"My lord, there are actually one hundred and eight of these divine cauldrons?" The person who interrupted this time was Feng Jian Cangyuan, who was also fascinated. The implication is of course that there are one hundred and eight of these things, and are there any that can be regarded as shocking in the past
"Although there are only one hundred and eight of these God-Sealing Cauldrons, each one can only be used once." Yan Beiming didn't care, "After use, the God-Sealing Cauldron is no different from scrap copper and iron."
"Then what is the use of this God-conferring Cauldron, that it can actually change the entire battle situation?" Before Zhao Lingjun could ask, Feng Jian Cangyuan couldn't help it anymore.
"The God-Sealing Cauldron is a treasure that can directly allow a cultivator to cultivate the top three transformations and become an immortal in the physical body."
"What!" Standing aside, Ivan Qianxia, who didn't know what it was to become an immortal in the flesh, didn't think anything of it, but Feng Jian Cangyuan and Zhao Lingjun were stunned for a while. "Jiang Shang actually refined one hundred and eight such God-conferring Cauldrons?" Feng Jian Cang Yuan repeated the sentence just now, but Feng Jian Cang Yuan's face was shocked, and his tone was completely different from before. .
"After Jiang Shang refined one hundred and eight God-conferring cauldrons, Hongjun and others set up a God-conferring platform in Xiqi Mountain and distributed these God-conferring cauldrons to selected disciples." Yan Beiming ignored it this time. Feng Jian Aang Yuan continued. "More than a hundred disciples of the Fuli Sect immediately cultivated the three flowers on top of the tripod and became immortals after receiving the divine sealing cauldron."
"Fuli Zong instantly gained more than a hundred Golden Immortal-level masters, and the strength of both sides suddenly reversed." Yan Beiming ignored Zhao Lingjun and Feng Jian Cangyuan who gasped desperately. He continued, "Lishan tried its best, but still could not resist, and there were countless casualties. In desperation, everyone in Lishan, led by Lingbao Tianzun, set up the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation and the Immortal Killing Formation to start a decisive battle with Fuli Sect. That battle can be said to be extremely tragic. Although Fuli Zong won a great victory in the end and defeated the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and the Zhuxian Formation, it also paid a heavy price. After Lishan was destroyed, what was left by Fuli Zong was nothing. Just a dozen or so people.”
"So many Da Luo Jinxian, only a dozen of them died?" Feng Jian Cang Yuan couldn't help but exclaimed. This battle was beyond Feng Jian Cang Yuan's imagination.
"Even among the dozen or so people left, most of them suffered heavy losses. Only a few survived." Speaking of this, Yan Beiming seemed to think of his senior brother Meng Bugui. I couldn't help but smile slightly, "Taoist Hongjun and others calculated all their plans and leveled Lishan Mountain, but they never thought that the disciples they accepted would eventually leave Fuli and start their own sect."
After finishing laughing, Yan Beiming turned to look at Zhao Lingjun, "Do you know what kind of treasure this God-conferring Cauldron is?"
"Didn't Jiang Ziya's Conferring the Gods on Xiqishan Mountain in The Romance of the Gods be held after the end of the war? Aren't the conferred immortals all those who died in the war? Why..." Yan Beiming's eyes made Zhao Lingjun frightened, and he hurriedly asked.
"I told you that the "Feng Shen Yan" might have been created by the Fuli Sect's disciples to deceive people and fool ordinary people. The so-called "Feng Shen" actually refers to the Fuli Sect's use of the "Feng Shen Cauldron" in Xiqi Mountain. Just let more than a hundred disciples become immortals in their physical bodies."
"Then according to what you said, this God-conferring Cauldron can only be used once. Those God-conferring Cauldrons should have been used long ago and are ineffective. Why is there still one left?" Zhao Lingjun was afraid that Yan Beiming would take action after saying this, so As soon as Yan Beiming finished speaking, Zhao Lingjun asked immediately.
"Although Jiang Shang refined 108 God-conferring Cauldrons, only 107 were used at that time. This God-conferring Cauldron was later collected by Jiang Shang, but later Jiang Shang was in Wanxian The old injury in the battle recurred, and he gave up and returned to the west before he could tell his descendants what the tripod was used for. Therefore, even the descendants of Jiang Shang and the emperors of Qi State did not know what the tripod was for. use."
"Even they don't know, so how do you know that this cauldron is the God-Selfing Cauldron?"
Yan Beiming looked at Zhao Lingjun as if he were an idiot, "Don't you know that the first generation founder of the Three Treasures Sect was one of the survivors of the Shang and Zhou wars between gods and demons?" "What?" Zhao Lingjun gasped. A breath of air conditioning.
"You don't even know this? It seems that Ye Wudao was seriously injured and didn't have time to tell you so many things. No wonder you can't even recognize the God's Cauldron." Yan Beiming looked at Zhao Lingjun with pride. Laughed.
"How could he be seriously injured?" Zhao Lingjun already understood that the Ye Wudao mentioned by Yan Beiming was the master he had never met, the second generation master of the Three Treasures Sect.
