Chapter 668: Jiuji Divine Cauldron, Tianwu Immortal Slaughtering Formation

The blood-colored gourd was a little dissatisfied with Yi Chu's decision. However, before he could vent his dissatisfaction, a suction force from the hands of the King of Golden Bell sucked the blood-colored gourd into his palm! The moment the King of Golden Bell sucked the blood-colored gourd into his hand, his spiritual sense looked at the blood-colored gourd.

Yi Chu was ready. Once the Golden Bell Dharma King discovered something, he quickly took action and gave his strongest blow to the Golden Bell Dharma King. Although there was no soul-transforming banner, Yi Chu believed that even if he suddenly attacked, even if the Golden Bell Dharma King had recovered his previous cultivation level, he would be very injured if he was caught off guard!

"Dad, don't worry, this gourd is my body. No matter how powerful his spiritual sense is, I don't want him to know anything, he can't know anything!" After the blood-colored gourd returned to his calm, he said to Yi Chu confidently.

Yi Chu was half-believing and half-doubted about the words of the blood-colored gourd. When his spiritual sense was turning and he wanted to think about a safe way, the aggressive spiritual sense of King Jinzhong flew past him not far away.

Yi Chuda breathed a sigh of relief when he was not discovered. But just as he was secretly glad, he suddenly found that the divine thought suddenly became sacrificed and refined in this blood-colored gourd.

The King of Golden Bell actually wanted to sacrifice the blood-colored gourd?

Yi Chu couldn't help but feel furious! Although he laughed and scolded the Blood-colored Little Gourd, the son of Blood-colored Little Gourd was the one that he cared about the most among his magic weapons.

How could the King of Golden Bell refine this blood-colored gourd? This is absolutely unacceptable! Just when Yi Chu's divine thoughts were turning and he was about to attack King of Golden Bell, the little blood-colored gourd that seemed to understand Yi Chu's intentions smiled and said casually: "If you want to refine me, the King of Golden Bell is too far away, so don't worry, dad."

Seeing the blood-colored gourd so confident, Yi Chu felt relieved. As his mind turned, Yi Chu seemed to suddenly think of something and asked: "Child, can you divide it into a spiritual consciousness, so that King Jinzhong feels that he has refined you. This will not only reduce the danger, but also allow him to carry it with him. This great emperor's tomb is very dangerous. If there are people like King Jinzhong who take us freely in and out, it will be of great benefit to us."

"Of course there is no problem with this. I can disguise myself as a storage magic weapon, hehe." The blood-colored gourd suddenly chuckled as he spoke.

Just as the father and son finished discussing, the voice of the Blood-Crafting Ancestor suddenly came from outside: "Jin Zhong Dharma King, that blood-colored gourd is the magic weapon of my Blood-Crafting Sect. Please return it to me quickly!"

"Okay, the Blood-Crafting Ancestor. We have been acquaintances for many years. As soon as you stick out your butt, I will know what you are. Don't you know what kind of guy you are? Let me tell you, this gourd was obtained from this emperor's cave. If you want to make up your mind, you have to pass my level!" King Jinzhong did not buy the Blood-Crafting Ancestor's account at all. He snorted coldly and then pushed back.

The Blood-Crafting Ancestor was not surprised by the answer from King Jinzhong. He immediately snorted coldly and said, "King King Jinzhong, this little gourd is a masterless thing. It cannot be said that you picked it up, it is yours." Although the Blood-Crafting Ancestor did not know the origin of the blood-colored gourd, with the reaction of the Blood-Crafting Ancestor, the Blood-Crafting Ancestor felt that the blood-colored gourd must be of great origin.

King Jinzhong looked at the Blood-Creating Ancestor who wanted to do something, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face and said, "Ancestor, you are right, but now this blood-colored little gourd has been refined by me, and he should be mine." As he spoke, King Jinzhong slapped the blood-colored little gourd and said "Check". The broken armor instantly sank into the belly of the blood-colored little gourd.

"It's really a good storage magic weapon. Hehe, use it in the future." King Jinzhong looked at the Blood-Crafting Ancestor with a deliberate provocation and gently patted the blood-colored gourd in his hand.

