Chapter 1257 Open Sky Golden Body
The entire Guangling City was in chaos at this time.
The sudden appearance of the golden light curtain made everyone confused. Even the local monks in Xuanyuan Territory were trying to escape outside.
But no matter how they attack, they cannot cause any damage to the golden light curtain in front of them.
The only promising "Wanxiang Baojian" was also thrown into the furnace not long ago.
High in the sky, there was a golden furnace, with flames burning under the furnace. The lid of the furnace was opened, and the breath of the ancient wildness emanated from it, making everyone in Guangling City tremble.
The weirdest thing is that there is a pupil embedded in the middle of the stove. And just now, this pupil turned slightly, and everyone's storage rings began to vibrate, and then all the treasures that had been unveiled at the Wentai Treasure Fighting Conference flew out uncontrollably!
"What's going on? That's the treasure of our Longteng Chamber of Commerce! Damn it, come back here!"
"Ten Thousand Treasure Talisman! Star Sword! Come down here!"
"Sihai Bottle! This is the treasure of our Lingyun Chamber of Commerce! You can't leave it in my hands!"
In mid-air, some people were shouting crazily, chasing the treasures of their chamber of commerce, but no matter how they cast spells, they could not stop these treasures from flying high into the sky.
There are a total of 113 chambers of commerce participating in the "Wentai Treasure Fighting Conference", including almost half of the chambers of commerce in Antarctic Fairy Continent. The monks who can come here are all good in cultivation and good knowledge. A person with outstanding abilities.
But at this moment, facing the vision in mid-air, everyone was helpless.
As the "Wanxiang Treasure Mirror" was thrown into the furnace, it was followed by the Nirvana Spear, the Divine Flower Jade Ruyi, the Zhaotian Sword, the Emperor's Star Sand, the Nine Heavens Green Lotus Banner, the South Dou Immortal Lock, and the Setting Sun. Chi
Countless top-quality magic weapons and magical weapons. If they were in other places, any one of them would be enough to cause a sensation, but here, they are like scrap metal, being mercilessly used Thrown into the furnace.
"No!"
Some monks from the Chamber of Commerce who had developed a telepathic connection with the top-quality magic weapon, the moment the magic weapon was thrown into the furnace, the trace of connection in their consciousness completely disappeared.
These monks' faces were full of grief and indignation, and they had a vague feeling that the treasure of their chamber of commerce had disappeared forever between the world and would never come back.
Seeing their expressions, the remaining monks became even more frightened. Seeing that they could not take back the magic weapon of their chamber of commerce, some monks' eyes turned red and they threw themselves directly on the magic weapon, trying to stop it with their own bodies.
However, as soon as they touched the magic weapon, they were shaken away by a golden light. When they flew back upside down, their bodies were also blown to pieces and blood flew everywhere.
Seeing the miserable condition of these people, the remaining monks from the Chamber of Commerce all calmed down. No one dared to step forward to stop them. They could only watch the treasures flying towards the furnace.
One after another, top-quality magic weapons were thrown in. The golden stove above his head remained motionless, and the pupils in the middle of the stove rotated slightly, seeming to be sizing up the people below.
The nine merchant guild monks in the Tribulation Realm were also helpless. They all stared at the stove in mid-air, with suppressed anger in their eyes.
"Xuanyuan City Lord, you are killing the goose that lays the egg! I believe that from now on, no chamber of commerce will ever set foot in the Xuanyuan Territory!" Wei Changqing shouted loudly.
"That's right! What happened today will surely spread throughout the entire Antarctic Continent. If you kill us, the remaining eleven cities in the seven mountains and twelve cities will all be enemies of Xuanyuan City!" Pei Xinhai also shouted.
"Haha."
In the golden palace, Xuanyuan Potian's contemptuous laughter came out.
“A group of traders and lackeys also want to be enemies with me? You think too highly of yourself! As for the Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities, except for Linghu Bai and Xiao Kunlun, no one else is taken seriously by me! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of talisman flew out of the palace and fell into the golden furnace. The golden light immediately glowed, and the speed of collecting the magic weapon more than doubled.
The one hundred and thirteen chambers of commerce participating in the "Wentai Treasure Fighting Conference" come from various cities and places in the Antarctic Fairy Continent. Together, they have thousands of top-quality magic weapons and magical weapons. In just a short period of time, Within a cup of tea, they all flew into the golden stove.
Bang!
As the last magic weapon entered the furnace, the lid of the cauldron that was originally hanging in the air fell, sealing the furnace!
After the stove was sealed, the flames under the stove became even more intense, as if burning mountains and boiling seas. Even from a distance of dozens of miles, a scorching heat wave hit us head-on.
