Chapter 573 Escape from the Sky Boat

[Yunxiang Cauldron (Eighth Level)]

[...Based on the heart of the star stone and tempered by incense, a magic weapon can carry a huge amount of incense without losing it. It has a statue of a god inside and can slowly absorb the corresponding incense within a certain range...]

[Control conditions: Sixth level of worshiping gods]

[Control Effect: Level 8 (Gold): Good Luck]

Inside the small cauldron as big as a fist, all kinds of incense lights are intertwined, which is pleasing to the eye.

"The Evil God Cult has a strong family background. With this incense in hand, I can stay in the Netherland for many years."

Li Yuan played with the small tripod.

Walking in the Nether Realm requires incense, otherwise it will be eroded by the breath of the Nether Realm. He once asked the little female dragon that the erosion of the Nether Realm is irreversible, and even gods dare not touch it.

He was originally thinking about asking Qin Yun for a sum of incense as travel expenses, but now, well, he had to ask for it.

Incense can be called a magic oil. It is popular among all realms. It has been the most widely circulated 'currency' long before the origin of the divine dynasty.

No amount is too much for him.

"The one with the most incense must be the imperial court..."

With thoughts swirling in his mind, Li Yuan took out the lump of Bailing Red Treasure Clay and tried to attract the incense.

Buzz~

A wisp of incense was submerged in it, and the red treasure mud trembled slightly, digesting the wisp of incense as if it were alive.

"I also want incense that is not advanced, but I am not picky about food..."

With a large amount of incense in hand, Li Yuan would naturally not be stingy enough to only use low-level incense to warm the spiritual mud. He was just speculating on how much incense the spiritual mud would need to warm and nourish.

First level, second level...

From low to high, Li Yuan poured in thousands of incense sticks, and the red treasure clay did not reject anyone who came. At the end, the whole body bloomed with soft light.

Through this faint light, it seems that one can see a figure that looks like a human and a monkey, with all four limbs and a torso, but it has nine orifices.

"Can it be refined into a clone by warming it with incense and opening its nine orifices?"

Li Yuan frowned slightly. He even threw a ray of seventh-level incense into it, but the figure's nine orifices did not move at all:

"How much incense does this cost?"

Seeing that there was no change in Chibao Ni after digesting the incense, Li Yuan stopped his losses in time. Although he had just obtained a lot of incense, he could not waste it for no reason.

"There should be incense in the Bafang Temple, right?"

After putting away the red treasure clay and the incense cauldron, Li Yuan opened his eyes. Behind the strange stone forest, there were wisps of clouds and smoke lingering outside the ancient temple. After Dong Twenty-three woke up, the ancient temple was no longer as clearly visible as before.

"ah!"

At this time, a low roar came from the bottom of the mountain.

"What about the Negative Palace Spirit Turtle?"

Li Yuan's heart moved, he stood up and looked down the mountain.

I could see the air waves rolling, and the turtle shell with ferocious bone spurs turning wildly under the attack of Taoist Fang Sanyun and Yuanqing. From time to time, someone groaned and shouted.

"This turtle shell is really hard."

Li Yuan was a little speechless.

Almost everyone at the foot of the mountain was trying to surround and kill the old turtle. Fang Sanyun and Taoist Yuanqing even used the Tianyun Xuanbing. The latter used three yuan and one energy stake to pin him down at the foot of the mountain.

The former held the Heavenly Fire Samadhi and flapped it uncontrollably, causing smoke and dust to billow and thunder to roll down the mountain.

But even so, the turtle shell was not broken, it just kept shaking and cracking. On the contrary, the people surrounding it groaned and screamed from time to time, and were injured by the rebound of the bone spurs.

…

"If you want to break Grandpa Turtle's shell, you are still a little young!"

A cold shout came from the turtle shell: "Retreat quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?!"

Fang Sanyuan groaned and backed away, then became furious:

"go!"

