An Zheng felt like his whole body was melting. The heat was simply not something that his body could bear. Even if he had experienced the imitation thunder pool in the secret realm, even if he could withstand the four gravity of the thunder pool, he still could not stop the purple fire. For a few seconds, An Zheng had the illusion that he was about to die. But every time An Zheng felt that he had reached that edge, his body would miraculously bear it.
If that's the case, then destroy the demonic energy
An Zheng sighed: "Let those innocent souls leave and reincarnate."
Then An Zheng suddenly realized that he had withstood this purple fire test.
The old man's neck was pinched by An Zheng and he was unable to break free. Purple lightning and scorching sun appeared in An Zheng's hand at the same time, and Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder blasted out from his hand. The old man's body was immediately torn to pieces, and the wandering purple fire was floating around like a will-o'-the-wisp.
"Even if you are not, you are still here for my alchemy furnace!"
An Zheng saw that all the souls in the bell had been released, and stepped back to stop the old man: "I'm not here to steal your alchemy furnace, and you don't need to die with me. Let me out, and I'll leave right away." "
That day, he destroyed the Anran Sword from the restaurant and fought all the way back to Tianqi Sect. He was seriously injured and could not be treated. It was Qu Liuxi who put him into the Huangqu Dan Furnace, and Qu Liuxi also used purple fire to repair his body.
The entire alchemy furnace was stepped on and pressed into the ground, sinking at least two meters. An Zheng couldn't feel it inside, but if anyone saw it outside, they would be shocked beyond measure. With just one step, the alchemy furnace was pressed into the earth.
As the purple fire tempered it, the demonic energy in the bell began to struggle like crazy. An Zheng could barely hold it with both hands, and he rushed out with An Zheng, knocking the old man down. The old man Zi Huo thought that An Zheng rushed out on purpose, and chased after him. One of the two people was led away by Jiuyou Demon Bell in front, and the other was chased behind.
After understanding this, An Zheng felt a little relieved.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the Immortal Palace has been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years. This is the first time I have come here, and I was brought here inexplicably. I have never known anything about the Immortal Palace before. Why do you want to Do you think I am related to those who destroyed the Immortal Palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask... Why was the Immortal Palace destroyed in the first place
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
In this world, there will always be luck that others cannot understand. Maybe this was a debt to An Zheng from his previous life, or maybe it was his destiny. An Zheng withstood the baptism of thunder and lightning in the Thunder Pond, and the test of purple fire in the Phoenix Qu Dan Furnace. Now in the Immortal Palace, he encountered both dangers. First it was Suanni's purple lightning, and now it inexplicably entered a huge alchemy furnace.
An Zheng's body gradually adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. From being unbearable at the beginning, he no longer feels that he is on the verge of life or death. If I had to use a touch to describe this feeling, it would be the difference between soaking your hands in boiling water at 100 degrees and hot water at 60 or 70 degrees. As the physical body became more and more adaptable, the water temperature of 60 to 70 degrees was no longer harmful to An Zheng.
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
The old man with purple fire had a sharp look in his eyes. At first he stretched out a hand and pointed at An Zheng with one finger, and purple fire spurted out from his fingertips. Now both hands were stretched out, and purple fire spurted out from the palms, several times more powerful than before.
This is simply a paradox... Qitian once said that there is no way for people who have not cultivated to the Immortal Realm to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete Immortal Palace was very restrictive, and even if it was now in dilapidated condition, one could not enter without the protection of real treasures. Du Shoushou's cultivation level was not as good as Prisoner's Desire, and he was almost killed even if he had a purple-gold armor to protect his body. An Zheng calculated at that time that practitioners above the fifth level of Prison Desire could enter with the help of gold-level magic weapons. A practitioner of the Sumeru Realm like Du Shoshou would not be able to enter at all unless he had a purple-grade artifact to protect his body.
"Why?"
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
Maybe it had been roasted for a long time, but An Zheng hadn't turned into elixir yet, which surprised the old man Zihuo. He murmured to himself: "It doesn't make sense?"
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
"No! I don't even know how I got in. A straw rope wrapped around my feet and pulled me in."
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
The purple fire in his hands continued to spurt out, but he himself looked darker and darker. An Zheng guessed that the old man must have been the owner of this alchemy furnace when he was alive. Because he had so much affection for this alchemy furnace, his remnant soul remained in this alchemy furnace after his death. He was inexplicably drawn into the alchemy furnace. He must have thought that those guys who destroyed the Immortal Palace were here again.
An Zheng's body gradually adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. From being unbearable at the beginning, he no longer feels that he is on the verge of life or death. If I had to use a touch to describe this feeling, it would be the difference between soaking your hands in boiling water at 100 degrees and hot water at 60 or 70 degrees. As the physical body became more and more adaptable, the water temperature of 60 to 70 degrees was no longer harmful to An Zheng.
An Zheng simply lay down in the alchemy furnace, resting his arm on his head and looking at the purple-fire old man: "Why do you have to burn me to death?"
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
The old man didn't say anything when he saw An Zheng, lying there in deep thought, thinking it was contempt for him. A feeling of grief and anger rose from his heart, and he almost roared: "I will die today, and I will die with you!"
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
The Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder reappeared, and the alchemy furnace began to tremble!
