Chapter 1636

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Cang Long Taoist and Huang Quan

The huge magma in front of him was the Heaven-defying Divine Artifact, the Spirit-devouring Magma River.

When Zhuowen found the Spirit-devouring Magma River in the Cang Long Hall, the Artifact Spirit of the Spirit-devouring Magma River did not acknowledge Zhuowen as its master.

Now that Zhuowen had advanced to the Heavenly Saint Realm, Zhuowen naturally wanted to see if the Spirit-devouring Magma River was willing to acknowledge him as its master.

The Spirit-devouring Magma River floated in the air. After a moment of silence, a rather childish voice came out, "Your cultivation is still not enough, but your strength is barely passable. I will reluctantly acknowledge you as my master!"

After that, the Spirit-devouring Magma River shrank to a few dozen feet in size and floated in front of Zhuowen.

Hearing the words of the Spirit-devouring Magma River, Zhuowen could not help but laugh. The Artifact Spirit of the Spirit-devouring Magma River was really childish. However, Zhuowen was quite happy that the Spirit-devouring Magma River was willing to acknowledge him as its master.

Biting his thumb, Zhuowen dripped a drop of blood on the Spirit-devouring Magma River. Then, Zhuowen felt a sense of intimacy, as if the Spirit-devouring Magma River in front of him had become his left and right arms, and everything was under his control.

Although Zhuowen had obtained the Spirit-devouring Magma River in the past, he was unable to make the Spirit-devouring Magma River recognize him as its master, so he could not unleash its full power.

Now that the Spirit-devouring Magma River had acknowledged him as its master, Zhuowen knew that he could fully unleash its full power. With the Spirit-devouring Magma River alone, he could fight with a Heaven-defying Divine Realm warrior.

"Young man, you did well!

You actually cleaned up the resentment of the old man here. "

Suddenly, an aged voice came from the blood-red hall. Zhuowen's eyes suddenly became gloomy. He was naturally familiar with the owner of the voice. It was the spirit of the Blood Cauldron.

Zhuo Wen slowly turned around and looked at the old man who walked out of the wall of flesh with a smile on his face. He said in a slightly displeased tone, "Senior really came at the right time. I just got rid of the resentment, and Senior came out!"

The old man did not care about Zhuowen's displeasure. Instead, he stretched and said, "It's really comfortable. This is the first time in 65,555 years I feel so comfortable."

"Looks like you're angry, little guy.

Hey, young man, don't be so narrow-minded!

There are still dozens of passages Passages Magma River. There is resentment is Cauldron Studio is. There is resentment Book Studio Studio is.

Looking at the old man's smiling face, Zhuo Wen's mouth twitched, and he had the urge to slap him.

"It's all thanks to the Blood Refinement Divine Pond and Senior that I was able to advance to the Heavenly Saint Realm.

Zhuo Wen sighed softly. He cupped his hands together towards the old man before taking a step forward and disappearing from the blood-colored hall.

"Finger is Finger?" the Is Is?

If I remember correctly, this is Taoist Cang Long's unique Celestial Skill, right?

This Celestial Skill has been lost for a long time after Taoist Cang Long disappeared. I'm afraid there are not many people who can recognize this Celestial Skill, right? "

"The Yellow Spring on this kid's body is from the same source as the Slaughtering Yellow Spring Finger that Taoist Cang Long used 65,555 years ago. Could it be that this kid has obtained Taoist Cang Long's inheritance?"

When Zhuowen disappeared, the smile on the old man's face slowly disappeared, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that a spiritual body born in a small Mortal Cauldron like you could recognize the Slaughtering Yellow Spring Finger. You really surprised me!"

Just as the old man finished speaking, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind him.

The old man's pupils shrank and he suddenly retreated. His pupils shrank as he stared at the figure behind him who was leaning against a blood-colored meat wall.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, and his long hair covered his face. His face was faintly discernible, and his true appearance could not be seen clearly.

If Zhuowen was here, he would definitely recognize him. Wasn't this the First Mountain God?

"Who are you?"

The old man was drenched in cold sweat as he stared at the First Mountain God in front of him. In his Blood Cauldron World, he was the master, but he did not notice the black-robed man who had appeared behind him.

"Who I am is not important. I just want to know, how did you recognize the Slaughtering Yellow Spring Finger?"

The First Mountain God slowly raised his head, and a pair of eyes that were as sharp as an eagle's exuded a murderous intent.

When the old man saw that pair of eyes, his whole body trembled and he almost fell to the ground.

The old man was the spirit of the Blood Cauldron, and the Blood Cauldron had been watered by the blood of countless living beings for thousands of years. The old man had seen countless killings and murderous intents, but compared to the murderous intent in the eyes of the black-robed man, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

The black-robed man's eyes made the old man feel an unbearable heaviness. It was as if this gaze could make him disappear completely with just a thought.

At this moment, how could the old man not know that he had encountered the most terrifying existence he had ever seen in his life? He was experienced and knowledgeable, and he could feel that this person was as terrifying as the peerless expert from 65,555 years ago.

