Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 61 Vigilance (please recommend, please collect)
"Everyone, the blood of the Holy God has come. Next, we will follow the rules set by the Holy God one by one. As for the blood of the Holy God, who will end up with it, we will wait and see."

Long walked out of the crowd, faced everyone, smiled and clasped his fists, and said loudly excitedly, the loud voice spread to everyone's ears in the square.

"Feng Clan, Bai Hu, and Xuan Wu, three fellow Taoists, I hope that no matter which clan's blood falls into the hands of the other three clans, the other three clans will support them without complaint, and the clan that has received the blood of the Holy God will also Take care of the other three clans. After all, we are the same ancestor and a big family. In the face of a big enemy, we should work together and work together to tide over the difficulties. Everyone should know better than me the truth that there are too many. ,Start now!"

After Longdi said some polite words, he stepped aside and waited for the battle for the blood of the Holy God to start.

"What rules did your Holy Spirit leave behind?"

Zhang Yang was curious about the rules left by the Holy Spirit, so he turned his head and asked Long Tian who was still excited beside him, after all, this had a lot to do with whether he could get the Holy Blood.

"There are two rules."

Hearing Zhang Yang's inquiry, Long Tian was no longer just excited. He glanced at Zhang Yang, took a breath, and said, "The first rule is to enter the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron for exercise, and see who can last the longest in the cauldron."

"Use the Sixiang Wanhua cauldron to refine people?"

Zhang Yang's eyes widened suddenly, and he exclaimed, his face full of disbelief, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he thought he had heard wrong.

"I heard about alchemy and tool refining, this is the first time I've heard of people refining people with a big cauldron!"

Zhang Yang looked at the altar, and the muscles on his face pulled out fiercely. The four-element and myriad transformation cauldron on the altar was at least at the level of innate spiritual treasures, that is, innate metals, which were quickly melted, and the human flesh and blood were released. Going in to practice, he probably couldn't last a breath, and turned into fly ash, Zhang Yang's teeth were sour just thinking about it.

"It's not what you think."

Seeing Zhang Yang's ugly expression, Long Tian knew that he had misunderstood, shook his head, and explained: "The temperature of the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron will not be turned on to the maximum, but will be heated slowly. If you feel that you can't stand it, you can just give it up. Xiang Wanhua Ding let you out, of course jumping into Sixiang Wanhua Ding to exercise, and there are also great benefits, he can help people refine their body, cleanse their essence and cut their marrow, and practice a golden body, the longer you persist in it , the greater the benefit to oneself.”

"Golden body?"

Hearing Long Tian's explanation that it's not purely training people, but a kind of test, and he can also cultivate a golden body, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up instantly, and his eyes became hot when he looked at Da Ding.

Zhang Yang has heard a lot about the golden body, especially about a monkey who was put into an alchemy furnace by the old master after making a big fuss in the heavenly palace. Destroyed, the bull's fork is not in the same shape.

Hearing that Zhang Yang's heart is like a cat's claw, he didn't expect to encounter this kind of good fortune. If he cultivated into a vajra body, his strength would be greatly improved, and his shortcomings seemed to be resolved.

"What about the second?"

This is still the first benefit, so what about the second benefit, Zhang Yang is more interested, looking at Long Tian, ​​he can't wait to ask.

Long Tian squinted at Yanyan and looked at the excitement on Zhang Yang's face. He couldn't wait, knowing that Zhang Yang was very tempted, but he sneered in his heart. As long as Zhang Yang entered the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron, he would be sure to kill Zhang Yang and take everything away from him. A snow of shame.

"The second is a type of supernatural power, or a type of combat technique. Whoever can comprehend it will win." Long Tian continued.

"Supernatural power again? Combat skill again? Is it supernatural power or combat skill? Tell me clearly!"

Zhang Yang was confused by Long Tian, ​​glared at him angrily, and said.

Supernatural powers are supernatural powers, and combat skills are combat skills. They have nothing to do with it. Supernatural powers are activated by the power of the primordial spirit, and combat skills use mana to activate attacks. Zhang Yang is quite clear about this.

"I am not sure as well."

Long Tian shook his head, showing a confused look, and said: "How should I put it, this type of supernatural power is a bit weird, a thousand comprehensions, and a thousand people's comprehensions are different. Some people comprehend supernatural powers, some comprehend combat skills, and some people opened their bloodlines. Power, anyway, it is not clear whether it is a supernatural power or a combat skill!"

"Hey, this is interesting, I want to see what is so mysterious about it."

Zhang Yang showed surprise, his eyes sparkled, he really wanted to know what he could comprehend when he went there.