The old man said angrily: "When you low-level people were living in the mortal world, you were only allowed to contribute your blood to stabilize the Immortal Palace every year. Allowing you to live is already the kindness of the Immortal Palace to you. How dare you resist, it is really unnecessary The face is the best!”
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
The old man said angrily: "You monsters have come from the mortal world to destroy my fairy palace. Naturally, we are incompatible with each other!"
"What a monster!"
An Zheng sighed: "Let those innocent souls leave and reincarnate."
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
As the purple fire tempered it, the demonic energy in the bell began to struggle like crazy. An Zheng could barely hold it with both hands, and he rushed out with An Zheng, knocking the old man down. The old man Zi Huo thought that An Zheng rushed out on purpose, and chased after him. One of the two people was led away by Jiuyou Demon Bell in front, and the other was chased behind.
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
The old man with purple fire had a sharp look in his eyes. At first he stretched out a hand and pointed at An Zheng with one finger, and purple fire spurted out from his fingertips. Now both hands were stretched out, and purple fire spurted out from the palms, several times more powerful than before.
The last time during the fierce battle with the Nineteen Demons, the Nine Nether Demon Bell almost lost control. After all, it is a magic weapon, and I cannot control it as freely as a magic weapon. Moreover, there is a kind of hostility in this Nine Nether Demonic Bell that is difficult for An Zheng to understand, so An Zheng cannot completely control it freely. The purple fire burning in the alchemy furnace seemed to be able to burn everything. An Zheng wondered if he could take advantage of the old man's angry purple fire to recast the Nine Nether Demonic Bell
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the Immortal Palace has been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years. This is the first time I have come here, and I was brought here inexplicably. I have never known anything about the Immortal Palace before. Why do you want to Do you think I am related to those who destroyed the Immortal Palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask... Why was the Immortal Palace destroyed in the first place
The old man said angrily: "When you low-level people were living in the mortal world, you were only allowed to contribute your blood to stabilize the Immortal Palace every year. Allowing you to live is already the kindness of the Immortal Palace to you. How dare you resist, it is really unnecessary The face is the best!”
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.
That day, he destroyed the Anran Sword from the restaurant and fought all the way back to Tianqi Sect. He was seriously injured and could not be treated. It was Qu Liuxi who put him into the Huangqu Dan Furnace, and Qu Liuxi also used purple fire to repair his body.
"Why?"
After understanding this, An Zheng felt a little relieved.
The old man said angrily: "When you low-level people were living in the mortal world, you were only allowed to contribute your blood to stabilize the Immortal Palace every year. Allowing you to live is already the kindness of the Immortal Palace to you. How dare you resist, it is really unnecessary The face is the best!”
The entire alchemy furnace was stepped on and pressed into the ground, sinking at least two meters. An Zheng couldn't feel it inside, but if anyone saw it outside, they would be shocked beyond measure. With just one step, the alchemy furnace was pressed into the earth.
"ah!"
An Zheng simply lay down in the alchemy furnace, resting his arm on his head and looking at the purple-fire old man: "Why do you have to burn me to death?"
"Why?"
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
The bell vibrated suddenly, obviously not agreeing.
After understanding this, An Zheng felt a little relieved.
The old man said angrily: "You monsters have come from the mortal world to destroy my fairy palace. Naturally, we are incompatible with each other!"
An Zheng saw that all the souls in the bell had been released, and stepped back to stop the old man: "I'm not here to steal your alchemy furnace, and you don't need to die with me. Let me out, and I'll leave right away." "
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the Immortal Palace has been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years. This is the first time I have come here, and I was brought here inexplicably. I have never known anything about the Immortal Palace before. Why do you want to Do you think I am related to those who destroyed the Immortal Palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask... Why was the Immortal Palace destroyed in the first place
A monster from the mortal world destroyed the fairy palace
An Zheng was startled and quickly moved aside: "I'm really not the one who destroyed the Immortal Palace. Why don't you listen to my explanation?"
After understanding this, An Zheng felt a little relieved.
However, An Zheng captured a few key words from the few words the old man just said.
The old man didn't say anything when he saw An Zheng, lying there in deep thought, thinking it was contempt for him. A feeling of grief and anger rose from his heart, and he almost roared: "I will die today, and I will die with you!"
The purple fire in his hands continued to spurt out, but he himself looked darker and darker. An Zheng guessed that the old man must have been the owner of this alchemy furnace when he was alive. Because he had so much affection for this alchemy furnace, his remnant soul remained in this alchemy furnace after his death. He was inexplicably drawn into the alchemy furnace. He must have thought that those guys who destroyed the Immortal Palace were here again.
The old man Zihuo said angrily: "Will I believe you? I suppressed you so miserably, and you finally got a chance to resist, and then destroyed the Immortal Palace. Will I believe you?"
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
"Monster, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the Immortal Palace has been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years. This is the first time I have come here, and I was brought here inexplicably. I have never known anything about the Immortal Palace before. Why do you want to Do you think I am related to those who destroyed the Immortal Palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask... Why was the Immortal Palace destroyed in the first place
The old man with purple fire had a sharp look in his eyes. At first he stretched out a hand and pointed at An Zheng with one finger, and purple fire spurted out from his fingertips. Now both hands were stretched out, and purple fire spurted out from the palms, several times more powerful than before.
