Venerable Ziyang waved his hand slightly, and several people on the stage felt that their bodies were surrounded by an invisible energy, as if being held by big hands, and they were quickly taken away from the battlefield.
In the ancient battlefield that was bustling with people just now, there are only seven terrifying lords left.
The ancient man stared at the abyss where black smoke was constantly rising and his heart beat rhythmically, and he whispered: "It has been ten thousand years, I didn't expect that he is not dead yet, and still retains his heartbeat."
"It is recorded in the ancient books that in the ten thousand-year battle, Duanmu Qing and other holy warriors almost exhausted all their cultivation, crushing his body and destroying the demon soul, leaving only a trace of the remnant soul that penetrated into the heart of the demon god."
Jian Lao's voice was also very vicissitudes of life: "These saints once left a motto, using the ancient divine weapon Medicine King Cauldron to suppress the demonic energy of Qinglian Fairyland, it can ensure that the demon's heart will stop beating forever, and that ray of residual soul will be lost.
If we lose our vitality, we will no longer be able to make trouble and endanger the world."
"This demon's heart has stopped beating for tens of thousands of years. Why does it appear and resume beating today?"
"Fellow Taoist Wangu, are you sure that there is nothing wrong with the Medicine King Cauldron?"
The Medicine King Cauldron, in the eyes of outsiders, is the top magic weapon of Qinglian Fairyland.
Anyone who enters, even if they do not need to use any heavenly spirit or earthly treasure, can still temper a terrifying strong man with only the tens of thousands of years of boiling medicine residue from this Medicine King Cauldron.
But in fact, he also has another unknown role.
After thousands of years of brewing medicine, I have accumulated countless pure willpower of sentient beings, and here I suppress the heart of the devil!
The ancient man Wan Gu frowned slightly: "As an ancient artifact, the Medicine King Cauldron is responsible for the life and death of this world. It is closely guarded by the Holy Girl Qinglian and never leaves for a moment."
"And I will also patrol the Medicine King's Hall every three days today."
"The last time I went there was three days ago. The Medicine King Cauldron was safe and sound, and there was nothing unusual about it."
He knew what Jian Lao meant, he was worried that something went wrong with the Medicine King Cauldron, which would cause the Demon God's heart to beat again.
"Friend Eternal Daoist, I have no other intentions."
Jian Lao spoke deeply: "You and I have never seen the strangeness of this demonic energy. It can easily disturb people's hearts and silently make a respected person become a demon..."
Master Wan Gu took a deep breath, waved his hand and shouted: "Is Venerable Qinglian here?"
A faint cyan shadow appeared in mid-air, and a faint female voice came: "Master Wan Gu, please give me your instructions."
"As the Venerable Master of Qinglian Fairyland, you must investigate the matter of the Medicine King Cauldron at this time. I hope you can give an accurate answer when we come out."
"clear."
The shadow was faint and disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.
"For thousands of years, we seem to have forgotten the existence of these things."
"But I didn't expect that they would actually appear at this critical moment..."
The eyes of Eternal Ancient Man are deep, as if they can penetrate through the ages: "The situation is coming. As innate sages, you and I, and each of us has countless disciples and descendants standing behind us. At this time, don't be afraid of your hands and feet."
His eyes finally locked on the entrance of the abyss: "Everyone will go down with me today. The main purpose is to explore. If you encounter any problems or dangers, the first task is to preserve your strength and find out what happened inside."
"After we have figured this out, we will come up and activate the Yaowang Cauldron to suppress this place again and restore peace to the world."
The old man's voice was full of vicissitudes and majesty: "Now, I want to seal this world with my own hands. I wish you all good luck."