At this time, most of the monks have given up, knowing that the magic weapon of their chamber of commerce will never come back no matter what. Only a few monks still have a glimmer of hope, staring at the stove in mid-air. Expect some miracle to happen.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd:
"I remembered, that is the Tiangong Divine Furnace!"
The person who spoke was Pei Xinhai from the Jialan Chamber of Commerce. The blue-robed old man's eyes widened, as if he had seen something strange. Something he believed in, his eyes fixed on the stove in mid-air.
"Tiangong Divine Furnace?"
Surrounded by monks from the Chamber of Commerce, in addition to their high level of cultivation, they are also experts in appraising treasures. But when they heard Pei Xinhai's words, they were surprised. You look at me, I look at you, no one knows what kind of treasure the "Tiangong Divine Furnace" is.
Only Qianlong squinted his eyes, as if he remembered something, and said in surprise: "Tiangong Divine Furnace. Are you talking about the sect-protecting treasure of Tianji Pavilion?"
"Not bad!" Pei Xinhai nodded solemnly.
Seeing the exchange of expressions between the two people, everyone around them was confused. Some people couldn't help but ask: "Two seniors, why are you still playing riddles at this time? What is the origin of the golden stove? Senior, please let me know why you can collect magic weapons from our major chambers of commerce. One or two.”
“Tianji Pavilion is an ancient sect. It’s normal for you not to know. Even I accidentally saw a few words in a secret volume in the Chamber of Commerce’s Sutra Pavilion.”
Qianlong's face was solemn and he slowly said: "The Tianji Pavilion's It may have been founded earlier than the Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities. During its heyday, there were monks who were in the Holy Realm. Later, for unknown reasons, all the masters in the sect mysteriously disappeared overnight, leaving some disciples with low cultivation levels. Unable to uphold the ancestral foundation, Tianji Pavilion fell apart and disappeared. However, it is rumored that Tianji Pavilion has a secret treasure called the 'Tiangong Divine Furnace'. It is said that it can refine the world's magic weapons, extract spirituality, and recast divine weapons. It is the number one weapon refining furnace in the entire Antarctic Continent!"
“Is there such a magic weapon?!”
After listening to Qianlong's introduction, the faces of everyone present changed slightly. Looking at the blazing fire under the golden furnace, it was obvious that their magic weapons had been refined in the furnace.
"The Tiangong Divine Furnace has disappeared for countless thousands of years. Today it reappears in the world. Unexpectedly, it was obtained by Xuanyuan Potian!"
Pei Xinhai looked at the thing in mid-air. Golden Stove's expression changed several times, and finally said slowly: "The pupil in the middle of the Tiangong Divine Furnace is called the 'Haotian Eye', but any magic weapon it has seen cannot escape the fate of being taken away. Unless you also have the strength of a saint, you can protect your own magic weapons." Listen. After hearing Pei Xinhai's explanation, everyone present suddenly realized.
“No wonder!”
"That's it!"
"Why is Mr. Xuanyuan rushing to hold the 'Wentai Treasure Fighting Conference'? It turns out that he wants to see all our top-quality magic weapons and put them all into the furnace!"
"Silence! Do you dare to insult the saint and risk your life?"
"Hmph, as the lord of a city, he did such a despicable thing. Are you still afraid of being criticized for your bad things?”
As the saying goes, one stone stirred up a thousand waves. Pei Xinhai and Qianlong revealed the origin of the golden stove. Only then did everyone present know that the entire "culture" "Taiwan Doubao Conference" is a complete scam. From the moment Xuanyuan Potian invited them to come, the current ending was already doomed.
The monks from the one hundred and thirteen chambers of commerce were all excited and talking. Even though they did not dare to directly insult the saint, they were still expressing their dissatisfaction.
At this moment, the door of the golden palace opened again, and nine golden dragons roared out, followed by a chariot with white jade as the pillars and colorful clouds as the top. The body was made of glazed gold bricks and the wheels were made of silver. Frost, thunder and fire entwined.
There is a person standing in the car. He has a Chinese character face and silkworm eyebrows. He wears a purple gold crown with a beaded curtain on his hair, a gold silk dragon-patterned gauze robe, and a colorful cloud-patterned belt around his waist, with his back turned upside down. Hands, clothes fluttering.
As soon as this person came out, the entire Guangling City fell silent. Not only the monks who were watching the ceremony in the city, but also the monks from the Chamber of Commerce who were noisy just now also collectively silenced.
Kowloon pulls the cart, and relies on the virtual to control the wind!
Although the people in the car were silent, there was an invisible power like a mountain, which made everyone feel tense.
