The Holy Cauldron of Wind fell into Xuantian's hands.
Including the Chaos Sacred Cauldron and Thunder Sacred Cauldron in his hand, Xuantian has a total of three Sacred Cauldrons.
One-third of the mission to find the Nine Holy Cauldrons has been completed.
Lu Juechen's flesh and blood turned into Xiaohu's food.
Although Lu Juechen was only a sixth-level emperor, the energy contained in his flesh and blood was stronger than that of ordinary ninth-level emperors, which made Xiaohu's strength improve a lot.
In the eastern sea, on a certain deserted island.
Xuantian sat on a piece of grass, and beside him stood an ancient three-legged tripod. On the tripod, there was an eternal hurricane flowing. It was the holy tripod of wind.
Not far away, Xiaohu lay lazily on the grass, basking in the sun.
There is still half a month to go before the Black Snake Clan on Dongliu Island holds the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference. With the speed of Xuantian, they can arrive at Dongliu Island at any time, and Master Jinlong will not show up until after the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference is over, so Xuantian The sky is not going to rush over.
Now that you have obtained the Holy Cauldron of Wind, you must study it carefully.
Although Xuantian has comprehended the true meaning of wind, he has never paid much attention to comprehend the profound meaning of wind. Moreover, his talent for comprehending the profound meaning of wind is not high.
However, now that there is the Holy Cauldron of Wind, Xuantian refined the Holy Cauldron of Wind into his own, and directly comprehended the Holy Cauldron of Wind, so that he could comprehend the profound meaning of wind.
Now, Xuantian is comprehending the Holy Cauldron of Wind, he sits with his eyes closed, his mind is connected with the Holy Cauldron of Wind, he feels as if he is in the ocean of wind, his whole body moves and dances with the wind.
The fluctuation of the wind, the melody of the wind, the track of the wind...
Every moment, Xuantian comprehends the profound meaning of wind.
Time passed like running water, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.
Xuantian's comprehension of the Holy Cauldron of Wind has already achieved something, and in the space between his brows, a Hurricane Primordial Spirit is condensed.
Just like the primordial spirit of chaos and the primordial spirit of thunder, one can become a primordial spirit instead of a soul by comprehending the profound meaning through the holy cauldron and blending with the mind.
Under normal circumstances, no matter whether it is condensing sword soul or martial soul, warriors have as many souls as they become kings. Although they can comprehend other profound meanings in the future, they can no longer condense souls.
Possessing the Holy Cauldron can break this rule. Whenever, as long as the Holy Cauldron helps, the warrior can condense one more primordial spirit.
It's just that Xuantian's comprehension of the profound meaning of the wind, in just over ten days, cannot be compared with the profound meanings of chaos, thunder...etc.
Therefore, the Hurricane Primordial Spirit is still very weak and needs a lot of time to continue to comprehend the Holy Cauldron of Wind and strengthen it.
With the Holy Cauldron of Wind in hand, as long as there is time, the comprehension of the Profound Truth of Wind is enough to equalize the Profound Truth of Chaos and the Profound Truth of Thunder.
In a blink of an eye, the day of the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference has arrived, and today is September 1, 10007 in the ancient calendar.
Xuantian took Xiaohu, left the deserted island, and went to Dongliu Island.
As the quasi-emperor, Venerable Golden Dragon would definitely not accept disciples casually.
Now Venerable Golden Dragon is going to find a husband for his newly recruited female disciple, but Venerable Golden Dragon took away Long Ziyan more than three years ago.
Xuantian's intuition told him that Long Ziyan was the newly accepted female disciple of Master Jinlong.
Master Jinlong recruited Long Ziyan a son-in-law, Xuantian would not agree to anyone, so he wanted to participate in the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference and defeat everyone.
With his current strength, only the Emperor Zhun can suppress him. Even the ninth-level emperors are no match for him. Even a perverted evildoer like Lu Juechen has died in his hands. Xuantian has no pressure to participate in the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference.
