When it comes to The Investiture of the Gods, what left the deepest impression on Russell was not the battle between saints, nor Daji, nor the Investiture of the Gods, but that man.
"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"
Then came another man.
"Baby please turn around!"
It was just like a nightmare, especially since Russell had now become a Golden Immortal with a perfect body and was no longer afraid of swords, guns, fire, or thunder. However, when he saw this magic gourd, he was still frightened and broke into a cold sweat.
I saw the round gourd turning over in place, and the mouth of the gourd was moving slowly, as if it was looking for an object.
Looking at the direction the gourd turned, Russell made up his mind and turned into a golden crow. In an instant, the entire Never-Sleeping Pond was filled with raging waves and violent power. The thousand-foot-long dragon bone that had been sleeping there actually raised its head with a creaking sound.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Russell actually heard a deafening dragon roar. In a trance, he saw two dark red, deep eyes like lanterns, staring at him.
"Ancestor!"
A dragon's roar came from afar. It was Mo'ang, the eldest prince of the West Sea. He transformed into a dragon and swam on the Never-Night Pond. The Never-Night Pond had become turbid, and violent energy was spreading. He could neither see nor get in. He could only swim by the pond, swimming continuously, and from time to time he used the dragon's magical powers to sense, trying to appease the soul of the dragon's ancestor.
Russell is human!
It’s the god from heaven!
Not the mortal enemy, the three-legged golden crow!
Russell didn't care about so many things at this time. His whole body was blooming with the true fire of the sun. Anyway, the ancestor of the dragon clan had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years. Although there was some residual power, it could not kill him.
But that’s not necessarily the case with the small round gourd!
The scorching sun's true fire bloomed in the Never-Sleeping Lake, illuminating the lower half of the lake red and bright.
The round gourd suddenly shook and then stopped shaking, while the dragon skeleton that was tens of thousands of feet long swayed and then collapsed and rolled to the side.
Only then did Russell see clearly that beneath the thousand-foot-high dragon bones, there was actually a corpse buried deep at the bottom of the Never-Sleeping Pond. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it clearly.
The corpse was all red, which made Russell feel sad. An inexplicable sadness occupied his heart.
After the gourd spun around, it flew over as if being pulled and landed in Russell's hands.
Russell no longer cared about being sad. A feeling of joy surged in his heart, and his mouth was almost crooked with smiles.
Magic gourd, magic gourd, it really is one of ours!
At this moment, he knew very well why he was sad, because Russell used his Tiangang magical power to devour the blood of the three-legged golden crow, which was extremely pure.
Before that, he had devoured the ball of golden light on the Never-Night Pond and absorbed the essence and true fire of the sun left by the former emperor of the Three-legged Golden Crow clan, which made Russell as pure as it could be.
How could one not feel sad when seeing the corpse of one's 'father', one's former self
As the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, once the most precious treasure of the Golden Crow clan, they would naturally treat him as one of their own and acknowledge him as their master.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Looking at the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife in his hand, Russell laughed loudly. He was not the real Three-legged Golden Crow anyway, and he didn't need to avenge the Three-legged Golden Crow. He could get the baby for free. Was there anything more satisfying than this in the world
"Good baby! Good baby!"
Russell was so happy that his mouth almost cracked with smile. He quickly put the gourd into his soul space, but he was a little worried and worried that it was unsafe, fearing that someone might steal it. After all, there were many powerful people out there.
There is another reason why the treasure is a treasure. A large part of the fame of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is that it is unavoidable.
Russell does not have the strength of the Golden Crow Emperor, but he is more familiar with another routine, which is the "Pure Yang Sword Sutra" a set of swordsmanship taught to him by Lu Dongbin, the ancestor of sword immortals. Before he became an immortal, it has always been his trump card.
Now...
Of course it belongs to this baby!
He opened his mouth suddenly and swallowed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife directly into his stomach. The True Fire of the Sun in his body continued to burn and refine it, and the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife also cooperated very well without any resistance.
This is probably the easiest, most docile, and most cooperative treasure to refine in the world!
I swallowed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife into my stomach, my life is in my own hands!
There are three million gods in heaven, and they all have to bow their heads when they see me!
As soon as the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife entered his stomach, Russell's heroic spirit suddenly doubled. Originally, with his golden body completed, he could travel the world at will, but now that he had the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, even Daluo had to think twice before making any move against him.
Great opportunity!
After he was happy, he remembered the anxious Prince Mo'ang of the West Sea on the Never-Sleeping Lake. People were still worried about his safety. It would be disrespectful for him to stay here and disturb the peace of their ancestors.
Russell quickly restrained his breath, and the blazing flames dissipated instantly. He could not find the source of the invasion, and the originally raging Never-Sleeping Pond suddenly quieted down.
A dragon suddenly swam down from the Nevernight Lake and transformed into a human form and stood beside Russell. It was the Great Prince of the West Sea, Moang. He looked concerned, "Brother Russell, is there anything wrong?"
Seeing Moang's concern, Russell felt a little warm in his heart. The man in front of him was quite loyal and worthy of deep friendship. "Thank you for your concern, Brother Moang. I'm fine. It's just that because I practiced the magical power of the Three-legged Golden Crow, it seems that I disturbed the rest of my ancestors."
As he spoke, his face was filled with apology. Prince Moang also sighed, "It's not your fault. Our ancestor dominated the wildness in the past, was the Great Luo Overlord, jumped out of the long river of time, was not bound by the three realms, was not subject to the five elements, was not afraid of reincarnation, and had already gained great freedom and great ease, but was killed by the Golden Crow Emperor. Tens of thousands of years of cultivation were wasted in one day, so it's inevitable that he feels resentful."
He couldn't help but feel sad at this moment. If the ancestor of the dragon clan had not died and had a great dragon, then his dragon clan would not have fallen into such a state.
There is only one step between Golden Immortal and Daluo, but this step is really too far, too far, too far.
Mo'ang looked at Russell, his eyes flashing with a hint of imperceptible envy. He had watched the monkey go out to sea in the past. At that time, Sun Wukong was still a wild monkey, but he was blessed by Buddhist Bodhisattvas. He watched with curiosity at that time.
As a result, within just a few years, he heard that the wild monkey had caused chaos in the Dragon Palace of his cousin, the old Dragon King of the East China Sea, and stole the Zhenhai Shenzhen. His strength was very impressive.
He didn't care at that time. If he wanted to capture Sun Wukong, it would be very easy.
But when he thought about how Sun Wukong caused chaos in the Heavenly Palace, stole peaches and ate elixirs, fought against Erlang Shen, and even provoked Tathagata, and then went all the way west and directly attained Buddhahood and became a Daluo in one fell swoop, Mo'ang was so envious that he was speechless.
It’s less than a thousand years at most, but he has been practicing for tens of thousands of years!
The monkeys made rapid progress back then.
The young man in front of him had practiced for less time than he had slept for, but he was almost reaching that level...
Moang turned his head and looked elsewhere, and immediately saw the huge skeleton next to the corpse of his ancestor.
He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. It seemed that this was the body of Emperor Jinwu who had killed the ancestor of the dragon clan and was beheaded by Emperor Haotian.
"What is that?"
The body of the Golden Crow Emperor was completely red, but there was a black stone in his abdomen, which looked particularly strange.
What is this
Golden Crow's egg
But the Golden Crow Emperor is a man!