The black dragon-patterned cauldron became only as big as a fist at this moment, falling into the rune fairy fire. It was spinning at a very fast speed, accompanied by nine black dragons, and the roars of the dragons were extremely high-pitched.

Suddenly, the divine light shone, and the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron rose into the air. Dozens of divine powers were burning in the mighty rune flames.

Dozens of figures appeared inside, all sitting cross-legged in the void.

Two of them were the most powerful. They were roasted by the flames and remained motionless, glowing with immeasurable light.

This is the imprint left by Yaoguang's two great saints and the sages of the past. Even though they have been inactive for many years, they still revived independently in the face of danger and fought against the fairy fire together.

Something happened to the fairy fire, the rustling sound was frightening, the small tree was moving, and the nine black dragons kept roaring, rushing into the air, looking down.

The sudden change in the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron also caused changes in the mysterious talisman fire. As it moved over, the temperature became more and more terrifying, and the void was burned.

"Ang..."

The nine black dragons opened their mouths and spat out shimmering light, which fell down.

The divine light on the small black gold tripod with the dragon pattern became even stronger, and all the imprints on it were changing, as if they were about to be melted.

The fairy fire seems to be alive, autonomously carving various traces and laws.

Whether it is a "tool" or a "method", it can extract the most original avenue, dissolve all magazines, trace the source, and push the "tool" or "method" to its most original state.

If the mark left by the Great Emperor is of the same origin, it is impossible to erase it.

But the imprint left by generations of saints in the Shaking Light Holy Land is not within this scope. At this moment, the "rustling" sound cannot stop the blazing heat, and it is shattered like flying ashes.

Ji Lingyun wants to use the power of fairy fire to burn away the marks left by the Shaking Light Holy Land in the cauldron, completely remove the unnecessary traces, and return the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron to its original state.

He sat down cross-legged, waiting for the fairy fire to change on its own without disturbing it.

This process lasted for thirty-eight twenty-four days, during which dozens of brands in the cauldron were constantly fighting against each other.

Although he has no consciousness, he has the instinct of self-preservation.

Especially two of the brands, belonging to the two great saints of the Shaking Light Holy Land, resisted the most fiercely.

In the void, the dozens of figures gradually disappeared, the fire light danced, and all the redundant imprints seemed to have melted, and great changes had taken place.

"Keng!"

Finally, there was a soft sound, like a sharp sword striking the fine iron, completely cutting off all traces and returning to the origin.

In the divine city tens of millions of miles away, several powerful men in the Holy Land of Light were so angry that they vomited blood.

They didn't expect that the people who snatched the imperial weapons would so quickly erase the mark left by the Holy Land of Light for more than 100,000 years.

At this time, their last connection with the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron was cut off, and no matter what methods they used, they could no longer sense the presence of the imperial soldiers.

Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice!

They have the urge to cry at this moment.

In a sense, the Supreme Emperor's weapons are more precious than ancient scriptures. With this, they can dominate the world and become invincible.

And being in the hands of a holy land, it is more capable of overpowering other major religions, dominating a region, taking the initiative, and having unimaginable benefits.

Losing them like this makes them unable to express their suffering.

At this moment, they can't even search in a big way. If the Jiang family learns about this, it will definitely be a catastrophe.

On the tenth level of the fire domain, the tree flames composed of runes moved, no longer burning the dragon pattern cauldron, and moved away from here.

"Dang!"

The black gold cauldron with dragon patterns fell to the ground. Ji Lingyun opened his eyes and waved his hand, and the small black cauldron flew into his hand.

Ji Lingyun was very satisfied. At this point, the cauldron could be fully used by him, drawing a clear line between it and the Holy Land of Shaking Light.

He put away the small black cauldron and waved his sleeves, and two golden weapons appeared in front of him.

It was the holy clothes worn by the Dark Night King and the divine spear in his palm that were also swallowed together with the dragon-patterned black gold cauldron.

These are the holy weapons passed down from generation to generation, and they are the only treasures in the Holy Land of Light.

Ji Lingyun also took the opportunity to re-sacrifice it, and the inner god was directly surrendered by the god of Nanmingli Fire Sword.

Half a month later, Ji Lingyun left the Fire Domain.

Then he returned directly to Ji's house, and met Fatty Duan at the gate of Ji's house.

At this time, he has been staying at Ji's house for almost a year. He has a pair of small eyes looking around, and there is a follower behind him.

"Master."

Ji Mengyue discovered Ji Lingyun immediately and ran over quickly.

Ji Lingyun patted Ji Mengyue on the shoulder, then looked at Fatty Duan and said, "I see you are quite honest, you can leave."

"Haha...I am finally free..."

Fatty Duan jumped over like flying.

"You...really let me leave?"

Fatty Duan lowered his voice for fear of being heard.

Ji Lingyun said nothing, and a light flashed from the palm of his hand, and a three-inch small cauldron appeared. The terrifying aura was restrained, but the stronger the stronger, the more sensitive it was to this aura.

Fatty Duan's eyes widened, he shot out two frightening rays of light, and almost pounced on him like a vicious wolf.

Fatty Duan couldn't help but exclaimed, "There's been a lot of discussion in the city these days, and everyone wants to know who stole the imperial soldiers."

In fact, many people are doubting the authenticity of this matter, because no one can really take away the imperial weapons.

No matter which clan they belong to, they have left an immortal mark on the imperial soldiers. Once the gods within are resurrected, they will most likely kill the snatchers and return to that lineage.

"The Yaoguang has no emperor, so it failed to leave the emperor's mark. It may be the only imperial weapon that can be captured in this world."

Fatty Duan knows a lot and respects and fears Ji Lingyun.

"What other imperial weapons do you have on hand? Take them out and show them."

Fatty Duan couldn't help but ask.

If this is true, then Ji Lingyun will definitely defy heaven.

With two imperial weapons, you only need to say a word to establish a sect, and masters from all walks of life will immediately come to join you, and another Ji family can be formed in an instant.

Ji Lingyun gave the small black cauldron to Ji Mengyue.

"Thank you, master."

Ji Mengyue's eyes narrowed into a straight line, and she smiled sweetly. She held the three-inch small tripod and studied it carefully, stretching out her fingers to tap on it from time to time.

Seeing that Ji Lingyun didn't speak, Duan De was basically sure that Ji Lingyun had a second imperial weapon in his hand.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"You are an unscrupulous sister, a deity, and a poor man who narrowly escaped death before digging out half of an imperial weapon. Now you have two perfect imperial weapons in your hands. It's really infuriating."

Fatty Duan looked up to the sky and sighed, lamenting the injustice of the sky.

……

Ji Lingyun will no longer be involved in the matters behind the Divine City.

The inheritance of Emperor Wushi has also come to an end. After this attack, countless people have completely given up on this inheritance.

So what can I do if I don’t give up? Even the six imperial weapons can’t really enter, let alone the countless ancient races inside that are sealed in Zishan.

Entering Zishan is seeking death.

Ji Lingyun stayed at Ji's house for a few days, and then prepared to cross the void and rush to East Barren Zhongzhou.

According to the information sent back from the Ji family intelligence personnel, Ye Fan seemed to have gone to Zhongzhou after surviving the Four Extremes Heavenly Tribulation.

Ji Lingyun knew that Ye Fan and the others were going to enter the Immortal Mountain next. With Xiao Nannan, the ruthless emperor’s Dao Fruit, entering the Immortal Mountain would be much smoother.

Therefore, Ji Lingyun plans to go to the Immortal Mountain.
Chapter completed!