Fengyunlu

In the illusion, the Nine Heavens God Thunder Pond.

On the altar, Zhuang Mo held a cloth bag, which contained the secrets of the Nine Heavens. He shook gently, and a puff of black mist surged out of the bag, gradually condensing into the shape of a human figure, none other than Emperor Jiuyou.

Emperor Jiuyou's voice came out slowly, ethereal and insubstantial, as if he was not surprised by Zhuang Mo's appearance. "After all, you, a junior, have not forgotten me." His words revealed an indescribable emotion, which was both gratifying and doubtful.

Zhuang Mo responded respectfully: "Your Majesty, don't be too busy praising me. I still have something to ask for." He raised his hand and saluted, showing his respect for Jiuyou. However, Jiuyou noticed that he was still on the altar, which made him feel something was wrong, so he asked with a little surprise: "Let's talk about it, but how could your kid escape and release me here? "

Zhuang Mo paused for a moment, exchanged a look with Long Tiexin, and then said: "The Emperor still remembers that this junior still has some unpaid favors?" This sentence seemed to touch a certain nerve in Jiuyou, and he immediately realized that Zhuang Mo This trip is not innocent.

However, Zhuang Mo did not intend to hide it. He said calmly: "Since the emperor has seen it, it is difficult for the juniors to hide it. This time, I will use the Divine Pot Chapter." Emperor Jiuyou heard this, although he was a little dissatisfied, but he did not He didn't say anything, and just said calmly: "That's all, it's up to you, the junior, to decide whether to rob or rob, I..." Before he could finish his words, a sharp sound interrupted his words.

Hanyue's Fang suddenly appeared, its sharp edge revealed, piercing the chest with cold light and biting through Jiuyou's body. Zhuhong folded the reverse silk thread and blocked all the way out, and then there was another wave of entanglement, tightly binding Jiuyou. Jiuyou was completely trapped, Can Yuan could not escape, and the Tongtian Ru couldn't be used. However, he did not show anger. Instead, he expressed appreciation for Zhuang Mo's strategy: "Good boy, if you paint a crouching tiger on the Tiangang basket, you will be able to connect Taoism and Buddhism."

Zhuang Mo was not surprised by this. He smiled faintly and said, "I hope the emperor will not blame me for being offended by this junior." Jiuyou responded softly, and then stopped talking. Long Tiexin saw that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, but she didn't say much. She knew that saving Feng Chen was the most important thing now, and other matters could be dealt with later.

"Let's do it." Long Tiexin said calmly, and then summoned Hanyue Zhiya and Jiuyou in front of Zhuang Mo. Zhuang Mo nodded, took a step forward, raised his hand and said, "Emperor, I'm offended." As his fingers came together and trembled slightly, two fingers and half of his arm suddenly became translucent with golden light. He slowly inserted his fingertips into the black mist and began to refine Jiuyou's Divine Pot Chapter.

As time went by, the black mist of Jiuyou gradually faded and was slowly sucked into his palm. After a while, the black mist disappeared completely, revealing Jiuyou's appearance. His appearance is similar to that of Feng Chen but completely different. Feng Chen is young and immature, but Jiuyou is from Hongyuan Daohuang. Long Tiexin couldn't help but take a second look, but then turned his head and prepared to treat Feng Chen.

Her actions were seen by Jiuyou, who happened to see the seven sages flashing in the vase, and the aura of yin and yang and the five elements fell faintly, merging with the innate energy transformed by Feng Chen. This scene made Jiuyou think of something, his eyes moved, and the light in his eyes flickered. This scene was also captured by Zhuang Mo. He smiled secretly and pretended that nothing happened and continued the chapter on refining the divine pot.

After a long time, everything was finally completed. Zhuang Mo apologized to Jiuyou again: "Something unexpected happened, so I had no choice but to make this move. As for getting the emperor's place, I can just deal with it when everything is over." Jiuyou smiled and didn't say much, just nodded lightly. Nodding seems blameless. Long Tiexin looked at her coldly and saw some clues, but he didn't tell her that she knew what to do and could let it go.

