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Chapter 343 Attack on Huangpao Mountain!
It's just out of line. He Ping'an didn't expect that the last two pages of Huangji Potiangong are not a practice method, but a method of refining nine tripods.

And the last page is the refining method of the nine cauldrons united into one, the Qiankun cauldron.

According to the text description on the last page, after the Jiuding is practiced, it needs to be fused with the national destiny for thousands of years before it can be smelted into the Qiankunding.

The Qiankun Ding, a congenital treasure, contains a small thousand worlds, which can refine the universe, restore it to its original state, and recreate all things.

Moreover, its defensive power is astonishing. If he had this treasure in his hand, He Pingan reckoned that it would be the demon emperor who would make a move. Without a powerful magic weapon, he would never be able to break through the defense of the Qiankun Ding.

This was a surprise. He Ping'an's eyes were shining with golden lights, and he operated the alchemy formula, recording all the mysterious information in his mind.

Compared with this Huangji Breaking Heaven Kungfu, which can only be cultivated to the Human Sovereign Realm, this Qiankun Cauldron is more useful to He Pingan.

Moreover, he also learned a secret technique in it.

Among the nine tripods, the emperor tripod is the most respected, and with the emperor tripod as the guide, the position of the other eight tripods can be sensed.

In other words, as long as the remaining Eight Tripods are not damaged, He Pingan can use the secret method to find what it hides.

In this way, it is no longer an extravagant hope to combine the nine tripods into one and refine the Qiankun tripod.

Just as He Ping'an finished reading it, the golden light on the pages of Huang Ji Po Tian Gong disappeared, and all the innate runes on it disappeared.

"Hey, why did it disappear before the time came?"

Emperor Longqing looked at the dim scroll in surprise, and turned his head to see that the incense sticks on the side had only reached one-fifth of the way.

It stands to reason that He Pingan still has time.

He tried to mobilize his true essence, but on the scroll, the light just lit up, but quickly went out.

"He Pingan, which page did you read just now?"

Emperor Longqing looked at He Pingan suspiciously and asked.

Ever since I got this Huangji Breaking Heaven Art, I have never encountered such a situation.

This tome of Huangji Breaking Heaven Kung Fu is extremely mysterious, although Emperor Longqing can move it, but he can't see how many pages the person who was taught the kung fu has read.

"My humble minister is dull, I haven't even finished the first page"

He Pingan pushed the boat along the way, and said with a disappointed face.

Emperor Longqing had expected this kind of result a long time ago, and said with a smile: "I have already persuaded you just now, you are too stubborn."

He Pingan smiled wryly, shook his head, did not speak, and left the spirit boat with Emperor Longqing.

The car is chaotic, the horse is Xiaoxiao.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and under the command of Lord Zhen Guo, the camp of the Chinese army and the two armies on the left and right, totaling 40 people, surrounded Huangpao Mountain from three directions.

The first to arrive were more than fifty spirit boats floating in the sky.

As the countless spiritual stones on the spirit boat turned into powder, countless spiritual energy poured into the psychic cannon on the spirit boat. Shot from the muzzle.

Each cannonball is equivalent to a full-strength strike of a first-rank cultivator.

And fifty spirit boats are equivalent to fifty first-rank monks working together.

Such a frightening attack, even in the real fairyland, has to stay away.

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty streaks of aura spanned a distance of more than ten miles and blasted towards Huangpao Mountain.

"Whoa."

Seemingly feeling the threat, countless black mist greeted them all around Huangpao Mountain with claws and claws.

"Shh!"

In an instant, the spiritual light blasted the black mist to be riddled with holes, and fell into the black mist.

Immediately afterwards, countless black mist surged crazily, and soon filled up all the gaps above the black mist.

However, after a few breaths, everyone did not wait for the expected explosion.

It seemed that those psychic cannonballs disappeared completely after falling into Huangpao Mountain.

Zhen Guogong's expression remained unchanged. For such a strange situation, in his military career, there were not a hundred, but fifty. He waved his hand, and the voice immediately resounded throughout the audience: "Continue to attack!"

On the Huangpao Mountain, black mist shrouded it, even if he had reached the half-step Martial Saint, he would not be able to see through the mountain.

