"How could this be?"
The Wushang Village Chief's eyes went wide at this sight. He had put all his strength into this attack, and he had never imagined that it would be blocked by a small cauldron.
On the other side, the Evil Emperor was even more shocked than Chief Wushang.
"Ritual … tool!"
Unlike the Chief Wushang, who had been confined to Wushang Village for so long, the Evil Emperor had a vast breadth of vision and experience. But it was precisely for this reason that the Evil Emperor was even more shocked.
He had recognized the two objects that had flown out of Bagushidu's body.
These were two true ritual tools!
In the martial arts world, there were countless treasured sabers and swords. There were also countless other treasures with special abilities, such as the 'Iron Cloak' that Wang Chong had obtained, the 'Iron Box' that could recognize men in black, and the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner that had appeared on the battlefield of Talas. These were all ritual tools, and the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner was even more astonishing.
But in the entire world, including sects, there were very few things that could be called ritual tools.
These ritual tools were forged from the most unique materials and were incredibly tough. Moreover, they were powerful treasures that possessed special laws. Unlike ordinary treasures, these ritual tools could fuse with a martial artist's body. Not only could they increase a martial artist's strength, they could also take the place of a martial artist to block external attacks.
But what truly attracted the Demonic Emperor Old Man's attention were the dark red veins on the surface of the ritual artifact. These veins covered the surface of the cauldron. These were not decorations, but the blood that flowed from Bagushidu's body into the cauldron.
A ritual tool was tied to a martial artist's life, and each martial artist could only have one ritual tool in their lifetime. It could not be abandoned or taken away. Only by dying of old age or in battle could one sever their connection to the ritual tool. In this situation, the martial artist's remaining life energy, including their memories, would be sucked into the ritual tool, and then the ritual tool would search for its next master.
The most special thing about magic tools was that they contained extremely powerful energy. Generations of inheritance made the energy more and more vigorous, so much so that even if an ordinary person obtained a magic tool, they could instantly become an expert of the generation.
The forging of a magical artifact required the continuous efforts of every generation. It was precisely for this reason that it was extremely rare in the world of sects.
The Demonic Emperor Old Man had not expected to see such a rare object on a Hu expert.
"Earthblood Cauldron!"
At this moment, the person who was the most shocked was none other than Jili Laozu, who was far away.
Unlike the Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang, Bagushidu was far too mysterious a figure in the northeast. Although Jili Laozu had long ago heard that Bagushidu had a powerful weapon, not even he had expected it to be a ritual tool.
Moreover, it was a powerful ritual tool of the Eastern Turkic Khaganate that had been lost for more than two hundred years, the Earthblood Cauldron!
The dark red inscriptions on the two cauldrons and the mysterious ancient Turkic characters on the cauldrons were the best indication that they were Earthblood Cauldrons.
The Han of the northeast and the Eastern Turkic Khaganate all understood a little Turkic, and the ancient Turkic characters on the cauldrons were extremely solemn earth prayers.
As long as he had these Earthblood Cauldrons, it would be impossible for them to sneak up on Bagushidu.
In an instant, everyone's expressions turned extremely ugly.
Wang Chong's heart sank to the bottom of a lake.
"Heh, King of Foreign Lands, I truly can't let down my guard around you."
Bagushidu suddenly spoke.
Ignoring Wang Chong's master, the Evil Emperor, and the white-haired Chief Of Wushang, Bagushidu's narrow and sharp eyes smirked at Wang Chong.
The attacks of the Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang were secondary, as they could never break through his ritual tool. What had almost caused Bagushidu to fail was Wang Chong's Psychic Energy attack.
At that moment, even the Earthblood Cauldrons in his body had been affected. If the Earthblood Cauldrons had appeared just half a beat too late, Wang Chong's group might really have succeeded.
Bagushidu had never expected that the least threatening would actually be the most threatening.
"King of Foreign Lands, forgive me for asking, but when did you notify them?"
Bagushidu directed his last question at Wang Chong. In other words, Wang Chong had been the one to command and plan the operation just now.
Wang Chong said nothing, but his heart sank.
Their greatest mistake had been underestimating Bagushidu. This Eastern Turkic King was far more frightening than they had imagined.
"The winner takes all. Since I've lost, I have nothing to say. Whatever you want to do with it, do as you please! "
Wang Chong calmly said as he slowly closed his eyes. Bagushidu was simply too powerful. In this situation, no one present was a match for him.
