Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

"Fellow Taoist does have some magical powers, but the light of a grain of rice can still shine with brilliance. If fellow Taoist only has this ability, then I won't be polite to you in the underworld!"

Tang Song clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the Lord Taishan in front of him calmly, and said jokingly!

Lord Taishan's majestic face turned pitch black, his body was even trembling slightly due to extreme anger, and traces of spiritual light transformed from the ghostly energy came out from his body,

"Kill my mount and dare to humiliate me in person... If I don't kill you today, I will no longer have the face to rule Netherworld!"

Tang Song shook his head, a trace of helplessness flashed across his handsome face: "You are so unreasonable!
When you come out to hang out, according to the rules on the road, if you want to steal the treasure from me, you must be prepared for Ma Zai to be killed and your territory to be robbed!

You can only rob others, but others cannot rob you. How can there be such a good thing in this world! "

With a sigh, Tang Song said faintly: "Even when I was on the streets and took away other people's territory, I had to be prepared for others to fight back! Well, of course, I usually make preparations in advance before I take over the territory. Investigate, you won’t come back alive to seek revenge on me!”

Tang and Song Dynasty suggested to Lord Taishan: "I think your strength is pretty good. Why don't you come under my command to avoid being beaten to death by me later! You know I won't leave an enemy to come back to avenge me!"

When Boss Tang said this, he habitually took out a cigar and lit it, puffing away at the smoke. Matching it with his immortal Taoist robe, it looked weird.

"It's too much!" Looking at Tang and Song who were puffing away the clouds and fog, the Lord of Taishan Mansion roared angrily. He held his hand in the air, and there was a square black tripod in his hand. He moved towards the tripod. Shoot, countless black mists immediately poured out from the mouth of the tripod, turning into billowing yellow spring water, spinning rapidly toward the Tang and Song Dynasties.

"This cauldron of yours is not bad, it's a good thing!" Tang and Song were used to seeing the divine forms of innate treasures in the Root Imprint, and Tang and Song were very picky. To be able to be praised by him as a good thing shows that Taishan Fujun's Sifang Ding A rare treasure indeed.

"My cauldron is naturally a good thing. You will die in this cauldron later!"

Taishan Prefecture Lord sneered, and used all his strength to sacrifice the Sifang Ding in his hand. Countless Huangquan True Waters flowed out, rumbled together into a long river, and swept away towards the Tang and Song Dynasties.

He spent hundreds of thousands of years of hard work to find the true water of Huangquan in the Junding of Taishan Prefecture, find the source of the Huangquan, and forcibly opened a tributary.
This large tributary river was sacrificed and refined into the essence of sunflower water, which could be sent and received as desired, and a best magic weapon could be refined.

Huangquan is the largest river in the Netherworld. The water in this river is weak water transformed by Yin Qi. Anything that falls into it will sink to the bottom, even if it is as light as a goose feather.

Once a soul falls into this river, unless a ghost mission uses a specific magical weapon to retrieve these souls, they can only sink in the underworld forever.

Although what Taishan Fujun intercepted was only a tributary of the Yellow Spring, it still had the water volume of a large river in the world. Moreover, after being in the Divine Prison for hundreds of thousands of years, he had mixed the souls of many unlucky gods into it. Therefore, the water in this cauldron has great power. It's huge, and it specializes in swallowing people's souls.

Even the accomplished immortals would not dare to fall into this water easily, otherwise they would end up dead!

And this underworld water has another characteristic, forbidden air!

Even if you are successful in cultivation, you cannot fly over the underworld's underworld as long as you haven't become a true immortal. This is just because there is a strange suction in the underworld that can pull the souls of all living creatures above into the river.

That suction force is said to be the resentment of those souls that have sunk into the river and will never be able to escape. This resentment forms a strange magical power that pulls people into the water.

Ordinary underworld water has such magical power, not to mention the true underworld water, the essence of sunflower water, which Taishan Prefecture spent hundreds of thousands of years refining.

Even if all the true immortals fall into it, they will end up with no bones left. This is the confidence of Lord Taishan.

Seeing the dark wave getting closer and closer to him, Tang Song could even see clearly the whirlpools in the water. Thousands of black lights shot out from the whirlpools, transforming into countless evil ghosts and strange demons.

These demons and evil spirits walked on the waves, each with fierce eyes as if they were ready to swallow Tang and Song Dynasties into their belly at any time.

Tang Song stood there, holding the cigar in his mouth. Seeing that the wave was about to reach his head, he blew out a puff of smoke, and black clouds rolled above his head, revealing a large black flag.

The flag was fluttering, and a big man stepped down with a black dragon on his feet and two green snakes wrapped around his arms.
"Yellow Spring True Water, I haven't seen this thing for a long time!"

