Chapter 1636

The huge magma presented in front of us is the lava river of Tongling, a sacred vessel against the sky.

When Zhuo Wen found the tunling Yanjiang River in the Canglong hall, the tool spirit of the tunling Yanjiang river did not agree with Zhuo Wen and refused to recognize Zhuo Wen as the main body.

Now Zhuo Wenxiu is promoted to the heavenly saint. Zhuo Wen naturally wants to try whether the swallow lingyanjiang river is willing to recognize the Lord.

The Tongling magma river was suspended in the air. After a moment of silence, a quite childish voice came out: "your cultivation is still not enough, but your strength is barely passable. I can't help but recognize you as the Lord!"

With that, the Tongling magma River shrank to a few feet and suspended in front of Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen lost his smile when he heard the words of Tongling Yanjiang river. The spirit of Tongling Yanjiang river is really a child's heart, but Tongling Yanjiang river is willing to recognize the Lord, and Zhuo Wen is very happy.

Biting his thumb, Zhuo Wen dropped a drop of blood on the tunling magmatic river. Then Zhuo Wen felt a kind feeling of blood compatibility, as if the tunling magmatic River in front of him had become his right arm and was under his control.

In the past, although Zhuo Wen obtained the tunling magmatic River, he was unable to give full play to his power because he could not make the tunling magmatic River recognize the Lord.

Now, after the tunling Yanjiang River recognizes the Lord, Zhuo Wen knows that he can give full play to all the power of the tunling Yanjiang river. Relying on the tunling magmatic river alone, he can fight against the martial arts against the holy land.

"Good job, young man! I cleaned up the old man's grievances here."

Suddenly, a voice of vicissitudes came from the bloody hall, and Zhuo Wen's eyes suddenly became a little gloomy. The owner of the voice was naturally familiar to him, but the spirit of the blood tripod.

Zhuo Wen slowly turned around and looked at the old man who walked out of the meat wall with a smile. He was a little unhappy and said, "the elder came in time. I just got rid of my resentment, and the elder came out!"

The old man didn't care about Zhuo Wen's displeasure at all, but stretched his waist and said, "it's really comfortable. For the first time in ten thousand years, I feel so comfortable."

"Looks like you're angry, little guy? Hey hey, don't be so small! There are dozens of passages around the bloody hall, and there are still a lot of grievances hidden there. I'll thank you next."

Looking at the old man smiling in front of him, Zhuo Wen twitched at the corners of his mouth and had an impulse to fan people.

"The younger generation can be promoted to the heavenly saint. It all depends on the blood refining God pool and the elder generation. Leave the rest of your grievances to the younger generation!"

Zhuo Wen sighed, hugged the old man, stepped on his feet and disappeared into the bloody hall.

"Killing the yellow spring means? If I remember correctly, this is the unique magic skill of Taoist Canglong? This magic skill has been lost for a long time after Taoist Canglong disappeared. I'm afraid not many people can recognize this magic skill now?"

"The yellow spring on this son comes from the same source as the killing yellow spring performed by Taoist Canglong ten thousand years ago. Has this son been inherited by Taoist Canglong?"

When Zhuo Wen disappeared in place, the smile on the old man's face slowly converged, and a look of reflection appeared in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that a touch of spirit body from your little fanding could recognize the finger of killing huangquan, which really surprised us!"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind the old man.

The old man's pupils shrunk and retreated suddenly. His pupils shrunk and stared at a figure with his back against a bloody flesh wall in the rear.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, with long flowing hair covering his face. His face was faint and could not see his true face.

If Zhuo Wen is here, he must be able to recognize that he is the first mountain god?

"Who are you?"

The old man was sweating and staring at the first mountain god in front of him. In his blood tripod world, he was the master, but the man in black appeared behind him, and he was unaware.

"It doesn't matter who I am. Now I just want to know how you recognize the yellow spring of killing?"

The first mountain god slowly raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes like hawks and falcons sent out a real killing opportunity.

At the moment of seeing those eyes, the old man trembled and almost fell to the ground.

The old man is the spirit of the blood tripod. The blood tripod has been watered by the blood of countless creatures for thousands of years. The old man has seen countless killing and killing intentions, but compared with the killing opportunity in the eyes of the black robed man, it is basically one heaven and one earth.

With only one look in the eyes of the man in black, the old man felt an unbearable heavy feeling, as if only one thought in the eyes could completely dissipate him.

At this moment, the old man didn't know that he had encountered the most terrible existence he had ever seen in his life. He was well-informed. He could feel the horror of this person, which was comparable to the incomparable strong man ten thousand years ago.

"Say..."

The first mountain god slowly spit out the word, and his voice is full of the meaning of killing and cutting.