"Heh, relax. You are the King of Foreign Lands of the Tang Dynasty, the War God of the new generation feared by both the western and eastern worlds. Some people even say that your grasp of the art of war has already surpassed that of So Jung-son of one hundred years ago. This king has always respected this sort of person and has never been so crude. After all, this king has a request of you. "
Bagushidu spoke cheerfully. Even though Wang Chong and the Evil Emperor had almost succeeded in scheming against him, he did not seem angry at all.
Wang Chong did not care about Bagushidu's' nonsense '. If he really had such good intentions, he would not have attacked him. What he truly cared about were Bagushidu's final words.
"Bagushidu, if you want to kill me or torture me, do as you please! What other tricks do you want to play!"
Wang Chong opened his eyes and stared at Bagushidu.
"Heh, relax. You'll understand in a little while."
Bagushidu faintly smiled as he grabbed Wang Chong and rose into the air. Like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, he flew up to the stone bridge.
"Demonic Emperor, this king is not always so patient. If you continue to follow, don't blame this king for being merciless. I'll first kill the King of Foreign Lands, and then kill you. In any case, this king will still get the Origin Immortal Art in the end."
The Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang were just about to pursue when they heard Bagushidu's voice in the mist, causing them to stiffen and stop.
… …
Wang Chong had never expected that the operation for the Origin Immortal Art would end up like this.
He had dodged the Dragonbeasts and the Stellar-Piercing Beetles, defeated the Nightmare Beast and Darkshadow Spider, and escaped the pursuit of the men in black and the walking corpses. But in the end, at the place closest to the Origin Immortal Treasury, Wang Chong had lost to Bagushidu, who was like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it.
This person's strength had completely surpassed his imagination. Although he had kept a low profile and kept a low profile, Wang Chong could sense that his strength had already surpassed the four of them. And if he also had the ritual tools of the Eastern Turkic Khaganate, none of them would be a match for him.
The only thing this person was afraid of was the four of them, as well as the third generation Walking Corpse's joint attack.
"Did Ozmish Khagan send you?"
Wang Chong suddenly asked. In the face of danger, he had actually calmed down.
"Heh, he can't order me around."
Bagushidu faintly smiled.
"Oh?"
Wang Chong's eyebrows rose in surprise at these words.
"Ozmish only offered a condition that I couldn't refuse."
Bagushidu indifferently said, a hint of pride on his face.
Wang Chong was surprised.
His life was in someone else's hands, but Wang Chong was indifferent. But the only thing that surprised him was that the rumors were a little different from the truth.
He had learned from Jili Laozu that Bagushidu had an extraordinary status in the Eastern Turkic Khaganate, but he hadn't expected him to ignore the Khagan's orders like this!
It seemed like Bagushidu's status in the Eastern Turkic Khaganate was even higher than he had imagined.
"What condition?"
Wang Chong couldn't help but ask.
Bagushidu said nothing, only glanced at Wang Chong in surprise. A normal person would have turned pale in the face of a life and death crisis, sweating profusely, even begging for mercy.
But Wang Chong's calmness was somewhat unexpected. He was even concerned about his deal with Ozmish Khagan.
"Heh, this isn't some secret that can't be revealed. Before you die, this king will fulfill your wish. If there's anything you want to know, this king can tell you. "
To his surprise, Wang Chong had expected Bagushidu to refuse, but he had actually agreed.
But Wang Chong quickly understood, and his heart sank. The more 'generous' Bagushidu was, the more it was clear that he would not let him go.
"In truth, Ozmish didn't say much. He only told this king that if we can kill you in this operation, he will make the Mount Sun Sect of the Eastern Turks the state religion, and I will become the state teacher of the Eastern Turks!"
With a few simple words, Bagushidu explained the deal he had made with the Eastern Turkic Khagan Ozmish.
As he spoke, he held Wang Chong hostage as he stepped onto the stone bridge and continued forward. Black Stellar Energy surged through Wang Chong's body, and even if Wang Chong wanted to stop, he couldn't.
Tap! Tap! Footsteps echoed across the stone bridge as the two figures flickered in and out of sight in the green mist.
As Wang Chong stepped onto the stone bridge, he felt a chill run down his spine. As he looked around, he saw that the two sides of the bridge were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. Other than the lamps that lit up every five steps, there was no other defensive mechanism. If he fell from here, he would almost certainly die.
Moreover, Wang Chong sensed that even though the passage they had come from was sixteen thousand meters deep, this abyss was even more terrifying.
"This place is probably tens of thousands of meters deep!"
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