Bao Chengyong said: "I didn't stop you, I just had something to say!" Feng Xilong was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, and said: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have something to say, hurry up!" He was extremely unhappy.
Everyone else looked at Bao Chengyong. Guo Twelve smiled secretly in his heart. Bao Chengyong's intention was very obvious, which was to disturb Feng Xilong's mind so that he could not safely collect the Ancient Molian. As long as he failed, it would be Bao Chengyong.
Opportunity.
Bao Chengyong said slowly: "The magic liquid is down there, and the quantity is not large. How to distribute it?"
Feng Xilong said: "You can divide it how you want! Wait until I finish collecting the ancient ink lotus."
Bao Chengyong said calmly: "Gu Mo Lian... you may not be able to successfully collect it."
Feng Xilong suddenly calmed down. He was not an ordinary person. He had understood it in his heart. He cursed secretly and said with a smile: "How will you know if you don't try it? There is only so much magic liquid to cleanse the altar... It is probably not enough for the six of us.
The divided portion is barely enough for five people, so... whoever successfully collects the Ancient Molian will give the opportunity to refine the altar to others." He said generously.
Bao Chengyong knew that this guy had woken up and could no longer irritate him, so he stepped back and said: "Okay, Feng Xilong, you are first, I am second..."
Everyone looked at Feng Xilong. If he successfully collected the Ancient Molian, everyone else would have come in vain.
Feng Xilong said confidently: "Look at me!" He suddenly flew above the ancient Molian, paused for a moment, and then fell down. The position was exactly the central platform of the Ancient Molian.
Suddenly, Gu Molian shined brightly, and countless colorful rays of light shot out, hitting Feng Xilong who was falling. With a scream, Feng Xilong was thrown out. In just one second, Gu Xilong failed.
In the end, there was no possibility of getting Gu Molian.
Bao Chengyong laughed happily and said, "Feng Xilong, you failed!"
Feng Xilong rolled in the air for more than ten times before he could control his body. Although he was not injured, he was very frustrated. He cursed, stepped aside, and sneered: "Bao Chengyong, you may not be able to do it either!"
Bao Chengyong observed carefully for a moment and said: "It seems that as long as you fall into the center of Gu Molian, you can conquer Gu Molian?"
Because Yan Ruodai was ranked last, she had no hope that she could get Gu Molian from the beginning, but seeing Feng Xilong fail so quickly, she couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope and said: "Bao Chengyong, hurry up!"
Feng Xilong also urged: "Bao Chengyong, don't delay, hurry up! Everyone is still waiting. When you fail, they still have a chance!"
Bao Chengyong chuckled and said, "Don't provoke me, let me look carefully. I don't want to be like you and get knocked away before I even land!"
Feng Xilong shook his head in annoyance. He did not expect that Gu Molian would launch an attack. Although he was not injured, the power was so frightening that at that moment, he had no resistance at all.
After waiting for a long time, even Master Ling became impatient and urged: "Bao Chengyong, hurry up, everyone is waiting."
Bao Chengyong knew he couldn't drag it out any longer. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's see how I surrender you!" Flying into the air, he released his altar, and the black sword flew directly out of the altar and aimed at the center of Gu Molian.
Location.
Feng Xilong shouted: "Hey! Do you want to destroy Gu Molian?"
Bao Chengyong said: "Idiot, how could I destroy Gu Molian? I just used it to protect myself and won't be knocked away like someone else!" As he said that, he began to descend, getting closer to Gu Molian,
He moved extremely slowly, carefully observing Gu Molian's reaction. He only had one chance, and he didn't want to lose it inexplicably.
When Bao Chengyong was still seven or eight meters away from Gu Molian, Gu Molian suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and an unparalleled force hit him head-on.
Bao Chengyong was horrified. Just when he was about to drive the altar to suppress it, he suddenly found that his soul seemed to be imprisoned. In an instant, he was also thrown out. He heard his angry curse: "Fuck..."
Feng Xilong laughed loudly: "Haha, hahaha!"
Ling Zhenren was in third place. Although he was not as gloating as Feng Xilong, he could not conceal his joy and said, "I'll give it a try."
Bao Cheng put away the altar black sword angrily and said: "Damn it, relying on strength to suppress it is useless! Oh, what a bad luck."
At this point, several people understood in their hearts that the ancient ink lotus was an extremely rare treasure after all, and would never be collected so easily. If it were collected with force, even if it was damaged even a little bit, the ancient ink lotus would lose its spirituality and its value would be greatly reduced.
Therefore, professionals are very entangled when collecting Gumolian and do not dare to forcefully collect it.
Master Ling did not delay, and flew directly above Gu Molian, descending little by little, with the talisman light flashing on his body, and soon reached a position that Gu Molian would reject. Everyone watched nervously.
Even though Ling Zhenren was a super master of the fourth-level altar, he was still pushed away by Gu Mo Lian. The power was irresistible to him, because the power was directed at the soul, causing the soul to lose its fluctuations in an instant, and then sent out another wave.
Power pushes away.
Ling Zhenren was not upset and said with a smile: "Very powerful Gu Molian."
Shi Yan Xilong said: "I'm coming!"
