Chapter 970
Words:1003Update:22/07/09 03:47:00
"Ah, bastard!" Ghost Immortal screamed in horror.
But his arms were instantly sucked into the gourd.
"Roar!" The weak Ghost Immortal fled in horror.
But the suction force of the Hong Meng Gourd was too strong. Ghost Immortal struggled to escape, but he couldn't escape from the Hong Meng Gourd.
Take! Take! Take!
"Ah!"
Finally, Ghost Immortal couldn't hold on any longer. He screamed and was forcibly sucked into the Hong Meng Gourd.
"Bang!" Meng San Sheng closed the Hong Meng Gourd.
Countless cultivators in the surroundings were at a loss. At this moment, even though there were millions of cultivators around, they were still silent.
Immortal? That's an Immortal!
Was he sucked into the Hong Meng Gourd?
In the distance, Yao Tian Shang looked at the Hong Meng Gourd with more enthusiasm. This was a fanaticism!
Immortal? Even an Immortal could be sucked in? Could it be that after injuring the opponent and making them unable to resist, it could be taken at will?
Meng San Sheng grabbed the Hong Meng Gourd and shook it gently as if he was refining Ghost Immortal.
Not far away, Ninth Rat's eyes were wide open. He looked at Meng San Sheng's current state with a blank expression.
Wings on his back? Refining an Immortal? How strong is Meng San Sheng?
Three times, still three times. Meng San Sheng gently opened the gourd. Suddenly, more Hong Meng Purple Qi than before appeared and was sucked into Meng San Sheng's stomach.
Was the Immortal already refined?
Countless cultivators in all directions were horrified.
Meng San Sheng was too terrifying!
Feng Yinyang was slightly worried, but Yan Chuan's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.
Because Yan Chuan was more far-sighted. The stronger Meng San Sheng was, the more desperate Grave Ghost Flame would be. It would lay a stronger foundation for Feng Yinyang to obtain the other half of Ghost Valley's inheritance.
In the distance, Meng San Sheng stood high in the sky again, looking down with a pair of giant purple wings.
"Grave Ghost Flame, give me the Reincarnation Pool!" Meng San Sheng said coldly.
At this moment, Meng San Sheng was the only one in the whole place. It seemed that no one could stop him.
Below, above the Reincarnation Pool.
The Ghost Flame shook his head, "Meng San Sheng, you should know that in order to refine the Reincarnation Pool, I reversed the flow of my lifespan. My lifespan and the Reincarnation Pool are one. Giving you the Reincarnation Pool is the same as giving you my life. Do you think it's possible?"
"Hmph, I'm already here today. Even if you're an Immortal, I'll still refine it. The Grandmist Violet Qi refined by an Immortal will allow me to reach my peak state. You can't stop me!" Meng San Sheng shouted.
At this moment, the ghost fire in the grave suddenly aged once more. Its originally silver-white hair had now turned white. A large amount of hair fell out, and his body became thinner. More and more wrinkles appeared, and even a few of his teeth suddenly fell out.
The Grave Ghost Flame said in a hoarse voice, "Human Immortal, you can stop it. Let's see how a Xuan Immortal can stop it!"
"Rumble!"
The entire Reincarnation Pool was like boiling water. In an instant, there was an uproar. It had to be known that when the Ghost Immortal appeared, it was merely a ripple. Now, the entire pool was boiling.
A towering aura was emitted from the Reincarnation Pool.
As soon as the powerful aura was released, countless cultivators in the surroundings were suppressed to the point that they curled up on the ground. Just this suppression alone was enough to make countless cultivators unable to bear it.
A pair of huge black dragon horns slowly emerged from the Reincarnation Pool. As soon as the dragon horns appeared, the surroundings were immediately filled with black Qi. The dragon horns continued to rise, and gradually, a huge dragon head slowly emerged from the Reincarnation Pool.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
