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Hahaha......

Wu Potian was in the secret room, laughing wildly alone.

Actually, this time he really made a fortune:

Because, he found that after the Nine Palaces Soul Fire Disc drilled into his body, it appeared directly in the dantian, and when he looked inside, he saw a miniature small lamp, constantly rotating in the dantian, and a little dark blue flame was frantically sucking the fire spirit crystal aura in his body, and every little bit of inhalation, the dark blue flame would grow stronger.

And after sucking for a while, it will automatically spit out some pure fire aura, and this spit out aura, compared to the original, it is more than a hundred times more pure, there is this kind of good baby automatically drilled into his body, of course he will be happy, and very happy.

Although he paid the price of almost fainting, he still made a lot of money compared to what he obtained, and this pain is worth it, it is very, very worthwhile!

After Wu Potian in the inner vision saw this scene, he was already relieved, and now all he had to do was to recover his spiritual power and the power of the Xuan Soul, and then concentrate on getting rid of the old rascal in the Nine Palaces Soul Fire Plate, so that this rare treasure would definitely belong to my Wu Potian.

He was in a good mood, with a wave of his right hand, a bottle of fragrant elixir floated into his left hand, and with a flick of his fingers, the bottle cap automatically flew to his mouth, and when he opened his mouth and inhaled, dozens of pills of the Warm Divine Replenishment Pill drilled into his throat. The gentle and majestic energy is like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. From the meridians in the stomach meridian to the meridians of the whole body, it is continuously exported. Nourishing the meridians and body after being attacked by violent energy, the feeling of being extremely comfortable made him feel exhausted after being devastated, his whole body was cool and comfortable, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Jing sat in the secret room like an old monk in a steady state, and the pure fire spirit crystal energy flew freely in the secret room, so that the hard walls of the secret room were carved countless deep traces. In the entire secret room, the temperature at this time was as high as thousands of degrees, and here, the fire spirit crystal energy in his whole body suddenly turned into a big furnace.

When he calmed down, he divided the power of his mind and the soul into several parts, commanding the spiritual power in his body to run continuously, and he used the power of his mind to observe the Nine Palace Soul Fire Plate intently, looking at the small mini lamp. A little bewitching soul fire was working hard in it, in his heart. There is an inexplicable satisfaction and pride, and a small surprise.

Because, this incident was too surprising to him, and it was too different, after all, his soul came from Huaxia in the era of science and technology, and this kind of extremely strange thing was still a little unacceptable.

After observing for a while, although he was still proud in his heart, the grim facts made him have to calm down: although this is the sphere of influence of the Tomb Earth Palace, this king is here to recover the entire Evil God Temple, it is true that I have the evil god and demon pupil that can threaten the masters of the same level, even the masters of the Martial Emperor level, but what about the masters of the Martial Emperor level, the Martial Emperor level, and even the higher level? Will they recognize the identity and status of this king? Martial King, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Emperor-level old guys, who hasn't practiced in the Evil God Temple for thousands of years, why should they listen to me, a hairy boy and an outsider who is less than twenty years old?

Strength, or strength!

As long as you have the strength, you are a fool, and others will listen to you, without strength, everything is empty talk. In the mainland where martial arts are respected, strength comes first, and there is no reason and human affection to talk about here.

Therefore, it was only a little time before he got carried away for a while, and his reason returned to reality. Although the energy in the secret room was burning like a furnace, his heart was very cold, because he thought of the Netherworld Alliance, and thought of a meeting between the Acting Hall Master of the Evil God Temple and the Netherworld Alliance at night, the two-month agreement, how short the time was, but I had a lot to do, how many strongmen needed to conquer by themselves?

And that one of the domain masters who came from the Netherworld Alliance at random was a Martial Emperor-level master, can I handle him?

The answer is no.

If I don't have the strength, why should people believe me?!

Because, my top priority now is to increase my strength, without strength, I have nothing, let alone talk about any hall master.

After calming down, he took enhancing his strength as his first priority, but as soon as he made up his mind, his whole body suddenly shook, and the fire attribute energy in his body seemed to start rioting again, and more and more fire aura took up half of his body at once, fluctuating wildly.

"Hmph, what a strange fire spiritual power, do you really want to rebel?" A cold snort couldn't help but snort angrily from Wu Potian's mouth, and after noticing the abnormality of the fire spiritual power, he summoned all the spiritual power in his body and fought against the dark blue fire spirit power with all his might.

After a period of confrontation, Wu Potian found that once his spiritual power was entangled with the dark blue fire spiritual power, it was actually more refined by a few points, could it be that it was to urge me to change the way my spiritual power moved in the past, this is also too risky, right?

Xuanyangzi was also stunned and surprised: "Yes, it seems very risky to change the way the energy of the dantian operates, but if you don't change, there will be a True Yuan riot, so what can I do?"