A small red seal came out of his hand, whirled in the air, and was wrapped in red flames like a dragon as it crashed into the turtle shell in the smoke.

"Tianyun Xuanbing!"

Gui Laoxian's heart tightened. This mysterious weapon contaminated with the aura of the Bafang Temple was far more powerful than the top-grade magic weapons he had ever seen. How could he be willing to take it head on?

But the three yuan and one energy pile had already locked him in place. Whether he wanted it or not, he could only shout:

"Let's see if you hit Grandpa to death, or Grandpa will shock you to death!"

Boom!

A huge roar exploded, sending up billowing smoke and dust.

The violent energy surged in all directions, and even the great masters could not help but shudder slightly. Then, they heard a muffled sound, Fang Sanyun staggered and fell to the ground, blood oozing from all his orifices.

"ah!"

In the smoke and dust, Gui Laoxian screamed, obviously suffering serious injuries.

"You haven't broken that turtle shell yet?!"

"It is indeed comparable to the Heavenly Fortune Mysterious Weapon. This old turtle's shell is really too hard."

"Hiss, Brother Fang's injury..."

Seeing the turtle shell spinning in the smoke and dust, everyone at the foot of the mountain found it difficult. The turtle shell was not only hard, but also had the ability to resist earthquakes.

The harder you strike, the more serious your injuries will be. How do you fight like this?

"How can a mere turtle shell compare with the Heavenly Fortune Mysterious Weapon?"

Zhou Ying snorted coldly: "If there is a sea-splitting black whale hammer here, you can smash any armor or turtle shell with one hammer!"

As he spoke, he turned back suddenly, ripples appeared in the void, Li Yuan walked out of the passage, and after hearing the words, he directly drew out the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer:

"Senior Zhou, take the hammer!"

"roar!"

The red hand hammer rose into the air, and the black whale spirit who came out of the small black room was extremely excited. Zhou Ying took the hammer with both hands, exhaled loudly, and was about to bring the hammer down.

"puff!"

The heavy hammer has not yet fallen, but the energy has already rolled down. There is only a "click" sound, and the turtle shell seems to be whining. The turtle old fairy stretched out his pale head and face, and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood:

"Stop, everyone, please stop!"

Woo~

Zhou Ying sent and received the message carefully, stopped the hammer at the right time, and together with Yuanqing Taoist and Long Yingchan, surrounded the old turtle in the middle.

"...I really have no enmity with you, why do you have to capture and kill me?"

Turtle Lao Xian's face was pale and bloodless. He first fought tooth and nail with the Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master, and then was blasted by Long Yingchan and others. Even though his turtle shell was tough, he was seriously injured.

"Tie them up first and then talk."

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows, Taoist Yuan Qing nodded, raised his hand and released an air stake to tie him up. Gui Laoxian gritted his teeth and did not resist, and was thrown aside with a cloud of smoke and dust.

Ao Cang, who was tied under a tree not far away, smiled bitterly when he saw this.

"Is that Thousand-Eyed Old Ghost dead?"

Long Yingchan turned around and asked Li Yuan, and everyone else also looked over.

"Not dead."

Li Yuan reached out to take the Black Whale Hammer and relayed Dong Twenty-san's answer.

"A ray of remnant god..."

Everyone looked at each other, but they weren't too surprised. After all, the record on the stone tablet was too revealing.

"I'm afraid this beast has more than one ray of remnant spirit."

Long Yingchan frowned:

"This old ghost has been dormant in secret for thousands of years, and I'm afraid he has other plans... But with that, um, Dong Twenty-three here, even if he has any plans, he can't succeed."

Thinking of this, Long Yingchan felt relieved again.

With Li Yuan's talent and talent, he was almost invincible at the same level. He couldn't think of anyone who could beat him at the third level.

"Gods..."

Zen Master Dading shook his hand. Just now, his palm was injured by the shell. Although there was no blood, several finger bones were exposed:

"No wonder the Evil God Cult only cares about incense, that's why..."
To be continued...