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on the altar.

As Long Di withdrew, Feng Wu, Xuan Kong, and Hu Xiaotian opened up the space one after another, releasing a large number of people. In a blink of an eye, the originally empty square was instantly filled with people, making the originally deserted square lively.

A young man with sword-browed and star-eyed Fengzu walked out of the crowd, walked up to the altar, and stood in front of the Sixiang Wanhua Ding. His name is Fenglei
Then a young man in black from the Xuanwu tribe walked out. He was not handsome, but he was very calm. He had the cultivation base of a mid-stage golden immortal. He calmly walked up to the altar and stood with the young man from the Feng tribe. His name was Xuanmo.

The White Tiger Clan is a hulking young man with a late Jinxian cultivation base, with a murderous aura between his brows, he walks up the steps vigorously, looks at the other two with a pursed mouth and a provocative face, his name is Tiger Qianjun.

"Tiger Qianjun?" Seeing the white tiger boy walking up, Feng Lei and Xuan Mo's eyes narrowed, showing fear in their eyes, but they did not speak.

Hu Qianjun is the most outstanding genius of the Bai clan. He can't help but have a very high talent for cultivation. He was born in the late stage of the Golden Immortal in less than a thousand years, and this person is brave and invincible. A half-step rival to Taiyi Immortal.

Facing the provocation of the White Tiger Clan's thousands of tigers, Feng Lei and Xuan Mo just pretended not to see it, and only waited for the Dragon Clan to appear at the end so that they could enter the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron together.

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"There is still one place for the Dragon Clan, why don't you go in?" Seeing that the three of them, Long, Feng, and Baihu, all sent people out, Long Tian suddenly said to Zhang Yang.

"I'll go?" Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, then a little moved, then thought for a while, and finally shook his head and said, "Forget it, now the key is to snatch the holy blood."

Long Tian nodded, disappointed for a while, and then thought that as long as Zhang Yang was still in the square to snatch the holy blood, he still had many ways to deal with him, so he stopped talking and focused his eyes on the square.

Longdi also assigned a young man from the Dragon Clan in the late Jinxian period to enter the altar and stand in a line with Fenglei, Xuanmo, and Hu Qianjun, waiting for the opening of the Sixiang Wanhua Ding.

The Sixiang Wanhua cauldron was opened, and Fenglei, Xuanmo, Huqianjun, and Longlin entered the cauldron one after another, and the cauldron burned automatically, and the temperature became higher and higher.

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"Long Tian, ​​I seem to see that the holy blood has entered the cauldron? Now that they have entered the cauldron of four phenomena and ten thousand transformations, what about the holy blood?"

Zhang Yang stared at Sixiang Wanhua Ding, and without turning his head, he expressed his doubts to Long Tian.

"Sixiang Wanhua Ding claims to be a space, and the holy blood is in one space, and they enter another space to complement each other. Otherwise, he is only the holy power of the holy blood, which is enough to smash them to pieces!" Long Tian was impatient Help Zhang Yang explain.

"Called space?"

Hearing this word, Zhang Yang's heart tightened, he secretly became vigilant, and entered a space of other people, thinking that he was being manipulated by others.

If Zhang Yang had promised Long Tian to enter the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron just now, if Long Tian had malicious intentions, wouldn't he be in danger of turning into flying ashes, robbing the treasure house of the Dragon Clan, and with the greedy and stingy character of the Dragon Clan, he said He doesn't remember hating himself, but if he wants to say in his heart that he doesn't remember hating himself, even Zhang Yang doesn't believe it.

"Long Tian just let me enter the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron to kill me!"

Zhang Yang squinted his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and in a blink of an eye, he connected the front and back, and suddenly woke up in his heart, almost breaking out in a cold sweat from fright.

"This Longtian courts death!"

Zhang Yang had murderous intentions towards Long Tian, ​​and he agreed to let him go, but he was still ruthless and set a trap to kill himself.

"It seems that I am still too kind!"

Zhang Yang sighed in his heart. After understanding Longtian's intentions, Zhang Yang did not kill him immediately, because Longtian's cultivation base had not recovered, and it was too easy for Zhang Yang to kill him. Besides, Zhang Yang still wanted to see how the so-called Four Elephants Conference ended. What is it like.

Not to mention the holy blood, but the Sixiang Wanhua Ding has the function of refining the body, Zhang Yang is very interested, and the one-style supernatural powers, Zhang Yang is also interested, because the more mysterious and profound things are, the more everyone understands them. Neither will be the same.

A thousand people reading Hamlet are like a thousand Hamlets.

(End of this chapter)