Chapter 1122

The black pottery pot floats in the air, sending out an extremely evil smell. When the lid of the pot is opened, a huge and unimaginable stream of Qi and blood rises into the sky!

the terrible Qi and blood directly form a column like substance, breaking through the clouds!

this is only a small part of the scattered Qi and blood, which has already created such a terrible scene!

"this is just a small part of the overflowing Qi and blood, which has already caused such a terrible scene!

" this is a pottery pot How much blood is stored in it? "

The north wind felt numb on his scalp and was deeply afraid of the pot.

Not only the north wind, but also the rest of the people were breathing faster.

The blood stored in the pottery pot is an astronomical number!

how many creatures have been killed to get so much blood?

Think about it carefully!

"Wangu Tianzong is not so simple. How many creatures must be destroyed to get such terrible Qi and blood?"

A thought, suddenly let the north wind creepy, dare not think about it.

"Such a huge amount of Qi and blood, if I got it, would be enough to refine the incomplete version of the immortal pill!"

Kurong was also shocked at this time, and his eyes were shining with splendor.

The so-called indestructible pill is one of the great elixirs in heaven and earth. If you take it, you can't die!

in the realm of rebirth by dropping blood, you can never die, and if you don't die, you will be more horizontal!

just drop blood to regenerate the three realms, not to mention the immortal environment on the immortal body!

even the incomplete version of the immortal pill can also create a incomplete version of the immortal environment!

and Such existence, even if it is a star explosion, can resist the past with flesh!

"it's just a pity that I'm obviously not qualified to get this magic pot now."

Withered glory sighs, some eye heat, but in addition, there is no other way.

I'm still too weak now. After taking over the house and rebuilding it, my strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Now, I've consumed almost all of my details.

Next, you need a lot of resources to recover your accomplishments.

Before it is strong enough, we still need to be careful, otherwise the old monster in Wangu Tianzong is not what we can resist now.

"Boom!"

the column of Qi and blood that soars into the sky is pulled by the altar, falls directly from the high altitude and pours on the altar.

The five color altar is bright and restrained, like a greedy beast, constantly devouring massive blood.

A stream of pure and majestic blood gushed out of the black pottery pot. In a short time, the blood gushed out was enough to fill a small lake!

"it's a waste and a tyranny."

Kurong looked at the huge amount of blood so engulfed by the altar, his heart felt faint pain.

And the north wind is frightened.

"Hum!"

every minute and second, a huge amount of blood is swallowed up by the altar. At the moment, the altar seems to be saturated and no longer swallowing blood. A circle of spatial fluctuations spread from the altar to the surrounding, and a strange change looms on the altar.

"Zhen!"

when he saw that the altar was no longer swallowing Qi and blood, Zong Changye did not dare to neglect it. It was a huge burden to him to urge the black pottery pot, not to mention that the pottery pot was so evil that even Zong Changye was afraid of it.

At the moment, the black pottery pot is hooked up and pressed down directly by hand.

"Dang!"

the black pottery pot is fierce and trembling. It seems that it is resisting. There is a dark fog rising from it, and two eyes emerge in the black fog!

"calm down for me!"

Zong Changye saw that he was facing a great enemy, directly protecting the north wind and others, and then burst out with all his strength. The breath of terror rose, and the whole world breath was in line with Zong's night, A terrible force rolled down!

"gululu!"

a stream of blood gushed from the magic pot, and the disgusting smell of blood overflowed.

Black fog wrapped magic pot, two such as the size of a carriage pupil dark golden eyes to the long night.

"Bo!"

at this moment, the void is broken, and there is no loud sound. I can see that Zong Changye's blow dies quietly when he is about to reach the magic pot.

When the magic pot trembles, it seems that there is a peerless demon emerging, and many stars fall down!

"Gudong!"

the north wind swallows his mouth, which is too terrible. If you pour out a little bit, I'm afraid you will fall down!

"but a dead thing, dare to be bold!"

the patriarch's face is gloomy at night, and he draws the strength of the whole small world to support himself and fight with the magic pot Anti!

"buzz!"

finally, the magic pot slowly quieted down, and the pair of golden vertical pupils disappeared in the dark fog.

On top of the five color altar, a light door slowly takes shape and exudes a strong breath!

This gate is as high as 100 Zhang. On both sides of the portal are statues of two beasts, inlaid around the door, which seems to be guarding the gate.This kind of gate is called the gate of the void, which is more advanced and more stable than the teleportation array. The existence on the non broken star realm cannot be broken!

"you can enter by yourself. Remember, there is only one day. No matter whether you find the goods you want or not, you must return to the place where you are waiting to enter, otherwise you will never get out again."

Zong Changye warned Beifeng and others that his body disappeared, along with the magic pot in the air.

I think it is because of the change of the magic pot that Zong Changye left early.

People firmly remember, this is related to their own life, dare not delay.

"Ladies and gentlemen, one step ahead."

Withered glory opens a mouth, voice vicissitudes incomparably, to north wind and so on nod a sign, and then step into among them.

And the north wind and others also entered one after another, leaving a huge door standing on the top of the mountain.

"Eight ancestors, this magic pot is becoming more and more unstable. With my strength, I can hardly suppress it."

In the lock demon tower, Zong Changye said to an old man.

"Happiness and misfortune depend on each other. This magic pot is the ancestor's property. I'm afraid it is weaker than the lock demon tower in its heyday. After such a long time, it has swallowed up countless blood, and naturally it began to recover."

Eight Zu deep voice said, looking at the magic pot in the eyes is also with a trace of fear.

"This magic pot is too dangerous. It's better to put it in the lock demon tower to suppress it."

Zong Changye suggested that this magic pot is a time bomb, which may be backfired at any time.

"Now it's the time when I'm in the dark. It's an opportunity as well as a danger to come to this world. The three clans are about to break out a war, and the power of the lock demon tower should not act rashly until the clan is alive and dead. This is the iron law handed down by our ancestors. Even if we want to seal this magic pot, we need to wait for the clan to survive this disaster. As for the magic pot, just leave it with me Wait, I don't expect that the magic pot will not turn up

The voice of the eighth ancestor seems to be far away and near, as if from the Ninth Heaven, with incomparable dignity.

"In this case, please be more careful."

Zong Changye nodded and then put down the jar. His body gradually turned into the aura of heaven and earth and disappeared.

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