"Monster, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
The purple fire in his hands continued to spurt out, but he himself looked darker and darker. An Zheng guessed that the old man must have been the owner of this alchemy furnace when he was alive. Because he had so much affection for this alchemy furnace, his remnant soul remained in this alchemy furnace after his death. He was inexplicably drawn into the alchemy furnace. He must have thought that those guys who destroyed the Immortal Palace were here again.
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
This is simply a paradox... Qitian once said that there is no way for people who have not cultivated to the Immortal Realm to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete Immortal Palace was very restrictive, and even if it was now in dilapidated condition, one could not enter without the protection of real treasures. Du Shoushou's cultivation level was not as good as Prisoner's Desire, and he was almost killed even if he had a purple-gold armor to protect his body. An Zheng calculated at that time that practitioners above the fifth level of Prison Desire could enter with the help of gold-level magic weapons. A practitioner of the Sumeru Realm like Du Shoshou would not be able to enter at all unless he had a purple-grade artifact to protect his body.
The old man didn't say anything when he saw An Zheng, lying there in deep thought, thinking it was contempt for him. A feeling of grief and anger rose from his heart, and he almost roared: "I will die today, and I will die with you!"
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.
However, An Zheng captured a few key words from the few words the old man just said.
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
In this world, there will always be luck that others cannot understand. Maybe this was a debt to An Zheng from his previous life, or maybe it was his destiny. An Zheng withstood the baptism of thunder and lightning in the Thunder Pond, and the test of purple fire in the Phoenix Qu Dan Furnace. Now in the Immortal Palace, he encountered both dangers. First it was Suanni's purple lightning, and now it inexplicably entered a huge alchemy furnace.
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
So how did the so-called monsters in the mortal world end up in the Immortal Palace
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
A monster from the mortal world destroyed the fairy palace
At this time, the purple fire in the alchemy furnace no longer had much influence on An Zheng, and he had regained control over his magic weapon. An Zheng glanced at the Nine Nether Demon Bell floating above and thought.
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
The Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder reappeared, and the alchemy furnace began to tremble!
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
An Zheng sighed: "Let those innocent souls leave and reincarnate."
At this time, the purple fire in the alchemy furnace no longer had much influence on An Zheng, and he had regained control over his magic weapon. An Zheng glanced at the Nine Nether Demon Bell floating above and thought.
But after all, this was not a cauldron but an alchemy furnace, and An Zheng was not a master craftsman, so he gave up as soon as the idea came to his mind. It was a purple-grade magic weapon. There were only thirty-six of them in the world, and I had no ability to recast it.
This is simply a paradox... Qitian once said that there is no way for people who have not cultivated to the Immortal Realm to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete Immortal Palace was very restrictive, and even if it was now in dilapidated condition, one could not enter without the protection of real treasures. Du Shoushou's cultivation level was not as good as Prisoner's Desire, and he was almost killed even if he had a purple-gold armor to protect his body. An Zheng calculated at that time that practitioners above the fifth level of Prison Desire could enter with the help of gold-level magic weapons. A practitioner of the Sumeru Realm like Du Shoshou would not be able to enter at all unless he had a purple-grade artifact to protect his body.
The entire alchemy furnace was stepped on and pressed into the ground, sinking at least two meters. An Zheng couldn't feel it inside, but if anyone saw it outside, they would be shocked beyond measure. With just one step, the alchemy furnace was pressed into the earth.
The bell vibrated suddenly, obviously not agreeing.
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
An Zheng's body gradually adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. From being unbearable at the beginning, he no longer feels that he is on the verge of life or death. If I had to use a touch to describe this feeling, it would be the difference between soaking your hands in boiling water at 100 degrees and hot water at 60 or 70 degrees. As the physical body became more and more adaptable, the water temperature of 60 to 70 degrees was no longer harmful to An Zheng.
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
"Why?"
So how did the so-called monsters in the mortal world end up in the Immortal Palace
As the purple fire tempered it, the demonic energy in the bell began to struggle like crazy. An Zheng could barely hold it with both hands, and he rushed out with An Zheng, knocking the old man down. The old man Zi Huo thought that An Zheng rushed out on purpose, and chased after him. One of the two people was led away by Jiuyou Demon Bell in front, and the other was chased behind.
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
He actually retracted his hand and rushed towards An Zheng.
An Zheng saw that all the souls in the bell had been released, and stepped back to stop the old man: "I'm not here to steal your alchemy furnace, and you don't need to die with me. Let me out, and I'll leave right away." "
"Monster, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
The old man said angrily: "You monsters have come from the mortal world to destroy my fairy palace. Naturally, we are incompatible with each other!"
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
So how did the so-called monsters in the mortal world end up in the Immortal Palace
The old man's neck was pinched by An Zheng and he was unable to break free. Purple lightning and scorching sun appeared in An Zheng's hand at the same time, and Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder blasted out from his hand. The old man's body was immediately torn to pieces, and the wandering purple fire was floating around like a will-o'-the-wisp.
A shrill wail came from the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and it was instantly swallowed up by the purple fire. One by one, human faces rushed out of the bell and then disappeared. The bronze bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed and then disappeared.
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
The old man said angrily: "You monsters have come from the mortal world to destroy my fairy palace. Naturally, we are incompatible with each other!"