"Miss Long, please use your spiritual fire to help me." Zhuang Mo turned around and said. Long Tiexin then raised his hand and pointed three points to fixate the Yuanzhu's color. It stirred back and forth from the vase, as if gathering firewood and picking it out. Not long after, a ball of nine colorful lights condensed and waited to rise slowly. Long Tiexin bit his index finger and squeezed out three drops of blood with a hint of gold. Then he raised his hand and summoned a touch of thunder flames. Two by two, they ignited in one place. The faint but everlasting light of the fire was transferred into the seven-colored light group by Long Tiexin's true energy.

Like adding fuel to the fire, the fire of thunder flames soared into the sky and illuminated the altar in an instant. The fire of the fairy spirits was already intense.

"Go!" Zhuang Mo shouted and threw the fragment of the Divine Pot in his hand towards the fire. The remaining scroll drew a graceful arc in the air, and then disappeared into the blazing fire. Immediately afterwards, Zhuang Mo raised his right hand, brought his fingertips together, and gently touched his left arm from top to bottom. A stream of black mist slowly overflowed from his arm and floated towards the fairy fire.

"Accumulate!" With a soft drink from Zhuang Mo's mouth, the black mist gradually dissipated, revealing a small talisman suspended on his index finger. This talisman is golden in color, like a small sun. It keeps rotating faster and faster, and in the end, only a ball of golden light can be seen flashing. Zhuang Mo gently removed his finger, but the golden light did not fall. Instead, it shot straight towards the fairy fire and disappeared into it with a soft sound.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the fairy fire gradually dimmed under the influence of the golden light, the fire gradually weakened, and finally died out. After the fire disappeared, an ancient book fell out of the flames. The word "Holy Pot" was clearly written on the cover. Opening it, there were endless chapters recorded in it.

Zhuang Mo reached out to catch the ancient book, flipped through it briefly, and then turned to Miss Long and said, "I still need your help next time." His voice was calm and confident, as if everything was under control.

It's just that the current situation is stuck in the quagmire...

"This is......"

Feng Chen stood in the white world, surrounded by blur, as if he was in an endless fog. He couldn't tell where he was or what was ahead of him. This endless white world seemed to deprive him of all perception, leaving him trapped in endless confusion and confusion.

Feng Chen walked forward helplessly. He had been wandering in this place for a long time. Although my body didn't feel tired, everything around me seemed to have never changed. He could never see the end ahead, and only the white mist that kept drifting behind him reminded him that he was moving forward.

"How did I end up in this place again? Is this my state of mind again? But the surroundings are too real." Feng Chen was filled with doubts and confusion. From time to time he raised his hand, trying to grasp the white mist around him. When his palms came into contact with the white mist, dew-like liquid condensed on his hands. The moist feeling was so real that no one could question it.

"Could it be that the Zixiao Thunder Dragon finally evolved something, and I was in its body without even realizing it?" Feng Chen tried to find the answer, but quickly rejected the idea. He clearly remembered that at the last moment, the Purple Cloud Thunder Dragon did touch his body and penetrated slightly. The tingling feeling had begun to pass on, and he was prepared to face everything according to the guidance of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Jue. According to his understanding, the Zixiao Thunder Dragon should be inhaled into the body, fused with the Zixuan Erqi, and then re-refined. However, the current situation was completely beyond his expectation.

Feng Chen kept asking himself, trying to find out the crux of the problem. He has asked more than a hundred times, but still can't find the answer. He felt confused and confused, not knowing how to deal with this sudden change.

At this moment, he thought of Lei Gong. He thought to himself: "Forget it, no matter what, Uncle Lei will always come up with something, after all..." However, as soon as this idea came to his mind, he suddenly froze. He stopped and stood there, feeling a strong chill in his heart.