Chapter 390

"Ding, qibaomiao tree strengthening + 15 success!"

After paying a visit to Ye Fan's separation, all the saints gathered on the first floor of the cast temple.

Moreover, zhunti has begun to strengthen impatiently.

The immortals on the first floor looked at the casting Temple shrouded in auspicious omen in a daze, and their eyes were full of shock.

"So many saints came to the temple of casting?"

The man is new. He doesn't know that the temple can attract almost famous saints.

Next to an old immortal God, Shen Gongbao despised him with contempt in his eyes: "at first glance, you are new. I don't know that the cast temple has four floors!"

"What? The fourth floor?" the man opened his eyes.

"That's right! We are only on the first floor now. Those heavens are sacred. They were on the fourth floor before, but you are too low to see them on weekdays!"

"Unexpectedly, I thought the temple was on the first floor. It should not be a powerful place...!"

The man's words fell, and the people around him immediately laughed.

This man is really naive.

Such a powerful cast temple is frequented by even the Taoist ancestors and the way of heaven. This man doesn't know.

The strengthened saint in front smiled, and the new immortal was innocent.

Only they know how many immortal gods can survive in the first floor of the temple?

All the saints sighed slightly, and the atmosphere in the temple suddenly became a little depressed.

After all, so many chaotic saints and heavenly saints, their power can affect one's spiritual world at will.

"Ding, kill immortal sword, strengthen + 21 success."

The leader of Tongtian cult did not strengthen the joy of success. This time, all saints in the sky had to participate in this immeasurable robbery. He didn't think how lucky it was to strengthen the immortal killing sword to the inferior Hongmeng Lingbao.

Moreover, the saints around didn't turn around and look at the leader of Tongtian cult. One by one, they were buried in strengthening their weapons and everything on them.

Some people strengthened their clothes from the inside to the outside.

All make it a congenital treasure.

"Kunpeng, do you know that you are really afraid of death!"

Zhen Yuanzi disdained Kunpeng's practice, and even put his clothes directly into the chaotic furnace in public to strengthen it.

Kunpeng glanced coldly at Zhen Yuanzi, with a sneer on his lips.

He didn't pay attention to each other. Kunpeng's wealth is the worst among many saints. It's not easy for him to become a saint. He can do anything to live.

And it's not a shame, is it? That's something that can be realized. The dead don't know what it feels like to be ashamed.

He stared closely at the chaotic furnace and dreamed of that sweet sound in his mind. As long as it could be strengthened, it showed that other things on him could also be strengthened.

Hum, the fire soared into the sky.

"Ding, Kunpeng feather coat strengthening + 1 success!"

Kunpeng's eyes shot a golden light, which could really strengthen success.

He looked at Zhen Yuanzi: "what did you just say?"

Zhenyuanzi's nose was constantly enlarged and narrowed, and he was a little embarrassed by Kunpeng's ridicule.

At the same time, all the saints looked at Kunpeng and the chaotic furnace in front of him.

"Unexpectedly, it can strengthen the armor refined by its own growth!"

Nu Wa sage's eyes were shining. She turned her head and looked at the snake tail hidden in her long skirt and the scales on it.

"Well, I'll try too. After all, there's a life-saving baby!"

Nu Wa sage threw his personal scales into the furnace.

"Ding, Nu Wa's scale strengthening + 1 success!"

She looked at the colorful scales and was completely excited.

Then he shed most of his scales completely and threw them into the chaotic furnace.

"Ding, Nu Wa's scale strengthening + 1 success!"

"Ding, Nu Wa's scale strengthening + 1 success!"

……

For a time, the sound sounded in the first floor of the cast temple was the sound of Nuwa's scale enhancement + 1.

"Can you still do this?"

Seeing that the saints did not return to the fourth floor and stayed on the first floor, the quasi saints came down from the fourth floor and were stunned by this scene.

"This is definitely the casting Temple taking care of the demon clan!"

Just ask, which of these scales, wings and claws is not unique to the demon family?

Roar!

A dragon roar came out, and the Dragon King of the four seas began to strengthen his own dragon horn.

"Ding, dragon horn strengthening + 1 success!"

"Ding! Dragon horn strengthening + 3 success!"

"Ding! Dragon horn strengthening + 10 success!"

In Kong Xuan's surprised eyes, Donghai Dragon King directly strengthened his dragon horn to the level of the best congenital Lingbao.

At this moment, the Dragon horn on his head is shining with cold light, and the Golden Dragon Qi is all over it. It is sacred under the winding.

"Brother, I didn't expect Longjiao to strengthen success!"

Several other Dragon Kings turned red. They felt that the day of their rise had come. All along, the four seas dragon race had been in a low position.

Being bullied by all powers, digging dragon liver and scraping dragon scales

But now they stand up.

Ao Guang walked up to Ye Fan with his golden dragon horn and worshipped deeply.

"Ao Guang, thank you, sir!"

Ye Fan said, thank me for what you have done. You are just lucky!

"Well, keep working hard!" but he can't say so. Otherwise, how can these guys willingly consume their original strength.

Ao Guang's dragon head became lower.

His eyes were full of gratitude. As expected, your honor was taking care of our dragon family!

On the other hand, Ao Qin, Ao run and other Dragon Kings also began to burn their dragon horns on their heads with the flame of the chaotic furnace and began to strengthen.

"Ding, dragon horn strengthening + 1 failed!"

Ao ran paused and thought, well, it doesn't matter for the first time.

His hands are placed on the furnace and then strengthened.

"Ding, dragon horn strengthening + 1 success!"

"Ding, dragon horn strengthening + 4 failed!"

Ao Ran's eyes were stunned. He immediately looked at the Dragon horn.

No!

Nothing!

His proud identity symbol is gone.

"This?"

The other two Dragon Kings around and Bao Ao Guang looked at Ao run's bald head.

They don't know whether to cry or laugh now.

The cry is that this is their brother who goes to the Dragon horn, but can you imagine a dragon king who has lost the Dragon horn?

Just like a cow without horns, the funny look is really very funny.

"Poof!"

I don't know who it was. I couldn't help it. I sprayed it.

Then the sound of HA HA was remembered on the whole floor of the temple.

Even the other three Dragon Kings twitched at the corners of their mouths and couldn't help shaking their shoulders.

"Ao run's Dragon horn is gone. Do the creatures in the sea under his jurisdiction still recognize him as the Dragon King?"

When someone thought of it, it was a burst of laughter.