It was terrifying for a peak great sage to fight tooth and nail. Feng Jinghong was unable to withstand the two pieces of imperial armor and was so shocked that he vomited blood.
Ying Yuan still wanted to hit the target, but he had no chance.
A blue divine pot shone with the light of a flying fairy and hit him from behind.
The Emperor's Weapon of the Bright Clan - the Divine Refining Pot!
Ying Yuan wanted to recall the Chengxian Cauldron for defense, but the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar turned into a black hole and sucked him tightly.
"Get away!" Ying Yuan exploded, his beard and hair tangled with thunder.
The Immortal Cauldron glowed brightly and broke free from the entanglement of the magic jar, but in the end it was a breath too late and failed to completely protect Ying Yuan.
Boom!
The God Refining Pot hit the Immortal Cauldron hard, green light and cyan light reflected each other, Ying Yuan vomited blood and was seriously injured on the spot.
Feng Jinghong suppressed his injuries, raised the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar and blasted it towards him. Ying Yuan laughed angrily: "How dare you want to take advantage of this?"
The Immortal Cauldron rose again and had a head-on collision with the Heaven-Swallowing Devil's Jar. Feng Jinghong was shocked again and his blood spurted out, but he ignored it and continued to activate the magic jar to attack.
Ying Yuan was also shocked and his injuries worsened, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that Feng Jinghong, a saint, dared to stalk him like this, he was so angry that he wanted to fight with all his strength, but the God Refining Pot had already attacked again.
Glancing at Feng Jinghong with hatred, Ying Yuan got up and drove away.
No matter how strong he is, there is no way he can handle three imperial weapons on his own, and the opponent also has a great sage. If he continues to delay, he will only die.
The lightning flashed, and Ying Yuan escaped hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant. In another flash, his shadow was completely gone, leaving the three great sages who came over to stare.
Imperial soldiers can increase their attack power, but cannot increase their speed.
When it comes to escape techniques, Ying Yuan can beat them all!
"Little friend, this man has imperial soldiers with him. We who are ambushing on the outside may not be able to stop him!" the Holy Spirit said worriedly.
Feng Jinghong wiped the five-color divine blood from the corner of her mouth and said coldly: "It doesn't matter, I have my own way!"
Under the confused gazes of the three great sages, Feng Jinghong took out an altar, poured various kinds of blood on it, and then began to recite ancient mantras.
After watching for a moment, the great sage of the Guangming Tribe saw the doorway and said hesitantly: "This is the altar for summoning imperial soldiers. Do you want to summon new imperial soldiers?"
Feng Jinghong chuckled: "Yes, since he has imperial soldiers that are difficult to deal with, then just grab his imperial soldiers!"
The three great saints looked at each other, and the great saint of light frowned: "My friend, what is needed to summon the imperial soldiers is the blood of the soldier master, not just any blood!"
As a great sage who has been in charge of the Imperial Arms all year round, he has a relatively good understanding of how to use the Imperial Arms.
In his opinion, Feng Jinghong was completely fooling around! If it weren't for the remaining fragments of the elixir, the old great sage might have walked away.
After all, they are the enemy's imperial soldiers. They must have been sacrificed for many years. Can you just set up an altar and snatch them away?
Feng Jinghong didn't answer and continued to recite the incantation. Soon the altar had absorbed all kinds of blood and emitted a blood-colored light.
Electricity was generated in the void, ink clouds were rolling, various strange scenes appeared one after another, and ancient sacrificial sounds could be vaguely heard, vast and grand.
At this point, Feng Jinghong stopped reciting the incantation, then took out a stone full of holes and placed it on the altar.
In an instant, the fairy light broke through the sky!
It is true that Feng Jinghong does not have the blood of the Master of the Immortal Cauldron, but he has the weapon spirit of the Immortal Cauldron!
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Ying Yuan was running for his life. He was seriously injured. Once he was entangled by Feng Jinghong and the others, he might really die here!
"You underestimated him. He really deserves to be the son of an immortal old ghost. He has exactly the same sinister temperament!"
From the moment the God Refining Pot appeared, he figured out that not only was he secretly planning to hunt the other party, but the other party had also prepared a trap to catch him.
"When I go back this time, I must report to the old god Lord for getting rid of this son at all costs. The cultivation of a sage is so terrifying. I am afraid he will be an immortal emperor again in the future! Fortunately, I brought the Immortal Cauldron with me this time, otherwise... huh?"
In Ying Yuan's dull expression, the Immortal Cauldron that had been floating quietly above his sea of suffering suddenly glowed brightly and revived on its own.
Before he had time to react, the Immortal Cauldron broke through his sea of suffering and soared into the sky.
"Poof!" The sea of suffering was broken, and Ying Yuan vomited out large mouthfuls of blood on the spot. He was seriously injured and almost fell down.
