Chapter 1113 Pot Spirit

Chapter 1113 Pot Spirit

And Feng Xi stepped out of the giant chariot.

The object behind him suddenly turned into two wheels on the road.

Internal display operation.

In response, the golden light covered him and he transformed into a golden-armored god.

Wearing golden armor and a flower crown on his head, Bing Fengxi raised his hand fiercely and shouted out the Taoist formula.

The two wheels evolved into billions of rays of light in the Tao breath, completely merging the heaven and the earth into one, as if time and space were frozen into one layer, and only he could move freely.

"collapse!"

As soon as the thought comes, the law will be spit out.

The void made a faint sound.

Ji Yingchen, who was inside, immediately found that his road was blocked.

It seemed as if the world was 'frozen'.

The body-protecting aura turned into starlight and shattered, and he couldn't help but panic.

How could he defeat Erhua's Bing Fengxi if he was not Luo Shentong's opponent.

Lord Dao said that the divine weapon contained the Yin Qi of the Styx, which could be used to dye Luo's supernatural power, but he didn't know if it would work against Erhua's Binding Tin.

Now that the situation was critical, he had no choice but to activate the 'magic weapons' in his sleeves.

The magic weapon has spirit and shines brightly.

The 'freeze' that was sealed with tin was instantly overturned, and the black mist covered the sun and the sky. However, the world was turned upside down in an instant, and then a white jade-like jade hand poked out from it.

Pushing out with a palm, the golden light that sealed the body with tin disappeared without a trace, and the golden armor on his body completely decayed and fell.

Feng Xi was horrified and hurriedly sent out billions of light wheels, but all of them were eroded by the divine light. He yelled: "Damn it, what tainted my divine weapon?!"

A roar broke away from the mist, and Feng Xi revealed his true form.

It is a golden pig with a head and a tail.

"Are you going to lose?" Luo Shentong was stunned for a moment.

His eyes were fixed on the battle situation.

Why did Bing Feng Xi, who had the upper hand just now, suddenly show his true colors to resist?

A Erhua Dao Lord shouldn't be so weak.

When he saw the black mist, Luo Shentong narrowed his eyes.

Fear flashed in his eyes.

Fortunately, I didn't take action.

The black mist released by Ji Yingchen will stain his blood magic.

If he takes action again, he will only lose faster than Feng Xi.

"Sea-covering pot." Taoist Lord Huo Ya said with a solemn expression, "One of the ancestral weapons of the Nether Clan."

"It turns out to be that treasure."

King Yaksha suddenly realized and said: "This is the ancestor of the weapon spirit of the Nether Clan, the Three Flowers in their prime. If it is that treasure, I think it will be dangerous for me to become a fellow Taoist."

Wu Rong, who was sitting on the throne, frowned suddenly. He was about to say something when he noticed the change in the evil aura around him.

The faint mist turned into a cloak and fell on the demon god's shoulders, revealing his true form.

A hoarse voice then sounded: "Item Spirit."

Wu Rong looked in shock.

The battle situation in Yuantian has already been decided, and the sky and the earth became colorless after Fu Hai Ke took action.

Revealing and sealing the tin is like a pig stuck in a quagmire and losing its strength. Even the road carrying it is polluted. It is estimated that it will not be long before it is overturned and completely taken away by the sea pot.

But what surprised him even more was the excitement in the eyes of the master beside him.

In his impression, although his master was strong, he was not warlike. He was more about solving problems with strength.

He thought it was the weapon spirit's excitement after seeing the same kind.

Not really.

Tu Shanjun was indeed excited to see the 'Weapon Spirit', but he didn't want to fight, but wanted to know the source of mana of other Weapon Spirits.

Such opponents are really rare.

He has never seen other weapon spirits since he became enlightened, and has only heard of their names.

No weapon spirit will share its secrets.

Not to mention revealing the source of his magic power.

Now that the opportunity is rare, of course he must be excited. This may be the key to solving the source of the soul flag's mana.

"Master, I'm afraid that the Dao Lord of the Nether Clan will be around in the void." Wu Rong lowered his voice.

He will definitely take action.

If they don't show sufficient strength, it is impossible for the Underworld to watch the underworld unify the northwest.

"I've found him."

Tu Shanjun's eyes were calm and his voice was hollow and hoarse. He turned his head to look at Wu Rong and said, "Xigui Guixin, your cultivation should be completely stable, right?"

Wu Rong smiled: "I can't hide it from you."

"good."

"The moment the upper reaches of the Styx came under my control, my fate was completely stable."

While speaking, he looked up at the sky. He didn't know if he was truly destined, but since he had reached this point, he must bring something to the world.

‘If you have the intention to do good, you will not be rewarded even if you do good; if you do not have the intention to do evil, you will not be punished even if you do evil. ’

‘It’s for fairness. ’

Wu Rong stood up slowly.

The great king of destiny inherits the destiny.

This is the way he should go. No one instructs or guides him. It is his own choice.

If he had any other wish after having his own place to live, perhaps it would be peace in the world.

…

"Oops."

"Oops!" Feng Xi panicked. He had already recognized the 'person' who had taken action. To be precise, it was not a person, but a magic weapon.

The ultimate divine weapon spirit that is comparable to Sanhua Daojun.

Once it is put into the pot, it will be turned into a mist in a short time.

Ji Yingchen was also stunned. He really thought it was Lord Dao Dao's 'magic weapon', but he didn't expect it to be the ancestor of the sect.

Quickly salute.

He had only heard of his ancestor's reputation before, but had never seen him in person. When he didn't want to see his ancestor, he was the one who faced Linhai City.

