Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 997

2021-07-18

Chapter 997 No winner

Fang Dou sent Wu Shanyun away, and his eyes returned to the big iron pot on the battlefield middle.

"Even if you want to give favors, why waste so much Pure Yang Pill?"

Remnant Soul was a little dissatisfied, although only one pocket, it was enough for him to consume for a few days.

"Boy Fang, listen to my advice. Others won't believe it. If you want to bet, you might as well look at me." Cultivation is not going to be a climate.”

Fang Dou has no time to explain for the time being, this is a matter of his own mind, so he has to deal with it for the time being.

"Senior, look, the fighting skills below are also very interesting!"

Remnant Soul took a look and was not interested, "If you are willing to let me eat 100,000 Pure Yang Pill, I can show you a better one!"

Fang Dou rolled his eyes, 100,000 pieces, thanks to you being kind enough to speak, I could become an immortal by eating it myself.

In the five-color Divine Land space, even if watered by divine water, the number of spirit rice produced every day is less than 1,000, and the speed cannot keep up with consumption. If you want to accumulate 100,000, I am afraid It's a long way off.

"Well, the public has no disease shocking and stunning, but unfortunately he has not become a pure yang. Where is the pure yang from the Taoist side?"

Fang Dou not only guessed.

At the same time, in a small valley, Chen Chongxu's eyes were tightly closed, under the lids, the two eye sockets were empty, and the eyeballs were missing.

In fact, his eyes had already flown to the basin where the soldiers were entrenched, and were staring at the big iron pot.

This big iron pot is the one he used to cook the noodles in the mountains. Before leaving, he obtained permission from the Yueming daoist and brought it with him.

He inquired along the way, and the Imperial Court, the orthodox and the freshmen, were fighting and killing each other.

I originally wanted to go to Shishuiguan to help the Taoists come forward, strangling soldiers and various schools of daoists.

didn't expect , one step slower, the passing water pass is empty.

Chen Chongxu hurry up and hurry, passing this valley, suddenly on a whim.

Taoism is in trouble!

Chen Chongxu cast Divine Ability, a pair of naked eyes turned into clouds of smoke and flew to the high altitude of the battlefield, only to see Fengchen daoist bleeding, Meishan Gong barely survived, and was about to face the fierce attack of the soldiers .

"Oops, it's always late!"

Chen Chongxu was very remorseful. He went down the mountain for the first time and was confused by the red dust.

He came from a wealthy family and spent many years in the mountains.

didn't expect this delay, that is, the daoist died, and the overall situation is about to collapse.

Although the famous religion and Taoism do not deal with it, Chen Chongxu also knows that Duke Meishan cannot die.

The Imperial Court coalition forces on the battlefield, as well as the Imperial Court soldiers at Shishuiguan in the rear, only recognized his call.

Once the Duke of Meishan dies, there is no need to fight this battle, and the military family will be declared victorious.

So, Chen Chongxu made a decisive move, took off the big iron pot he was carrying, and threw the brush out.

The big iron pot beyond a thousand li instantly turned upside down on the battlefield, trapping all members of the military family, including hundreds of thousands of troops.

The Duke of Meishan, along with the Imperial Court coalition, was moved out of the pot.

Chen Chongxu discovered that this big iron pot is the most powerful magic weapon.

It was obvious that the Master was heartbroken for him when he thought that this thing was a gift from Yueming daoist.

In the big iron pot, there is a mighty force, resisting the waves of Gong Wushui's attacks.

Chen Chongxu was afraid, when he first came out of the mountain, he was full of ambition, thinking that he could kill the enemy chief and help the Taoist school to destroy the enemy.

In the current fight, it seems that Gong Wushang's realm power is above him.

If there is no big iron pot, Chen Chongxu is not an opponent at all, and I am more and more grateful for the gift of my teacher.

"If you want to break my iron pot, I'll just boil you to death!"

Chen Chongxu knows that if you keep it for a long time, you will lose it. will eventually break.

It is better to strike first and kill the public without disease.

Therefore, he took out two objects from his body again, namely the folding sticks for starting the fire, and the bamboo tube for blowing the wind.

"That's it!"

Two magic weapons flew out one after another, spanning a long distance and landing near the big iron pot.

Drinking fire with fire zhezi, blowing the bamboo tube, instantly burns the boundless sea of fire, covering the big iron pot all around.

The big iron pot began to turn from black to red, and the surrounding air was hot and twisted.

In the big iron pot, the air suddenly heated up, and the soldiers were sweating like rain, and they worked extremely hard.

Gong Wushang immediately understood the enemy's expectations, and said angrily, "The enemy is really vicious if you want to burn us to death!"

Since ancient times, water and fire are ruthless, and there are also water and fire attacks in the military. The number of ways to know the horror of its lethality.

No, you must not sit still!

Gong Wushui shouting loudly, "All the battle flags are gathered on the flag of the main soldier."

"Remember, this is a moment of life and death, and you must not let it go!"

Jun Xingba and the others were dizzy and dizzy from being boiled, so the latter one was shivered, "As you bid!"

shua~ shua~ shua~!

The battle formations began to stabilize, the battle flags were raised, and lifelike and vivid constellations emerged.

These constellations, like milk swallows returning to their nests, are thrown into the flag of the army one by one.

The flag of the main soldier was lit in red, a star of Dou Da appeared, and the sound of fighting forward with great momentum faintly sounded.

"This is my soldier's sacred relic!"

Gong Wushang muttered to himself, his arms clasped tightly against the flag of the main soldier, his muscles were prominent, obviously exhausted All out.

"The Soldier Lord is coming to the world!"

shouting loudly, a meteor falling from the sky, the body of the meteor, is the flag of the Soldier Lord who left.

At this time, the big iron pot was like a stove, and the iron armor on many soldiers began to melt, sticking to their flesh and making a zi zi sound.

Many of the soldiers' skins were burned, but they still held on through gritted teeth.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Three uniform shouts of killing sounded one after another , Hundreds of thousands of troops imposing manner highly condensed, condensed into a stream into the main flag of the army.

The flag of the main soldier flew away, centering on the big iron pot.

Time seemed to slow down, and everyone watched the process and saw the red light sink into the big iron pot with their own eyes.

In the past, Gong Wushang attacked again and again, the red light smashed into pieces, only the big iron pan shook a few times, and most of the power was transmitted into the underground air.

But this time is different.

All the red light is drilled into the iron pot.

Wow!

The sound was like ripping cloth, but a million times louder.

In the blink of an eye, a vigorous white light burrowed into the interior.

Immediately afterwards, the cool breeze poured into the depths of the large iron pot along the gap.

"Win!"

The soldiers who had suffered from the high temperature, felt the cool wind blowing on their faces, their mouths and noses that had been suffocated, and took a deep breath again.

Some tough guys raised their knives and guns and began to cut the solidified lumps of iron juice from the flesh.

"Let's go, go!"

As far as everyone can see, the large-mouthed iron pot quickly flew into the sky, constantly shrinking, and instantly turned into a black spot on the horizon .

"The patriarch is mighty, repelling the attack of the Taoist Chunyang daoist!"

Jun Xingba simply admired it and brought many members of the military family to kneel.

Gong Wushang looked into the distance. He knew that only one magic weapon was broken, and the opponent was not damaged. Next, he had to fight fiercely.

In the small valley, Chen Chong held up a big iron pot, a hole the size of a fist, through which the sky could be seen.

"What a pity!"

(end of this chapter)