon Flood Dragon has descended. This Black Demon Flood Dragon is much more majestic than Wang Dalong’s real body of fighting spirit. As soon as it hits, it opens its mouth wide, and a large amount of cold current jets out directly, freezing the three-tailed fox. Up.

The other three strong men saw this scene and wanted to rescue them, but finally gave up, saying: "King Realm, if you are good, you just wait for the execution."

Putting a word down, the three of them ran away.

As for the three-tailed fox, being torn apart by a few claws of the Black Demon Flood Dragon, the real body of the fighting spirit was destroyed in an instant, and the powerful ninth-ranked Great Sage also fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

"How can you be so strong?"

The strong man looked around, did not see the appearance of the purgatory guard, his face also showed obvious fear.