SanjitNovel Chapter 366 5 Painted Golden Pots
Chapter 366 5 Painted Golden Pots
Compared with dead things like zombies and puppets, undead are a very special existence.
It not only retains the attack methods and cultivation level of the previous life, but also has independent thoughts.
It has a contractual relationship with the summoner, not a master and servant.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, those who can survive in the form of undead are not weak, and they are not very good at fighting opponents when performing tasks.
It is precisely for these reasons that the headmaster of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League ordered the opponent to retreat voluntarily.
Subduing others without fighting is more labor-saving and more in line with the identity of the strong.
He originally thought that after he showed his serious attitude, the other party would definitely judge the situation and even choose a symbolic confrontation and then take the initiative to end the battle.
Unexpectedly, the other party not only put on a posture of fighting to the death, but also taunted him aloud.
Is this monster undead tired of the state of contracting with people and listening to people's summons?Does it want to take this opportunity to return to heaven and earth and enter the next round?
The reason that the teacher can think of is the same over and over again, because he doesn't think that the undead of monsters and contracted humans will really have feelings for each other.
According to intelligence, the ancient Qilin King in front of him was originally the background of the original Chiyang Sect, and he had fought with the owner of the Jiuzhong Pavilion. Later, the Chiyang Sect was destroyed, and its natal bone was obtained by the other party.
Under such circumstances, to say how strongly the ancient Qilin King could have a strong sense of identification with the Jiuzhong Pavilion, I really don't even believe in ghosts!
The head teacher is not interested in continuing to explore, since there are stones that are going to block his way, then he just tramples them into dust!
He didn't make another sound, and raised his palm to sacrifice a small five-color golden pot.
The small pot is about the size of an adult's fist. The base color is porcelain white. The body of the pot is painted with dragon and phoenix totems. Through the translucent material, it can be seen that it is half full of liquid.
The five-color painting gold pot floated out like a light feather, suspended in the sky, and when the spout was tilted, the spiritual liquid inside it poured out instantly.
A column of spiritual fluid as thick as a thumb fell down like a waterfall, directly enveloping the huge bone body of the ancient Qilin King.
Looking from a distance, the tiny five-color painting gold pot has already become a little bigger than a bean, and the endless extremely cold spiritual liquid is like a river falling down, majestic and very spectacular.
However, the ancient Qilin King who was under the waterfall couldn't give birth to any appreciation.
At this moment, its skeleton is gradually falling apart under the washing of the spiritual liquid.
The unicorn real fire attached to the bone was also extinguished for the next time under the action of the extreme cold force.
The ear-piercing "sizi" sound is mixed with the galloping roar of the waterfall, forming a swan song of the dead.
The ancient Qilin King originally wanted to reduce some of the enemy's combat power for Mu Feng, but in the end he died before he could go out.
After all, he is a strong person in the fourth level of the Supreme Realm, and the means he can use are by no means comparable to those of the lower three ranks.
But in a short while, the huge bone body of the ancient Qilin King has melted down to the size of the head. If he still can't break free from the bottom of the waterfall, it will be completely refined.
"Hey, the strong enemy this time is really tricky. I don't know if that kid Mu Feng can handle it?"
"Although he has a lot of hole cards, his foundation is still weak after all. If we can give him more time, it should be no problem to fight against the third rank in the Supreme Realm."
"Now, I just hope that after he senses the situation on my side, he will withdraw to the cabinet as soon as possible. My death is worthwhile."
Perhaps it was because of the dead things, the ancient Qilin King had a very open-minded attitude towards death.
It has no fear or panic, not even regret, that it will cease to exist.
When its entire skeleton was washed down to the size of a walnut, it lost even the strength to struggle.
It was soaked in the extremely cold spirit liquid and rolled over, waiting for the last moment.
At this moment, a sword light suddenly swept across, cutting the surging water of the waterfall into two.
The spout of the five-color gold painting pot is still pouring spiritual liquid, but the cascading waterfall seems to have frozen.
It was a moment of absolute stillness, and a sword cut off the flow of water. This level of sword intent was the first time even the head teacher of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League had seen it.
This miraculous sword was naturally made by Mu Feng.
After clearing all the enemies on the battlefield below, he immediately sensed the changes in the sky.
'The combat power of the third-rank powerhouse in the Supreme Realm really shouldn't be underestimated. If Senior Corpse Ancestor Yanlong confronts him, who is stronger? '
Mu Feng has just stepped into the Supreme, and his sharpness is in full swing, so naturally he will not shrink back and dare not step forward when encountering a strong enemy.
On the contrary, only an opponent of this level can arouse his fighting spirit.
The previous few enemy cultivators who were lower than the third rank could barely be regarded as a warm-up.
The waterfall from the five-color golden pot is hundreds of miles wide, and Mu Feng is temporarily unable to use the field of mind while rescuing the ancient Qilin King.
After cutting off the falling force of the spiritual liquid, Mu Feng grabbed the animal bone the size of a jujube pit into his palm, and then rushed straight up to the clouds.
After careful induction, he realized that the ancient Qilin King had fallen into a deep sleep. In comparison, it was a bit like a mortal's state of losing his soul.
If it can be awakened, there is still a glimmer of life. If it cannot be awakened, it will die directly.
Sensing that the soul imprint of the ancient Qilin King had not completely dissipated, Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
To other people, this state of dying candles in the wind is no different from death, but for Mu Feng who has mastered the full version of the Yin-Yang Soul Art and many heaven-defying resources, it can still be rescued.
As long as there are enough materials, there is no problem in restoring the original shape.
"You say you can't beat others, what kind of hero are you? Get a good sleep, this enemy, I'm here to take over."
"Also, thank you."
Although he knew that the ancient Qilin King's consciousness had already entered a chaotic state and could not hear his own words, Mu Feng still sincerely thanked the little bone in his palm.
If it weren't for the ancient Qilin King's help to hold Mufeng out of the pass, it's hard to say whether the big formation of the Jiuzhong Pavilion would have been blasted, but Ling Xiao definitely wouldn't be able to survive.
Not only Ling Xiao, but everyone who rushed out of the formation and tried to rescue them also died.
Regardless of whether the teacher's cooperating delay was to lure the snake out of the hole, in short, Mu Feng remembered the friendship of the ancient Qilin King in his heart.
Just as he was about to fly away from the waterfalls, the teacher's sneer came down at this moment.
"If you don't care about the life and death of the dead beast, quietly sneak behind me, and then launch a domain offensive directly, you can still take me into the army."
"Your choice really surprised me. It's a pity, now you don't even have the chance to force me to change my exercises!"
As soon as the words fell, the Wucai Jin Pot, which was still pouring out the extremely cold spiritual liquid, suddenly burst out with an inexplicable suction force, sucking Mu Feng who had just swept to the mouth of the waterfall into the pot.
The headmaster of the Hundred Ghosts Demon League laughed loudly, and with a flick of his sleeves, two gold-armored corpses of respected rank appeared out of thin air, like two meteors shining with golden light, they all flew towards the spout of the pot.
"I know you have a lot of high-level spiritual weapons on your body, just sacrifice them, in my pot of swallowing the sky, you will understand what despair is!"