The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 200: Refining the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon (asking for monthly tickets)

Wu Gong doesn't know how to create an incarnation.

This is a high-end operation. Even in the Nine Heavens Taoist Scriptures, there is no method for it, only some simple records.

However, for the top bosses, this great magical power is used very frequently.

The incarnation outside the body is a complete life. Although it is mainly based on the original body, it has its own unique thinking and can practice and become stronger on its own.

The final achievement of a high-end incarnation will not be much behind that of the original body.

Wu Gong had previously obtained a stone spirit jade embryo in the Worm Valley of Zhalong Mountain in the tomb-robbing world.

That jade fetus was a human-shaped holy fetus formed from stone essence and jade marrow after countless years of nurturing by the dragon energy of the earth veins. If it could be born, it would have a rare talent in the world and could cultivate extremely quickly.

However, due to the end of the tomb-robbing world, the jade fetus was only half grown and was in a semi-withered state.

Today, the jade fetus is placed deep in the ritual hall, and is being nurtured again with the innate spiritual fluid.

This thing is an excellent spiritual object for practicing external incarnation, but its level is a bit low and it is congenitally underdeveloped, so it is estimated that it will be difficult to keep up with one's own progress.

And the gestation period is very long, which is another big problem.

Wu Gong planned that when he had the chance to go to the world of Zhutian, he would put it in the Huaxian Pool of Kunlun Mountain and cultivate a stone holy spirit to play with.

Anyway, there is no consideration of becoming an incarnation.

After such a long time, by the time Shi Shengling becomes enlightened, Wu Gong would probably be able to stand on equal terms with the Immortal Emperor or even beings above the Dao of Sacrifice.

A stone holy spirit will be so shabby that it will be difficult to even pull a cart.

However, it is still okay to play the development game. This kind of fulfilling thing is meaningful.

But it’s too early to think about these things now.

The moon rose and turned into a sword of wisdom, cutting off his complicated thoughts. Then Wu Gong opened up space and came to the Netherworld Palace.

As soon as I stepped out of the Kunlun Mirror, I heard the voices of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon and the Snake God.

"Little loach, stop struggling and accept your fate. You can't escape."

The snake god Jingjian Ahan was nailed to the Xuanyin corpse osmanthus by the large formation formed by the innate talismans.

His cold vertical pupils looked at the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon, which was trapped on the ground like a long worm by the Xuantian chains but kept struggling, and he sneered.

All the might of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon was suppressed, and a burst of sparks flew out of its nose. It angrily said, "Cowardly worm, if I hadn't been trapped in the Heavenly Dao, I would have swallowed you in one gulp."

Jingjian Ahan spat out a pitch-black snake tongue and said, "If my original body were still alive, you little loach wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between my teeth."

"Bah, I am immortal, I hold the power of fire, I have the blessing of heaven, my status is not inferior to yours."

"Hush, a ground-bound spirit that has been imprisoned for its entire life is worthy of being compared to me?"

"Chang Chong, you are just a reincarnation of memory. You have even lost your origin. You are much more miserable than me."

"Hiss, I control the way of reality and illusion. I am immortal and will return one day."

"Bah, wait until the world is destroyed, I will destroy it with heavenly fire, and I will be able to escape just the same."

"Hiss, I don't know if you can escape, but your nemesis has arrived."

As Jingjian Ahan spoke, he turned and looked towards the gate of the Netherworld Palace.

There, a tall figure stood, looking at the two of them with a strange expression.

The Eight Desolate Fire Dragon was startled and squirmed like a loach, looking at the person who came.

When it saw Wu Gong, its eyes started to turn red and it roared, "You monk, let me go quickly, or the sky will burn you to ashes."

When Jing Jian Ahan heard that the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon was so bold, he immediately put on an expression of wanting to watch the fun and spit out his snake tongue.

"Hiss, this old dragon is worthy of being the one who holds the power over fire. He has a very bad temper. Hehe, he will suffer in a while."

Wu Gong stepped forward, and as he walked, he drew on the power of the Yuanhe Wuji Mountain and condensed it into a long whip.

