Jian Wushuang snorted coldly, flipped his right hand, and put the ancient bronze cauldron back into the Qiankun Ring.
Raising his head, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but be slightly startled. He saw that the Lingyan Holy Land under his feet had been turned into ruins by the shock wave of the ancient bronze cauldron. Countless disciples of the Lingyan Holy Land were raising their heads.
Staring at him dumbfounded.
"You, who are you?"
Elder Yanbin sat paralyzed among the ruins of a broken wall, staring at Jian Wushuang in fear.
Jian Wushuang said "uh", feeling slightly guilty.
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
Behind Jian Wushuang, there was a burst of rapid footsteps.
Immediately, under the shock wave, he saw the equally embarrassed Suxin Master running towards him quickly.
"I will not abandon you, Your Excellency."
Master Suxin's chest rose and fell slightly as he gasped.
Elder Yanfu shrank his eyes, sometimes looking at Jian Wushuang, sometimes looking at Master Suxin, and finally seemed to understand something, his face changed and he said:
"Okay! Su Xin, you actually colluded with outsiders and entered the Xiantian Dinghuo Pool! You are in big trouble!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a stream of flames, dragging the tail flames, and quickly shot through the air from the position of the Seven Peaks of Lingyan!
Under the stream of flames, there was a sonic boom!
In just a few breaths, this flame streamer appeared in front of everyone.
Countless flames dispersed, revealing a majestic middle-aged man with red hair and two blazing eyes.
"Lord Holy Lord!"
"Meet the Holy Lord!!"
Immediately, many disciples of the Lingyan Holy Land around, as well as the master of Suxin, Elder Yanbin, knelt on one knee and said.
This majestic middle-aged man is the contemporary Holy Master of Lingyan Holy Land!
At this moment, Holy Lord Lingyan's face was ashen. He first glanced at Jian Wushuang coldly, then his eyes fell on Lord Suxin and said: "Take me to see the Xiantian Dinghuo Pool first."
The Suxin Master trembled when she heard this. No one knew the current situation in the Xiantian Dinghuo Pond better than her.
Not a drop of the innate Ding Fire accumulated in the pool from tens of thousands of Chaos Epochs is now left.
She simply couldn't imagine what kind of state Holy Lord Lingyan would be in if he saw this scene.
"yes!"
Taking a deep breath, the master of Suxin braced himself and said.
Then, Lord Suxin led Holy Lord Lingyan towards Xiantian Dinghuo Pond step by step.
The Innate Ding Fire Pond is hidden under the surface of the earth. Two gates made of thousands of years of ice-cold black iron tightly seal the Innate Ding Fire Pond.
At this moment, the two gates made of cold black iron had been completely blown open by the ancient bronze tripod, revealing a huge hole.
Countless hot breaths emerged from this hole.
Holy Lord Lingyan had a gloomy face and walked towards the cave, only looking down.
In an instant, Holy Lord Lingyan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his expression completely stunned.
"Xiantian... where is Ding Huo?"
The next moment.
Holy Master Lingyan's body began to tremble. Under his gaze, he saw that the pool of Innate Ding Fire, which was originally deeply stored, was now empty, with not a drop of the Innate Ding Fire energy left.
"Where's the innate Ding Huo?!!!"
A heartbreaking howl came from the mouth of Holy Lord Lingyan.
Immediately afterwards, I saw Holy Lord Lingyan suddenly turning his head, looking at Master Suxin and Jian Wushuang with piercing eyes, and trembling with anger as he said:
"You, you deserve to die!!!"
Boom~~!!!
Immediately, an invincible master's momentum suddenly exploded with Holy Lord Lingyan as the center!
Holy Lord Lingyan was instantly furious to the extreme!!
When Master Suxin saw this, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and a thin line of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Just as she was about to speak, she saw Jian Wushuang taking a step forward and already standing in front of her.
"Your mission has been completed, leave the rest to me."
Jian Wushuang smiled at her, then turned his eyes to look at Holy Lord Lingyan, and said in a deep voice:
"Holy Lord Lingyan, the matter has come to this, please listen to me..."
"I said your grandma!"
Holy Lord Lingyan's face was ashen, and he immediately stepped forward to catch Jian Wushuang!
At this moment, he was already furious. How could he hear the second half of the sentence?
Clang!
A golden divine spear suddenly appeared in the hands of Holy Lord Lingyan. He stepped forward, and endless flames burst out from his legs, killing him in the air step by step!
Every step he took left a mark of flame in the air.
"Go to hell!!!"
The next moment, Holy Lord Lingyan stabbed forward fiercely, and in an instant, the golden spear stabbed hard at Jian Wushuang's head!
Countless flames spurted out from the tip of the magic gun!
Jian Wushuang frowned slightly when he saw this, jumped back, dodged the stab, and said in a deep voice:
"Holy Lord Lingyan, calm down first."
"I can't calm down!!!"
Holy Lord Lingyan's eyes were red and he was panting heavily. If there were not so many disciples present, he might not be able to help crying.
The Xiantian Dinghuo Pond was the foundation of the Lingyan Holy Land for tens of thousands of Chaos Era. But now, the tens of thousands of Chaos Era's foundation had all been made into Jian Wushuang's wedding dress and vanished into thin air.
Who can bear this?
After the Holy Lord Lingyan finished roaring, he stepped forward again. The flaming golden spear in his hand was like a strong wind and rain hitting banana trees, or like big and small beads falling on a jade plate. He swung out thousands of spears in an instant and stabbed Jian Wushuang down.
Swish swish swish~~!
Countless gun shadows overlapped and intertwined, and each spear thrust out was like the roar of a fire dragon, terrifying to the extreme.
Jian Wushuang turned his head slightly, facing the dreamlike gun shadows, and acted quite relaxedly, avoiding them one by one.
Until now, Jian Wushuang's thought was that it would be best to resolve the matter peacefully. After all, he was the one who took away the essence of Lingyan Holy Land first.
However, Jian Wushuang's insistence on giving in did not give Holy Lord Lingyan the slightest intention to give up. Instead, he fought harder and harder. By the end, every shot fired by Holy Lord Lingyan had gone straight towards Jian Wushuang's life gate.
"It's not over?"
Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes, and a coldness gradually appeared on his face.
"That's alright. Since you can't listen to me when I tell you clearly, I'll convince you first and then I'll tell you."
"Innate magical power, original universe!"
puff!!
In an instant, a realm of power descended on the entire audience!
Under the power of this realm, Holy Lord Lingyan's aura weakened rapidly, while Jian Wushuang's aura increased sharply!
Gradually, Holy Lord Lingyan slowed down.
The next moment, he thrust out a spear, and Jian Wushuang reached out and grabbed the flaming golden spear in his hand!
"Um?"
Holy Lord Lingyan looked stunned for a moment, then roared, his divine power surged all over his body, and he pulled his hands back.
Didn't move.
Pulled again.
Still didn't move.
"this??"
Holy Lord Lingyan froze and slowly raised his head to look at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang was seen holding the flaming divine spear in his right hand, looking down at him expressionlessly.