"Do you think I can't see that you are deliberately stalling for time, waiting for your power to recover?" Zhao Lingjun asked that question, not because he wanted to delay time intentionally, but because Zhao Lingjun really wanted to know what happened that year. But as soon as Zhao Lingjun finished speaking, Yan Beiming looked at Zhao Lingjun coldly and smiled.
Hearing Yan Beiming's words, Zhao Lingjun felt a chill in his heart.
"You must be wondering why I didn't kill you immediately after I already saw your intention, right?" Yan Beiming looked at Zhao Lingjun and said.
"Why?" "Because I know the Xuanmen Qi-gaining technique, and I can easily see how much power you have gathered now." Yan Beiming looked at Lord Zhao Ling, with a look of admiration in his eyes, "I originally I still want to have a few words with you, because you are actually the descendant of Ye Wudao's lineage. You also brought me this God-conferring Cauldron and the Dahua Tianhei Lotus. But the speed of your Tao power condensation does not seem to be slow. So I have no choice but not to do anything now.”
"I'll beat your lungs out!" After hearing Yan Beiming's words, Zhao Lingjun shouted, and a purple divine thunder struck Yan Beiming.
Yan Beiming is more sinister and cunning than Zhao Lingjun imagined, and Zhao Lingjun has no choice but to make a last-ditch effort.
After accumulating Dao power for so long, Zhao Lingjun could barely cast spells like Zifu Divine Thunder. Zhao Lingjun only hoped that he could injure Yan Beiming with great difficulty and then take the opportunity to escape.
"It's just a kid's thing."
But Yan Beiming just waved his hand, and a ball of silver light appeared in front of him. After the falling Zifu divine lightning struck the silver light, it disappeared without a trace without making any sound.
"go to hell."
After blocking Zhao Lingjun's Zifu Divine Thunder, Yan Beiming squeezed the magic formula, and a silver light streaked across like a meteor, directly hitting Zhao Lingjun.
"Qinglong Taiyi, as urgent as the law."
Just as Zhao Lingjun closed his eyes and waited for death, there was a scream in the sky, and a blue cloud fell from the sky, blocking the way of Zhao Lingjun. It was Qinglan who came. As soon as Qing Lan appeared, countless green dragon Taiyi sacred trees wrapped in green energy stood in front of Qing Lan and Zhao Lingjun.
Qinglong Taiyi Divine Wood is one of Qinglan's most powerful spells. Even Suzaku's three-flavored true fire can withstand it, but Yan Beiming's silver light actually passed through Qinglong Taiyi as if it were traveling through the void. Sacred tree.
"Qinglan!" Zhao Lingjun only had time to shout, and the silver light emitted by Yan Beiming had already hit Qinglan who was standing in front of Zhao Lingjun.
"You SB, I'm going to kill you!"
After a wave of mana, Suzaku and Wu Xiaoye also appeared next to Zhao Lingjun. As soon as Suzaku appeared, he saw Qing Lan being hit by Yan Beiming's silver light and falling softly into Zhao Lingjun's arms. In anger, Suzaku suddenly lost his mind, cursed loudly, and rushed towards Yan Beiming like crazy.
"disease!"
At first, Yan Beiming was in a panic under Suzaku's desperate attack. The cultivation levels of Feng Jian Cangyuan, Suzaku, and Yan Beiming were too far apart to intervene. But after just a moment, Suzaku was already at a disadvantage. Under Yan Beiming's seven skillful attacks, he could only dodge.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Wu Xiaoye also mastered the magic formula and joined the battle group.
"Zhao Lingjun, please leave quickly." Wu Xiaoye said hurriedly to Zhao Lingjun while casting a spell. Because Wu Xiaoye saw that Yan Beiming's spells were too powerful and could not be matched by him and Suzaku.
"Qing Lan,..." But Zhao Lingjun was holding Qing Lan and stood still, his eyes blurred.
That bit of silver light kept expanding in Qinglan's chest. In just a moment, Qinglan's life passed quickly. In a moment, Qinglan was on his deathbed.
"The dragons consecrate the head, Xiaoye's hexagram seems to be very effective. I didn't expect that I would really die here." Seeing Zhao Lingjun's grief-stricken look, Qinglan smiled at Zhao Lingjun, "That guy's magic It must be the Qiqiao Mitian**, it is indeed not something I can resist."
"Since you know everything, why do you still come in, why do you still stand in front of me?" The battle between Yan Beiming, Zhuque, and Wu Xiaoye was fierce, but Zhao Lingjun only felt that the outside world no longer existed, and only himself was left. and Qinglan.
"Why are you standing in front of you?" Qinglan looked at Zhao Lingjun and smiled slightly, "Why were you so anxious when you saw me being arrested by the Maoshan Sect?"
"I..." Zhao Lingjun felt his tears falling drop by drop, but he couldn't say a word.
Silver light slowly spread throughout Qinglan's body, and Zhao Lingjun felt that Qinglan's body was getting colder and colder, and her breath was getting weaker and weaker. But Qing Lan looked at Zhao Lingjun's tearful look, and smiled with difficulty, and said softly, "Actually, I have a question that I have always wanted to ask you."
"What?" Zhao Lingjun's eyes filled with tears.
"If we are really like in the fantasy, would you like me to look like Qianxun or Wu Xiaoye?" A trace of blush appeared on Qinglan's pale face.