In the cave, Xia Liangqi focused on studying the clay pot in his hand, but the clay pot did not react at all.
"Is this just an empty shell?" Xia Liangqi was a little confused.
"It's not easy to make such a judgment. The magicality just now is not like a false one. Even if this pottery is not its essence, it has at least a great relationship with the essence and is part of the core of the essence."
"But why didn't there be any reaction? No matter it is Yuan Ling, spiritual energy, blood drops, or mental power, it cannot have any impact on the pottery jar. It was only when I refined it at that time that some changes occurred."
Wu Ming pondered, "You try to include it in your own spiritual spring to see if there is any reaction."
Xia Liangqi tried it, but still shook his head.
"Can it be related to your soul leaving the body?"
"It's hard to say, I don't think so."
"What else did you see in that past image?"
"That's all. Are there any hidden dangers in the secret realm? Or is the hidden danger that the man mentioned refers to the magical spirit of Zhelin?"
Wu Ming shook his head, "This level involves too high, and it is difficult for us to know now."
Xia Liangqi sighed helplessly, "Oh, I finally got this pottery jar, but it seems useless. It's really a disappointment. Why don't you go to the huge golem that has fallen into the corner?"
Wu Ming nodded in agreement, and the two set out again to go.
On the way, I even saw a few sneaky figures. It seemed that they were all attracted by the movement just now.
Xia Liangqi didn't want to waste time with them for the time being, so he slipped out quietly with the help of a dust-free mirror and rushed to the center of the battle again.
The more you reach the center, the pottery began to gradually heat up, and even felt like you were about to leave.
Xia Liangqi was a little happy, and it would be fine if he had a reaction, but he was afraid that this thing would never react.
But when Xia Liangqi approached, he was surprised to find that the "he" who was fighting with Zhe Lin was holding a pot of exactly the same as that in his hand.
"What's going on? Can this pot still produce energy?" Xia Liangqi was a little confused.
Wu Ming stared at the clay pot again, and after a moment, he shook his head, "No, that's just a piece of afterimage, and it doesn't have a real feeling. It should be that there is only this clay pot."
Xia Liangqi nodded, quietly felt the heat of the clay pot in his hand, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the huge slash, "The source of its heat seems to be there."
Wu Ming also looked at Zhe Lin and frowned. They didn't even dare to stare at Zhe Lin's eyes, for fear of being noticed.
"Can you kill this Zelin?" Xia Liangqi twitched his face slightly.
Wu Ming shook his head, "Not to mention that this may be just a remnant of the image. Even if it is not, its strength is far beyond ours, and it is impossible to kill it."
Xia Liangqi was thinking, but suddenly, a change occurred.
The clay pot flew out directly and headed straight for the siege. It happened too suddenly and was too fast, so Xia Liangqi couldn't react at all.
Even Wuming didn't have time to stop him.
And Zhe Lin had already noticed the pot of this clay pot, but he did not react at all, allowing the pot of this clay pot to sink directly into his eyebrows until it disappeared.
Then Zhe Lin stared at Xia Liangqi with scarlet pupils, his eyes flashed, and the Chen-Wu Chen-Mirror was already ineffective.
Xia Liangqi did not dare to move at all at this time, and grabbed Wu Ming's hand. If the situation was wrong, he would try to drill into the sinking coffin, although he didn't know if it was too late.
Zhe Lin's eyes flashed, and Xia Liangqi had even felt the threat of death.
At this moment, the two monks stood in front of him and cut off the influence of Zhe Lin on him. These were the two monks who were supposed to be chasing them.
Then Zhe Lin seemed a little angry and was about to continue attacking, but other monks had already restrained Zhe Lin.
Zhelin, who got the pottery jar, seemed to have become stronger. The monks who were originally evenly matched Zhelin began to be suppressed by Zhelin, and they were gradually exhausted.
Xia Liangqi looked at the two monks who seemed to be under control and asked, "Hey, do you know what's going on?"
The two monks ignored him and continued to deal with the increasingly violent Zhelin.
Xia Liangqi had no choice but to leave this dangerous place with Wu Ming first.
But Zhe Lin seemed to be targeting them. Seeing Xia Liangqi and the others running away, he roared and ignored the others and chased Xia Liangqi straight to him.
"Hiss, this ghost is targeting us." Xia Liangqi's scalp was numb.
"It should be related to the fact that you have refined the clay pot. Try to activate the clay pot again." Wu Ming reminded.
There is no way, now I can only treat it as a living horse.
Xia Liangqi concentrated his mind and felt that he had some inexplicable contact with Zhelin. He tried to issue an order, but in return he was roaring by Zhelin.
"No, the pottery jar seems to be integrated with Zhelin. Why do I feel like I am controlling Zhelin? I am not obedient at all?"
"Maybe it's because of the lack of strength, I'll help you."
As he said that, Wu Ming once again instilled his own mental power into Xia Liang's soul-broken sea to help him strengthen his control.
However, this also caused the speed of the two men to decrease significantly, and they caught up with them in just two or three steps.
This time it no longer just glared at me, but swung four arms and smashed them directly at the two of them. With just waving, it could be seen that the void was shattered. Even a powerful Divine Spirit Spirit would probably be photographed as if it were ashes.
Wu Ming sacrificed the remaining soldiers to block one arm, but he was also backfired and paid the price of serious injury.
The two monks also rushed over, one of them blocked an arm.
But there was still an arm that didn't have time to stop it, so he quickly slapped Xia Liangqi directly.
At the critical moment, Xia Liangqi grabbed Wu Ming and stuffed him into the sinking coffin, but he had no time to hide in. The palm wind of the giant palm had arrived. Before it could be touched, Xia Liangqi's back was blooming, and his beating heart could be seen.
"Stop!"
Xia Liangqi let out a last roar, his eyes were red and his spirit continued to surge, obviously suffering a huge backlash.
"call."
Xia Liangqi let out a long sigh. The giant palm behind him was less than a few meters away, and he was almost a tattered doll all over his body, as if he was about to fall apart with a touch of slight touch.
But the giant palm finally stopped there, motionless, and even Zhelin's huge body did not move.
This is not something Xia Liangqi can do. To be honest, he just tried to stop, but he couldn't even affect a hair that broke. The hair was still dancing happily in the wind.
But Zhelin was forced to stop by Xia Liangqi's words "stop".
Xia Liangqi frantically ran "Xia Xinjue" and threw several essences into his mouth.
The broken body finally began to grow slowly, but it seemed to be suppressed by some terrifying force, and healed himself very slowly.
"Bang!"
Wu Ming smashed open the lid of the coffin and came out from it, staring at Xia Liangqi with a terrifying face. He was relieved to see that he was safe and sound, but the evil spirit on his face still did not fade.
"What? Do you like to be a hero?"
Xia Liangqi grinned, "I can't get in there now."
"Then I don't need your pity! You sacrifice your life to save me so that I can remember it for the rest of my life? Tell you, Xia Liangqi, I, Wuming, are not weak, you men, why do you need to take care of me? Even if you die in battle, you will not be the last person to survive!"
Xia Liangqi sighed helplessly, "Okay, I know, I'm very hurt, let me relieve myself for a while."