The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 242: Does ability match ambition?

咕咚
The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard everywhere around Shenlong Island.

Everyone stared blankly at the ancient mysterious tripod above the nine heavens, and at the dragon inside that looked like a loach, their hearts were filled with awe.

"That was a divine dragon! It was forty or fifty feet long. Its appearance caused the sea to surge with wind, clouds, lightning and thunder. How could it be captured just like that?"

The Tianchi killers only felt their legs trembling violently. If they had not supported each other and believed in their own immortal master, they would have kowtowed and kneeled down in worship.

Xu Fu standing by was not much better.

His hands and feet were numb, and the fire dragons that were wrapped around his body were retracted. Looking at the ancient tripod in the sky, he remembered the fear that he had once felt when he was dominated by the headache chime.

"Magic weapon! What a powerful magic weapon!"

He knew clearly in his heart that the power of the ancient tripod was not much less than that of the headache chime.

The headache chime was used against him, and just one sound almost took his life, just like the ancient tripod was used against the dragon at this moment.

"There is also a snake and a bird in the cauldron. They are even bigger than the dragon. They are probably ancient mythical beasts."

He lowered his head in awe. He didn't want to take the lead, but when he thought of the task assigned by the Immortal Lord, he became overwhelmed.

If the dragon was really captured by an unknown entity, not only would he fail to complete his mission, but he would also bring shame to the Pingshan Holy Land.

If he were to face this unknown existence and not even dare to report the name of the holy land, then the punishment would be so severe that he would probably die several times.

"Forget it, even if you die, you can't lose face for the Holy Land."

He sighed, a look of fearlessness in the face of death emerged, and he transformed himself into a fire-refined Vajra Dharmakaya.

It has a square mouth and a wide nose, is several feet tall, steps on a fire dragon, and is covered in flames.

A flash of fire appeared, and Xu Fu appeared in mid-air.

He made the Aquarius Seal with his hands, and the Flame Dragon circled behind him. He bowed to the ancient tripod and said loudly:
"Under the seat of Hongyuan Wanmiao Daoyi Zhenjun, I am Xu Fu, the Fire Refining Vajra of Pingshan Holy Land. I am honored to meet you, Senior."

At the same time, a divine light flashed and turned into Xiong Ba.

He also transformed into a Vajra Dharmakaya, holding an illusory incense-burning tripod, and stood side by side with Xu Fu, also speaking loudly:

"Under the seat of Hongyuan Wanmiao Daoyi Zhenjun, I am the God-Transformed King Kong Xiongba of Pingshan Holy Land. I am honored to meet you, Senior."

The two men's voices were loud and resonant in the air, humble yet not flattering.

At this moment, there was complete silence in heaven and on earth, and even the air seemed to have become heavy.

On the Shenlong Island, Nie Feng and other masters were staring at the tripod in the sky, looking at each other, and ready for a battle.

At this tense moment, a sacred figure appeared above the Nine Heavens Ancient Cauldron.

He has double pupils in his eyes, holds a treasure vase of the Great Dao in his hands, and wears a divine robe in the shape of an infinite vase. Behind his head, purple, green and golden light surround him, and countless phantoms chant scriptures and worship him non-stop.

As soon as it appears, a strange fragrance wafts around, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The grand and ethereal "Hongyuan Sutra", accompanied by thousands of fragrances, stunned everyone.

"Immortal Lord?"

Xu Fu and Xiong Ba were stunned, surprise flashed on their faces, and they fell to their knees with a thud.

On Shenlong Island, Nie Feng and the Tianchi killer also knelt down.

Seeing this, others who had never seen Wu Gong's appearance followed suit.

Wu Gong stood on the Fulong Ding, looked around below, looked at Xu Fu and Xiong Ba in front of him, and said with satisfaction:

"Not bad, neither humble nor overbearing, and did not lose the holy ground."

Upon hearing this, the two of them immediately broke out in cold sweat and kowtowed slowly, saying, "Immortal Venerable, please be merciful. We are so grateful for being taught the supreme immortal method. We dare not let you down."

"Very good."

