1887: C1887 Gift a Generous Gift(part I)

C1887 Gift a Generous Gift(part I)

Inside the practice room, Qin Sheng was sitting with his legs crossed. His Spiritual Sense was extremely sensitive, and he could already feel a strange Qi lingering in the air.

"Is it the Sinking Dragon Incense?"

Qin Sheng's eyes sparkled with a bright light. The corner of his mouth curled upwards slightly, forming a mocking smile. He had refined Myriad Tribulations Pill Emperor's inherited memory. One should know that Thousands of predecessors had a great reputation in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths when he was cultivating the Pills.

Even the strongest expert would only be able to see a half-step God Realm expert. However, he still had to achieve a lot.

"According to Thousands of predecessors's inherited memory, the Sinking Dragon Incense is divided into many levels. The level of the Sinking Dragon Incense shouldn't be too low, but it isn't as strong as I imagined. " A mocking expression flashed across Qin Sheng's face.

Clearly, in his opinion, this expensive Agarwood of Dragons was likely lit by Xiao Yun and Senior Sister, who had fled long ago.

"I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve. " Qin Sheng shook his head. The mocking expression on Leng Jun's face became increasingly dense.

The Sinking Dragon Incense was not weak or poisonous, but it was not difficult to make Fighter, who was below the Saint realm, fall into a deep sleep.

The problem was that this Dream Stealing Thief was too unlucky to have met Qin Sheng!

Putting aside the fact that Qin Sheng had Thousands of predecessors's inherited memory and had other ways to digest the Sinking Dragon Incense that was absorbed into his body, the most important thing was that Qin Sheng had cultivated the Nine Deathly Gods Art and was ready to die for the third time. He was immune to all poisons!

A mere Sinking Dragon Incense could never put Qin Sheng into a deep sleep.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss ~"

Sure enough, Qin Sheng's pores gushed out, crazily absorbing the Sinking Dragon Incense.

As soon as the Sinking Dragon Incense entered Qin Sheng's body, it was surrounded by the Nine Death Qi, and then refined into the purest elemental energy.

"Eh? This Sinking Dragon Incense can also be refined into Saint realm energy?"

Qin Sheng 'looked into his body and found that the large amount of Sinking Dragon Incense he had absorbed had turned into a black dragon after being refined by the Nine Deaths Qi.

"Absorb for me. "

Qin Sheng was pleasantly surprised. He circulated the Nine Deathly Gods Art and crazily absorbed the Heavy Dragon Incense.

"Boom!"

The entire warship shook violently. A vortex that could be seen by a naked eye was stirred crazily, and it was suspended above Qin Sheng's zodiac.

At this moment, Xiao Yun, who was wearing a luxurious spiritual robe, approached Qin Sheng's practice room unhurriedly.

She lit up the Sinking Dragon Incense once again. She was afraid that Qin Sheng would be a bit strange and have some kind of life-saving card bottom that could resist the effects of the Sinking Dragon Incense.

However, she was very confident as she pushed open Qin Sheng's practice room door.

"Yi, you really don't know the difference between life and death. You are still cultivating!"

Xiao Yun looked at Qin Sheng from afar and was a little surprised. However, she could sense that Qin Sheng had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Buzz ~ ~"

A phantom flew into Qin Sheng's forehead, causing him to tremble.

"Is it finally coming?"

Qin Sheng frowned. He knew that the dream thief was coming to steal his dream, but there was no panic on his face. Instead, there was a hint of excitement and bloodthirstiness on his face!

"Boom ~ ~"

It was very strange. The first thing Qin Sheng heard was a bell, followed by a scripture.0

"Nothing can be taken away, only karma!"

"You all have sins. If you don't want to endure the burning of the soul and fall into eternal damnation, then hand over everything you have!"

The sound of the scripture was very terrifying, filled with the Holy Decree. It was impossible for Fighter, an ordinary Saint, to resist it.

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