He actually retracted his hand and rushed towards An Zheng.
The old man didn't say anything when he saw An Zheng, lying there in deep thought, thinking it was contempt for him. A feeling of grief and anger rose from his heart, and he almost roared: "I will die today, and I will die with you!"
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
The old man with purple fire had a sharp look in his eyes. At first he stretched out a hand and pointed at An Zheng with one finger, and purple fire spurted out from his fingertips. Now both hands were stretched out, and purple fire spurted out from the palms, several times more powerful than before.
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
If that's the case, then destroy the demonic energy
He actually retracted his hand and rushed towards An Zheng.
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
He stretched out his hands, purple lightning swirled, and the scorching sun turned into lavender.
Jiuyou Demon Bell has a natural fear of purple fire. It is not the fear of the magic weapon itself, but the fear of the purple fire by the demonic energy. After thinking of this, An Zheng summoned the Nine Nether Demonic Bell back, then grabbed the Nine Nether Demonic Bell with both hands and blocked it in front of him. The old man rushed over just in time, wrapping his arms around An Zheng and about to die with An Zheng. The purple fire on the old man's body was burning brightly, and An Zheng felt that there was a powerful force struggling in the Jiuyou Demon Bell that he held tightly with his hands.
That day, he destroyed the Anran Sword from the restaurant and fought all the way back to Tianqi Sect. He was seriously injured and could not be treated. It was Qu Liuxi who put him into the Huangqu Dan Furnace, and Qu Liuxi also used purple fire to repair his body.
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
The old man didn't say anything when he saw An Zheng, lying there in deep thought, thinking it was contempt for him. A feeling of grief and anger rose from his heart, and he almost roared: "I will die today, and I will die with you!"
An Zheng was startled and quickly moved aside: "I'm really not the one who destroyed the Immortal Palace. Why don't you listen to my explanation?"
An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the Immortal Palace has been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years. This is the first time I have come here, and I was brought here inexplicably. I have never known anything about the Immortal Palace before. Why do you want to Do you think I am related to those who destroyed the Immortal Palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask... Why was the Immortal Palace destroyed in the first place
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Even if you are not, you are still here for my alchemy furnace!"
He stretched out his hands, purple lightning swirled, and the scorching sun turned into lavender.
This is simply a paradox... Qitian once said that there is no way for people who have not cultivated to the Immortal Realm to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete Immortal Palace was very restrictive, and even if it was now in dilapidated condition, one could not enter without the protection of real treasures. Du Shoushou's cultivation level was not as good as Prisoner's Desire, and he was almost killed even if he had a purple-gold armor to protect his body. An Zheng calculated at that time that practitioners above the fifth level of Prison Desire could enter with the help of gold-level magic weapons. A practitioner of the Sumeru Realm like Du Shoshou would not be able to enter at all unless he had a purple-grade artifact to protect his body.
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
"What a monster!"
An Zheng felt like his whole body was melting. The heat was simply not something that his body could bear. Even if he had experienced the imitation thunder pool in the secret realm, even if he could withstand the four gravity of the thunder pool, he still could not stop the purple fire. For a few seconds, An Zheng had the illusion that he was about to die. But every time An Zheng felt that he had reached that edge, his body would miraculously bear it.
An Zheng stretched out his hand and strangled the old man's neck: "Come here!"
"No! I don't even know how I got in. A straw rope wrapped around my feet and pulled me in."
Maybe it had been roasted for a long time, but An Zheng hadn't turned into elixir yet, which surprised the old man Zihuo. He murmured to himself: "It doesn't make sense?"
An Zheng turned around fiercely and rushed towards the old man Zihuo with the Nine Nether Demon Bell in his arms.
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
"What a monster!"
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
An Zheng turned around fiercely and rushed towards the old man Zihuo with the Nine Nether Demon Bell in his arms.
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
The Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder reappeared, and the alchemy furnace began to tremble!
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
An Zheng turned around fiercely and rushed towards the old man Zihuo with the Nine Nether Demon Bell in his arms.
A monster from the mortal world destroyed the fairy palace
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
At this time, the purple fire in the alchemy furnace no longer had much influence on An Zheng, and he had regained control over his magic weapon. An Zheng glanced at the Nine Nether Demon Bell floating above and thought.
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
Maybe it had been roasted for a long time, but An Zheng hadn't turned into elixir yet, which surprised the old man Zihuo. He murmured to himself: "It doesn't make sense?"
An Zheng turned around fiercely and rushed towards the old man Zihuo with the Nine Nether Demon Bell in his arms.
In this world, there will always be luck that others cannot understand. Maybe this was a debt to An Zheng from his previous life, or maybe it was his destiny. An Zheng withstood the baptism of thunder and lightning in the Thunder Pond, and the test of purple fire in the Phoenix Qu Dan Furnace. Now in the Immortal Palace, he encountered both dangers. First it was Suanni's purple lightning, and now it inexplicably entered a huge alchemy furnace.
An Zheng sighed: "Let those innocent souls leave and reincarnate."
