Prehistoric Gourd Supreme

Chapter 71 Hongmeng Pearl

"Wow!"

The ultimate innate spirit treasure was finally overwhelmed by the huge mental power of the holy blood shadow several times. With a mournful cry, it put away its own light and entered Zhang Yang's body.

"Pfft! Not good!" Huge mental backlash, Zhang Yang couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood again, his face was as pale as paper, he watched Jingshi Bailian get into his body overwhelmed, and exclaimed.

Having the top-grade innate spirit treasure protecting Zhang Yang is not enough to resist the huge spiritual attack of the Holy God. Now that the White Lotus is gone, Zhang Yang instantly turns into a sheep. The golden light drilled into his body.

"Calabash Taoist is finished!" Bai Ze saw the whole process clearly, shook his head, with a complicated expression on his face, and sighed, faintly feeling a bit sad.

Injured five people with one knife, Zhang Yang was so powerful, although Bai Ze didn't say it on the surface, but he had to admit in his heart that even such a powerful Zhang Yang, and the top-grade innate spiritual treasure body protection, were beaten by the spirit of the Holy Spirit, and even more so. What's more, now that the Holy Spirit is like Zhang Yang's body, he obviously wants to occupy his physical body. If he occupies Zhang Yang's physical body, then the Holy Spirit will no longer be a mass of spirit, but will be reborn with a physical body. There is substantial power, and everyone will be swept away by then.

Lang Jianfeng looked at the phantom of the blood shadow of the Holy God with a trace of sarcasm, and he secretly relieved his anger. Zhang Yang severely injured five people with a knife. As a member of the Taiyin God Clan, this is tantamount to slapping him in the face. After seeing through Zhang Yang, now that the Holy Spirit is obviously going to destroy Zhang Yang, he is a little gloating.

"Are you really going to die here?" Feng Wu and Xuan Kong looked at each other with a trace of bitterness in their eyes. The hope that had just risen turned into despair again with the appearance of the Holy Spirit.

Zhang Yang looked desperate, and watched the golden light transformed by the Holy Spirit, ignoring the numerous obstacles set by Zhang Yang, and entered Zhang Yang's sea of ​​consciousness unimpeded all the way.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness is the place where monks hide their gods, and it is also where the primordial spirit is located. If there is something wrong with the primordial spirit, then the monk is basically finished. Falling into reincarnation, eternal life is driven by others, which is ten thousand times more painful than death.

"Huh, primordial purple energy? No wonder, the holy energy is sensed from you. It turns out to be the gourd-breaking Gu. It's cheaper for me today!"

Seeing the primordial spirit surrounded by Zhang Yang's purple aura, the phantom of the holy god froze for a moment, and then revealed a look of ecstasy. He spoke for the first time, his voice was simple and unintelligible, his eyes became hotter, and he opened his mouth wide, a huge gust of devouring With the power, it devoured towards Zhang Yang.

"Massive Purple Qi? He actually recognized it?"

Zhang Yang's primordial spirit was taken aback. He had already changed the primordial purple qi beyond recognition, and he could still recognize it. , the Holy Spirit turned into a blood basin and devoured towards him.

Facing the phantom of the Holy God, Zhang Yang's primordial spirit had no power to resist at all, and flew towards the big mouth of the Holy God lightly. Swallowed by the Holy Spirit, Zhang Yang showed a look of despair, and roared in his heart.

"No, I'm not reconciled!"

The holy god looked at Zhang Yang's primordial spirit, his eyes were shining golden, as if he saw some peerless delicacy, and seeing Zhang Yang's primordial spirit was about to be swallowed by the holy god, suddenly a sudden change protruded.

In the depths of Zhang Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, purple awns suddenly bloomed, illuminating the entire space of the Dragon Clan. Surrounded by a purple cloud, purple beads exuding endless mysterious aura flew out from the depths of Zhang Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, and a purple light shot towards the sacred.

Rumble!
The purple light shot over, instantly shattering the Holy God's devouring governance. Zhang Yang felt a lightness in his body, and a trace of ecstasy appeared in his desperate heart. Regardless of other things, he hurriedly escaped from the Holy God's phantom as quickly as possible.

"Hongmengzhu? Why is it here?"

He was only one step away from devouring Zhang Yang's primordial spirit, but was suddenly interrupted. The blood shadow of the Holy Spirit was very dissatisfied. He suddenly looked up and saw the mysterious purple beads flying out. Showing ecstasy, the entire phantom trembled with excitement, a hundred times more excited than the primordial spirit that devoured Zhang Yang.

At this time, Zhang Yang also avoided the phantom of the Holy God from a distance, and stopped. At this time, he also saw the mysterious purple bead in the air. Zhang Yang was stunned. He felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.Hearing the Holy Spirit's words, Zhang Yang realized that his name was Hong Mengzhu.

"Haha, good fortune, good fortune, it turns out that the Hongmeng Pearl is here with you. It's really great. With the Hongmeng Pearl, what kind of immortal Hongjun and what kind of magic Luohu, all stand aside!"

The ghost of the holy god laughed wildly, dancing with hands and feet, no longer interested in Zhang Yang's primordial spirit, but looked greedily at the Hongmeng bead, and jumped towards the Hongmeng bead.

"what!"

With a scream, Hongmengzhu suddenly erupted with a strong purple awn, blasting him away in an instant, the phantom became unreal, and seemed to dissipate, like a frightened bird, flying out of Zhang Yang's body in horror.

"No, the Hongmeng Pearl is mine... it's mine..."

