The Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron landed in front of him, motionless. A majestic aura emanated from the cauldron. The flowers, trees, fishes, insects, birds, beasts, mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the five lakes and four seas were all vivid and lifelike. Looking at it, Xuanyuan's heart surged. This Emperor's Possession was indeed extraordinary.
Xuanyuan was very excited. He could feel the uniqueness of the Dragon Cauldron. He quickly grabbed one of the legs of the Dragon Cauldron with one hand, and lifted the cauldron, which had three holes in the ground. For Xuanyuan, lifting the cauldron was as easy as lifting a feather. He lifted it above his head with one hand.
The Fighting Dragon Saint's eyes lit up when he saw this. Even a First Revolution Celestial might not be able to lift it up, but Tyrannosaurus could. One could imagine how terrifying this Barbaric Combat Body was. Once Tyrannosaurus grew up, he might not be weaker than the Fighting Dragon Saint. When Tyrannosaurus went to the Heaven's Secrets to make a divination, someone had revealed that there was more than one peerless Heaven's Favorites. It must be Tyrannosaurus.
Then, Tyrannosaurus actually lifted the Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron and smashed it on the ground. With a boom, soil and rocks flew everywhere. The ground shook violently for a few miles. The Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron was naturally unscathed. Seeing this, Tyrannosaurus laughed with satisfaction.
"Good cauldron. It won't break!"
This Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron was carved from a stone that even Xuanyuan couldn't tell what it was. The Black Tortoise Saint had probably suffered greatly because of this Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron. Xuanyuan would never let it go!
The Fighting Dragon Saint's mouth twitched when he saw this. Many elders from Sengoku would probably go crazy if they saw this. If this Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron was in their hands, they would wipe it clean and worship it every day. But Tyrannosaurus treated it like this! However, he could understand that Violent Dragon was a barbarian, and it was his nature. Since he couldn't smash it, he just let it be. The 'Fighting Dragon Saint' couldn't help laughing.
"You little barbarian, this is an Emperor's Possession, and it contains supreme dao techniques. It is used to comprehend, not used as a weapon to smash!"
"I don't care. I think it's very convenient to use it as a weapon. Master, how about it? I'm strong, right?" Xuanyuan laughed proudly.
"Yes, yes, yes. You are strong. The Violent Dragon is the strongest!" The Fighting Dragon Saint Son was very patient with Xuanyuan. He had to act like a teacher in front of his child. If he knew that Tyrannical Dragon was Xuanyuan, he would probably vomit blood out of anger.
"Master, heal your wounds. I'll go smash a few fierce beasts to nourish you. Father said that you big powers don't eat meat, but I think that men should eat meat. Only by eating meat can they grow stronger." Xuanyuan grabbed the Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron and ran excitedly.
The Fighting Dragon Saint Son didn't seem to care. He had left a trace of his aura on the Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron. No matter where Tyrannical Dragon went, he would be able to find him immediately. Moreover, he wasn't too wary of Tyrannical Dragon!
The Fighting Dragon Saint Son closed his eyes and immediately began to heal. If Tyrannical Dragon left his sensing range, he would attack immediately.
As expected, everything went as the Fighting Dragon Saint Son expected. A miserable howl came from the old forest. Then, smoke rose from the chimneys. After midnight, Tyrannical Dragon had roasted a whole tiger and sent it to the Fighting Dragon Saint Son. Tyrannical Dragon tore it apart and ate it at the same time. His whole body was greasy and he looked like a barbarian!
Although this food was not essential to the Fighting Dragon Saint Son, since it was made by Tyrannical Dragon, he naturally ate it.
This continued for three days. The Fighting Dragon Saint Son would eat the food that Xuanyuan brought him every day. He even praised Xuanyuan's cooking skills.
"Haha, you are too evil. Do you want the Fighting Dragon Saint Son to squat in the toilet for a hundred years? You are too evil! "The Greedy Old Man's evil laughter came from Xuanyuan's mind.
"Are you sure that your Spirit Immortal Croton has the miraculous effect of making people have diarrhea for a hundred years?" Xuanyuan asked in his mind.
"Hmm, if it is the Fighting Dragon Saint Son, it should be able to make him have diarrhea for a year," the Greedy Old Man said with certainty, "It should be about time. The effect of the medicine should take effect soon!"
Xuanyuan nodded and said:
"To be cruel to one's enemy is not to kill them with one strike. It is to torture them all the time!"
Xuanyuan sat on the ground and threw the Heaven Battling Dragon Cauldron aside like it was trash. He looked at the Fighting Dragon Saint Son, who had recovered a lot from his injuries, and asked innocently:
"Master, why can't I fly even after reaching the realm of emperor fighter? I want to fly. Can you teach me how to fly?"