Speaking of this, Xuanyangzi's voice seemed to tremble a little, and Xuanyangzi, an old soul who had practiced for thousands of years, had never encountered such a strange and tricky thing.

Seeing this strange thing, Wu Potian's first feeling was that something was wrong, this must be someone doing ghosts, could it be the old rascal?

Thinking of this, his heart was cold, and he wanted to sink the power of the Xuan Soul into the space of the Nine Palace Soul Fire Plate again, but before he could start to implement the idea in his heart, the Nine Palace Soul Fire Disk began to wreak havoc in the dantian, and he actually wanted to crash into his dantian and abolish his cultivation.

Dantian is the place where the martial arts practitioner gathers his strength, and it is the most important place, if it is broken, his strength, a lifetime of hard work will be in vain. Right now. This Nine Palace Soul Fire Disc actually began to rage in the dantian. This couldn't help but make Wu Potian very angry, and he roared angrily:

"Hmph, old rascal, you're looking for death!"

Wu Potian used the power of the Xuan Soul to imprint into the Nine Palaces Soul Fire Plate, condensed into a spiritual arrow, and shot the shameless old rascal fiercely. Suddenly, the miniature lamp began to settle again.

But. Only waited until the next moment, the Nine Palace Soul Fire Disk began to riot again, which made Wu Potian's heart angry, and immediately sank the Xuan Soul, and suddenly drilled into the space of the Nine Palace Soul Fire Plate, and fought with the old rascal.

"Truly...... Boy, the old man still thinks you don't dare to come back, hmph, as long as the old man uses a little means, you don't want to come and see the old man respectfully. Are you alive?"

"Hmph, a dying geist. You dare to be so arrogant, you dare to make wind and rain in the king's dantian, could it be that you are too late to die, old rascal, do you want to die early?!"

"Boy, what's the use of presenting the benefits of the tongue, if you want to subdue the old man's baby, you have to come up with real kung fu, otherwise, you will obediently sacrifice your body to let the old man take away, if this success is successful, perhaps, the old man will be compassionate and let your soul live for a few more days, hehehe, it's really a good body, it was born to be used to give the old man a lot, come on, boy, the old man can't wait, hahaha......" The old rascal laughed wildly, as if he had eaten Wu Potian, and did not treat this twenty-year-old boy as a dish at all.

Listening to the old rascal's words, Wu Potian couldn't help but be suspicious, and he asked in shock: "Old rascal, you just said that this Nine Palace Soul Fire Plate is your treasure, so why did you run into your own treasure? Also, what about your body, it can't be the old mother who raped a ruthless person, and was beaten into flesh and hid in her own treasure......, right?"

"I want you to take care of it, hmph, the old man can come in if he wants to come in, and he can go out if he wants to, can you manage it, damn mouthy boy?"

"Old rascal, bragging and not breaking the law, if you can get in and out, you would have run to Java a long time ago, and what are you doing in a soul fire plate, you are a fool to be the king, hum, what a shameless old rascal!" Wu Potian not only despised the old rascal fiercely, but also stretched out a middle finger towards him, killing him vigorously and shaking it a few times, making the old rascal feel inexplicable, what does this middle finger represent?

After thinking silently for a long time, the old rascal still didn't understand what this middle finger meant, feeling that he was tens of thousands of years old, and he was still being humiliated by this kid who didn't have any hair for no reason, so he immediately felt ruthless, waved his right hand violently, and turned into an overwhelming big hand, with endless flames, and suddenly covered the top of Wu Potian's head.

For a time, the heavens and the earth were reversed, all things mourned, and all kinds of substances in the space were all swept into nothingness, and its momentum was so great and the ferocity of its arrogance that Wu Potian had only seen in his life, and he couldn't help but frown his brows.

His face suddenly turned cold, and he snorted angrily: "Hmph, an old rascal who is about to die, and he still wants to be murderous and die!"

"Crack the sky with a claw, break it for me!"

Before the shouts came out, the jade-like tender hands suddenly stretched forward, distributed in the shape of claws, and grabbed fiercely at the old rascal.

In the sky, the thin lines of five blood red lines suddenly made a big effort, from the silk to thicker and larger, and in an instant, they covered the sky and fiercely intercepted the big hand of the Xuan Soul that the old hooligan grabbed in the sky.

Boom, boom, boom

After the palms of the two giant spirits, one black and one red, suddenly collided, there were several loud bangs, followed by a "click" cracking sound, followed by a series of violent kicking sounds.

As a result, the two giant palms all shattered into powder, turned into vitality foam, and spread in all directions, and the soul body of the old hooligan flew out directly towards the back, but Wu Potian retreated sharply behind him, and the violent sound of kicking the ground was made by him, it seems that both of them used all their strength at this moment, and Wu Potian's soul power had a slight upper hand, but it was not much better.