The Holy Spirit flew out of Zhang Yang's body, and the illusory figure roared up to the sky full of unwillingness. He wanted to enter Zhang Yang's body again, but showed fear. His desire and fear for the Hongmeng Pearl made him hesitate.

"How did the spirit of the Holy God come out? Could it be that Taoist Gourd has already devoured him? But his expression of unwillingness is obviously different. Seeing him roaring angrily, it seems that he has suffered a loss in Zhang Yang's hands." Bai Ze was stunned, revealing With a puzzled look, he was secretly uncertain, and then looked at Zhang Yang with puzzled eyes.

Feng Wu, Xuan Kong, Long Di, and Lang Jianfeng were also stunned. They didn't understand why the Holy God suddenly ran out of Zhang Yang's body and became so angry, so they all looked at Zhang Yang with doubts.

Suddenly, a purple light flew out of Zhang Yang's body, and a simple, mysterious, and mysterious purple appeared on top of his head. Zhang Yang also slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the phantom of the Holy Spirit, he looked at him fiercely, and everyone else also looked at him. He opened his mouth wide and looked at himself in surprise.

"Hongmengzhu, such a precious treasure, how could it fall into the hands of an ant like you, it is mine!"

Seeing the mysterious purple bead above Zhang Yang's head, the phantom of the Holy Spirit seemed to be stimulated again, and roared up to the sky again, with deep jealousy in his eyes, unwilling to resign.

After the roar, the Holy Spirit seemed to think of something, his whole body suddenly turned into a golden light, and instantly penetrated into the body of a figure struggling in the innate spiritual fire, the figure trembled, revealing the color of pain, This figure is Tiger Qianjun.

Hu Qianjun's look of pain was fleeting, and then his temperament changed drastically, becoming noble and domineering, with a golden light flashing in his eyes, revealing a pair of ruthless, indifferent, lofty, contemptuous eyes. Hu Qianjun has been taken away by the Holy God.

"Roar!"

With a body, the holy god suddenly sucked in the sea of ​​fire, like a giant whale sucking water, inhaling the vast sea of ​​innate spiritual fire into his body, refining it, and his cultivation level is also rising. His cultivation base is like a rocket at this time. In the middle stage of Jinxian, he broke through layer by layer until he reached the early stage of Taiyixian. His body tended to collapse. The Holy Spirit showed a little unwillingness, so he stopped absorbing the innate spirit fire.

"Not good, the Holy Spirit has cultivation!"

Bai Ze's face changed drastically, and he quickly shouted, "Everyone, before the Holy Spirit has recovered his cultivation, kill him quickly, otherwise we will all be killed by him when he recovers!"

After speaking, he was the first to take out the Xiantian Lingbao, and attacked frantically.

Feng Wu, Xuan Kong, Long Di, and Lang Jianfeng were still in a daze, but when Bai Ze reminded them, they woke up one after another, gritted their teeth, took out their spirit treasures and attacked frantically.

Zhang Yang's black knife in the dark was ready to attack, but he saw that the Holy Spirit showed a playful look, calmly waved his big sleeve, and a golden light shot into the sky.

Rumble!
The entire four-element array shook and collapsed, revealing the outer sky, and then a white light fell into the hands of the holy god, and the white light dissipated, revealing a palm-sized, simple and elegant small tripod with three legs and two ears.

"Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron!"

Seeing that simple little tripod, Zhang Yang's face was gloomy. The Sixiang Wanhua tripod belongs to the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and now it is promoted by the Holy God. This is not good news for everyone.

"Ants, dare to compete with me!"

Holding the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron in his hand, looking at Bai Ze, Fenghuang, Xuan Kong, and Lang Jianfeng, the Holy Spirit smiled contemptuously, and aimed the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron at their attacks without any haste, and instantly a black hole appeared. Appeared, swallowed all the attacks of the five people, and then spit out five white rays of light, shooting at the five people respectively.

"not good!"

Bai Ze, Feng Wu, Xuan Kong, Lang Jianfeng, and Long Di all changed their expressions drastically. Before they could react, the white light shot across the space and hit them hard.

puff!puff!puff!puff!puff!
The five white lights passed through their bodies respectively, and a blood hole appeared, and the four of them flew out in an instant, gliding hundreds of meters in the air, and fell to the ground fiercely, their faces were like gold-plated, and they vomited blood.

After knocking the five people into the air, Shen Sheng seemed to have done a trivial thing. He turned around and looked at Zhang Yang with burning eyes, and said hoarsely, "The Hongmeng Pearl is mine, you ants don't deserve it!" After finishing speaking , with a ferocious face, he threw the Sixiang Wanhua Ding in his hand, which suddenly became larger, covering the sky and covering the sun, and the mouth of the tripod was a huge devouring force for this kind of publicity.

Rumble!
Without waiting for Zhang Yang's reaction, the Hongmeng Pearl suddenly burst into a burst of dazzling purple awns, and a series of divine patterns flew out from the Hongmeng Pearl, blasting towards the Sixiang Wanhua Ding in the sky.

"God's Rune!"

Seeing the divine pattern flying out from the Hongmeng Pearl, the Holy God exclaimed again, seeing that the Hongmeng Pearl became hotter, his excited body trembled again, full of greed.

Boom!

The Creation God Rune hit the Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron, as if hitting a rubber ball. The Sixiang Wanhua Cauldron let out a mournful cry, and was instantly sent flying.

After the Divine Creation of Creation blasted the cauldron, it flew back wrapped in publicity and soared into the sky. Before the Holy Spirit could reflect it, it disappeared into the endless sky...
(End of this chapter)