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
The last time during the fierce battle with the Nineteen Demons, the Nine Nether Demon Bell almost lost control. After all, it is a magic weapon, and I cannot control it as freely as a magic weapon. Moreover, there is a kind of hostility in this Nine Nether Demonic Bell that is difficult for An Zheng to understand, so An Zheng cannot completely control it freely. The purple fire burning in the alchemy furnace seemed to be able to burn everything. An Zheng wondered if he could take advantage of the old man's angry purple fire to recast the Nine Nether Demonic Bell
This is simply a paradox... Qitian once said that there is no way for people who have not cultivated to the Immortal Realm to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete Immortal Palace was very restrictive, and even if it was now in dilapidated condition, one could not enter without the protection of real treasures. Du Shoushou's cultivation level was not as good as Prisoner's Desire, and he was almost killed even if he had a purple-gold armor to protect his body. An Zheng calculated at that time that practitioners above the fifth level of Prison Desire could enter with the help of gold-level magic weapons. A practitioner of the Sumeru Realm like Du Shoshou would not be able to enter at all unless he had a purple-grade artifact to protect his body.
That day, he destroyed the Anran Sword from the restaurant and fought all the way back to Tianqi Sect. He was seriously injured and could not be treated. It was Qu Liuxi who put him into the Huangqu Dan Furnace, and Qu Liuxi also used purple fire to repair his body.
The bell vibrated suddenly, obviously not agreeing.
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
He actually retracted his hand and rushed towards An Zheng.
The last time during the fierce battle with the Nineteen Demons, the Nine Nether Demon Bell almost lost control. After all, it is a magic weapon, and I cannot control it as freely as a magic weapon. Moreover, there is a kind of hostility in this Nine Nether Demonic Bell that is difficult for An Zheng to understand, so An Zheng cannot completely control it freely. The purple fire burning in the alchemy furnace seemed to be able to burn everything. An Zheng wondered if he could take advantage of the old man's angry purple fire to recast the Nine Nether Demonic Bell
But after all, this was not a cauldron but an alchemy furnace, and An Zheng was not a master craftsman, so he gave up as soon as the idea came to his mind. It was a purple-grade magic weapon. There were only thirty-six of them in the world, and I had no ability to recast it.
So how did the so-called monsters in the mortal world end up in the Immortal Palace
However, An Zheng captured a few key words from the few words the old man just said.
A shrill wail came from the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and it was instantly swallowed up by the purple fire. One by one, human faces rushed out of the bell and then disappeared. The bronze bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed and then disappeared.
As the purple fire tempered it, the demonic energy in the bell began to struggle like crazy. An Zheng could barely hold it with both hands, and he rushed out with An Zheng, knocking the old man down. The old man Zi Huo thought that An Zheng rushed out on purpose, and chased after him. One of the two people was led away by Jiuyou Demon Bell in front, and the other was chased behind.
An Zheng's body gradually adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. From being unbearable at the beginning, he no longer feels that he is on the verge of life or death. If I had to use a touch to describe this feeling, it would be the difference between soaking your hands in boiling water at 100 degrees and hot water at 60 or 70 degrees. As the physical body became more and more adaptable, the water temperature of 60 to 70 degrees was no longer harmful to An Zheng.
If that's the case, then destroy the demonic energy
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
The old man's neck was pinched by An Zheng and he was unable to break free. Purple lightning and scorching sun appeared in An Zheng's hand at the same time, and Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder blasted out from his hand. The old man's body was immediately torn to pieces, and the wandering purple fire was floating around like a will-o'-the-wisp.
Jiuyou Demon Bell has a natural fear of purple fire. It is not the fear of the magic weapon itself, but the fear of the purple fire by the demonic energy. After thinking of this, An Zheng summoned the Nine Nether Demonic Bell back, then grabbed the Nine Nether Demonic Bell with both hands and blocked it in front of him. The old man rushed over just in time, wrapping his arms around An Zheng and about to die with An Zheng. The purple fire on the old man's body was burning brightly, and An Zheng felt that there was a powerful force struggling in the Jiuyou Demon Bell that he held tightly with his hands.
A shrill wail came from the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and it was instantly swallowed up by the purple fire. One by one, human faces rushed out of the bell and then disappeared. The bronze bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed and then disappeared.
A monster from the mortal world destroyed the fairy palace
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
He pounced on An Zheng, but An Zheng avoided him again. But the old man Zi Huo was like a madman, chasing after An Zheng endlessly.
Sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling appeared from the Nine Nether Demonic Bells, and human faces squeezed out from the bronze bell one after another, as if they were going to break the bell. An Zheng had actually seen some of these faces before. Then An Zheng suddenly realized that the magic word of Jiuyou Demon Bell was because it could imprison the souls of the dead! The souls of those killed by the Nine Nether Demonic Bells cannot be reincarnated. They are all suppressed within the bell by the Nine Nether Demonic Bells to enhance the power of the bell.
An Zheng felt like his whole body was melting. The heat was simply not something that his body could bear. Even if he had experienced the imitation thunder pool in the secret realm, even if he could withstand the four gravity of the thunder pool, he still could not stop the purple fire. For a few seconds, An Zheng had the illusion that he was about to die. But every time An Zheng felt that he had reached that edge, his body would miraculously bear it.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the Immortal Palace has been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years. This is the first time I have come here, and I was brought here inexplicably. I have never known anything about the Immortal Palace before. Why do you want to Do you think I am related to those who destroyed the Immortal Palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask... Why was the Immortal Palace destroyed in the first place
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
That day, he destroyed the Anran Sword from the restaurant and fought all the way back to Tianqi Sect. He was seriously injured and could not be treated. It was Qu Liuxi who put him into the Huangqu Dan Furnace, and Qu Liuxi also used purple fire to repair his body.
