The huge magma that appeared in front of us was the heaven-defying sacred weapon, the Spirit-Swallowing Magma River.
When Zhuo Wen first found the Spirit-Devouring Magma River in Canglong Palace, the spirit of the Spirit-Devouring Magma River did not yet recognize Zhuo Wen and refused to recognize Zhuo Wen as his master.
Now that Zhuo Wen has been promoted to Heavenly Sage, Zhuo Wen naturally wants to test whether the swallowing lava river is willing to admit its master.
The swallowing lava river was suspended in the air. After a moment of silence, a rather childish voice came out: "Your cultivation is still not enough, but your strength is barely passable, so I will reluctantly recognize you as my master!"
After saying that, the swallowing magma river shrank to a size of several feet and floated in front of Zhuo Wen.
Hearing Tunling Magma River's words, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but laugh. The weapon spirit of Tunling Magma River is really a child's heart, but this Tunling Magma River is willing to accept its master, and Zhuo Wen is also quite happy in his heart.
After biting his thumb, Zhuo Wen dropped a drop of blood on the swallowing magma river. Then Zhuo Wen felt a sense of compatibility of blood, as if the swallowing magma river in front of him had become his left and right arms, all under his control.
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Although Zhuo Wen obtained the Tunling Magma River in the past, he was unable to exert its full power because he could not make the Tunling Magma River recognize its owner.
Now that the Swallowing Spirit Magma River has recognized its master, Zhuo Wen knows that he can fully unleash the full power of the Swallowing Spirit Magma River. He can fight against warriors from the heaven-defying holy realm just by relying on the Swallowing Spirit Magma River.
"Young man, you did a good job! You actually cleared up the old man's resentment very cleanly."
Suddenly, a vicissitudes of sound came from the bloody hall, and Zhuo Wen's eyes suddenly became a little gloomy. He was naturally familiar with the owner of this voice, who was the spirit of the blood cauldron.
Zhuo Wen slowly turned around, looked at the old man who walked out of the flesh wall with a smile, and said with a little displeasure: "Senior really came in time. I just got rid of the resentment, and senior came out!"
The old man ignored Zhuo Wen's displeasure at all, but stretched and said: "It's so comfortable. This is the first time in ten thousand years that I feel so comfortable."
"It seems that you are angry, little guy? Hehe, young people should not be so petty! There are dozens of passages around this bloody hall, and there are still a lot of resentments hidden in them. I'll help you later, young man.
"
Seeing the smiling face of the old man in front of him, Zhuo Wen's mouth twitched, and he had the urge to slap him.
"The junior's promotion to Heavenly Saint depends entirely on the Blood Refining Pool and the seniors. Leave the rest of the resentment to the junior!"
Zhuo Wen sighed softly, clasped his fists at the old man, stepped on his feet, and disappeared into the bloody hall.
"Killing underworld finger? If I remember correctly, this is Taoist Canglong's unique magic, right? This kind of magic has been lost for a long time after Taoist Canglong disappeared. I'm afraid not many people can recognize this magic now.
Bar?"
"The underworld in this child comes from the same source as the killing underworld finger used by Taoist Canglong thousands of years ago. Could it be that this child has been inherited by Taoist Canglong?"
When Zhuo Wen disappeared from the spot, the smile on the old man's face slowly faded, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
"I really didn't expect that a spiritual body born from a small mortal cauldron of yours could actually recognize the Killing Underworld Finger. This really surprises me!"
Just as the old man finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind the old man.
The old man's pupils shrank slightly and he backed away suddenly. His pupils were narrowed and he stared at the figure behind him who was leaning against a bloody flesh wall.
This figure is wearing a black robe, with long flowing hair covering his face. His face is looming, and his true appearance cannot be seen clearly.
If Zhuo Wen were here, he would definitely be able to recognize him. Isn't this person the number one mountain god?
"Who are you?"
The old man broke out in a cold sweat and stared at the number one mountain god in front of him. In his blood cauldron world, he was the master, but he was not aware of the man in black robe appearing behind him.
"It doesn't matter who I am, I just want to know now, how did you recognize the killing hell finger?"
The first mountain god slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, exuding a murderous intent as real as his.
The moment the old man saw those eyes, his whole body trembled and he almost fell to the ground.
The old man is the spirit of the blood cauldron, and the blood cauldron has been watered by the blood of countless creatures for thousands of years. The old man has seen countless killings and murderous intentions, but compared with the murderous intent in the eyes of the black-robed man in front of him,
There is basically one heaven and one earth.
With just one look from this black-robed man, the old man felt an unbearable heaviness, as if just one thought from this look could completely make him disappear.
At this moment, the old man didn't know that he had encountered the most terrifying existence he had ever seen in his life. He was well-informed, and he could feel that the terror of this person was already comparable to that of the peerless powerful man from thousands of years ago.
"explain……"
The First Mountain God slowly spoke out this word, his voice full of murderous connotations.