Wu Gong nodded, and the Kunlun Mirror emerged from the depths of the mysterious light. A flash of light swept everyone away into the void. At the original location of the Tianxiahui, stood a very tall and huge Temple of the God of War.

The main hall is about fifty to sixty feet high, with a majestic architectural style. On the two gates, there is a statue of a earth-guarding Vajra wearing golden armor and holding a shield on each side. They are Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai.

The main hall was extremely empty. Apart from the martial arts manuals placed in the four corners, there were only a number of meditation cushions.

In the center of the cushion is a half-meter-high stone platform, above which is suspended a broken Vajra Atlas.

On the album, there is a depiction of a young man with long flying hair and a heroic look.

The young man opened his hands, and the four attributes of heaven and earth energy of earth, fire, wind and water surrounded his body.

Above the head, there is a void passage, and a corner of the treasure palace can be vaguely seen in the deepest part.

Below the catalog, there is a line of small words: The First Vajra - Duanlang.

At this moment, the Temple of War God was empty except for Bu Jingyun, who was in charge of guarding the holy land.

In the entire Fengyun world, except for those who left with Wu Gong, only Xiongba, Xu Fu, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun cultivated the Vajra Dharmakaya.

These four people have all drunk the Enlightenment Tea and their status is comparable.

Xiongba attained the Divine Transformation Vajra, Xu Fu attained the Fire Refining Vajra, Nie Feng attained the Wind Swift Vajra, and Bu Jingyun attained the Thunder Tribulation Vajra.

At this moment, on the cushion near the broken atlas in the hall, Bu Jingyun was surrounded by thick clouds and bright purple lightning was running.

He stared at Duan Lang in the Broken Atlas, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"The No. 1 Vajra? Duan Lang, what merits and abilities do you have? Just because you are lucky enough to become the sword slave of the headmaster, you can ascend to heaven in one step?"

"How am I, Bu Jingyun, weaker than you? If you can cultivate to become Thunder Tribulation Vajra, I can do the same, and I will definitely surpass you."

With a stern face, he took a deep look at the atlas and began to practice the alien divine thunder recorded in the Vajra Dharma.

"Great and Mighty Diamond Thunder! Duan Lang, as long as I cultivate a different kind of divine thunder, I will definitely challenge you when I ascend to the upper realm one day."

Relying on the enterprising spirit in his heart, Bu Jingyun forced himself to practice high-level thunder magic despite having no resources.

He made hand gestures and chanted incantations, practicing non-stop. Then golden lightning quickly appeared in the thunderclouds, emitting tremendous power.

After a few breaths, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. The golden lightning crackled and emitted dense electric flashes, which blew the surrounding cushions into pieces.

"Oh no, is the Great Mighty Vajra Thunder so difficult to cultivate? I can't control it anymore."

A drop of sweat slid down, and looking at the thunder exploding around him, Bu Jingyun didn't care about anything else and hurriedly tried his best to control the golden thunder.

However, the opposite happened. The golden lightning in the thundercloud tangled and coiled, forming a thunder drum, which made a deafening sound.

Boom!
A deafening drumbeat sounded, and strong winds and lightning swept through the Temple of War God.

Bu Jingyun was caught in the thunderclouds and lightning. The lightning bolts lost control and hit him, exploding into bursts of blood.

"Ah, I don't accept it. I must cultivate the Great Power of Vajra Thunder. I must surpass Duan Lang."

Bu Jingyun transformed into a Vajra Dharmakaya, veins bulging on his forehead, and he tried desperately to control the uncontrolled lightning.

He was so focused that he didn't notice that when the thundercloud exploded, a hole opened up in the Temple of War God and a group of people walked out.

"High-level thunder technique? Bu Jingyun? That's quite courageous."

Wu Gong walked out of the void and looked at the scene in the Temple of War God with a raised brow.

Then he waved his hand and a divine light flashed, obscuring the figures of everyone. He did not say a word, but just watched Bu Jingyun's performance with great interest.

"The Crying God of Death? Want to surpass Duan Lang? Oh, you are quite ambitious."

"Work hard. As long as your ability matches your ambition, I don't mind giving you a chance."

(End of this chapter)