As the purple fire tempered it, the demonic energy in the bell began to struggle like crazy. An Zheng could barely hold it with both hands, and he rushed out with An Zheng, knocking the old man down. The old man Zi Huo thought that An Zheng rushed out on purpose, and chased after him. One of the two people was led away by Jiuyou Demon Bell in front, and the other was chased behind.
An Zheng sighed: "Let those innocent souls leave and reincarnate."
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
"No! I don't even know how I got in. A straw rope wrapped around my feet and pulled me in."
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
This is simply a paradox... Qitian once said that there is no way for people who have not cultivated to the Immortal Realm to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete Immortal Palace was very restrictive, and even if it was now in dilapidated condition, one could not enter without the protection of real treasures. Du Shoushou's cultivation level was not as good as Prisoner's Desire, and he was almost killed even if he had a purple-gold armor to protect his body. An Zheng calculated at that time that practitioners above the fifth level of Prison Desire could enter with the help of gold-level magic weapons. A practitioner of the Sumeru Realm like Du Shoshou would not be able to enter at all unless he had a purple-grade artifact to protect his body.
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
However, An Zheng captured a few key words from the few words the old man just said.
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
An Zheng sighed: "Let those innocent souls leave and reincarnate."
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
The Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder reappeared, and the alchemy furnace began to tremble!
The bell vibrated suddenly, obviously not agreeing.
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
A shrill wail came from the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and it was instantly swallowed up by the purple fire. One by one, human faces rushed out of the bell and then disappeared. The bronze bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed and then disappeared.
An Zheng saw that all the souls in the bell had been released, and stepped back to stop the old man: "I'm not here to steal your alchemy furnace, and you don't need to die with me. Let me out, and I'll leave right away." "
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
He actually retracted his hand and rushed towards An Zheng.
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
An Zheng stepped down hard with his feet, and there was a bang!
The old man Zihuo thought An Zheng was teasing him deliberately, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I will refine you even if I risk my life!"
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.
If that's the case, then destroy the demonic energy
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.
The entire alchemy furnace was stepped on and pressed into the ground, sinking at least two meters. An Zheng couldn't feel it inside, but if anyone saw it outside, they would be shocked beyond measure. With just one step, the alchemy furnace was pressed into the earth.
The old man Zihuo said angrily: "Will I believe you? I suppressed you so miserably, and you finally got a chance to resist, and then destroyed the Immortal Palace. Will I believe you?"
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.
An Zheng turned around fiercely and rushed towards the old man Zihuo with the Nine Nether Demon Bell in his arms.
An Zheng saw that all the souls in the bell had been released, and stepped back to stop the old man: "I'm not here to steal your alchemy furnace, and you don't need to die with me. Let me out, and I'll leave right away." "
"Why?"
"ah!"
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
But after all, this was not a cauldron but an alchemy furnace, and An Zheng was not a master craftsman, so he gave up as soon as the idea came to his mind. It was a purple-grade magic weapon. There were only thirty-six of them in the world, and I had no ability to recast it.
An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the Immortal Palace has been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years. This is the first time I have come here, and I was brought here inexplicably. I have never known anything about the Immortal Palace before. Why do you want to Do you think I am related to those who destroyed the Immortal Palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask... Why was the Immortal Palace destroyed in the first place
A shrill wail came from the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and it was instantly swallowed up by the purple fire. One by one, human faces rushed out of the bell and then disappeared. The bronze bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed and then disappeared.
An Zheng turned around fiercely and rushed towards the old man Zihuo with the Nine Nether Demon Bell in his arms.
Jiuyou Demon Bell has a natural fear of purple fire. It is not the fear of the magic weapon itself, but the fear of the purple fire by the demonic energy. After thinking of this, An Zheng summoned the Nine Nether Demonic Bell back, then grabbed the Nine Nether Demonic Bell with both hands and blocked it in front of him. The old man rushed over just in time, wrapping his arms around An Zheng and about to die with An Zheng. The purple fire on the old man's body was burning brightly, and An Zheng felt that there was a powerful force struggling in the Jiuyou Demon Bell that he held tightly with his hands.
"ah!"
An Zheng sighed: "Let those innocent souls leave and reincarnate."
"What a monster!"
An Zheng saw that all the souls in the bell had been released, and stepped back to stop the old man: "I'm not here to steal your alchemy furnace, and you don't need to die with me. Let me out, and I'll leave right away." "
But after all, this was not a cauldron but an alchemy furnace, and An Zheng was not a master craftsman, so he gave up as soon as the idea came to his mind. It was a purple-grade magic weapon. There were only thirty-six of them in the world, and I had no ability to recast it.
A monster from the mortal world destroyed the fairy palace
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
And with the help of mortal people, such a huge fairy palace was actually destroyed.
The old man Zihuo said angrily: "Will I believe you? I suppressed you so miserably, and you finally got a chance to resist, and then destroyed the Immortal Palace. Will I believe you?"
The bell vibrated suddenly, obviously not agreeing.
