Chapter 237 Golden elixir self-destructs? No way
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Yan explained to Fang Han, "This should be the secret skill of the Wusheng Sword Sect of the ancient sect. The Wusheng Sword Sect seems to be right and wrong, and right and wrong. Xie, his swordsmanship is the best in the world. All those who practice Taoism pay attention to the fact that there is always a glimmer of life between heaven and earth. However, the Wusheng Sword Sect does the opposite and cuts off the glimmer of life between heaven and earth. Quan's heaven-defying move is astonishingly powerful."
"It sounds pretty good."
Yan You said: "Everyone who practices Wusheng Swordsmanship is extremely talented. He has the will to sweep away the world with the power of a sword and kill all obstacles. In other words, he is also extremely self-centered. Such people are extremely arrogant."
"So, he also joined other sects?" Fang Han felt that this man was trying to be in two different places.
“That’s not true. The Wusheng Sword Sect is a single lineage. There is only one person in each generation. Therefore, Meng Shaobai is now both the leader and the disciple of the Wusheng Sword Sect. He is a bare commander and does not hinder He is a true disciple of the Yuhua Sect," Yan explained.
Fang Han felt that after it was mixed up like this, was it necessary to call it the Sword Sect?
It’s better to disband.
Meng Shaobai's face looked a little ugly. He calmed down the shock of his magic power and swallowed a mouthful of blood.
"I see. You actually have this magical weapon. No wonder you can compete with Hua Tiandu."
Who would have thought of this?
The news he heard at the beginning was somewhat distorted. He only knew that a new disciple named Fang Han had a conflict with Hua Tian in the sect.
In terms of courage, he admired it.
But in fact, within the sect, Hua Tian was too courageous to kill his fellow sect members. He thought that Fang Han had some adventures and had the courage to support him, so he did not give Hua Tiandu any face. But who would have thought that one of his new disciples could actually compete with Hua Tiandu with his strength?
You must know that Hua Tiandu is also famously wealthy. He has received the inheritance from Panwu Immortal Lord and has several Taoist weapons in his hands. Even if the new disciples possess Taoist weapons, they cannot be Hua Tiandu's opponent.
He felt that even if Fang Han had a Taoist weapon in his hand, he would not be afraid, so he showed up boldly.
But Fang Han is different. His treasure is like another body of a monk. It can exert powerful strength and give him a sense of oppression comparable to that of Hua Tiandu.
Eternal Technology, boy.
"It seems that Hua Tian and I will have a strong rival in the future. Farewell!" Meng Shaobai sneered. He didn't get the favor and planned to leave. This silver-white armor was a bit weird. He didn't intend to. Then test.
"I didn't say you can leave."
Fang Han's armored palm made a swipe in the air, and a small black cauldron appeared. The small cauldron was completely black with dragon-shaped marks on it. It was obviously the size of a palm. A small object, but when it appeared, it seemed as if the entire world was about to be crushed by it, becoming the center of the place.
On the silver-white mecha, the imperial weapon system was activated, and some imprints were entered into the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron, and the connection was successfully established.
Boom!
The sky exploded, and a wisp of extreme pressure was released. Meng Shaobai transformed into a sword light and tried to escape, but was directly knocked out of the sword light. He fell to the ground, his face turned red, and his magic power seemed to have suffered a lot. Visible oppression, the magical array inside the golden elixir was struggling to operate, and the Gang Qi rubbed and made an unpleasant sound, like a whine.
"Ah -" Meng Shaobai tried his best to resist, his magic power reached its limit, and the golden elixir glowed brightly. However, facing the ray of power emitted by the small black cauldron, he was instantly suppressed by thousands of mountains and was directly pressed into the In the soil.
"Meng Shaobai, right? You are so brave, you dare to kill your fellow disciples, now kneel down, kowtow, and beg me, I can still spare your life."
Fang Han held the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron and inspired a ray of extreme coercion to target Meng Shaobai, feeling very happy.
Is this the Ji Dao Emperor Weapon?
Originally, there was no need to deal with this Meng Shaobai, but when he first joined the group and listened to Ye Fan telling his adventure stories, the power of the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers impressed him a lot. Deeply impressed.
Now that Ye Fan got the black gold tripod with dragon pattern by chance, he naturally wanted to borrow it for fun and have fun.