"Although the villain is an ordinary tripod, its existence can be traced back to the catastrophe ten thousand years ago. In that catastrophe, the villain is just an ordinary tripod, but many peerless strong people fell in that catastrophe. The villain gave birth to wisdom because he was watered with the blood of a peerless strong person."

"Because the villain was really insignificant, he survived. After the catastrophe, the martial arts declined. The battlefield was divided into corpse youjedi by the powerful, and the villain was lucky to be brought out of corpse youjedi by the first leader of Xuelian mansion."

"Because the villain has some intelligence, the first leader of the house left the villain in the blood refining house. Later, with the passage of time, it was gradually used as a sacrifice. Over time, it became the shape of the blood tripod."

The old man quickly knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up at the first mountain god. In one breath, he told his origin.

"The most important reason why the villain knows the killing finger is that he inadvertently saw the battle between Taoist Canglong and Tianchong. Taoist Canglong used this killing finger."

"The boy just now knows very little about the yellow spring, but it is really the breath of killing the yellow spring..."

The first mountain god leaned against the bloody wall and stared at the old man without saying a word. The old man knelt on the ground and dared not look up.

"I see..."

The first mountain god murmured softly and his eyes showed a trace of memory, but he soon woke up. He said faintly: "since you remember the picture that Taoist Canglong used to kill huangquan, show this picture to Zhuo Wen."

The old man trembled and hesitated for a moment, then he agreed: "yes!"

When the old man looked up again, he found that the first mountain god had disappeared.

"My God! Who is this man? It's too terrible. It seems that one look in his eyes can completely kill me. However, his words and deeds should have something to do with the boy just now. It seems that I can only show the painting of Canglong Taoist's killing the yellow spring to the boy according to what this man said."

The old man sighed, but he blamed himself for being talkative. If he didn't talk, I'm afraid he wouldn't lead to the terrible existence just now.

After a while, Zhuo Wen came out of the channel. At the moment, the yellow spring water drops around him have grown to as many as 220 drops.

Seeing Zhuo Wen coming out, the old man sighed and walked forward quickly and said, "little friend, is this the finger of killing the yellow spring you used?"

Zhuo Wen, who originally showed a happy face, suddenly changed his face. He looked warily at the old man and said, "how do you know?"

When Zhuo Wen practiced killing huangquan finger, the jade slip had said that this magic was the unique magic of Canglong Taoist priest, and it was too weak in the early stage to be considered as a magic at all.

This is also the reason why Zhuo Wen dared to use and cultivate the killing finger. Now the spirit of the blood tripod recognized the killing finger at a glance, which really calmed Zhuo Wen.

"Hey! I'll show you a picture and you'll understand it all!"

The old man sighed, and then his thin right hand pointed out in the void. At that time, the blood of the blood refining God pool in the hall suddenly surged into the sky, and immediately combined into a huge picture.

In this picture, there are many scenes flashing, and then the scene is fixed on one of the pictures.

This is a devastated land. On this land, there are many gullies, just like the wrinkles on the old man's face. It reveals the vicissitudes and sadness all the time.

Zhuo Wen knows that this land is suffering from the baptism of war, in which infinite creatures are buried.

Suddenly, in the far distance of the earth, a darkness came, which covered the sky and the sun, invaded the earth, and it was dark everywhere, in the sky and on the earth.

Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes and looked far into the distance. He found that the coming darkness was not real darkness, but endless strange insects covered with bone spurs and black armor. Each insect was huge and the number was countless.

"That's... Insect separation?"

Seeing the numerous and almost countless black beetles, Zhuo Wen couldn't help taking a breath. Zhuo Wen was really familiar with these black beetles. Wasn't it the Tianchong that almost destroyed the nine quiet places?

Moreover, the endless smell of Tianchong separation is even more terrible than the Tianchong separation that appeared in Jiuyou. I'm afraid it's hard for the martial arts of Xiansheng level to resist such a number of Tianchong separation.

Then Zhuo Wen saw a figure on the other side of the earth.

This is a middle-aged man. He is wearing a blue robe and a bun. His body reveals a free and easy meaning.

At the moment of seeing the middle-aged man, Zhuo Wen couldn't help shouting: "Taoist Canglong..."

Zhuo Wen, who has seen the shadow of Taoist Canglong in the Canglong hall, recognized the identity of this figure at a glance. He is Taoist Canglong, the master of the Canglong hall.

Taoist Canglong looked indifferent, stood up in the wind, hunted in clothes and robes, and stared at the approaching infinite insects. He didn't shrink back, but pointed out the void.

WOW!

For a moment, Taoist Canglong suddenly burst into a ten thousand foot yellow spring behind him. The yellow spring can pass through nine days at the top and into nine secluded areas at the bottom. It lies between heaven and earth. The prestige is no less than that of insects on that day.