The faces of the two people who retreated and flew upside down were like the changeable clouds in the sky, constantly changing, blue, red, white, black and purple, and almost all kinds of faces changed, looking like Sichuan folk unique skills, and the king of changing faces.

In the end, the old rascal couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a "vomit", and finally spit out a large mouthful of golden origin blood.

The old rascal was really anxious at this moment, he couldn't imagine that a little martial king-level guy, the power of the Xuan Soul would be so powerful, this was the only ruthless person he had seen in tens of thousands of years, he gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "Xiao'er, you bullied the weak, and when the old man was extremely weak, he actually beat Ben Sheng to vomit blood, hum!"

Although the look on his face was extremely ugly, Wu Potian was still stronger than the old rascal, and after listening to his shameless words, he couldn't help but hate in his heart, and snorted angrily with disdain: "Hmph, shameless old rascal, you first wanted to take the king's house, and then designed to abolish the king's dantian, and then made the first move, wanting to destroy the king's soul, and now you can't win, why did you become the king and bully the old man when you are weak?"

"Shameless, hehe, this saint is shameless, what's the big deal?!Thank you for the compliment, ...... you" The old rascal sneered without changing his face and heartbeat.

"Since you are shameless, then talk less nonsense, war!"

As soon as the word "battle" came out, Wu Potian directly broke the void with one move, and the space was beaten into a wide passage, the turbulent air flow, the ear-piercing roar sounded, and the huge fist shadow smashed towards the old hooligan, its speed was so fast that the old hooligan was caught off guard and embarrassed, as if he would die under Wu Potian's punch immediately.

The old rascal who had just been beaten away by a claw was already weak, and spit out a mouthful of golden natal essence blood, and now his breath was extremely unstable, and he wanted to take advantage of the moment he spoke, and first recover some vitality and then get up again, then he knew that this damn boy was not fooled at all, and he smashed it directly with his fist, stinky boy, don't you want the life of this saint?

Seeing that the big and urgent fist with boundless power was about to smash his own Xuan Soul with a punch, the long-standing 10,000-year-old hooligan was really anxious, he immediately made a decision, and the trick was exhausted, the Xuan Soul cut off an arm, and instantly exploded into a sky of powder, in the midst of the turbulent whirlpool, in such a fierce Gang Qi opened up a space channel, towards the place where Wu Potian existed, and shouted loudly: "Boy, this saint fought with you today!"

"Hmph, don't think about it!"

Seeing that the old rascal is really desperate now, and even the Demon Sect's severed arm Dafa has been used, what is he going to do?

Although he is not afraid of the old rascal in his mouth, but he is still a little nervous in his heart when he fights desperately with a martial saint-level guy or sacrifices his life with a Xuan soul, because, the old guy of the martial saint-level level, which one is fun? Which one does not have a few hands to save his life?

However, now that the war has begun, and his desperate efforts are imminent, retreating from the battle is not his style of breaking through the sky, so what about death, although I can't die, but who can die? Which one is not desperately increasing his cultivation in the middle of his cultivation to ensure a long life of a thousand years old, and his longevity is with the heavens? Which one is not carrying a heavy responsibility?

Thinking of this, he bit the root of his teeth, didn't care about anything, and fought hard, Mommy's, Lao Tzu was willing to cut his whole body, and dared to pull God off the horse, isn't he just a martial saint who is about to die, who is afraid of whom?

Therefore, after he snorted coldly, he only hesitated a little in his mind, and immediately his eyes were bloodshot, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, clenching his teeth and fighting with the old rascal with all his might.

Looking at the old rascal who was heading straight towards his body, Wu Potian, who was in a hurry, immediately condensed a spiritual arrow, and shot out angrily from the dark blue soul spear in the center of his eyebrows, shooting directly into the eyes of the old rascal.

He was afraid that the old rascal would not be hit, so he immediately shouted, "Old rascal." Die!"

The old rascal didn't doubt it, and raised his eyes towards Wu Potian, but as soon as he raised his eyes, an invisible soul arrow shot into his right eye like a meteor.

This arrow, fast, too fast!

The Martial Emperor-level guy, who is so fast as the world, is also attracted to his trickery.

As soon as the soul arrow entered his eyes, the old rascal screamed miserably, although he had tried his best to dissolve the power of this arrow, but this arrow was too sharp, and it was an arrow specifically aimed at the soul, which was too damaging.

Boom, boom, boom

In a miserable cry, a series of explosions sounded in the old rascal's mind, and a monstrous wave was set off in the sea of Xuan Soul, as if countless bombs exploded in his mind, the pain, it was a pain that penetrated deep into the soul, thousands of times more powerful than the great pain of any body.

The world is spinning in his head, and the pain in his soul is like a cut, now, the old rascal is really too sad...... (To be continued.) )