Sometimes the group leader will say something like "I'm still a child." Whether he is a child or not is up for discussion. After all, he is an old man who has been reincarnated.
But I, Fang Han, am indeed underage according to the calculations of other group members.
So, what happened to playing with the Jidao Emperor Soldier? Children are ignorant and playing around.
And his casual play made Meng Shaobai scream with blood. A wisp of extreme pressure seemed to pull the whole world over, pressing down, making Meng Shaobai's whole body shatter like porcelain. Cracked, splattered with blood. Hearing Fang Han's words asking him to kneel down and beg, Meng Shaobai was so angry that his head was filled with smoke. He almost went crazy. He burned several talismans in a row, trying to escape.
But the cauldron determines time and space, and there is a dragon-patterned black gold cauldron here. Those talismans can only burn on the spot, and those light escaping lights are crushed by a breath of the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron and turn into turbid air. Dissipating will have no effect at all.
"Aren't you going to surrender? I'm giving you a chance." Fang Han said kindly.
Yes, he thinks he is very kind and will give others a chance to surrender.
If the group leader changes, let’s see if he gives me a chance. I’m afraid I’ll just sit in the Imperial Banner Seat.
"No...can...can..."
Meng Shaobai squeezed out three words from between his teeth. He no longer looked like the handsome young man in white before. He was like a big tortoise, and his body was... It was almost crushed and bleeding all over. Even the golden elixir was no longer round and turned into a slight oval. The magical array inside was about to collapse under the pressure of the extreme power and was difficult to operate.
What did Yan say just now? Every descendant of the Wusheng Sword Sect is a person with amazing talents and aspiration to sweep away the world with the power of a sword.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity, the Wusheng Sword Sect is going to be completely extinct. Anyway, it is impossible for Fang Han to call himself a successor of the Wusheng Sword Sect.
"Stop being so harsh, do you have any last words?" Fang Han slightly relaxed the suppression of the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron.
He was a little regretful that the enemy did not surrender.
Then I can only send you on your way. It is impossible for him to keep such a scourge, it is simply polluting the environment of the cultivation world.
The suppressive power of the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron was slightly relaxed, allowing Meng Shaobai to speak properly.
Meng Shaobai took a look at the situation, but felt desperate.
The silver-white mecha gave him the feeling that he was a little stronger than Hua Tiandu, but he could still deal with it and escape.
But the small black cauldron gave him an irresistible feeling that even Dao Xin and Sword Heart would be crushed. It was suppressed there, and a wisp of breath from afar made him breathless. Even the surrounding space They're all sealed!
This is... a desperate situation.
"Even if I die, I will not make it easy for you!"
Meng Shaobai's eyes were bloodshot. Taking advantage of the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron's suppression to relax slightly, the golden elixir above his head flew towards Fang Han. The energy and the formation collide with each other to stimulate the strongest power, which is self-destruction!
Fang Han did not dodge, or even let the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron collect or resist the golden elixir, but let it fly in front of him.
Then, in the dim water vapor, a thick stone door emerged surrounded by boundless demonic energy, taking in the golden elixir that was on the verge of explosion.
In an instant, Meng Shaobai suddenly felt that he had lost contact with his golden elixir.
The already collapsed and desperate mood was crushed again, "No! My golden elixir! Where did my golden elixir go? Why didn't it explode by itself?"
Yan Yong's dim water vapor Taking shape, he laughed and said: "Want to blow yourself up in front of the Abi Gate in the Huangquan Diagram? Boy, you are still too young, don't you know the Abi Demonic Qi? Whether it is gold Both Dan and the Dharma of Heaven and Earth will sink in the demonic energy of Abi, and they will not even be able to self-destruct."
Meng Shaobai's despairing face was covered with a layer of death, "Underworld Picture...Abi's Gate... …It turns out that it wasn’t Fang Qingxue who got Emperor Huangquan’s talisman, but you! You are the lucky one who got Emperor Huangquan’s talisman!”
"Correct answer, but there is no reward."
Fang Han reached out and used the mecha's detention function to capture Meng Shaobai, sealing the magic power on his body - even though he lost the golden elixir, he didn't have any left. How much force must be exerted - and then sent into the underworld.
Yan, the old devil, will prepare him well and interrogate everything about him to see if he is really Meng Shaobai and if there is someone behind the scenes.
(End of this chapter)