Only emperors under the age of 150 are allowed to participate in the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference. The chances of appearing ninth-level emperors are very small, and the chances of appearing quasi-emperors are even zero.
Xuantian took a step of millions of miles, and within a short time, he had already arrived at Dongliu Island.
The Black Snake Clan is the number one force in Dongliu Island, and it is not difficult to find out where the Black Snake Clan is. Soon, Xuantian came to the Black Snake Fortress in the east of Dongliu Island.
This is a huge city that stretches for more than two hundred miles. The city walls are made of black stones and are as high as hundreds of feet.
It was not too early for Xuantian to come to the Black Snake Clan, the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference had already started.
Not only a large number of junior masters from the monster race gathered in the Black Snake Fortress, but also a lot of strong human races.
For emperors under the age of 150, there are many human races and monster races in the entire Central Continent region.
People like the monster blood cicada, Shi Tongtian, human Lu Juechen, Fengyun Wudi, etc., are all the latest generation of emperors, only forty or fifty years old. In their senior generation, there are also some geniuses who possess With the ability to leapfrog challenges, some are already level six emperors, some are seventh level emperors, and some have even become eighth level emperors.
There is no ninth-level emperor under the age of 150, let alone a quasi-emperor under the age of 150.
When Xuantian arrived at the Black Snake Fortress, he saw some familiar characters, such as Fengyun Wudi and Zhan Lang. Both of them had the same cultivation base as Xuantian, and they were both level five emperors.
The five perverted monsters of the Central Continent human race, Wei Zhenyu and Lu Juechen died at the hands of Xuantian one after another, Fengyun Wudi, Zhan Lang and Xuantian had a good relationship, and the other Huangfu, who was first-class, did not appear.
When Xuantian arrived, he immediately stood together with Fengyun Wudi and Zhan Lang.
After talking with the two of them, I realized that their purpose was not to get the first place and establish a relationship with the Golden Dragon Master, but that there were too few opportunities for geniuses from the descendants of the human race and the demon race to gather together. They came here because they wanted to meet A junior genius who knows the monster race.
In fact, the ones who are really qualified to chase the first place are not the youngest emperors such as Fengyun Wudi, Zhanlang, Shitongtian... etc., but the geniuses of the previous generation who have already reached the eighth-level emperor.
There are several people who have become eighth-level emperors, several of them from the human race and the monster race. Some are just over a hundred years old, and some are nearly a hundred and fifty years old.
"There are three eighth-level emperors of the descendants of the human race. They are Wei Wuqing from the Wei family, Feng Yunmu from the Fengyun family, and Huangfu Zeming from the Huangfu family. Both Wei Wuqing and Fengyunmu are over one hundred and thirty. Huangfu Zeming is only 109 years old, and all three of them have been eighth-level emperors for more than eight years. Among them, Huangfu Zeming has the greatest potential, and Wei Wuqing and Feng Yunmu may only have the limit of eighth-level emperors. Strength, and Huangfu Zeming should have the combat strength of a ninth-level emperor."
Zhan Lang with fiery red hair explained to Xuan Tian.
Fengyun Wudi said: "There are only two eighth-level emperors of the monster clan, one is Mr. Hualong and the other is Xue Zhongfei. Both of them have very high qualifications. Xue Zhongfei is about the same as Huangfu Zeming. He is 115 years old this year. The main body is a snow sculpture, and Mr. Hualong is only one hundred and seven years old this year, but he has been an eighth-level emperor for more than ten years, so he should be the strongest one, and the main body is a green dragon."
While speaking, Fengyun Wudi pointed out two people to Xuantian, both were fighting in the battlefield ahead, one was wearing white clothes, his hair was also white, his whole body was as white as snow, flying in the snow, and the other was wearing a green robe, tall and tall, It is two meters long and has a horn on its forehead. It is the son of Hualong.
