The bronze tripod stands horizontally above the sky.
It casts a large shadow, filled with infinite power and astonishing power.
"The Ancestral Artifact of the Holy Path!"
People exclaimed and their faces changed.
This is an ancient holy weapon and one of the most powerful assets of the Ziyan Sect. Unexpectedly, it was brought by Wu Chongtian.
"No, this is just an imitation, not the real ancestral artifact of the Holy Path!"
Soon, someone noticed something. Although the copper tripod standing horizontally above was powerful, its aura was obviously different from the real ancestral artifact of the Holy Path.
"Even if it is just an imitation, it should not be underestimated. This is the Purple Flame Sect's Ten Thousand Jun Cauldron. In the extremely distant ancient times, it is said that an ancient god was once killed. In this godless era, it is definitely an important weapon.
, can be called invincible!”
"It is rumored that eight thousand years ago, the previous generation of Ziyan Sect Master, before his death, used his essence and blood to temper three imitation Wanjun cauldrons, which can emit one-third of the power of the real cauldron. Once this cauldron is
If you smash it down, this Moge Mountain Gate will probably..."
Everyone looked frightened and flew back, not daring to have the slightest idea of getting closer.
It is enough to show that even if it is just an imitation of the Wanjun Cauldron, no one dares to underestimate its power.
"Buzz..."
In the sky, the cauldron shook violently, as if even the void could no longer bear its presence and became distorted, as if it would collapse at any time.
The huge cauldron is like a mountain, covering the sky, exuding an amazing aura, as if the true meaning of the great road surrounds it.
Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Wu Chongtian gave a cold shout, then no longer hesitated, controlled the Wanjun Cauldron with his thoughts, and smashed it down.
"Bang bang bang!"
Bursts of dull explosions echoed one after another. The real Wanjun Cauldron was rumored to have killed even the ancient gods in the extremely distant ancient times. Even though this was just an imitation, no one dared to underestimate its power.
The huge bronze tripod fell, and wherever it passed, the void collapsed, and terrifying abyss cracks were torn apart by the invisible force.
"Mo Zun!"
In Mo Pavilion, everyone exclaimed that this cauldron was really too terrifying. Before it was smashed down, the momentum it created was as if it was going to destroy the heaven and earth, and it could not be shaken by human beings.
Now, Mo Wangchen is standing in the sky, bathed in the holy light. He seems to have no intention of retreating at all, which makes all the disciples of Mo Pavilion look worried.
"Even if it is the ancestral artifact of the Holy Path, I have nothing to fear, let alone it is just an imitation..."
Mo Wangchen spoke calmly, with a calm look on his face from beginning to end, without any feeling of nervousness.
The divine king's physical body is unparalleled, and he can defeat the soldiers of the holy way with his bare hands. An imitation is nothing to him.
"Boom!"
His body was bathed in divine light. When the Ten Thousand Jun Cauldron approached his head, Mo Wangchen finally moved.
The fist erupted with golden light, which was dazzling. Under the disbelieving eyes of everyone in the audience, it actually punched Wanjun Ding.
"Bang!"
A huge sound echoed, and the Wanjun Cauldron shook wildly. Mo Wangchen punched it and flew it away, causing the cauldron to shake.
The two collided, and a terrifying sound wave erupted, which shook a large mountain in the distance, flattening it and causing the entire mountain to collapse.
"hiss!"
This scene happened suddenly and very quickly.
When everyone reacted, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, their eyes were stunned, and their faces were almost in a daze.
"How is that possible? How dare he shake the Wanjun Cauldron with his bare hands!"
"Oh my God, I'm not dreaming, am I? How powerful is this body that can do this, and actually smash the Wanjun Cauldron away!"
The scene was once noisy. This was a kind of divine power that defied the heavens. It was rumored that the Wanjun Cauldron weighed as much as a hundred thousand mountains and could be lifted by non-human beings.
Even if this is just a replica, the weight is probably staggering.
Now that the cauldron was smashed down, Mo Wangchen used his fist to smash it and flew it away. It was simply unbelievable.
"Master's physical body, even if it is my Luo Shen body, is not even close to one-tenth, what does it mean if it is just a broken cauldron?"
In Mo Pavilion, Jing Yun and four other people stood on top of a mountain, with incomparable fire in their eyes.
The Zi Yan Sect came with great force, and now even Wanjun Cauldron was sacrificed. No one dared to look down upon them, but the four of them had never had any fear.
Because they had spent time with Mo Wangchen and caught up, so they knew each other's temperament.
The fact that Mo Wangchen dared to protect Master Gudeng proved that he had never had any fear of the Ziyan Sect.
"With Master here, why should I, Mo Ge, be afraid of rising up?" Yao Yuntian said, his body trembling slightly with excitement.
"No way?"
"He actually sent the Wanjun Cauldron flying away?"
In the distance, a group of masters from the Purple Flame Sect were in an uproar, with dumbfounded faces and unspeakable surprise.
The Wanjun Cauldron is the holy ancestral weapon of the Ziyan Sect, and they know more about the power of this cauldron than outsiders.
Although this is just an imitation, it was driven down by Great Elder Wu Chongtian himself, and even a master at the Immortal Realm would not dare to shake it with his bare hands.
But at this moment, the Lord of Mo Pavilion did it in front of them.
"Suppress me!"
Wu Chongtian shouted coldly. He was also shocked in his heart, but more unwilling to accept it. He had made great contributions to the Ziyan Sect and was rewarded by the sect master to give him this cauldron.
With this imitation of Wanjun Cauldron, he has extraordinary combat power and is almost invincible in the real fairyland. Not many people dare to fight him.
As soon as the cauldron came out, all the heroes retreated. Over the years, Wu Chongtian defeated countless powerful enemies with the help of the Wanjun cauldron.
However, at this moment, a young man in his twenties could shake this cauldron with his bare hands, which had a huge impact on his heart.
After shouting angrily, he controlled the Ten Thousand Jun Cauldron with his thoughts and smashed it down again. Immortal light surged out from his body and continuously integrated into the Ten Thousand Jun Cauldron, making its power even more infinite.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Wangchen's face remained calm. Facing the impact of the bronze tripod, he first shook his head, but then did not hesitate.
In an instant, his body enlarged and turned into a hundred-foot-tall giant, standing in the sky, bathed in divine light, with his feet in the void, like an ancient god who stepped out of the chaotic years.
"Bang!"
The big hand stretched out and stretched for an unknown distance. The huge palm made Mo Wangchen tightly hold the bronze tripod that was thrown at him.
He exerted force with his palms, and the Wanjun Cauldron, which was as hard as the Nine Heavens Divine Iron, was crushed into a ball of scrap metal.
"puff!"
Wu Chongtian coughed up blood, and flew away as if his body had been hit hard. Wan Junding was deeply attached to him, and now that it was destroyed, he naturally suffered great trauma.
"You actually..."
The blood in his body was surging, and there was an extremely frightened look in his eyes. He did not want to believe that his precious treasure had been crushed to pieces with his bare hands.
"ah!"
After screaming, Wu Chongtian fell on his back and fainted from anger.
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