The old man didn't say anything when he saw An Zheng, lying there in deep thought, thinking it was contempt for him. A feeling of grief and anger rose from his heart, and he almost roared: "I will die today, and I will die with you!"
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
He actually retracted his hand and rushed towards An Zheng.
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
The old man said angrily: "When you low-level people were living in the mortal world, you were only allowed to contribute your blood to stabilize the Immortal Palace every year. Allowing you to live is already the kindness of the Immortal Palace to you. How dare you resist, it is really unnecessary The face is the best!”
But after all, this was not a cauldron but an alchemy furnace, and An Zheng was not a master craftsman, so he gave up as soon as the idea came to his mind. It was a purple-grade magic weapon. There were only thirty-six of them in the world, and I had no ability to recast it.
The entire alchemy furnace was stepped on and pressed into the ground, sinking at least two meters. An Zheng couldn't feel it inside, but if anyone saw it outside, they would be shocked beyond measure. With just one step, the alchemy furnace was pressed into the earth.
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
If that's the case, then destroy the demonic energy
An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
However, An Zheng captured a few key words from the few words the old man just said.
He actually retracted his hand and rushed towards An Zheng.
The old man Zihuo said angrily: "Will I believe you? I suppressed you so miserably, and you finally got a chance to resist, and then destroyed the Immortal Palace. Will I believe you?"
"Why?"
The Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder reappeared, and the alchemy furnace began to tremble!
An Zheng was startled and quickly moved aside: "I'm really not the one who destroyed the Immortal Palace. Why don't you listen to my explanation?"
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
The old man didn't say anything when he saw An Zheng, lying there in deep thought, thinking it was contempt for him. A feeling of grief and anger rose from his heart, and he almost roared: "I will die today, and I will die with you!"
A shrill wail came from the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and it was instantly swallowed up by the purple fire. One by one, human faces rushed out of the bell and then disappeared. The bronze bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed and then disappeared.
The old man said angrily: "When you low-level people were living in the mortal world, you were only allowed to contribute your blood to stabilize the Immortal Palace every year. Allowing you to live is already the kindness of the Immortal Palace to you. How dare you resist, it is really unnecessary The face is the best!”
An Zheng felt like his whole body was melting. The heat was simply not something that his body could bear. Even if he had experienced the imitation thunder pool in the secret realm, even if he could withstand the four gravity of the thunder pool, he still could not stop the purple fire. For a few seconds, An Zheng had the illusion that he was about to die. But every time An Zheng felt that he had reached that edge, his body would miraculously bear it.
An Zheng: "In that case, don't blame me. Aren't you going to burn me with purple fire? I'll take your purple fire. Don't you regard this alchemy furnace as more important than your life? Then I will Receive this alchemy furnace. What a bullshit fairy palace, what a bullshit immortal world. I was sorry for your continued life, but now it seems that it is unfair for you to live for one second!"
However, An Zheng captured a few key words from the few words the old man just said.
After understanding this, An Zheng felt a little relieved.
A shrill wail came from the Nine Nether Demon Bell, and it was instantly swallowed up by the purple fire. One by one, human faces rushed out of the bell and then disappeared. The bronze bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed and then disappeared.
The old man with purple fire had a sharp look in his eyes. At first he stretched out a hand and pointed at An Zheng with one finger, and purple fire spurted out from his fingertips. Now both hands were stretched out, and purple fire spurted out from the palms, several times more powerful than before.
This is simply a paradox... Qitian once said that there is no way for people who have not cultivated to the Immortal Realm to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete Immortal Palace was very restrictive, and even if it was now in dilapidated condition, one could not enter without the protection of real treasures. Du Shoushou's cultivation level was not as good as Prisoner's Desire, and he was almost killed even if he had a purple-gold armor to protect his body. An Zheng calculated at that time that practitioners above the fifth level of Prison Desire could enter with the help of gold-level magic weapons. A practitioner of the Sumeru Realm like Du Shoshou would not be able to enter at all unless he had a purple-grade artifact to protect his body.
An Zheng stretched out his hand and strangled the old man's neck: "Come here!"
After understanding this, An Zheng felt a little relieved.
The last time during the fierce battle with the Nineteen Demons, the Nine Nether Demon Bell almost lost control. After all, it is a magic weapon, and I cannot control it as freely as a magic weapon. Moreover, there is a kind of hostility in this Nine Nether Demonic Bell that is difficult for An Zheng to understand, so An Zheng cannot completely control it freely. The purple fire burning in the alchemy furnace seemed to be able to burn everything. An Zheng wondered if he could take advantage of the old man's angry purple fire to recast the Nine Nether Demonic Bell
The last time during the fierce battle with the Nineteen Demons, the Nine Nether Demon Bell almost lost control. After all, it is a magic weapon, and I cannot control it as freely as a magic weapon. Moreover, there is a kind of hostility in this Nine Nether Demonic Bell that is difficult for An Zheng to understand, so An Zheng cannot completely control it freely. The purple fire burning in the alchemy furnace seemed to be able to burn everything. An Zheng wondered if he could take advantage of the old man's angry purple fire to recast the Nine Nether Demonic Bell
The old man Zihuo said angrily: "Will I believe you? I suppressed you so miserably, and you finally got a chance to resist, and then destroyed the Immortal Palace. Will I believe you?"