Ji Yingchen was overjoyed, his eyes flew over, and he sneered: "Hmph, Bing Feng Xi, you are also an unparalleled power, a hero of the generation, you just surrendered to the underworld if you don't want to make progress, now you can predict your end."

"Those who offend my underworld will be refined in the pot and turned into a ball of Yin Qi!"

Bing Fengxi did not dare to howl and concentrated on resisting the refining of Fuhai Pot.

He also felt regretful.

Why was he so eager to show off? If Luo Shentong had fought, he would have won this killing disaster.

I am afraid that his Taoism skills will not be preserved.

After thinking about it, it is better to escape from the soul and reshape the body.

He hurriedly said to divert the other party's attention: "Don't be arrogant, there are also three flowers in the underworld!"

Xiong Yingchen was about to challenge, and sarcastically said: "I am afraid he dare not take action."

"Come if you have the guts!"

Huh!

The fog disappeared and the clouds cleared.

The coolness suddenly touched Bing Fengxi's neck. Bing Fengxi screamed in agony, and his heart was in chaos. He thought: "It's bad, it's already melted to the neck."

"If I don't give up this body, I'm afraid I can't leave."

Before his soul left his body, he found himself pulled out of the mire with a slap.

Jinzhu Bing Fengxi looked down.

Surprised, he turned his head and looked.

Shocked.

It turned out that the coolness just now was not the body that had melted, but the palm of someone else. The blue-white ghost hand grabbed his neck and pulled him out, and he also got out of the mist mire.

Look at the owner of the ghost hand again.

Green face and fangs, red hair dancing wildly.

Wearing the robe of hell.

The ground where the iron boots stepped on turned into solid ground, and even the turbulent mist seemed to be a herd of beasts that dared not move forward, like a whirlpool of mire returning to a flat state.

The large and small double pupils rotated slowly.

A yin-yang grinding wheel hung behind him like a wheel of merit, and when it turned slightly, it emitted a subtle echo of the Great Dao.

The two pig heads sealed by Bing Xi let out a breath of foul air.

"Thank you, Great Dao Lord!"

The pig's trotters bowed and saluted.

He flew away from the blue-white ghost hand.

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, turned his eyes, and his eyes that contained life and death seemed to be looking for the "kind" hidden in the mist from fast to slow, and his fangs moved slightly: "Daoyou, since you are here, why don't you meet?"

Xiong Yingchen stared at Tu Shanjun who was making a move as if he was facing a great enemy.

He couldn't see the Dao light and mysterious breath around Tu Shanjun at all.

It was like standing in front of the abyss with no end in sight. In the blink of an eye, the abyss disappeared as if it had become the sky, and he even had a faint fear in his heart.

He used the visualization method to activate, and the strange image appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Please ask the ancestor to refine the enemy!"

Huh!

Black fog covered the sun, and dark breath covered the sky.

The heaven and earth were transformed into a cage in an instant.

The Fuhaihu poured out a river of the underworld.

The river water instantly covered Tushanjun's iron boots, and the originally turbulent water flow solidified into one, as if Tushanjun standing there was originally a part of the river water, and now it was just taken away by the river water.

The steaming river mist completely enveloped Tushanjun.

"Will the ancestor also lose?"

The Great Sage in the crowd exclaimed.

They just took refuge in the underworld. If they lose so easily, then they are obviously on the wrong boat. At that time, they don't know how much resources they will have to pay in exchange for the forgiveness of the underworld.

The mood of anxiety spread among the crowd, and even the Daojuns who were granted the title of marquis were affected.

You look at me, I look at you, and look at each other.

"No!"

Elder Qiu blurted out angrily, shouting: "The ancestor will never lose!"

He believed in Tushanjun's strength.

The remaining gods prayed secretly: "Don't lose."

Click.

Click.

Master Ruzang turned the rosary in his hand and made a Buddhist salute with one hand.

He still hadn't found his mother, so the sixty-year agreement was renewed. He didn't want Tushanjun to lose. This battle was about whether the underworld could unify the northwest and whether it could go further.

If he lost...

Ruzang shook his head slightly. He couldn't think of what the ending would be.

But he would stand with the underworld until the last moment.

"Do you want to show up so much?"

Tushanjun raised his hand and flicked it.

The mist and the sky suddenly exploded.

His eyes focused: "I found you!"

He stretched out his ghost claws and grabbed forward.

The time and space in front of him seemed to overlap.

It wasn't that Tushanjun stretched out his hand to grab, but the moment Tushanjun stretched out his hand, the time and space intertwined and pushed the person he was looking for to this position.

A grip.

Boom!

The space exploded.

The spirit of the Fuhai pot appeared in the void.

It was a woman wearing a veil, with beautiful eyes like clear water and evil spirits, and a black dress that outlined her graceful figure.

Frowning, she asked, "How did you break my Styx formation?"

Tu Shanjun asked back, "Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking others?"

"I have a question, I wonder if you can answer it for me first?"

Fu Hai Qi Ling shouted angrily, "You are so rude!"

"If you retreat quickly, I can spare your life."

"If you don't tell me, I will come and see it myself." Tu Shanjun strode forward.

He stretched out his ghost hand again.

He went straight to the head of Fu Hai Ke Qi Ling.

He obviously wanted to show the true colors of the old devil and perform the soul-searching technique.

"How dare you!"

Fu Hai Ke Qi Ling was furious.

The Styx was fully raised.

The formation rotated to refine this void into the world inside the pot.

There will be another chapter later.