Even after the flying dragon fled for a long time, the palace was still in a commotion and could not calm down for a long time.
Moreover, after the Feilong incident, everyone has already understood that this golden bowl is not without any dangers. If you accidentally trigger the golden bowl's attack, your life may be at risk.
If it hadn't been for the last demon god's clone taking action just now, even the flying dragon that was half a step into the Yin and Yang realm would have been burnt to ashes by the power of the Jinbo light.
However, everyone still couldn't resist the temptation of the golden bowl. Finally, someone suddenly said: "This golden bowl seems to only attack the demons. As for us human warriors, it will not cause danger. From this point of view, this destined person will naturally be
We human warriors!”
The person who spoke was none other than Miyamoto Musashi. After he finished speaking, his body hurriedly moved forward.
At this moment, the Amaterasu clone in his body suddenly sent a message: "You kid, please listen to me, this Void Dao Ancestor is no small matter. Even in the big world of the earth, he is a top tyrannical figure!"
"Furthermore, my Amaterasu Palace and his Void Dao Palace have always been at odds with each other. Please do not expose my existence. Otherwise, you and I will be killed together. Do you hear me?"
Amaterasu's clone's words were quite solemn. It seemed that even Amaterasu, the great master of the Taoist Ancestor, was quite afraid of him.
Miyamoto Musashi stood in front of the altar and said seriously: "This villain knows, please rest assured Amaterasu, the villain only forces out his own essence and blood, and will never use the great power of the great god!"
"That's good!" Amaterasu's clone shouted coldly, and immediately restrained his aura completely to prevent the golden bowl on the altar from feeling the presence of his aura.
Miyamoto Musashi quickly bit his index finger and then forced out the blood essence and sprinkled it towards the golden bowl in front of him. However, just like before, the golden bowl suddenly vibrated, and an impact force swept out immediately.
Bang!
Miyamoto Musashi was swept away and shot backwards for more than ten meters. Finally, he crashed out of the door, then opened his mouth and spat out blood.
I saw him lying on the ground, his whole body trembling and trembling, his face pale, and his breath was very weak.
Everyone saw this and couldn't help but said: "What's going on? This is just a weak attack. Miyamoto Musashi was actually injured like this. I guess he shouldn't be that weak, right?"
In addition, someone immediately snorted: "Don't you know, Miyamoto Musashi, an old man, has already been destroyed by the Chinese Ancestral Dragon's Xuan Dan, and his strength has naturally been greatly weakened."
However, someone soon said: "Although this is the case, when he took action to snatch the inheritance of the clone, his strength was not so weak, right?"
"Strange, really strange..."
Listening to the whispers around him, Tang Feng frowned slightly, and his eyes gradually brightened as he stared at Miyamoto Musashi.
Tang Feng secretly guessed that probably because he was afraid of this golden bowl, the evil god hidden in Miyamoto Musashi did not dare to be exposed and completely restrained.
Without the protection and help of the evil god, Miyamoto Musashi's strength will naturally be greatly reduced.
"Looks like we have to be careful. Miyamoto Musashi knew that the Mysterious Pill in his body was damaged and still dared to fight for this treasure. He obviously has great confidence in himself!" Tang Feng secretly sighed in his heart.
The flying dragon that is currently the greatest threat has been severely damaged and fled, and has completely lost its threat.
As for the Shaolin monks, Tang Feng did not have to be afraid. Even the two powerful pharaohs from ancient Tianzhu, Tang Feng was not afraid at all.
The only thing that makes him slightly elusive is the old guy Miyamoto Musashi!
Miyamoto Musashi finally got up. Although his face showed the same unwillingness, he did not dare to come forward anymore. Obviously, he was not destined for this golden bowl.
As several top experts stepped forward to experiment one by one and retreated, Tang Feng was soon the only one left.
Shadow Dragon saw this and quickly stepped forward and said: "Master Zulong Ci, you are the only one left among all the top powers. Come up and have a look. Maybe you are the destined person."
Hong Qitian also smiled and said: "Maybe, Lao Zulong has long said that Zulong Ci is a man of great luck, and this golden bowl may be destined to him."
Tang Feng listened and quickly waved his hands and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's hard to say. I'm equally elusive about this precious golden bowl."
As he spoke, he immediately stepped forward slightly, bit his index finger and sprinkled the blood essence into the golden bowl.
Everyone in the back was watching, and many people said: "Ancestral Dragon Thorn is now the most talented and powerful person in China, maybe..."
However, before these people could finish their words, the golden bowl on the altar erupted into vibrations, and then, a rebounding force rushed towards Tang Feng.
Tang Feng was not shaken back. He just waved his hand lightly to disperse the rebounding force. At the same time, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said with a bitter smile: "It seems that I have no chance with this golden bowl."
Although he was a little disappointed, he didn't feel unwilling to do so. After all, he sought fate in everything. Since he had no chance of getting this precious golden bowl, he couldn't force it.
Shadow Dragon, the Beggar Gang and others also sighed: "Even the Ancestral Dragon Thorn has no chance of being destined for this golden bowl. We, we, really can't think of anyone else here who is destined for this golden bowl?"
No one knew the answer, and naturally no one answered it. However, after several top experts experimented, the weaker King Wu soon became unable to hold on any longer.
After all, this golden bowl will not take the initiative to attack easily, and even the rebound will vary from person to person.
"Let's try it with the monk!" Shaolin Master Xuanfa suddenly said. After clasping his hands and chanting the Xuanfo chant, he immediately stepped forward, but in the end the golden bowl still bounced him away.
Immediately afterwards came the headmaster of Gu Tianzhu Xitian Organization, followed by many masters from Jiuji Sect, and even Hong Qitian, Duan Hongyi Yinglong and others were all knocked back without exception.
Without exception, these weaker Martial King Realm experts have not been recognized by Jinbo.
"This is really strange. Is it really so difficult for this golden bowl to recognize its owner?" someone sighed.
As King Wu retreated one by one, it was finally the turn of the masters of the True Yuan Wujun Realm to take the stage. However, in the end, they all ended in failure.
"Damn it, if you look at it this way, I'm afraid almost no one here can conquer this golden bowl!" Many people sighed.
Of course, it's not like no one has mentioned taking action by force, but Feilong has learned from the past. Even a half-step Yin-Yang master like Feilong can't take a move, so no one dares to act rashly.
By the end, there were nearly a hundred people in the hall, almost ninety people had come forward to experiment, and less than ten people were left.
Tang Feng looked at it, then suddenly fixed his gaze on the mad dragon behind him, and said with a smile: "Tie Niu, go up and take a look."
Kuanglong said blankly: "Me? Boss, are you kidding? Even you can't do it. Besides, Mouse and the others have not been recognized. I'm afraid I can't do it."
Tang Feng smiled and said: "That's not necessarily true. Approval of this golden bowl is not based on strength. Maybe you are really destined to this golden bowl!"