"Speak …"

The First Mountain God slowly spat out the word, and his voice was filled with murderous intent.

"Although this lowly one is an ordinary cauldron, my existence can be traced back to the catastrophe 65,555 years ago. During that catastrophe, this lowly one was just an ordinary cauldron, but many peerless experts fell during that catastrophe. This lowly one was watered with the blood of a peerless expert, so this lowly one developed spiritual intelligence."

"Because this lowly one was insignificant, I was lucky enough to survive. After the catastrophe, martial arts declined, and the battlefield was split into the Serene Corpse Impasse by the Almighty. This lowly one was luckily brought out of the Serene Corpse Impasse by the first Blood Refining Mansion Master."

"Because this lowly one had some spiritual intelligence, the first Blood Refining Mansion Master left this lowly one in the Blood Refining Mansion. Later, as time passed, this lowly one was gradually used as a sacrificial object. Over time, this lowly one became the Blood Cauldron."

The old man quickly knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head to look at the First Mountain God. In one breath, he revealed his origin.

"The reason this lowly one recognized the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring was mainly because I accidentally saw the battle between the Cang Long Taoist and the Heavenly Insect. The Cang Long Taoist used the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring."

"Although that brat only grasped a small amount of Yellow Spring, that was indeed the aura of the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring …"

The First Mountain God leaned on the blood-colored flesh wall and calmly stared at the old man without saying a word. The old man knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.

"I see …" The First Mountain God murmured.

The First Mountain God murmured softly as a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes. However, he quickly regained his senses and said calmly, "Since you still have the image of Taoist Cang Long using the Slaughtering Finger of Styx in your memory, show it to Zhuo Wen."

The old man's body trembled. After a moment of hesitation, he agreed, "Yes!"

When the old man raised his head again, he found that the First Mountain God had disappeared.

"Oh my god!

Who is this person?

He's too terrifying. It's as if he could kill me with just a glance. However, judging from his words and actions, he should be related to that brat just now. It seems that I can only do as he said and show him the image of the Cang Long Taoist using the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring. "

The old man sighed softly and blamed himself for talking too much. If he did not talk too much, he would not have attracted that terrifying existence just now.

After a while, Zhuowen walked out of the passage. At this moment, the Yellow Spring Water Droplets surrounding him had grown to more than two hundred and twenty droplets.

Seeing Zhuowen come out, the old man sighed softly and quickly walked up to him. He said, "Little friend, is that the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring you used?"

Zhuowen, who was originally happy, suddenly changed his expression. He looked at the old man warily and said, "How did you know?"

When Zhuowen cultivated the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring, the jade slip had already said that this Celestial Art was Cang Long Taoist's unique Celestial Art. Moreover, the early stage was too weak, so it was impossible for others to think of it as a Celestial Art.

This was also the reason why Zhuowen dared to use and cultivate the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring so openly. Now that the Blood Cauldron Spirit recognized the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring at a glance, Zhuowen was really stunned.

"Ah!

Let me show you an image, and you'll understand everything! "

The old man sighed lightly, and then his emaciated right hand pointed towards the sky. Instantly, the blood within the Blood Refinement Divine Pool within the hall suddenly surged and shot into the sky, and then it formed into an enormous scene.

In the image, there were many scenes flashing, and then the scene froze on one of them.

It was a land full of devastation. On this land, there were many ravines, like the wrinkles on an old man's face. They were densely packed and revealed the vicissitudes of life and sorrow at all times.

Zhuowen knew that this land was being baptized by the flames of war, and countless lives had been buried in it.

Suddenly, in the distance, darkness surged over. This darkness covered the sky and invaded the land. Everywhere it passed, the sky and the earth were pitch-black.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed as he gazed into the distance. Only now did he notice that the darkness that surged over wasn't true darkness, but it was a boundless number of strange insects that were covered in bone spikes and black armor. Every single one of these insects was enormous, and their numbers were uncountable.

"That's … the Sky Insect Avatar?"

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but gasp when he saw the dense mass of practically innumerable black beetles. Zhuo Wen was extremely familiar with these black beetles. Wasn't it the Heavenly Insect Clone that had almost destroyed the Ninth Hell Realm?

Moreover, the endless Sky Insect Avatar's aura was even more terrifying than the Sky Insect Avatar that had appeared in the Nine Netherworld Realm. With so many Sky Insect Avatars, even Celestial Saints would find it difficult to resist.

Soon after, Zhuowen saw a figure on the other side of the land.

It was a middle-aged man. He wore a green robe and had his hair tied up in a bun. His body revealed a free and easy aura.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man, Zhuowen could not help but exclaim in a low voice, "Taoist Cang Long …"

Zhuowen, who had seen Taoist Cang Long's shadow in Azure Dragon Hall, recognized the identity of this figure at a glance. He was the master of Azure Dragon Hall, Taoist Cang Long.

Taoist Cang Long's gaze was indifferent as he stood in the wind. His robe fluttered as he stared at the endless Sky Insect Avatars that were getting closer and closer. He did not shrink back, but pointed at the void.

Whoosh!