Lu Ping and the others only needed to look at the seven rainbows of Primordial Qi to know that Peng Daoren was activating the original foundations of his body. Not only was he activating seven original foundations at one go, but judging from the endless rivers of Primordial Qi, it was obvious that Peng Daoren was also taking advantage of the situation to form original powers. Judging from Peng Daoren's current accumulation of power, Lu Ping and the others had no other idea except that Peng Daoren was going to form forty-nine original powers at one go.
Under Lu Ping's control, Mo Li had pierced Daoist Peng's true-self puppet for the fourth time. Although the true-self puppet had a strong body, it was still on the verge of collapse under Lu Ping's relentless attacks. This time, Mo Li's strike had even cut off three of the puppet's fingers.
Longhuai Ancestor had also broken the three original powers of Jiao Daoren's puppet, but it was unknown whether Longhuai Ancestor had inherited all three original powers. On the other side, the battle was even fiercer. Xiang Laozu had transformed into his true spirit form and was fighting head-on against Taoist Gui's puppet, causing the surrounding space to constantly fold.
"Finish off your opponents as soon as possible. Once he finishes pouring all seven original powers into his body, we will have no way to survive!"
At this time, Longhuai Ancestor no longer cared whether he could inherit one or two original powers from Jiao Daoren's puppet. He only cared about sweeping the nine spiritual tree branches in his hand, making a series of rustling sounds. When Lu Ping glanced over, he found that two more sprouts had grown on the two branches of the spiritual tree. If they grew up, it would probably be another two original powers.
Lu Ping thought to himself, 'When Peng Daoren opened the sky, he was already in the seventh level of the True Spirit Realm. Now that his spirit and body have been separated, his strength has been greatly reduced, and he has to rebuild his body. But even if he completely poured all the seven rivers of Primordial Qi into his body, he would at most recover his cultivation when he opened the sky.
However, Daoist Peng had schemed and schemed for over thirty thousand years, using the Calamity of Mo Luo to repeatedly cause catastrophes in this world, causing countless beings to die in these catastrophes. Could it be that it was only to free his True Spirit from the shackles of this world's source and reconstruct his body, restoring his original cultivation of the seventh True Spirit realm?
As this thought flashed through Lu Ping's mind, the sword technique in his hand became even sharper. Flying Sword Mo Li, which had already surpassed a Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure, had accumulated a large amount of pure energy because of Lu Ping's previous control. As a result, the quality of the flying sword did not reach the same level as the Thousand Pound Rod and the Blood Transforming Needle.
But because of this, Flying Sword Mo Li was not like the other two because its quality and power exceeded the limit, causing the spiritual treasure to be unable to be completely controlled. As a result, Lu Ping might not be like Wise Old Ape or Butterfly Fairy who could instantly explode with powerful spells, but in terms of casting spells and endurance, he was far above the other two.
Previously, Lu Ping had used his sword technique to draw a giant Lotus Flower Sword Formation in the air with the help of the white jade lotus. Then he chased Peng Daoren's real body puppet. One reason was to drive it into the sword formation, and the other was to prepare the sword formation more fully.
In Lu Ping's hands, the Ninth Grade White Jade Lotus Flower was no longer just the Natal Origin Hour Array Diagram. Lu Ping could also combine his swordsmanship and skills to form several huge sword arrays, all of which required the White Feather Lotus Flower Array Diagram to stabilize them.
Originally, for the sake of safety, Lu Ping might need more time to prepare, but at this time, in order to buy time, he had to launch the formation in advance.
The huge sword formation suddenly shrank like a blooming huge lotus suddenly closing its flower, wrapping Lu Ping and Peng Daoren's real body puppet in it at the same time. The difference was that after the sword lotus closed, the real body puppet was strangled in all directions, but because of Lu Ping's presence, the operation, response, and power of the sword formation were greatly improved.
"How dare you!"
Even Peng Daoren, who had entered the final stage of body sculpting and could not separate himself to deal with everyone, could not help but be furious when he saw the scene in front of him. After all, this puppet was Peng Daoren's real body, and it was destroyed in Lu Ping's hands just like that. It would be strange if he did not feel angry.
But at this time, the most Peng Daoren could do was to roar with resentment. Lu Ping turned a deaf ear to it and just focused on controlling the huge sword formation to grind Peng Daoren's real body puppet into pieces. In the end, he put all the ashes into a storage bag so that Peng Daoren could gather the ashes and use them to reconstruct his body.
When Lu Ping converged the sword light that filled the sky, he saw the spirit tree in Longhuai Ancestor's hand throw out dozens of tiny branches into the real body puppet of Jiao Daoren, which was suppressed. Then, Longhuai Ancestor made a few gestures and shouted, "Explode!"
