Devour

Chapter 322: Changing the Situation

Chapter 322 Changing the Situation

The smoker was surprised and said, "Hey... Look! Even the coffin lid has been thrown out."

Li Tong chimed in, "It's still an absurdly expensive coffin. It seems that this old guy has been to many dangerous ghost areas, and either dug up a lot of ancient tombs of powerful people, or killed enough masters."

Cheng Bai looked at it carefully and said, "Could it be... This kind of metal is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can obtain. It is considered a taboo among the natural treasures."

Li Tong said quietly: "The key point is the treasure itself. It was made of strange gold into the 'Devil's Coffin'. It is a powerful weapon unique to the Undead, and it is currently the best Horcrux!"

Only the corpses of strong men above the Nirvana Realm and with a gold-type physique can extract a very small amount of the corresponding material, which is so strange that it is called "Strange Gold". The hardness of the treasure is 17, and the color is similar to the deep and rich mummy brown, which exceeds the category of rare treasure materials in the ordinary sense.

Cheng Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice: "Mo Gui probably wants to use it as his life magic weapon, and then upgrade it to a fairy weapon to become a true Xuan master."

The darkness in Kuiyi Beidou Formation expanded wantonly, and Feng Jinglun's lazy voice came: "The Demonic Coffin of Chaos? It's a pity that it hasn't been refined into an immortal weapon yet. What's the point of taking it out so early?"

Mo Gui watched the flames supporting Kui Yi's Big Dipper Formation go out one after another. He gritted his teeth, raised the strange gold coffin, and opened the lid.

Suddenly, several pale and almost transparent bone claws stretched out from the coffin, and then many shadowy bone souls sat up.

The wind was blowing hard and ghosts were crying and howling!

The Vajra Ashes vision approached the Demonic Coffin of Chaos, and the nine faces exhaled, spewing flames to help; and inhaled, several wisps of bone souls were eaten by it.

The wind fuels the fire, and the blue flames grow stronger! The bone soul continues to be energetic, and the magic power increases dramatically!

The originally magnificent giant's body suddenly expanded to a vast area of ​​300 miles! The blue flames in Kuiyi Beidou Formation, which had been repeatedly defeated, rose again, stabilizing the position and stalemate with the darkness, and finally did not lose the position again.

Li Tong explained in detail: "The Demonic Coffin of Chaos contains the power of the souls of various powerful people. That old guy took out all the hidden treasures."

Seeing that the situation was improving, Mo Gui showed a barely perceptible smile.

Feng Jinglun said disdainfully: "You used so many magic weapons and borrowed all kinds of great powers to help you in the battle, but it was just a small achievement. Do you think that I can do nothing to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark night in the formation suddenly stretched out a dark and eerie scythe. The sharp blade swung silently and quickly, as if it could penetrate space.

With a loud explosion, a black ruins tripod was split open on the spot, and flames shot up into the sky. The precious soul weapon tripod was destroyed in an instant, and the formation of the Kuiyi Big Dipper formation was damaged due to the loss of a corner.

Mo Gui was horrified: "You still have the energy to fight back, but I am at the end of my rope!"

Feng Jinglun snorted coldly, and the dark sickle flew into the air like a ghost, chopping down the remaining six black ruins cauldrons one after another. The sparks flying everywhere were swallowed up by the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Kuiyi's Big Dipper Formation was broken, and the dark night swept in like a tide, submerging even the golden-armored giant.

Mo Gui fell into darkness and was powerless to recover. Amid his screams, flying armors were constantly torn off and flew across the battlefield, with golden light running rampant.

The giant Vajra Cinders vision roared to the sky, unwilling to fall, but it could not resist the erosion of the dark night and quickly shrank to tens of miles... thousands of meters... tens of meters... and then disappeared without a trace.

The dark night dissipated with the wind, and the vast plain remained safe and sound.

Feng Jinglun was still standing there without moving. Poor Mo Gui, like Wen Ji before, was held by the Night Demon Prince's neck with one hand, and his limp body could not move.

Dharma King Miaoyin rushed forward a few steps, waved his hand to take away the Chaos Demon Coffin, the Golden Light Flying Armor, and Mo Gui's Sumeru Mustard Seed, bowed his head and said: "The Nine Abyss Demon Lord is unparalleled in his achievements. We are willing to admit that we are inferior to him."

"I accept the bet with a smile! I accept it with a smile." Feng Jinglun pretended not to hear anything, and threw Mo Gui's body aside, shaking his head to express his dissatisfaction, "Is it because Mo specializes in refining tools that his Yuanshen in Huiyuan Realm is not strong enough? It's a bit unworthy of the name. After all, he is the strongest one in more than 100,000 years, and he can extract a considerable amount of the origin of the fire of life."