But now he no longer cared about his own body, and hurriedly suppressed his injuries and chased after Xianding who flew away.
"what on earth is it?!"
The Xianding recovered independently, something that had never happened in millions of years. Ying Yuan felt panicked and confused.
After millions of years of hard work, the divine organization has collected one-third of the Immortal Cauldron, which will soon be put to use on the road to immortality.
If it were lost at this juncture, the leaders in the organization would definitely eat them alive!
After chasing for a certain distance, Ying Yuan stopped because he found that he was actually going back the same way!
"Could it be that boy's fault?"
Ying Yuan guessed the truth, but couldn't believe it.
Or to be more precise, I don't want to believe it.
Why can the son of the Immortal Emperor control the Emperor's Immortal Cauldron? The two parties should obviously have a life-or-death relationship!
"No, I don't believe it! I have to see it with my own eyes!" Ying Yuan gritted his teeth.
…
The truth is cruel. When Ying Yuan risked his life and came over, what caught his eyes was the image of Chengxian Cauldron shining brightly in Feng Jinghong's hand. It was unbelievably more active than when it was in his hand.
How many!
puff!
Ying Yuan spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot: "How could this happen!"
I and others have thought that Emperor Zun's revenge was the goal all their lives, but now Emperor Zun's Immortal Cauldron has surrendered to the enemy?
Then what has God organized millions of your efforts and the efforts of countless generations to become? Is it a joke?
At this moment, Ying Yuan felt that the faith in his heart had collapsed!
"Why? Why!" Ying Yuan shouted angrily!
Just by relying on the scriptures I learned from Emperor Zun, I still control the spirit of the Immortal Cauldron.
Feng Jinghong replied silently in his heart, but naturally he would not say it with his mouth. He looked down at Ying Yuan indifferently:
"The emperor has no morals and wants to sacrifice himself for the sake of the world. He can't even stand his own weapons and has abandoned him. Do you people still have to resist?"
"No, it won't happen..." Ying Yuan was in a state of confusion.
There are many theories in the world about the battle that led to immortality at the end of the myth.
The theory of the Immortal Dynasty and the Underworld was that Emperor Zun planned to sacrifice the blood of other Supremes to succor himself, but the conspiracy was exposed and he was killed.
The theory circulated within the divine organization is exactly the opposite. It was the Immortal Emperor and a group of supreme beings who thought of a gentleman as a villain and plotted against the emperor for no reason, causing the collapse of heaven.
Ying Yuan naturally believed in the latter. Every core member of the divine organization regarded the Emperor as a god. Naturally, he did not want to believe that the idol in his heart was a despicable villain.
But if what the other party said is false, how to explain the current performance of the Immortal Cauldron?
He has been in charge of the Immortal Cauldron for many years, and he is very aware of how dead the Immortal Cauldron is on weekdays, but now it is as active as a child. This is definitely not something that can be achieved simply by relying on magic power!
"No, no, it is absolutely impossible for a weapon to betray its owner! No matter how despicable the owner's character is, it will not affect the weapon's loyalty. You must have used some despicable means to deceive the immortal cauldron!" Ying Yuan suddenly said from
In confusion, he raised his head and stared at Feng Jinghong.
After all, he is a great sage who has experienced hundreds of battles. No matter how severe the impact, he cannot completely lose his mind.
"Poor and pathetic, kill him!" Feng Jinghong ordered coldly.
He did say these words deliberately to disturb Ying Yuan's mind, but they were not entirely lies.
Throughout the ages, Emperor Zun is truly the only person who has been betrayed by his own weapon spirit.
This is certainly related to the gestation method of the Immortal Cauldron, but if he hadn't been cruel and indifferent, how could he have thought of using the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains to cultivate the immortal weapon, a method that would harm the peace of the world?
In the final analysis, he brought it upon himself!
This time Ying Yuan could not leave. He was seriously injured and lost the protection of the Immortal Cauldron. Naturally, he was no match for the three great saints. He was killed on the spot!
The great sage of the Guangming Tribe glanced at the Immortal Cauldron, his heart burning, but after looking at the other two people and Feng Jinghong, he still suppressed his inappropriate thoughts:
"Now that this beast has been killed, I won't bother you any more and take my leave first!" After that, he walked away.
The leader of the Wing Tribe also coveted the Immortal Cauldron, but he understood the horror of the young man in front of him better than the Great Sage of the Light Tribe. He suppressed his desire and asked: "What should I do next?"
Feng Jinghong put away the Immortal Cauldron and looked in a certain direction: "Of course I'm going to clean out some moths!"
The old patriarch of the Wing Clan was shocked: "What do you mean, little friend...?"
Feng Jinghong's tone was cold: "This person can ambush me so accurately. I don't believe that he calculated this information with his fingers!"