A hole must be blasted with a psychic cannon before the army can go up the mountain.

"boom!"

"boom"

A series of psychic cannons roared continuously, but all the psychic cannonballs fell into the Huangpao Mountain like mud cows into the sea, and there was no sound.

Half an hour later, Lord Zhen frowned and signaled for all spirit boats to stop bombing.

At this time, he could vaguely feel that with the bombardment of the spiritual cannon, the black mist above the Yellow Robe Mountain not only did not decrease, but became more dense.

This black mist seems to be able to swallow spiritual energy.

Just as the spirit boat stopped bombarding, the black mist around Huangpao Mountain, like countless weird tentacles, quickly protruded to the surroundings.

Then a series of screams were heard.

Lord Zhen Guo's gaze was like a torch. He saw several scouts who had been hiding near Huangpao Mountain to inquire about the situation. In an instant, they were submerged in black mist, and it was too late to rescue them.

As the screams gradually disappeared, there was no movement of those people in the black mist. The black mist struck forward again, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed to the front of the army.

It was the first time for the vanguard army to encounter such a situation. When they were at a loss what to do, a dazzling thunderbolt fell from the sky and blasted on the black mist in front of them.

It was Chongyang Daoist who stepped on the seven-star step, meditated to attract thunder, and made a move.

"hiss"

When the black mist was struck by lightning, it screamed in pain like a living being. However, the black mist that was torn apart by the lightning on the surface was quickly filled by the black mist behind it, and rushed towards the vanguard army again.

"retreat!"

At this moment, I saw Lord Zhen Guo standing in front of the army with a figure like lightning, then his eyes sharpened, he turned his waist and turned his hips, all the true energy poured into the long knife in his hand, and his wrist was raised quickly, so that everyone couldn't see him. With Qing's speed, the knife cut out in an instant.

As a sharp saber light shined in front of everyone's eyes, a saber aura spanning tens of miles, slashed forward frantically with an indomitable momentum.

Even this black mist was extremely tough, and under this knife, the momentum of rushing forward also immediately paused.

"what"

In the black mist, there was a vague sound of astonishment that was neither male nor female, and then the black mist rose sharply, directly drowning the sword of the Duke of Zhen.

The black mist swarmed towards the old Zhen Guogong with all his teeth and claws.

No matter how exquisite the saber movement is, it is difficult to conceal the gap in realm.

"go!"

Only a mysterious voice sounded, but it was Liu Shengyan who was in the camp of the Chinese Army, who came out and immediately teleported Duke Zhen Guo ten miles away.

At this time, the vanguard army had already retreated hundreds of feet, avoiding the crisis for the time being.

Just when everyone thought it was safe, countless branches and vines suddenly emerged from the ground that the vanguard army was stepping on, and entangled towards the vanguard army.

"Sorry"

Tens of thousands of dragon-scaled horses hissed miserably, tripped over branches and vines, stumbled and fell to the ground.

For a while, the vanguard army was in a mess.

Everyone was overwhelmed and didn't know how to deal with it.

At this moment, a figure in Tsing Yi flashed out from the camp of the Chinese army, and quickly fell into the vanguard army.

As he pointed out with his fingers, a ball of flames fell on the ground, and immediately burned blazingly. In an instant, it burned up the nearby branches and vines ten feet away.

"Yes, fire to defeat wood, use fire!"

Immortal Chongyang saw clearly from the mid-air, and with a wave of one hand, an extremely condensed pure Yang fire fell down, and immediately emptied the branches and vines within a hundred feet.

The nearby monks followed suit and sacrificed spiritual fires one after another. There were dots of flames everywhere on the whole land. As the flames burned, all the branches and vines gushing out were wiped out after a quarter of an hour.

And the previous figure in green had already put away the spirit fire, and took out countless pills from his bosom to distribute to heal the injured soldiers.

"It's him!"

Master Chongyang focused his eyes, and the figure in green clothes below reacted quickly and was extremely brave. He thought it was a first-rank monk, but unexpectedly, it was He Pingan, a third-rank martial artist.

This kid should not be underestimated!

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