When Gonggong saw the billowing black water, he raised his big halberd and roared with excitement!

Seeing that the wave was under his head, Gonggong opened his palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, grabbed it with his big hand, and shouted: "Take it!"

I saw the rolling black water being pinched by Gonggong with great magic power, like a winding black dragon, constantly flying towards his hand.

The closer it got to Gonggong's palm, the more the river water became solidified and shrunk. By the time it reached Gonggong's hand, the river water had shrunk into a half-foot-long water snake. He held it by seven inches and played with it in his palm.

"The water is good water, but these messy ghosts have been added to it, which has polluted the water!" Gonggong shook the water snake transformed from Huangquan True Water, and streaks of black air were instantly shaken out of the water snake's mouth.

As the black air spreads out
The pitch-black water snake also turned from black to yellow, turning into a yellow snake that coiled around Gonggong's wrist.

Seeing this scene, Lord Taishan was shocked and wanted to put the essence of sunflower water back into the cauldron. But as Gonggong pinched the seven inches of the water snake, his connection with the essence of sunflower water disappeared instantly. Been cut off.

Lord Taishan was stunned, even a little panicked. He didn't understand why the big man in front of him could take away the magic weapon that he had worked hard to refine for hundreds of thousands of years with just one move. Is the gap in their strength really so big, or is it in his hand? He holds some kind of rare treasure that can steal people's magic.

Thinking of this, Lord Taishan, who was about to sacrifice the Sifang Ding, hesitated, fearing that the tripod would be taken away again.

The slight hesitation caused Taishan Fujun to pause for a moment, although it was only for about a ten thousandth of a second.

But for some people, a ten thousandth of a second of hesitation in battle is enough to be fatal!

In this short, almost non-existent moment, a red figure teleported to his side. Dijiang's fleshy wings flapped, and his two sharp claws made a sharp sound as they clawed at Taishan Mansion Lord's heart.

Like Gonggong, Zhu Rong, who was also holding a big halberd, jumped behind Mr. Taishan Mansion, picked up the big halberd and hit him on the back of the head.

The flaming euphorbia Liumei True Fire burned blazingly, and the blazing high temperature burned the air without oxygen. Before the blade of the flaming euphorbia reached the head of Taishan Fujun, the Liumei True Fire on the body of the halberd had already Set the Pingtian crown on his head on fire.

"Damn it! How dare you!"

Feeling the crisis of life and death, Lord Taishan roared angrily and took out the Sifang Ding in his hand. A clear light hung down and covered him tightly.

An extremely flexible repulsive force rolled out in all directions. Di Jiang's sharp claws and Zhu Rong's halberd were touched by the clear light and bounced back almost at the same time.

Lord Taishan shook his body and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even though the Sifang Ding was a rare treasure born from the heaven and earth, it was jointly attacked by the two incarnations of Emperor Jiang and Zhu Rong of the Tang and Song Dynasties, but the Lord of Taishan Prefecture could not withstand the impact of such tyrannical power.

"Good baby, this aura, it seems I didn't miss it. This is indeed an innate spiritual treasure! Although it is not as good as those innate things in the big world, it is still a rare treasure. In terms of appearance, it is not inferior. To a single Infinity Stone!.”

Tang Song's eyes were almost shining when he looked at the Sifang Ding. The last time he had such eyes was when he was looking at the space gem.

As Tang and Song thought, the black clouds rolled overhead and ten figures appeared. In the black clouds, the incarnations of these ancestral witches laughed loudly:
"Didn't that kid just say that innate spiritual treasures are for the virtuous? I think we have profound virtues!"

"This treasure is destined for me! It should fall into our hands!"

"How can you imitate those bald donkeys? Don't talk nonsense, just go up and kill him, and then grab the things."

The ten incarnations of the ancestral witches were very manic and excited. As their cultivation level increased in the Tang and Song Dynasties, there was a faint tendency for these great incarnations to become more ancestral, and even their personalities were close to those of the real twelve ancestral witches.

Xuanming, Shebishi, Lingshou, Jumang, Houtu, Zhujiuyin, Liangqiang, Tianwu, and Huangzi, all the incarnations of the ancestral witches, roared in vain, changed their true bodies, and rushed towards the Lord of Taishan Prefecture.
The incarnations of the twelve demon gods looked like a group of bandits, roaring and roaring, and the Lord Taishan surrounded them.

Xuan Yan took the lead, roared fiercely, and the bone spurs on his body burst out, spinning like a top. Dijiang's six claws exploded, and the two of them worked together, hitting the clear light barrier around Taishan Mansion Lord with ripples.