Ghost King Xiyi rushed forward like a hungry wolf and dragged Mo Gui's body away, saying with a drooling face: "This beast's cultivation is a great tonic. If Your Highness doesn't want it, then I will give it to you."

No lord contended with him.

Cheng Bai asked quietly, "What kind of magic is Feng Jinglun's black sickle that appears and disappears without a trace?"

Li Tong said, "The Night Demons are proud of their top-grade secret technique, the Blade of Judgment, which is said to be able to slay immortals and saints. Its ability transcends spatial limitations, and it can especially sever the flesh and blood, killing them with one strike! Fortunately, its grade is similar to your sniper."

Cheng Bai frowned and said, "Feng Jinglun's powerful skills are not limited to this. Just now, Wen Ji's Flame Pattern Liewang Spear couldn't penetrate the ground, and Mo Gui used the power of the sun's core to unleash a fierce fire. But this plain is actually almost the same as before the battle, not even a blade of grass has changed much."

Li Tong nodded and said, "Not bad! You discovered it."

Cheng Bai's eyes were gleaming as he concluded, "It is definitely not an illusion under the spiritual eye, unless it is difficult to destroy and deliberately disguised! The Temple of Life is an amazing immortal weapon, right?"

Li Tong said solemnly, "It's higher in rank than mine, it's a supreme immortal weapon! Once you step into the palace, you will be in a world of your own. No matter what kind of martial arts, magic, or magical treasures you use, they will all be suppressed. Feng Jinglun himself is invincible, not to mention that his cultivation is far superior to others. Even if their cultivation is similar, others have no chance of winning. Unless he wants to let them go, no one can leave the palace."

Cheng Bai heaved a sigh, shook his head and said, "So Feng Jinglun is a liar. On the surface, he gives others opportunities and says it's a fair challenge, but in reality, he draws a big pie, digs a trap and closes the net, so no one has a chance to challenge him."

Li Tong agreed: "Otherwise, the Nine-Layered Abyss has been desolate and cold since ancient times. Where would he get the countless ghosts and monsters to command? How could he harvest the souls of so many humans, demons, immortals and saints, refine the fire of life and grow the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire bigger and bigger?"

Cheng Bai was surprised and asked, "Could it be that the eight lords were also deceived?"

Li Tong whispered, "I don't know about that. But the Feng family has been in charge of the Nine-Layered Abyss for about three to four million years. Feng Jinglun's life span is not that long, and he relies on the Temple of Life to live forever. The other lords could not have followed him for so long, and most of them were recruited one by one over a long period of time."

Cheng Bai smiled bitterly and said, "He has a lot of experience and tricks. Of course I won't stand a chance."

Shi Chi, who had been silent the whole time, said, "If Li Tong and I join forces and do our best to withdraw from the Temple of Life, we still have a chance. It is not an offensive magic weapon. Unless someone attacks actively, it will not kill anyone."

Li Tong pointed out: "You have a treasure that is suitable for restraining the Temple of Life and the Night Demon Prince. It is not difficult to survive and escape. But the key is to be able to win. The challenge is meaningful."

Before Cheng Bai could figure out how to deal with it properly, Feng Jinglun looked at him and said, "You are the only one left. Have you thought about it for long enough? Who have you decided to send into battle?"

Cheng Bai felt that sharp gaze locked onto him, and secretly groaned in his heart: "Feng Jinglun probably knows how many treasures I stole from his house in Jiuchongyuan, but it doesn't matter, because he can take them all back in this round."

A bold strategic plan was in his mind. People are good at adapting, so why should they follow other people's rules?

Cheng Bai calmed down and persuaded with the secret art of communication: "Thank you for your attention, senior. My cultivation is low and shallow, and I am short of talents, so I can't send a suitable challenger. Why don't I bring an assistant to help me and ask you for your advice, and we will fight to the death!"

Feng Jinglun burst into laughter after hearing this, and his voice echoed throughout the palace, gradually becoming deafening.

Yong Yao and Cai Youling were silent. Both of them had been defeated, paying a high enough price to buy their own safety and were left to watch the battle from the sidelines.

At present, the power gap between the three parties is obvious. Before the battle, Cheng Bai's team was the weakest, but now his team with all the survivors is the strongest. The mood of the two emperors' camps is inevitably unbalanced, and they are eager to see Cheng Bai's team suffer a crushing defeat.

Feng Jinglun stopped laughing and said loudly: "You seem to be using some kind of magic to influence the thinking of the opponent in the conversation, so that I can't help but do what you say! Even if it's a two-on-one battle, what does it matter? Even if there is a fairy weapon, what does it matter? It's useless in the Temple of Life!"

Cheng Bai secretly admired: "The secret art of communication is the most difficult to detect ability to change the situation that I have seen so far. He actually vaguely noticed it, but fortunately he didn't object."