Weapon Master

Chapter 1887 - 200 million dao crystals

"Roar, hurry up, hurry up!"

Half a day later, in a lush forest, Long Jun was striding arrogantly in front with large strides.

Behind him, a few hundred meters away, the sword in his hand drooped down its head, as if it was following him listlessly like an angry wife. Its pair of eyes were filled with unconcealable indignation, sadness, and helplessness.

Long Jun turned his head back from time to time, feeling somewhat high-spirited.

That fellow actually wanted to kill himself after being imprisoned. He didn't even need to think about his master's methods. In front of him, one could just commit suicide if they wanted to. Thus, when his suicide was stopped, that fellow was forced to choose the second option given by his master, and a "Puppet Soul Seal" was planted in his soul.

As a result, that fellow became a puppet without any mishaps.

As long as he thought of this, Long Jun would feel greatly relieved and rejoice over his previous decision. If he hadn't sworn an oath to the Dao of the Heavens wisely, he would probably end up like that fellow. He swore allegiance, but as a mere servant, he was forced to plant a soul imprint, and was instead a puppet.

A servant, no matter what, was slightly better than a puppet.

This time, the mission that Master gave him and that fellow was to find as many Dragon Clan s as possible and capture them before sending them into Master's space. Their fate would be the same as the fellow who stabbed the sword with a 'Puppet Soul Seal', to be planted within their master's Puppet.

It did not have any psychological obstacles in accepting this task.

Although this "Heavenly Imperial Dragon Palace" was part of the Dragon Clan, this clan did not have any unity at all. It could be said that it was common for natives of the Dragon Clan s to discriminate, humiliate and reject against those from the lower realms who had ascended to the heavens. There were also plenty of battles and bullying between the natives of Dragon Clan s and natives of the lower realms.

Long Jun had been undergoing tribulation and tribulation for thousands of years already, and it had taken him much effort to reach the peak of the intermediate Heavenly King Stage.

In regards to this, it had long since been deeply dissatisfied. Even if the rest of the Dragon Clan s died, it would not feel any guilt.

Not to mention that the mission this time was led by it. As for how it was done, that fellow with the sword pierce would have to listen to its commands. The rest of the puppets that appeared in the future would also be led by it.

While thinking, Long Jun looked back and saw that the sword tip had already descended several thousand meters. He could not help but become furious: "You little reptile, is it still a Gale Sword Dragon? Running even slower than a Spirit Chasing Golden Ant is simply embarrassing your clan, the Gale Sword Dragon! "

"You …"

The sword thrust forward with an indescribable anger. If it was before, this bastard would never dare to speak to it like this.

"You what, hurry and get over here for your father!"

Seeing the appearance of the sword stab, Long Jun was overjoyed, clenching his claws and laughing wickedly, "If you can't move, then your elder can help carry you!"

"..."

The sword prick took a deep breath and looked hatefully at Long Jun. It forcefully suppressed the rage in its heart and stealthily increased its pace while concealing its speed ….

… ….

Within the space of the abode, Supreme Mystery Temple.

"Jiu Ling, keep this dark mark with you. You may have to use it again in the future."

Tang Huan looked at the little black dragon between Nine Spirits' brows and couldn't help but laugh.

If not for Long Jun's sudden appearance, the Nine Spirits' mark of darkness would have been refined long ago. After Long Jun provided information and determined that Xiao Budian was in danger, Tang Huan and the nine spirits were in a hurry to cultivate and raise their cultivation. The two of them had actually forgotten about the matter of refining the Darkness Seal.

If it wasn't for Long Jun being in danger this time, Tang Huan and the other nine spirits would probably still be focused on cultivating within the "Primal Chaos Origin Crystal", and wouldn't be aware of this point.

However, with the Pterosaur and the Gale Sword Dragon outside, there was no need to rush to refine the Nine Spirits' Darkness Mark. If he kept it, maybe he would need it in the future.

"Alright, I'll listen to big brother."

Nine Spirits nodded, then started dancing in excitement, "Big Brother's idea is still the best. With Long Jun and the sword thorns working together, even the most powerful of the intermediate Heavenly King Stage Dragon Clan would be able to capture him. As long as the number of peak Sky King Dragon Clan s under their control increase, they will be able to capture a Dragon Clan of the upper Sky King level. "

"When there are many Dragon Clan s of the Upper Sky King, capturing one or two Dragon Children is definitely not a problem … That sword stab is an aboriginal Dragon Clan, and has a higher status in Dragon City. It will definitely be able to contact a lot of Dragon Clan experts, and I estimate that before long, it will be able to give us a pleasant surprise. "

Yeah, half a year ago, when we suddenly found out that Xiao Budian was in danger, we were thrown into disarray.

Tang Huan sighed lightly, and said with some regret, "If they had started following this method half a year ago, then I reckon that they would already have numerous peak-stage Heavenly King Realm Dragon Clan, and would be able to attempt to capture an Upper Sky King rank Dragon Clan. Fortunately, it's not too late now."

"I used Jianxin's soul force to condense some 'Puppet Soul Seals'."

His voice paused slightly, then Tang Huan continued, "Long Jun and the experts of the Dragon Clan that are caught by the sword thorns, just dealing with them with Jianxin will do, after all, we still need to focus on our cultivation. No matter how many Dragon Clan puppets there are, they can only help us out sometimes.

Nine Spirits nodded and said, "Big Brother, I have to go outside to cultivate. After training for half a year, the amount of life force in the corridor to the chaos nectar was beginning to run out. If he continued to train, all he would draw upon would be the life force of this estate-world. Although it's a bit dangerous outside, it's more suitable for cultivation. "

"Alright, be careful."

Tang Huan hesitated for a bit, before agreeing, "If there is any danger that Long Jun and the sword stab cannot handle, do not try to be brave, and immediately enter the Illusory Sword Heavenly Palace."

"I'll be careful."

"..."

After instructing her for a while longer, Tang Huan finally got Jianxin to send her out of the cave. With Long Jun and the sharp sword as protection, and Jianxin constantly watching over her, she should not encounter any mishaps. After a while, Tang Huan once again entered the "Primal Chaos Source Crystal" and fused with the mental sculpture.

In half a year, Tang Huan's number of dao crystals had increased from one hundred and fifty million, to one hundred seventy-seven million. Only two million remained, and that was the limit of a lower heavenly king. With such a large amount of power of primal chaos, Tang Huan was extremely confident and confident in being able to attack a middle level Sky King.

Time passed bit by bit …

"Roaaaaaar!"

Suddenly, a low growl interrupted the serenity by the side of the Supreme Profound Lake. The instant a ten-thousand-meter-long giant dragon with a snake-like neck fell from the sky, it was trapped by the spatial cage. Its body was riddled with wounds, and its ability to resist was extremely weak. It had only struggled a few times before it was completely imprisoned.

It didn't take long for the colossal dragon to be sent out of the cave. A "Puppet Soul Seal" had already appeared in the depths of its soul.

"Two hundred million Dao-Crystals!"

Inside the mind sculpture of the "Primal Chaos Origin Crystal", Tang Huan couldn't help but feel a hint of joy at the bottom of his heart.