Snapped.
As the whip fell, the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon shook all over, its skin and flesh were torn apart, and large amounts of fiery red dragon blood exploded.

"Who are you going to burn to ashes? Just you? The defeated one?"

Roar.
The Eight Desolate Fire Dragon screamed and shouted, "If you have the guts, let me go. When I summon my true self to the world, I will definitely devour you."

"You talk too much and make a lot of noise."

Listening to the piercing roar of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon, Wu Gong shook his long whip, which turned into a magic spear and pierced straight into the dragon's mouth.
The magic spear directly pierced through the dragon's upper and lower jaws, causing the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon to roll on the ground in pain.

It looked like it wanted to eat someone, struggling desperately and making low roars.

"The roar will swallow you, swallow you."

"Don't worry, you won't have this chance."

Wu Gong stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and a cyan-gold treasure vase appeared.

The vase had a goose neck and a round belly, and its cyan-gold body was dotted with countless shining points of light that looked like stars, reflecting the stars in the sky.

It exudes an aura that can absorb everything and refine it for its own use.

When Jingjian Ahan saw the Dao Treasure Bottle, his eyes narrowed and he thought to himself, "Hiss, a companion cave heaven magic weapon. If it hadn't been for this, I wouldn't have fallen."

As He spoke, He seemed to remember something again, "Shh, there is also the precious mirror that can anchor time and space, and the innate talisman. He must be from the Kunlun Ancient Realm, there is no doubt about it."

On the side, the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon's pupils shrank immediately when he saw the Dao Treasure Bottle.

It sensed a terrifying devouring and decomposing ability on it, as well as a strong desire coming from the Aquarius to swallow itself up.

"Father Wu, what is this? Don't come over here."

"Did you feel it?"

Wu Gong smiled, holding the Dao Treasure Bottle in his hand and stepped forward, "My Companion Cave Heaven wants to swallow your innate fire essence to complete myself."

"Roar, how dare you! I am the fire of the world, I have the power to destroy the world, don't mess around."

Seeing that Wu Gong didn't seem to be joking, the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon began to feel afraid.

These are the only two fears it has experienced since the beginning of the world.

The first time was in ancient times, when its master, Emperor Tian█, died inexplicably.

At that time, it was frightened, and it withdrew its clones back to its original body and hid in the Heavenly Dao.

For countless years, it thought that feeling would never appear again, but it didn't expect to be captured just by responding to a call.

Bound by these chains, it couldn't even disperse its body and return to its original state.

Those chains continuously emitted various divine lights, disrupting the divine power in its body.

Later, after entering this pitch-black place, even the way of heaven could not be sensed.

In addition, now there is a person who wants to swallow his magic weapon, and the fear in the heart of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon is gradually growing.

"What? Even the world-destroying fire dragon is afraid?"

Wu Gong looked at the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon squirming backwards and teased with a smile.

At the same time, the Dao Vase in his hand turned over, and at the mouth of the bottle, rays of divine light that resembled immortals lit up.

"Don't be afraid, I will refine you quickly and it won't be painful."

As Wu Gong spoke, the spiritual light of the Dao Treasure Bottle increased greatly, and dense divine light flew out and condensed into pieces of pure white feathers.

The transformation into a fairy is magnificent and beautiful, carrying the true meaning of becoming a fairy, and it looks extremely gorgeous.

However, this beautiful thing is the most deadly blade when it hits the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon.

Its flesh and blood principles began to disappear as the immortal light of immortality passed by, and merged into the world.

"Ah, no"

The Eight Desolate Fire Dragon howled in fear, and its scales melted away at the mere contact.

"Oh my power of fire, you are a thief, a thief"

"Too noisy, let me melt your mouth first."

Wu Gong remained indifferent, and the Dao Aquarius turned the dragon's mouth towards the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon.

Soon, its upper and lower jaws and tongue disappeared, and it could no longer make any sound.

Wisps of fire principles, along with the transformation of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon, began to fill into the cave world.

(End of this chapter)