Although the blood-colored gourd is disguised, all its qualities have not been reduced much because of the disguise. King Jinzhong Dharma King is an old monster who has been famous for many years. Although he cannot discover the extraordinaryness of the blood-colored gourd for a while, he is concerned about the blood-colored gourd.

The Blood-Cultivation Ancestor watched the blood light spew out of the gourd's mouth, and his expression changed even more. Just as he was about to take action, several auras were like long rainbows, and they came straight from the passage.

"It seems that someone is here again! There are many magic weapons in the tomb of the Great Emperor. Although this blood-colored gourd is strange, it is not worth it. Now the people who are planning to fight this tomb of the Great Emperor are not just us, but we should enter the emperor's bedroom first." The Nine-son Yin Demon God's light flashed and headed towards the Golden Bell Dharma King.

After obtaining a magic weapon for nothing, King Jinzhong naturally had no intention of arguing with the Blood-Crafting Ancestor. The Blood-Crafting Ancestor also knew that it was not the time to fight against King Jinzhong. Although this blood-colored gourd made him excited, this position was just an outer periphery for the Emperor's Palace. There was no idea that there was a powerful magic weapon hidden inside. It was extremely stupid because of the small loss of the big one.

Besides, without the support of the Nine Son Yin Demon, it was not easy for him to kill King Jinzhong. As his thoughts flashed, the Blood-Crafting Ancestor smiled and rolled up a blood light and rushed towards the main gate of the palace.

The King of Golden Bell naturally had no objection to the proposal of the Nine Son Yin Demon. With a smile, he activated the Golden Bell and assimilated the Blood Ancestor rushed towards the hall.

As these tens of thousands of soldiers turned into pieces, the blood-changing ancestor and the other three were not blocked at all when they entered the hall. However, just as the three of them flew into the hall, someone shouted in a deep voice: "Stay here for now, three fellow Taoists!"

Accompanied by this shout, three black rainbows suddenly appeared on the square. However, the moment they drank, the figures of King Jin Zhong and others had already disappeared into the hall.

"The old man who is immortal, let's go in too. You can't let these two old people who should have died take advantage of it, otherwise, this magical path will really not be able to do anything about us!"

Among the three, the man with a figure of more than two feet tall and yellow skin all over his body said loudly to the most inconspicuous monk in the middle.

This big man is extremely tall. Standing there, it looks like a mountain, and when he speaks, it looks like a bronze bell keeps roaring.

The inconspicuous monk who was speaking, was still very calm in the voice of the man full of oppression. He looked at the man and said, "The Blood-Crafting Ancestor and King Jin Zhong are both old monsters who have lived for thousands of years. They are extremely cunning. If we go so far, we may be plotted by them. The Emperor's tomb is full of dangers. It is better to let these two seniors take responsibility."

Although this monk was answering the man's question, his eyes finally fell on the monk in black who was carrying a black giant sword and had an old face.

The monk in black seemed to have never heard of the importance of the monk in the middle, and his eyes were still on the broken stone pillar not far away.

"The demon blood washes the blue sky, what a strong murderous intent!" As the monk in black spoke, he suddenly rose up and rushed towards the hall.

The golden-faced man looked at the black-clothed monk who was rushing past and sneered: "Boss Cantu, this Qin Crazy Man is really hateful. After so many years, I still don't take you seriously."

The monk, known as the boss of Cantu, glanced at the big man indifferently, and without saying a word. With his footsteps, he walked towards the extremely huge palace.

The big man with a golden face looked at the old monster Candu who was leaving quickly, and a strange smile appeared on his huge face that was extremely disproportionate to his face, but in an instant, the smile disappeared without a trace.

The big man followed the old monster and walked towards the hall. In an instant, he disappeared into the hall.

Although he was in the hall, Yi Chu's heart was filled with endless shock. He originally thought that this was a hall covering an area of ​​ten miles, but at this moment, everything in front of him subverted all his cognition.

A world, at this moment, what appeared in front of Yi Chu was a world, with mountains, rivers, ups and downs, and vast land. Although this world is only a thousand miles apart, it is indeed a world.

Countless black-armored soldiers stood proudly on the vast earth in the middle of the world. A big black flag was automatically in the void without wind, and the surging murderous intent kept floating with the banner.