Lu Ping looked up and saw dozens of sprouts on Jiao Daoren's real body puppet. At the same time, there were dozens of green pure wood qi lingering. These sprouts exploded in the wind, and their roots penetrated into the puppet's real body. While growing along the blood vessels, they also absorbed a large amount of essence from the puppet's real body, causing Jiao Daoren's real body puppet to become distorted and grotesque.
Several kinds of essence air currents rose around the real body puppet, trying to suppress and expel these foreign things on its body. But these branches and vines had already penetrated into the flesh and blood of the real body. If it wanted to pull them out, it would bring up a large amount of flesh and blood. If it wanted to suppress it, it found that its essence was all absorbed by these branches and gradually began to disintegrate the real body puppet from the inside.
Jiao Daoren's real body puppet was at a loss for a moment, but Longhuai Ancestor wanted to end the battle quickly. He continuously cast a few spells, and the real body puppet was finally torn apart.
At the same time when Jiao Daoren's real body puppet collapsed, six or seven light balls with different colors flew out of the puppet and flew in different directions of the passage formation.
Lu Ping and Longhuai Ancestor exclaimed almost at the same time because they could clearly see that each of these six or seven light balls was wrapped in a seed of the original magic power.
The two of them made a move to snatch it at the same time. Longhuai Ancestor grabbed three magic power seeds in a row because he was close to the water pavilion. Then, Lu Ping grabbed two magic power seeds that flew in his direction. One of the remaining two was grabbed by Butterfly Fairy who was helping Xiang Laozu, while the other one flew towards Xiao Baiyu who had just woken up after being seriously injured.
However, Longhuai Ancestor and Lu Ping no longer cared about the magic power seeds that flew out. Instead, they focused on the dismembered real body of Jiao Daoren.
As both of them had benefited from Jiao Daoren's real body, if seven magic power seeds burst out from his body, it was hard to say whether there were other magic power seeds hidden in his body.
Although the two of them tried to snatch Longhuai Ancestor's body, they restrained each other and did not start a conflict because of this. At this moment, another deafening boom rang out. The real body puppet of Taoist Gui, which had already been pierced by Butterfly Fairy countless times with the Blood Burning Needles with Xiang Laozu's Blood Burning Needles, became increasingly fragile. Finally, under the continuous attacks of Xiang Laozu's real body, it began to collapse.
Then, Xiang Laozu suddenly raised his hand and cast something in the air. Butterfly Fairy, who was standing not far away from him, suddenly let out a cry of surprise. Her body flashed and she was already hundreds of meters away from Xiang Laozu.
A light blue square pot with a white base appeared in the hole above Laozu's head. The lid of the pot opened by itself, and a stream of power of five elements swirled out of the pot, rolling up the collapsed real body of Taoist Gui's real body into the pot one by one. Then, the lid fell back down by itself. The whole pot swayed slightly, as if someone was making a pot of good tea.
Only a moment later, the pot suddenly tilted slightly, as if an invisible hand had grabbed the handle. A stream of sticky, five-colored liquid dripped down from the spout of the pot and sank directly into Xiang Laozu's head.
"The Cauldron of Creation! Is this the Cauldron of Fortune? "Butterfly Fairy murmured to herself, looking at the square pot floating above Xiang Laozu's head.
Lu Ping and Longhuai Ancestor had already divided up Jiao Daoren's real body before it turned into ashes. Seeing Laozu cast out the square pot and stored Taoist Gui's real body in it, Longhuai Ancestor also exclaimed in amazement, "The Cauldron of Fortune! The Cauldron of Fortune!"
This was also the first time for Lu Ping to see this Cauldron of Fortune, but as a top alchemist in this world, he had long recognized it after being influenced by the legends about this Cauldron of Fortune.
"Good! Good! Good! Good! Good! Good! Good! Good! The Cauldron of Fortune! Do you think you can do anything to me just because you've left something behind? Thirty thousand years ago, I was able to become the final victor in this passageway formation, and today, I can also achieve my wish. The six of you were no match for me when you were alive, so do you think that the descendants you left behind will be able to compete with me after you died? "
The colorful streams of power began to pour into Peng Daoren's body, which was condensed from the starry sky power of living beings. As the seeds of power were successfully condensed in Peng Daoren's body, Peng Daoren's new body grew stronger and stronger. Seeing that his enemies, who had been transformed into puppets by Peng Daoren, had actually left something behind to deal with him, Peng Daoren couldn't help but laugh in anger.
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