The copper furnace is about a foot high, cast in brass, and carved with exquisite patterns.

There is a furnace cover, which is even more gorgeous, and the hollow carving is carved with flowers and birds, insects and fish, and landscapes. At the top of the furnace lid, there is a four-clawed python that winds and circles, which is very hideous.

Chen Hao stepped down into the air, walked to the altar, stopped slightly, and looked at the exquisite copper furnace.

In the distance, Jiang Li and the others followed Chen Hao, and also landed on the copper furnace, revealing curiosity, they all wanted to know what was the magic of the copper furnace under the protection of ghosts.

"With four peak ghosts stationed in the early stage of foundation building, even, after the four ghosts merge and turn into a bull-headed horse face, they can exert their strength in the middle stage of foundation building. Such a powerful force only guards an altar and a copper furnace. So, does this altar, this copper furnace, have an important position in the great conspiracy of Yama Ghost Cultivation?"

Chen Hao's eyes flashed, and he groaned in his heart, guessing.

But the next moment, he raised his palm and slapped it in the air, and the powerful palm force set off wind and waves, hitting the lid of the copper furnace, making a dull sound.

Then I saw that the extremely heavy furnace cover, under Chen Hao's blow, flew directly from the copper furnace, soared into the sky, and exposed the inner belly of the copper furnace under the furnace cover.

"Gollum!"

It is like the sound of boiling water after boiling, and it comes out from the copper furnace at the moment when the lid of the copper furnace flies up, which is very loud. There are even silent soul sound waves, with the copper furnace as the center, waving towards the surroundings, like a calm pool, suddenly throwing a stone, the water ripples, for a long time.

Chen Hao's eyes turned and looked inside the copper furnace.

Immediately, the pupils in his eyes shrank, and his face became gloomy.

I saw that in the copper furnace, there was actually a large half urn, which had been concentrated by a secret method to extract the thick blood water of the essence, which was constantly tumbling and constantly emitting a rich smell of blood.

At the same time, in the blood, the souls that were all dim but could see the outline of the human form were constantly rising and falling, and at a cursory glance, they were dense and incalculable.

Each soul's face, twisted in pain, opened its invisible mouth, and let out a silent cry. The soul sound waves that spread in all directions from the copper furnace came from their mouths.

"Human Blood...... Human souls! How many kills do you have to kill, and how many souls do you have to extract to condense the blood essence of such a large half urn?"

Although he killed the Yidaomen, the Thirteen Villages, and the Zhong family, Chen Hao never attacked ordinary people and kind-hearted people. All that is slain are those who deserve to be killed.

However, now I see that in the copper furnace, after being concentrated by a secret method, most of the thick blood of the urn can still be retained. As a son and daughter of Huaxia, Chen Hao's killing intent towards Yama Ghost Cultivation rose even more, like an active volcano gathering strength, about to erupt.

Chen Hao suppressed the anger gushing in his heart, turned his face, glanced at Jiang Jingtian and the others, pondered for a while, and decided that the things in this copper furnace would not be allowed to be watched by these people, after all, they were all ordinary people, and knowing too much would not only not help, but would also inspire fear and cause social unrest.

Immediately, his palm was raised, and the dragon ring emitted a faint white light, directly enveloping the entire copper furnace. Under the turn of the thought, the copper furnace that exuded blood and stirred soul sound waves disappeared directly out of thin air on the altar, making Jiang Jingtian and the others feel shocked again, and the gaze that looked at Chen Hao was a little incomprehensible.

Subsequently.

Chen Hao stepped down from the altar, and with a wave of his palm, a fierce spiritual fire surged out from his palm in an instant, directly enveloping the entire altar and burning into nothingness.

"Uncle Jiang, Auntie, the weirdness here has been solved!"

Chen Hao slowly walked in front of Jiang Jingtian and Jiang's mother, nodded to the two of them, and spoke.

"Good...... Good!"

Jiang Jingtian's eyes were stunned, and it took a long time to squeeze two words out of his throat.

At this moment, in his heart, Chen Hao was no longer carrying gifts to the door at noon, a white-faced scholar, looking a little person who was very easy to bully. Instead, he stands up to the sky, has great magical powers, ** skills, comes and goes freely, and kills the fierce strong.

For a while, Jiang Jingtian had mixed feelings in his heart, and he had fully understood that Chen Hao's height was not what he could imagine at all. I'm afraid it's thousands of times more powerful than his father Jiang Xiaolong.

Even Manager Yu, Secretary Fang and others didn't dare to come out at this moment, and looked at Chen Hao with awe.

Their lives, today, have been opened up by Chen Hao, allowing them to see a different world. Of course, if they really go out to legend, they will definitely be described as crazy and mentally ill by others.

Chen Hao didn't pay attention to what everyone was thinking, and got into the treasure car with Jiang Jingtian and his wife and Jiang Li, and drove to Jiang Jingtian's residence.

Meanwhile.

In an endless, tree-towering deep mountain and old forest, there is a natural giant cave, the cave ** stalactites are lined up, and there is a murmuring water, it is very quiet.

But at this moment, this giant cave has been occupied.

"Fellow Daoists, although we made a mistake in our judgment and were recognized by Huaxia, we finally had to disperse into the mundane. However, it is not without benefits, at least we are in the shadows now, and our enemies are in the light, and once we attack, it will be easy to deal with them. ”

"Moreover, our foundation has not been lost, the one hundred and eight blood furnaces hidden in Huaxia are still there, as long as we wait for ten days later, our Yama Realm will fully explode, and then Huaxia will bloom in all directions, and it will be destroyed in three days. ”

In the depths of the cave, there is a stone table completely cut out of a boulder, and around the stone table, there are seven figures sitting around, including nuns, Taoist priests, and martial arts people in long robes.

At this moment, next to the stone table, an old monk wearing a robe, with twelve ring scars on his head, and a gloomy aura all over his body, was waving his arms and giving a majestic speech.

He is the head of Shaolin and the old monk Xuanchen among the eight major sects.

And sitting around the stone table are the heads of the other seven major sects in the martial arts in addition to Shaolin, including Wu Tianqing and Emei Annihilation.

"What the old ghost of Xuanchen said is good, as long as the foundation is still there, we have the strength to destroy Huaxia. Wait until ten days later, erect the 108 Black Jiaolong Flag, open the 108 Blood Furnace, and the entire Huaxia will become nourishment, and at that time, welcome the Ding of Heaven and Earth back to Penglai Immortal Island, and my Yama Realm will control the sky, just around the corner. ”

Wu Tianqing Lao Dao nodded, his face was full of excitement, he stood up from the stone bench under his buttocks, stroked his beard with one hand, and waved with the other, pointing at the country and scolding Fang Xuan.

The day of the implementation of the great plan of the Yama realm is getting closer and closer, and the blood in my heart is boiling more and more.

The other masters sitting around the stone table couldn't help but nod when they heard Xuan Chen and Tianqing's high arguments, and the corners of Gu Jing's mouth slowly hooked up on Gu Jing Wubo's face.

But at this time, a Shaolin ghost cultivator in his forties, wearing a monk's robe, staggered, and shouted bitterly: "Abbot, something is wrong!"