The coercion brought by the Purple Gold Demon Refining Pot is like a series of mountains standing side by side, towering, condescending, unique, flowing with the breath of death and antiquity, making people almost suffocate.

"Retreat!"

Jiang Changan grabbed Hu Xiangrong's arm and withdrew from the ancient hall for the first time, and although the remaining eight saints were eager to try, they weighed the gap between themselves and the old man in the green robe, so they had to obediently withdraw from the hall.

Even the fierce general of the shark clan with a pair of dragon fish heads changed drastically after trying it, and his face changed drastically, and he flew out, and his blood and qi surged, and the thing in front of him was called the demon refining pot, throwing away its own power and power, it had a certain innate suppression of the demon clan itself, and the black death light of silence was injured when it was rubbed, and it was destroyed when it was touched, and it was quite difficult for him and the old man in the green robe to be able to walk down.

", this ...... The demon refining pot turned out to be at the bottom of the eye of the South China Sea, and the deity was really blind. Mo Cang shouted.

Jiang Chang'an's heart was in turmoil, and he said to himself: "The demon refining pot is here, where is Yao Baiyu? Could it be that he is still alive after more than 100,000 years......?"

As soon as his mind turned, the golden rune scroll carved by the talisman seal that combined the jade coffin and the sarcophagus in the spirit yuan was about to burst out, and he was about to jump away and fly towards the abyss!

"The scriptures have a response?!"

While everyone was eager to escape from this ancient area, Jiang Changan smiled at Hu Xiangrong and slowly walked towards the ancient hall.

"What is he going to do? He's going to hit the blade? Isn't this looking for death?"

"Is this person crazy? No matter how precious a treasure is, it's not as valuable as this life, right?"

The characters with profound feelings flowed on the surface of his body, attached to the white clothes, like gold silk embroidered with gold talismans, a Dharma protector gold robe, indescribably noble and elegant.

He ...... How is this possible? This terrible black light can't affect him, but we can't even get close. "They were extremely envious.

Yuan Jiye was surprised: "The immortal edict is a mantra for manipulating the demon refining pot, and it is an immortal edict! ”

"Supreme Immortal Book, when did it happen?"

They did not expect that the most precious edict would be engraved in the cheapest place, half of a coffin, and it would be placed in the most dangerous place, after all, there were not many people who could comprehend the scriptures under the hands of the seven coffin bearers.

Unfortunately, Jiang Changan is one of them.

For half an hour, many strong people were burning outside the hall, and suddenly saw the divine light in the hall dissipate.

"What was the result? That kid really couldn't accept the Extreme Dao Divine Soldiers?"

"No, you can't let this kid get cheap!"

Streaming down!

Several figures approached, but they were stopped by the nine saints: "Everyone, Mr. Jiang is a guest invited by my Linxian Peak, and please give a thin noodle to the ancient holy land." ”

"Ancient Holy Land? Huh, as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, even the nine holy queens, they can't stand up to us and the others, all the Taoist friends, I will join forces together, first solve these nine holy concubines, and then divide the demon refining pot among them!"

"Not bad, even if you can't get this demon refining pot, if this Dao Master can get a saint to play, it's worth it, hahahaha......"

Yuan Jiye didn't approach, let alone the desire to approach, and sneered indifferently: "A group of idiots, without the edict of immortals, who can keep the demon refining pot?!"

He clearly knew how many catties and taels he and his subordinates were, but unfortunately there were too few self-aware people in this world.

The old man in the green robe stood up and also stopped in front of the hall: "Everyone, since Mr. Jiang has already obtained the treasure, it is the destiny of heaven, and then vainly trying to take advantage of the void to enter, it is inevitable that it is too deceitful." ”

"Hey, old man, you were the first to make a move just now, and you still have the face to say I'll wait?"

The old man in the green robe wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth: "There is no owner of the demon refining pot, whoever grabs it is whoever, now that there is a master, you can't grab it anymore, this is the rule......"

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a square scarf scolded with a smile: "Fuck your mother's rules, what are you that dare to stand in the way of grandpa?"

The eyes of the old man in the green robe were condensed, the green robe trembled and flew, stepped into the air, and the cyan feathers spread out behind him, like opening a fan, thousands of feathers, each of which had a blood-red eye, and thousands of eyes bloomed with brilliant divine light, which directly illuminated the scarf Taoist priest into black ash.

The rest of the people suddenly restrained their indulgent expressions and retreated, and some well-informed old men exclaimed:

"The peacock opens the screen, and the eyes are shining!Your Excellency is the Peacock King Gu Wantong of the Short and Long Pavilion?"

Hearing this name, everyone exhaled coldly, this feather can be called a demon pupil, practiced into one every three months, and there are thousands of them in front of him, and he has lived for five hundred years, and he is a powerful and powerful person who truly overrides the iQue Realm and has stepped into the last chapter of the three and twelve realms.

But the real reason for their surprise was not just because this Peacock King was a powerful man, but more shocked and frightened because of the word "short and long pavilion".

The short and long pavilion is not a pavilion, let alone a simple city, but a region, located in the country of Barbarian Hill, which belongs to one of the nine wildernesses.

Shorter than three feet in the well in the sky, long enough for millions of stars and moons, the world is so big, sit down as a pavilion - this is the short and long pavilion.

The strong man in the pavilion is like a swamp, and no one knows its true depth, only knowing that the person who created the short pavilion was a holy lord with a knife 100,000 years ago, and also made good friends with the first deity of creation.

The most amazing thing for the world is that there are few conflicts in such a place where the strong gather, and the mystery is also amazing, the simple word "rules" is the law in everyone's heart, you respect me a foot, I return you a zhang, people don't offend me, I don't offend people.

Thinking of this, it is no wonder that the old man in the green robe attaches so much importance to the word rules.

Many strong people are neither advancing nor retreating, and it is difficult to move forward.

I heard someone sneer: "What about the short and long pavilion? Today, I even provoked Lin Xianfeng, and I am still afraid of your short and long pavilion?!! Great Peacock King, if we are indeed afraid of you for three points on weekdays, but now you are injured by the demon refining pot Origin Breath, this is an incurable disease, basically losing ten years of cultivation, we and others are not a few strong people in the Divine Journey Realm, and we can't deal with a great power who has lost ten years of Taoism?

Hundreds of strong people set up all kinds of splendid magic weapons, and they were about to make a move, just to see a white robe fly out of the hall like light and shadow, and a single golden-blue wing behind him was completely exerted, half human and half demon, peach blossom eyes lowered as if half-asleep and half-awake, unruly:

"Who wants to refine the demon pot?

He raised it with one hand, and the purple gold pot was hanging in the palm of his hand, and he was still violent like a vicious beast refining demon pot and became well-behaved and lovely, scattering black light, like a black sun, with ten thousand divine lights, forcing people to dare not look directly!

"Demon Refining Pot...... It's really in the hands of this kid!"

"How is this possible?