Xuanyuan breaks the sky!
This name is imprinted in everyone's hearts, and it is a law in itself. No one dares to take a step beyond him.
High in the sky, Xuanyuan Potian arrived in a car without looking at the 113 monks from the Chamber of Commerce below, his eyes only stayed on the "Tiangong Divine Furnace".
After a moment of indifference, the man suddenly raised his hand and patted the stove body from a distance.
Bang!
A muffled sound came, the golden furnace glowed brightly, and the hundred-foot-high furnace tripod began to shake violently, as if something was about to fly out of the furnace.
At this time, all the monks of the Chamber of Commerce had given up. They looked at the sacred furnace above, and there was a hint of curiosity in their hearts, wanting to see what Xuanyuan Potian had planned.
The violent shaking lasted for a whole stick of incense. After a stick of incense was burned, the lid of the "Tiangong Divine Furnace" suddenly flew upwards, and then a long golden river rushed out from the furnace!
“What is that?!”
Everyone present was shocked and speechless. They saw a long river pouring out from the furnace, seemingly endless, stretching for thousands of miles, covering the entire sky of Guangling City.
This river is powerful and powerful. It is more than a hundred times more powerful than the Tianhe summoned by the "Tianhe Lock Immortal Screen" before!
The strangest thing is that the river rushing out of the "Tiangong Divine Furnace" is not flowing with river water, but with golden quicksand!
"Those...are all our magic weapons?"
Seeing the scene in the sky, someone reacted instantly.
"Yes, these golden quicksands are the essence left after the exquisite magic weapons of our major chambers of commerce are refined!" A monk next to him said.
At this moment, everyone has a complicated and unspeakable feeling in their hearts.
The "Wentai Treasure Fighting Conference" is a grand ceremony for all the chambers of commerce in Antarctic Fairy Continent. Not long ago, in the four seas of Xuanhuang, all the major chambers of commerce were in bloom, including the Yin and Yang Bright Sky Mirror, the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan, Nine Tribulation Spirit Pearls, Tianhe Lock Immortal Screen, and thousands of rare treasures appeared out of nowhere, vying for splendor and beauty, each leading the way!
However, in less than an hour, these rare treasures have been completely annihilated. No matter what magic weapon you were before and what magical effects it had, you are now just quicksand in the river bed. Everyone is integrated and condensed without distinguishing each other. It became a long golden river in front of me.
“We fought back and forth, but in the end it was all in vain!” Wei Changqing sighed, his face full of desolation.
Most of the monks in the Chamber of Commerce were disheartened, but Xuanyuan Potian in mid-air was in high spirits. At this time, he was staring at the golden river above his head, with a rare hint of excitement on his face.
I saw the Xuanyuan City Lord raising his hands, his sleeves and robes fluttering, golden dragon patterns lighting up all over his body, and surging spiritual power pouring out, all pouring into the golden river in mid-air.
Boom!
A loud noise came from the sky, with Guangling City as the center, with a radius of thousands of miles, strong winds, dark clouds, lightning and thunder!
The originally clear sky in Guangling City suddenly turned into the darkest night.
The only light is the golden light above your head!
In the night, everyone looked up involuntarily and saw a long river hovering above their heads, golden quicksand rising, and actually gradually condensing into twelve figures in mid-air.
These twelve figures are all pure gold in color, and each one is tens of thousands of meters tall, as towering as a mountain, as vast as the sea, as if they can pierce through this world with just a few moves.
Although the figure has not yet been completely formed, everyone below has a feeling that as long as one of the twelve golden men casually lands a kick, most of the monks in Guangling City can be trampled to death.
“Hahaha!”
In mid-air, a smile finally appeared on Xuanyuan Potian's face. He spread his arms and looked at the twelve golden men above his head. He was wanton and arrogant, but also full of majesty and domineering.
"A few people gathered the soldiers of the world, forged ancient artifacts, and once the golden body of Kaitian came out, Antarctic Fairy Continent was unbeatable from now on! Humph, what Linghu Bai! What Xiao Kunlun! They will all be stepped on by me. Underfoot!”
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a five-color sky thunder struck down from the nine heavens. The sound was astonishing, like the wrath of heaven, and it was impartial, right above Xuanyuan Potian's head.
Faced with the punishment from heaven, Xuanyuan Potian showed a contemptuous smile on his face, and did not move at all, letting the five-color sky thunder strike down from the sky.
Just when the sky thunder was about to fall on his head, a golden man next to him suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the five-color sky thunder in his hand. Then he rubbed his hands together, and the sky thunder flew into ashes and was annihilated!
(End of this chapter)