Taishan Fujun can be said to be the most powerful innate god in this world. The Sifang Ding in his hand is his companion treasure. You must know that even in the world of Jambu, only a handful of companion treasures can be born. The innate gods and demons.

Of course, the innate origin of this world is naturally incomparable with the world of Jamfu. This also makes Taishan Fujun, the innate god in charge of the underworld, even if he has a companion spiritual treasure, he can only achieve the golden fairy fruit by virtue of his status as the lord of the underworld. Bit.

It is precisely because he has possessed unparalleled strength since his birth, which also leads to the fact that this Lord of Taishan Mansion has no decent combat experience at all.

Under the combined efforts of the incarnations of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his little fighting experience was completely vulnerable. Often, he would only react when the fists and claws of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were close to his body. In this case, he could only rely on With the Sifang Ding, an innate artifact, it passively withstood the constant bombardment of the twelve ancestral witches.

In the blink of an eye, Lord Taishan received thousands of punches, thousands of halberds, and tens of thousands of claws. Each of these attacks was heavier than the last. Even because the twelve ancestral witches were so fast, these attacks were almost too fast. Like it happened at the same time.

There was a loud noise, and the void with a radius of more than a hundred miles shattered because it could not withstand this wave of attacks.

Under the wave of attacks, Lord Taishan was sent flying hundreds of miles away. When Lord Taishan regained his balance, he was in a state of embarrassment.

Not only was the flat crown and hair on his head burned, but the imperial crown was also blasted to pieces. The poor and dignified real owner of the Nether World was as destitute as a beggar on the street, without any dignity at all.

"You, you -" Lord Taishan stretched out his finger and pointed at the Twelve Ancestral Witches with a trembling look. Tang and Song Dynasties were worried that he would be angry to death!
But at this time, Tang and Song Dynasty also realized that although the incarnation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches could hurt the Lord of Taishan Mansion, it was not that simple to kill him with the help of this Sifang Cauldron Spiritual Treasure.

Lord Taishan glanced at the twelve ancestral witch incarnations and Tang Song fiercely, then turned to leave.

"Fellow Taoist, stay!"

Tang and Song stretched out their hands to hold him back, and a black and white Tai Chi diagram flew out of Tang Song's hands. In an instant, it reached the top of Taishan Mansion Lord's head. The black and white Tai Chi diagram rotated, hanging down the yin and yang air currents, and instantly fixed it in place.

"I remember I told my Taoist friends that I will never leave any trouble! Unfortunately, I originally wanted to have a friendly discussion with my Taoist friends, but nothing happened." Tang Song took a deep look at the Sifang Ding above the head of Taishan Prefecture. He made no secret of his coveting.

"You want to kill me! I have the Underworld Cauldron to protect me, can you kill me?" Lord Taishan glared at Tang Song fiercely.

"So my baby's name is Mingding, what a good name! As for whether I can kill you, fellow Taoist, let's see!"

Tang and Song pointed with their hands, and the incarnations of the twelve ancestral witches nodded one after another, and the twelve Dutian Pluto flags were waved behind them. As Tang and Song kneaded the seals and murmured incantations,
A moment later, a large puff of black energy emerged from the body of the twelve ancestral witches, and the whole body was wrapped in it. Then the black energy rushed up to the sky, and the twelve black energy circled and exchanged in the air, and entered the Tang and Song Dynasties Tianling!
The nine-turn mystical skill that had been practiced to the fifth stage in the Tang and Song Dynasties, with the blessing of twelve incarnations, directly broke through two levels in a row!
His seemingly thin body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a nearly three-meter-long man with muscles all over his body. Tang Song stretched out his hand, his fingers spread wide, and there was a faint gathering of chaotic lightning in the palm of his hand.

"Fellow Taoist, do you think my divine thunder can break through the defense of this underworld cauldron!"

Lord Taishan watched the changes in Tang and Song and felt a chilling danger. He subconsciously wanted to beg for mercy, but Tang and Song ignored him and pressed him down with a palm.

The ball of Dutianshen thunder in the palm of his hand exploded, and the clear light supported by the Mingding cauldron on Taishan Mansion's body shattered with a click, and then the cauldron was shot thousands of miles away by an unknown force.

After the thunder subsided, I looked at the Taishan Mansion Lord again. He stood frozen on the spot. After a moment, his whole person was like cracked porcelain, with countless fine lines cracked from the center of his eyebrows. A gust of wind blew by, and his whole person turned into a The green smoke dissipated in the wind.

"Every soul is destroyed. It seems that I still underestimated the power of this divine thunder! What a pity!" Black smoke flew out from behind Tang Song, revealing the incarnation of the twelve ancestral witches, and Tang Song's body slowly recovered. As it was, he looked at the dissipating blue smoke and sighed quietly. (End of chapter)