"Although the villain is an ordinary cauldron, his existence can be traced back to the catastrophe thousands of years ago. In that catastrophe, the villain was just an ordinary cauldron. However, many powerful men fell in that catastrophe. The villain was watered because of
The blood of a peerless strong man gives rise to spiritual wisdom."
"Because the villain is really insignificant, he survived the disaster. After the catastrophe, martial arts declined, and the battlefield was split into a dead land by the powerful, and the villain was luckily brought out by the first Lord of the Blood Refining Palace.
The dead place of corpses."
"Because the villain has some intelligence, the first palace master left the villain in the Blood Refining Mansion. Later, as time went by, he was gradually used as an object for sacrifices. Over time, he became a blood
This is what Ding looks like.”
The old man quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head to look at the First Mountain God, and told his origin in one breath.
"The main reason why the villain recognizes the Killing Underworld Finger is that he accidentally saw the battle between Canglong Taoist and Tianchong, and Canglong Taoist used the Killing Underworld Finger."
"Although that kid just mastered very little underworld, it was indeed the aura of the killing underworld finger..."
The First Mountain God leaned on the bloody flesh wall and stared at the old man without saying a word. The old man was kneeling on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.
"I see……"
The First Mountain God murmured softly, with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, but he soon came to his senses, and he said calmly: "Since there is a scene in your memory of Master Canglong using the Killing Underworld Finger, show this scene to Zhuo Wen."
The old man trembled, hesitated for a moment, and then agreed: "Yes!"
When the old man raised his head again, he found that the first mountain god had disappeared.
"Oh my god! Who is this person? It's too terrifying, as if his eyes can kill me completely. But judging from this person's words and deeds, it should be related to that kid just now. It seems that I can only follow
What this person said was that he showed that boy the scene of Master Canglong using his Killing Underworld Finger."
The old man sighed softly, but he blamed himself for talking too much. If he hadn't talked too much, I'm afraid he wouldn't have brought out the terrifying existence just now.
After a while, Zhuo Wen walked out of the passage. At this moment, the number of drops of yellow spring water surrounding him had grown to 220.
Seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the old man sighed softly, then walked forward quickly and said: "Little friend, is this the Killing Underworld Finger you are using?"
Zhuo Wen, who was originally looking happy, suddenly changed his expression. He looked at the old man warily and said, "How do you know?"
When Zhuo Wen first practiced the Killing Underworld Finger, the jade slip had already said that this immortal technique was unique to Canglong Taoist, and it was too weak in the early stage, so it was impossible for others to consider it as an immortal technique.
This is also the reason why Zhuo Wen dared to use and cultivate the Killing Underworld Finger blatantly. Now the Blood Cauldron Spirit recognized the Killing Underworld Finger at a glance, which really calmed Zhuo Wen.
"Hey! I'll show you a picture and you'll understand everything!"
The old man sighed softly, and immediately pointed out the void with his skinny right hand. Suddenly, the blood of the Blood Refining Pool in the hall suddenly surged into the sky, and immediately formed a huge picture.
In this picture, there are many scenes flickering, and then the scene freezes on one of the pictures.
This is a devastated land, covered with many ravines, like the wrinkles on an old man's face, densely packed, revealing vicissitudes of life and desolation all the time.
Zhuo Wen knew that this land was being baptized by war, and countless lives were lost in it.
Suddenly, in the far distance of the earth, a darkness surged. This darkness covered the sky and the sun, and invaded the earth. Wherever it passed, everything in the sky and on the earth was completely dark.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and looked far into the distance. Only then did he realize that the darkness that was coming was not the real darkness, but the endless weird bugs covered in bone spurs and black armor. Each bug was huge, and the number was even more numerous.
Countless too.
"That's...the Celestial Insect Clone?"
Seeing the dense and almost countless black beetles, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Zhuo Wen was really familiar with these black beetles. Aren't they the clones of the heavenly insects that almost destroyed the Nine Nether Realm?
Moreover, this endless aura of the Heavenly Insect clones is even more terrifying than the Heavenly Insect clones that originally appeared in the Nine Nether Realm. Such a large number of Heavenly Insect clones would probably be difficult for even immortal saint-level warriors to resist.
Then, Zhuo Wen saw a figure on the other side of the earth.
This is a middle-aged man. He is wearing a blue robe and has his hair pulled into a bun. He exudes a free and easy connotation.
The moment he saw this middle-aged man, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but exclaimed: "Taoist Canglong..."
Zhuo Wen, who had seen the shadow of Taoist Canglong in Canglong Hall, recognized the identity of this figure at a glance. He was Taoist Canglong, the master of Canglong Hall.
Taoist Canglong's eyes were indifferent, he stood facing the wind, his robes were hunting, and he stared at the infinite celestial insect clones that were getting closer and closer. He did not flinch, but pointed out the void with a finger.
Wow!
In an instant, a thousand-foot yellow spring suddenly surged up from behind Taoist Canglong. This yellow spring could reach up to the nine heavens and down into the nine secluded places. It straddled the sky and the earth. Its power was not much worse than that of the Chong Chong's clone.