The old man's neck was pinched by An Zheng and he was unable to break free. Purple lightning and scorching sun appeared in An Zheng's hand at the same time, and Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder blasted out from his hand. The old man's body was immediately torn to pieces, and the wandering purple fire was floating around like a will-o'-the-wisp.
The last time during the fierce battle with the Nineteen Demons, the Nine Nether Demon Bell almost lost control. After all, it is a magic weapon, and I cannot control it as freely as a magic weapon. Moreover, there is a kind of hostility in this Nine Nether Demonic Bell that is difficult for An Zheng to understand, so An Zheng cannot completely control it freely. The purple fire burning in the alchemy furnace seemed to be able to burn everything. An Zheng wondered if he could take advantage of the old man's angry purple fire to recast the Nine Nether Demonic Bell
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
But after all, this was not a cauldron but an alchemy furnace, and An Zheng was not a master craftsman, so he gave up as soon as the idea came to his mind. It was a purple-grade magic weapon. There were only thirty-six of them in the world, and I had no ability to recast it.
The old man said angrily: "When you low-level people were living in the mortal world, you were only allowed to contribute your blood to stabilize the Immortal Palace every year. Allowing you to live is already the kindness of the Immortal Palace to you. How dare you resist, it is really unnecessary The face is the best!”
An Zheng sucked in his hands, and all the purple fire was sucked into his palms. He originally wanted to try to store the purple fire in the blood bead bracelet, but he was worried about destroying the contents of the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea, waiting to go back and give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift.
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
The old man Zihuo said angrily: "Will I believe you? I suppressed you so miserably, and you finally got a chance to resist, and then destroyed the Immortal Palace. Will I believe you?"
After An Zheng absorbed the purple fire, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me, or I will blast you to pieces. Even if you are a purple-grade immortal weapon, even if you have been alive for thousands of years. Surrender to me, or be destroyed." !”
An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "Is this an immortal?!"
Jiuyou Demon Bell has a natural fear of purple fire. It is not the fear of the magic weapon itself, but the fear of the purple fire by the demonic energy. After thinking of this, An Zheng summoned the Nine Nether Demonic Bell back, then grabbed the Nine Nether Demonic Bell with both hands and blocked it in front of him. The old man rushed over just in time, wrapping his arms around An Zheng and about to die with An Zheng. The purple fire on the old man's body was burning brightly, and An Zheng felt that there was a powerful force struggling in the Jiuyou Demon Bell that he held tightly with his hands.
There was a human face among the Nine Nether Demonic Bells that squeezed the bell so much that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. The eyes that looked at An Zheng were full of resentment. That look seemed to be asking An Zheng, why do you do this
He stretched out his hands, purple lightning swirled, and the scorching sun turned into lavender.
But after all, this was not a cauldron but an alchemy furnace, and An Zheng was not a master craftsman, so he gave up as soon as the idea came to his mind. It was a purple-grade magic weapon. There were only thirty-six of them in the world, and I had no ability to recast it.
The old man said: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals. The inferior is inferior, and it is natural for the inferior to support the superior!"
"Stop quibbling! If you didn't come for the alchemy furnace, how did you get into this medicine field? You are obviously a robber. I would rather die than let you succeed. The Immortal Palace, which was so high at the time, actually Being destroyed by you low-level monsters, my life has no meaning anymore. It’s just to protect this alchemy furnace. Even if I am shattered into pieces, I will let you disappear into thin air!”
Maybe it had been roasted for a long time, but An Zheng hadn't turned into elixir yet, which surprised the old man Zihuo. He murmured to himself: "It doesn't make sense?"
"Why?"
An Zheng felt like his whole body was melting. The heat was simply not something that his body could bear. Even if he had experienced the imitation thunder pool in the secret realm, even if he could withstand the four gravity of the thunder pool, he still could not stop the purple fire. For a few seconds, An Zheng had the illusion that he was about to die. But every time An Zheng felt that he had reached that edge, his body would miraculously bear it.
An Zheng simply lay down in the alchemy furnace, resting his arm on his head and looking at the purple-fire old man: "Why do you have to burn me to death?"
The Nine Gang Heavenly Thunder reappeared, and the alchemy furnace began to tremble!
An Zheng felt like his whole body was melting. The heat was simply not something that his body could bear. Even if he had experienced the imitation thunder pool in the secret realm, even if he could withstand the four gravity of the thunder pool, he still could not stop the purple fire. For a few seconds, An Zheng had the illusion that he was about to die. But every time An Zheng felt that he had reached that edge, his body would miraculously bear it.
In this world, there will always be luck that others cannot understand. Maybe this was a debt to An Zheng from his previous life, or maybe it was his destiny. An Zheng withstood the baptism of thunder and lightning in the Thunder Pond, and the test of purple fire in the Phoenix Qu Dan Furnace. Now in the Immortal Palace, he encountered both dangers. First it was Suanni's purple lightning, and now it inexplicably entered a huge alchemy furnace.
An Zheng has adapted to the temperature of the purple fire. No matter how powerful the flame is, it won't change much. Unless the quality of the fire is improved, it's just a matter of more and less. Increasing the amount of fire rather than changing the quality of the fire will not have a great impact on An Zheng. After another four or five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort at all. Instead, he felt as comfortable and relaxed as a hot spring.