The Golden Elixir Road

Chapter 117: The Soul Refining Pot and the Death Spear

boom!
Suddenly, the pool of bright red blood emitted a blinding light. All the great saints trembled and fell to their knees, unable to resist this imperial aura!

In the bloody light, there seemed to be a figure in white emerging, glancing at everyone coldly. That was the Demon King's undying obsession, and it was precisely because of his existence that this place was filled with so many different scenes.

There was a lingering obsession in his blood, guarding the withered flowers. At this moment, he seemed to be revived, entwined around the dried flowers, and transformed into the brightest fairy light, rushing into the depths of the universe.

With a loud bang, the sky collapsed, the earth sank, and the universe collapsed. The emperor's blood filled with obsession wrapped around the withered flowers and sank into the depths of the dark universe, disappearing forever.

The place fell into a brief period of calm, and then real chaos began.

The mausoleum is collapsing, the heroes are fighting for it, dozens of ancient medicinal kings have fallen into the abyss, each one is so priceless that even the Great Sage would bow down for it.

"boom!"

The stone man showed his power and fought against the Bull Demon King. The power of his palm was so overwhelming that it broke the world into pieces on the spot. All the saints flew away and had no way to move forward.

"What are you doing jumping around like a stone man? Can you eat the King of Medicine?" The Bull Demon King was furious. He took out his shiny diamond cutter, blasted the sky and the earth, and fought against the stone man.

The Holy Spirit can naturally absorb the essence of the Medicine King, and the Bull Demon Monkey King is purely mocking him. The two are like water and fire, and they fight fiercely.

"brush"

A donkey flew from a distance, passed by quickly, rolled up two ancient medicinal herbs, appeared beside Wang Zizai, and turned into a human form. It was Baijie Taoist.

Taoist Baijie, who had absorbed the essence of the dragon and horse, now looked ruddy and full of vitality.

"Are you really a relative of the Longma clan?" Wang Zizai said in surprise when he saw Taoist Baijie come out so quickly.

The essence of the ancient Dragon Horse ancestor can only be absorbed by a person of the Dragon Horse bloodline. Taoist Baijie has always claimed that he is a relative of the Dragon Horse clan, and he didn't expect that it was actually true.

“Hahaha, my ancestors do have a trace of dragon and horse blood.” Taoist Baijie said happily.

"If you want to compete for the King of Medicine, act quickly, or this place will collapse." Wang Zizai said.

"Okay, don't you want to take the two medicinal king plants?" Taoist Baijie nodded and asked, looking at the imperial sword in Wang Zizai's hand.

"I'm waiting for the greatest opportunity!" Wang Zizai shook his head.

"Boom!"

As the saints took action, a fierce battle broke out and the Demon King's tomb cracked and completely disintegrated, turning into ruins.

At the same time, in this ancient domain called Xingxu, more than a dozen imperial continents disintegrated one after another and turned into cosmic dust. Those were all false tombs, and now they collapsed together with the main tomb.

Faintly, one can see more than a dozen dragon-shaped spirits rising into the sky and sinking into the real ancient mausoleum, like nine dragons being reborn in the nirvana, merging into a bead, blooming with endless auspicious colors.

This was a powerful and incomparable vitality, as if the ancient emperor had been resurrected. It was then about to transform into a stream of light, following the Demon King's obsessive footsteps and sinking into the depths of the universe.

"boom!"

Wang Zizai sacrificed an ancient battle formation diagram, and with a roll in the air, he intercepted the dragon ball full of endless vitality, and it then fell into his hands.

"Boy, put down the dragon ball. It's not yours to take!" A voice sounded from afar.

Wang Zizai looked up and saw two auras of supreme imperial weapons appearing in the starry sky in the distance, heading towards this place at a very fast speed.

"boom!"

An evil god appeared in the starry sky. His whole body was light golden, like a god, with four faces on his head, and he was extremely majestic. He flew out holding a spirit-refining pot, exuding a majestic aura. Even though he was far away in the starry sky, the saints were trembling.

The God Refining Pot is cyan in color, shiny and radiant, exuding the coercion of the ancient emperor, making people tremble.

This is an imperial weapon made of feathered green gold. It has layers of ripples like feathers on it, like a feathered flying fairy, possessing infinite power!
It belongs to the Light Clan, an extremely ancient and powerful race deep in the starry sky. The people of this clan have four sides on their heads and their bodies are light golden. They are extremely majestic and powerful. The great saint of this clan is known as the Evil God.

The Soul Refining Pot flew up, its entire body turning into a cyan-gold color, dazzling and brilliant. Feather-like ripples emerged, and its ultimate divine power burst forth. The spout of the pot spewed out light, trying to suck Wang Zizai in.

At the same time, a black fog appeared in another direction. Through the fog, one could vaguely see an ancient corpse holding a dark spear.

The Hades Spear is entirely black in color, and it is unknown what material it is made of. It exudes a terrifying aura of death, as if it represents the ultimate destination of life, and reveals waves of ancient emperor power, which is horrifying.

"You are not the only one in this world who possesses imperial weapons!" A hoarse and eerie voice was heard, as if the voice had not spoken for tens of thousands of years.

The ancient corpse swung the terrifying Death Spear towards Wang Zizai, wanting to blow him up with one shot to demonstrate the majesty of the underworld.

"boom"

The divine light of the Supreme Dao rose into the sky, and an ancient formation diagram crossed the sky and hovered above Wang Zizai's head. Four ancient dark red killing swords emerged, shaking the heaven and the earth. The supreme immortal power swept across the vast star field, shattering all things in the world.

Four swords were hung in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest directions, guarding the four gates, freezing the entire star field and suppressing everything.

"It is indeed the legendary Lingbao Tianzun's imperial weapon!"

"The highest manifestation of the inner magic array - the secret of word combination!"

"The first killing array in history!"

The great saints have already retreated far away, and the current battlefield is no longer something they can participate in.

Some people had previously speculated which imperial weapon Wang Zizai was holding, and after seeing this scene, it was finally confirmed.

The extreme battle broke out in full swing, with sword energy from the Zhu Xian sword array sweeping in all directions, one against two, fighting against two imperial weapons.

"Boom"

Sword energy was crisscrossing, thousands and thousands of them rose up and slashed across in a wave. Both imperial weapons made a slight sound, suffering from the huge attack force.

“How can he be so powerful!” All the saints were shocked. Even the Great Sage of the Light Clan and the ancient corpse of the underworld couldn’t believe it.

"Legend has it that this killing formation requires four imperial weapons to break it!" A human great sage recalled a legend and said quietly.

Although Wang Zizai's cultivation is much inferior to that of the two great saints, with the Zhuxian Formation Diagram, it is equivalent to having part of the emperor's soul in control. It can be said that it truly demonstrates some of the power of the emperor when he was alive.

Not to mention that the Zhu Xian Sword Formation at this time first completed the root of the Great Dao, and then obtained a bit of innate immortal spiritual light bestowed by the Buddha. It is no longer comparable to the previous Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

If the current Zhu Xian Sword Formation could be broken by the four imperial weapons, Wang Zi would just run into his death on the Immortal Mountain.

Four killing swords were hung in all directions, making Wang Zizai's defense as solid as a rock. He also took the initiative to attack outwards, advancing continuously, and making the Great Sage of the Light Clan and the ancient corpse of the underworld tremble with fear.

These two people only received news that someone wanted to use the imperial weapon to open the emperor's tomb, so they hurried over with the imperial weapon, but they had no idea which imperial weapon it was.

He was already a step late, and he didn't expect to encounter the Zhu Xian Sword Formation that had never been seen before.

(End of this chapter)