Transforming into a monster and becoming a king can transform into a human form. It's not that this Young Master of Dragon Transformation can't completely transform into a human being, but he deliberately left a corner.
This Mr. Hualong has the blood of a dragon, and he is confident that he will be transformed into a dragon in the future, so he calls himself Mr. Hualong. His horn is a symbol of his status, so it has been kept on his forehead. In his opinion, this is a kind of honor.
The Ten Thousand Monsters Conference is not like a formal competition, one-on-one battles, the winners advance, the losers are eliminated, round after round.
Instead, all participating warriors enter a battlefield and engage in melee. There are only winners and losers. Whoever can persist until the last one and defeat everyone is the winner, and everyone else is the loser.
Now there are only five people left on the battlefield, all eighth-level emperors, Wei Wuqing, Feng Yunmu, and Huangfu Zeming from the human race, Xue Zhongfei from the monster race, and Master Hualong.
Warriors who can become a seventh-level emperor or above are all geniuses with relatively strong combat power. Therefore, after the seventh-level emperor, it becomes more and more difficult to leapfrog challenges.
Geniuses also have potential when their potential is almost exhausted. Like the strong men of the previous generation, they became eighth-level emperors after they were a hundred years old. When their basic potential was exhausted, it would be good if their combat power could remain at the limit of the same level, and it was rare to be able to leapfrog challenges.
The battlefield was an open space fifty miles long and wide, and the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference would come to an end when the five eighth-level emperors decided the last winner.
The name of the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference was resounding, Xuantian thought it would take a long time, so he did not come early in the morning, only then did he realize that the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference was so simple, if he came a little later, he would not be able to catch up.
Fengyun Wudi and Zhan Lang made a brief introduction, and urged Xuantian to go to the battlefield quickly: "If you want to participate in the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference, then go to the battlefield quickly, otherwise they have been fighting for a long time, you wait for them to share the victory If you make negative progress, it will be said that you have taken advantage of it.”
Xuantian nodded to the two of them, his body soared into the sky, and fell towards the battlefield ahead, shouting loudly: "Human Xuantian, come and meet everyone."
At this time, there are still people who will join the battle, beyond everyone's expectations, whether it is the five people in the battle, or the countless strong men watching the battle, all eyes are on Xuantian.
"A fifth-level emperor?"
"Even Fengyun Wudi, Zhanlang, Jingguanhai and other heaven-defying evildoers have lost the cultivation base of the fifth-level emperor. How dare he go to the battlefield?"
"He is Xuantian? The one who beheaded the Son of God in the same realm?"
"Xuantian may have the ultimate combat power of an eighth-level emperor, but Huangfu Zeming, Xue Zhongfei, and Master Hualong all have combat powers that have reached the ninth-level emperor, especially Master Hualong, who is even more powerful."
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Immediately, many people started talking.
"Xuantian, what time is it? You have taken advantage of us after we have fought for so long. However, although the characters of your generation have great potential, they are still unable to compare with our generation. Even if you take advantage It's useless, our Gang Yuan is strong, it's no problem to fight for a day and a night, let me, Wei Wuqing, try it, how many catties and taels do you have?"
Wei Wuqing, who was wearing a blue robe, saw Xuantian flying towards him, shouted, and shot instantly, the Datian Gang Jin Geng's sword energy slashed towards Xuantian.
"go away!"
Xuan Tian gave a cold shout, and when he was in the air, a large number of emperor-level spirit swords flew out, forming the Great Zhoutian Star Sword Formation, and with a swipe of his gesture, a thousand-foot-long lightsaber slashed down.
In an instant, the lightsaber cut through Jin Geng's sword qi from the great sky gang, broke through Wei Wuqing's qi defense, and slashed on the precious sword in Wei Wuqing's hand.
boom-
With a loud explosion, Wei Wuqing vomited blood and retreated more than ten miles in an instant. Less than ten miles behind him was the edge of the battlefield, and he was directly chopped out of the battlefield.