He couldn't imagine the power of this terrifying treasure.

"Take it."

Like a magic sound.

Wu Rong slowly stretched out his hand and finally touched the blood jade gourd.

This moment.

An unspeakable mysterious feeling emerged in his heart.

It was as if what he touched was not a gourd at all, but the blessings of demons and gods.

The demons defended him, and the ancient gods protected him.

Until the pale ghost hand with thick oval nails was lowered, he completely controlled the entire gourd, and he could faintly feel the mist in the gourd.

It was obvious that the gourd only weighed two ounces, but it seemed as if it weighed hundreds of millions, making Wu Rong's whole body completely straight.

"I still want you to promise me."

"Disciple agrees."

Tu Shanjun looked at Wu Rong and said in a deep voice: "After all, the Calabash Sword Qi cannot be used by a truly powerful person. It must not be used except as a last resort."

"Even if my body collapses in front of you and the avenue is annihilated, don't use it."

"So when should I use it?"

"There is only one kind of moment."

"Help."

"Save your own life,"

"As long as you are alive, there is hope."

Wu Rong nodded firmly: "Disciple understands!"

He knew what the Master meant. As long as he was still alive, the Master could use the evil spirit of the Soul Flag to regroup his body.

In other words, the master is indeed the spirit of the soul flag.

As long as the soul flag remains alive, the main soul will never truly die.

All he has to do is save his own life.

Wu Rong carefully put the gourd into the sea of ​​consciousness and stored it.

Now he is completely relaxed.

There is no more tension as before.

He once again regained his former calm.

He said calmly: "Turn the rudder, cloudy sky, Dongyue King City."

"Here!"

The ghost general guarding outside the cloud chariot bowed and saluted.

The cloud chariot flies around.

Set sail on a completely different route.

…

Passed the test.

Take out the road guide and step onto the Tongtian Bridge.

The Junji Mountains are located at the intersection of three rivers.

Up to Qingtian and down to Zhen Netherworld.

It is Dongyue Mountain.

It is said that Dongyue Mountain was once a section of Mount Tai.

In the mythical age, he was cut off and fell into the netherworld, and this is how Dongyue Mountain came into existence.

Dongyue is still secretly connected with Mount Tai, one of the three mountains.

Relying on Dongyue Mountain to build a city, the city is actually more like a huge ghost kingdom. The king who sits in the royal city is the Dongyue King of this generation.

"So, King Dongyue and Emperor Qing are not the same person?"

The young man on the Nine-Headed Ghost Car looked at the old man sitting cross-legged on the main seat and asked in surprise.

"The name of the king of Dongyue King City is indeed Dongyue King and that one is not the same person, but that one is the first generation Dongyue King after all, so there is no problem in calling the other person Dongyue King respectfully."

The old man slowly opened his eyes and explained to the young man.

The young man didn't care about those ancient legends. He said with joy on his face: "You are always granted the title of Marquis."

"From now on, we, the Sky-horned Demon Clan, can have a place in this underworld."

"It is said that many powerful people have been conferred this time."

"How many."

The old man smiled and nodded, and said with a smile: "They are all old friends. I am not surprised that they can reach this level."

"I heard that the ancestor of the Shura tribe also emerged from seclusion."

"Shura's civil strife has been completely eliminated."

"The current Holy Master has greatly improved in strength and has a good chance. You should also work hard."

"Disciple understands!"
Chapter completed!