In the middle of this vast world, a square altar was shining with a faint black light, and nine thousand nine hundred and nine hundred and ninety-nine steps set off the giant altar to the sky.

There is no carving, no images, and there is only a dark area.

On the giant altar is a mellow coffin, the dark iron-like body and the huge square altar are integrated, but the most eye-catching thing on this giant altar is the ancient tripod that is ten feet tall in front of the mellow coffin.

The ancient tripod was dark in color and full of ancient charm. Standing on the giant altar, there was an endless and profound feeling. Although he was right in front of him, Yi Chu felt that the giant tripod was very far away, as if it was in the depths of the endless void.

"Gaga, Jiuji Divine Cauldron, it's really Jiuji Divine Cauldron! The Jiuji Divine Cauldron of Emperor Zhentian back then!" King Jinzhong Dao King looked at the huge divine cauldron and couldn't help but roar loudly. The golden Taoist robe was even more windless, and a stream of energy turned into a golden dragon, constantly hovering between his body.

Emperor Zhentian, is it that the person buried in this coffin is the Emperor Zhentian? Since Emperor Zhentian has this secret treasure, why was he buried here?

Dao becomes the soul of the soul, immortality. The Emperor Zhentian has such a means, and even a treasure similar to Taoism like the Jiuli Cauldron, but he died in this strange underground palace. What secret is hidden here? And who can make an ancient emperor die and Taoism disappear here.

One by one, questions continued to arise in Yi Chu's heart. As these thoughts arose, Yi Chu realized that he still had too little knowledge of the vast land of China. If it weren't for the appearance of the tomb of the Great Emperor, he would probably not even know the existence of the ancient emperor.

The eyes of the Blood-Crafting Ancestor lit up at the same time, and two blood lights rushed towards the Jiuyi Cauldron. The two blood lights were dark red and the other purple-red. Obviously, these two blood lights represented the Blood-Crafting Ancestor and the Nine Son Yin Demon respectively.

"Boom", almost at the same time, the endless soldiers seemed to sense something, and took a step forward almost at the same time. As this step forward, a long spear was raised almost at the same time.

The endless army was imposing in the sky when it was still. At this time, the gun was raised at the same time, and the endless murderous intent gathered into a huge mountain range, pressing towards the three people including Jin Zhong. Although Yi Chu was in this blood-colored gourd, he still felt a tremor in this murderous intent.

He can break the joint efforts of tens of thousands of people, but when faced with these endless soldiers taking action at the same time, can he break it? As soon as this thought arose in his heart, it was instantly denied by Yi Chu. He knew in his heart that although his cultivation was extraordinary, it would be impossible to break the joint attack of so many soldiers.

"boom!"

The sky and the earth trembled, and a scorching sun rose up from the endless void. In an instant, the fiery red light shone between the sky and the earth. Mountains, rivers, and the earth seemed to have come alive in an instant under the illumination of the scorching sun, and the Nine-Roy Divine Cauldron flew up directly in the void, spitting out a trace of mist.

The excited King of King Jin Zhong and the other three were stalemate. After living for so many years, how could they not feel the endless murderous intent hidden here? Although their mind and Yuanying have been combined for many tribulations to form the soul, they can be neither born nor destroyed between heaven and earth, this does not mean that there is no thing in the world that can kill them. And this great array full of murderous intent is one of the items that can kill them.

"Brother Yi, I...I seem to have seen this formation." Li Yingqiong looked at the murderous formation and suddenly said to Yi Chu. However, there was a hint of hesitation on her face, and she didn't seem to be sure.

Yi Chu, who was just in need of this formation, was delighted when he heard Li Yingqiong say that he had seen this formation. Although Li Yingqiong was not sure, he was much better than him.

"Yingqiong, please tell me first. What is this formation? Even if you say it wrong, it doesn't matter." Yi Chu whispered to Li Yingqiong.

"Brother Yi, this formation should be called the Tianwu Immortal Tu Formation!" Li Yingqiong pondered for a moment, guessed in a plausible tone, and said in an uncertain tone.

Tianwu Immortal Tushima Formation? I haven't heard of it, but looking at this formation, it is probably not a big problem to massacre one or two soul cultivators. When the thoughts flashed in my mind, Yi Chu continued: "Yingqiong, do you know how this formation was arranged?"
Chapter completed!