At this time, everyone had completely understood that collecting the ancient ink lotus did not rely on strength, but on luck, so Shi Yan Xilong flew down very directly.
Bao Chengyong chuckled and said: "Next!" Seeing Shi Yan Xilong being bounced away, he was overjoyed.
Immediately afterwards, Juehu Miluo and Yan Ruodai also ended in failure, and no one could fall into the center position of Gu Molian.
Juehu Miluo thought he could succeed. He had already landed only five meters away from the center of Gu Molian before he was forcefully pushed away by Gu Molian. Seeing that everyone failed, Bao Chengyong said happily: "Haha, I'll try again.
Once!" He couldn't help but fall down again.
boom!
This time, Gu Molian looked extremely violent and launched a direct attack. Bao Chengyong was knocked away without any resistance and suffered a little damage. The guy screamed in anger.
Feng Xilong sneered and said: "If you try one more time, the chance to refine the altar will be gone!"
Bao Chengyong shouted: "Nonsense!"
Feng Xilong said: "Let everyone speak!"
Shi Yan Xilong said: "I agree."
Master Ling also said: "Yes, I agree."
Juehu Miluo nodded and said nothing. If one could be eliminated, the others would have a chance to practice the altar, so he nodded in agreement. Yan Ruodai sighed and said, "Agree."
Bao Chengyong stole the chicken but lost the rice. Everyone agreed, so he couldn't object. He screamed angrily: "This... is not fucking fair."
Feng Xilong said: "This is fair, you used the opportunity."
Bao Chengyong was so filled with hatred that when he saw Guo Twelve and the others, he pointed at Guo Twelve and said, "Go and try! Since it's fair, they should also have a chance!"
Everyone was stunned. No one thought about Guo Twelve and the others because they were too weak and had no room to speak.
Guo Twelve couldn't help being stunned. He pointed to his nose and asked, "Me?"
Bao Chengyong nodded and said: "Yes, it's you! Since we want to be fair, you should also have a chance, go and try it!"
Guo Twelve asked: "Uncle, can I go and try?"
Juehu Miluo did not dare to make a random decision. He said, "I agree. Do you have any objections?"
Feng Xilong said: "Then try, I guess it's impossible... the Great Sage Master, there should be no hope at all."
Ling Zhenren said: "Then try it, so as not to make Bao Chengyong feel unbalanced."
Guo Twelve flew over Gu Molian without hesitation. He knew that no matter how much defense he used, it would be useless. Even Ling Zhenren, the strongest person here, could not stop Gu Molian's power. His little strength was simply useless.
Everyone thought that Guo Twelve had been beaten away, but they realized something was wrong after a few seconds. The ancient Molian became brighter and brighter, and the light emitted was piercing to the soul. Everyone was shocked to find that Guo Twelve was already sitting in the center of the ancient Molian.
Bao Chengyong screamed: "Wow, damn... how is that possible!"
Feng Xilong was also dumbfounded. He pointed at Gu Molian and said: "He...he actually...went in...how the hell is that possible..."
Juehu Miluo looked at it blankly, then suddenly smiled and said: "Interesting, haha, interesting...hahahaha!" He was overjoyed and said: "I understand, the little guy doesn't have an altar! That's why he got the Ancient Molian.
recognition! Haha!”
Master Ling said: "It has nothing to do with the altar, there should be other reasons."
Bao Chengyong beat his chest and slapped himself hard. As long as Gu Molian was still there, he still had a chance, but when Gu Molian was taken away, he had no chance at all.
Guo Twelve fell into the center of the ancient Molian, and he was also baffled. When he fell, he also felt that his soul was imprisoned, but in his soul, he had one hundred and sixty-seven runes formed by soul scriptures. In his soul,
The moment he was imprisoned, the one hundred and sixty-seven runes suddenly fluctuated violently. At this time, he had fallen into the center of the ancient Molian.
Ancient Molian seemed to be alive, with waves of invisible fluctuations gradually matching the fluctuations of the soul and slowly blending together.
Guo Twelve suddenly understood that it was the fluctuation of the soul sutra that made him successful, and he began to chant the sutra silently without hesitation.
As the soul fluctuated, the demonic liquid underneath the ancient ink lotus gradually merged into the ancient ink lotus. Guo Twelve felt refreshed. What made him most incredible was that he was rapidly advancing from junior great saint master.
After reaching the intermediate level, this was not the end. Two days later, he was promoted to the senior great saint master.
Everyone waited patiently for two days. Bao Chengyong suddenly let out a weird laugh: "Wow...haha, hahaha, hahaha!"
Master Ling frowned slightly. Feng Xilong shouted: "Bao Chengyong, why are you so crazy?"
Bao Chengyong pointed to the bottom of Gu Molian and said with great joy: "Look at the magic liquid...it's gone, haha! Hahaha!"
Everyone's eyes turned to the bottom of the ancient Molian. Sure enough, the magic liquid below had completely disappeared. Bao Chengyong was collectively rejected to cleanse the altar once, so when he saw the magic liquid disappear, he was very happy and thought: "I can't get it.
You won’t get it either.” My mood suddenly became extremely good.