"Sometimes I see big birds in the sky and want to shoot them down, but they can't fly. I can only miss them." Xuanyuan looked very depressed. He pretended to be pitiful, making it hard for others to refuse.
"Hmm? Maybe it's because you are practicing the mystiques of your barbarian race. Fine, I will teach you a flying mystique. Let's see if you can understand it. Practice it well! " The Fighting Dragon Saint Son smiled gently and pointed between Xuanyuan's eyebrows. A flying mystique immediately appeared in Xuanyuan's mind.
This flying mystique was called the Celestial Light Escape Technique. It was extremely fast, and it was quite difficult to practice!
Xuanyuan closed his eyes and used the mystique. He grabbed the Heaven Battling Dragon Cauldron. A faint celestial light spread out from Xuanyuan's body. Xuanyuan's whole body floated in the air, swaying. It seemed that the Heaven Battling Dragon Cauldron was too heavy, and he couldn't keep it in balance!
A trace of surprise flashed in the Fighting Dragon Saint Son's eyes. He was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect the Violent Dragon to have such a good aptitude!
"Master, I'm really flying! I'm really flying!" Xuanyuan shouted excitedly. He waved the Heaven Battling Dragon Cauldron in his hand and let out a terrifying whistling sound. After swaying for a long time, it finally stabilized!
"Yes, the Violent Dragon's aptitude is really good. He can fly so quickly." The Fighting Dragon Saint Son smiled. He was getting more and more satisfied with the Violent Dragon. Even he couldn't learn the Celestial Light Escape Technique in such a short time.
"Master, I'm a little scared. Will I fall?" Xuanyuan was not used to it. He felt very awkward and uncomfortable!
"Don't be afraid. I'm watching you. Just fly as much as you want!" The Fighting Dragon Saint Son had a peaceful look on his face. He was like a good master who saw his disciple's growth and showed a gratified smile.
Xuanyuan plucked up his courage and flew into the air. He shouted,
He shouted, "Master, I want to fly higher and farther. Are you watching me?"
"I'm watching you. You're flying very well!" The Saint of the Fighting Dragon watched as Xuanyuan flew extremely fast. Faintly, he turned into an immortal light and seemed to be moving freely. He wanted to continue healing. The battle with the Saint of the Black Tortoise had caused him serious injuries. It would take at least half a month to recover.
"Master, you have to keep an eye on me. I don't want to fall. I want to fly higher, higher …" Xuanyuan shouted excitedly and flew into the distance while laughing.
"Don't worry, the Violent Dragon is very smart!" The Fighting Dragon Saint Son smiled happily.
"Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?" Xuanyuan smiled sinisterly and cursed the Saint of the Fighting Dragon. If he hadn't left with the Saint of the Fighting Dragon, and if the Saint of the Fighting Dragon had died, it would have been easy for people to think that the Tyrannosaurus was Xuanyuan's Body of All Creations. Everyone knew the methods of this body.
This time, Xuanyuan really wanted to fly away.
"Ah … Master, save me!" Suddenly, Xuanyuan screamed. The Saint of the Fighting Dragon, who had just sat down to continue healing, was shocked. He looked at the sky in the distance.
He saw a black-clothed assassin from Samsara grab the Violent Dragon and disappear into the void. He was too fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Even the aura he had placed on the Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron was erased!
The Fighting Dragon Saint Son was furious. The Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron was still in the hands of the Violent Dragon. He could only blame himself for being too careless. If the Heaven-Battling Dragon Cauldron was lost in the city, it would be hard for him to explain himself when he returned to Sengoku.
The 'Fighting Dragon Saint' was enraged. Immortal light shot up from the back of his head, making him look like a celestial spirit. Just as he was about to rush out, a gurgling sound was heard. With a 'puff' sound, a fart exploded. It was incomparably stinky. Countless trees withered from the stench. The 'Fighting Dragon Saint's' face was pale and gradually turned black. He felt a great pain in his stomach and his legs trembled. He quickly found a cave and squatted down to finish it on the spot.
The Fighting Dragon Saint Son was in a sorry state. Even he had the urge to vomit blood. He was in an extremely bad mood.
At this level, even the impurities in one's body could be removed. There was no need to do it.
However, he had only eaten for a few days. How did this happen? The Fighting Dragon Saint Son was very smart. He suddenly thought, This must be the case.
The people from Samsara had their eyes on the Violent Dragon for a long time. They secretly poisoned him while he was cooking. Violent Dragon couldn't have found out. Who would do this? Sakyamuni, it must be Sakyamuni!
Poof, another fart was heard. The Fighting Dragon Saint Son's face darkened. He roared angrily.
"Sakyamuni, I'm not done with you!"
The Fighting Dragon Saint Son's angry and shrill roar echoed in the forest. It was very horrifying.
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