The North Region is dotted with the five largest source mines in the entire East Wilderness. These source mines are occupied by various top forces, and some bandits have also emerged from them.

Among these bandits, there are thirteen who are extremely powerful, also known as the Thirteen Great Bandits.

In addition to Jiang Yi and Tu Tian, ​​the Green Dragon King of the demon clan is also one of the big bandits.

“Have you seen the pottery jar in Tu Tian’s hand? That’s an ultimate weapon! This is also the fundamental reason why he can be ranked among the thirteen great bandits. With this ultimate weapon, almost no one can kill him. With the ultimate weapon on his body, he is impossible to be defeated.”

“What is an extreme weapon? Is it so powerful?”

“Only weapons refined by ancient emperors can be called ultimate weapons. If their true power can be unleashed, it is simply unimaginable. Those holy places and ancient families should also have ultimate weapons. After all, they are all passed down from ancient times and have given birth to emperors.”

“Regarding Tutian’s pottery jar, there is a record that it was about a great emperor in the ancient times. When his life was about to end and he was about to die, he used his primordial spirit as fire, his unparalleled flesh and blood as clay, and the legendary infinite divine materials to burn his own body into a pottery jar, thus leaving behind an ultimate weapon for his descendants.”

“It’s a pity that the pottery jar lacks the lid and is not complete, otherwise he could have roamed the Eastern Wasteland with just this jar. But even if it’s only half, as long as he has enough divine power to support him, it will be impossible for anyone present to take him down!”

……

Everyone’s eyes began to focus on the gray pottery jar in Tu Tian’s hand, and they started talking about it.

“Treasure, a real treasure! If I can get it and combine the two into one, I will be really rich!” Duan De stared at the pottery jar with shining eyes.

“Master, is that jar really as mysterious as they say?” Ye Fan looked at Wu Fang and asked.

“This pottery jar is called the Sky-Swallowing Demon Jar, and it is the flesh and blood of a great emperor.” Wu Fang smiled indifferently. This was the flesh and blood that the ruthless emperor shed in his first life.

buzzing-

At this moment, the purple clouds in the distant sky suddenly surged, and a terrifying aura that made people’s hearts palpitate and flowed out from top to bottom, covering the whole sky.

“Is the Bronze Immortal Palace about to come out?”

“It appears once every three thousand years, and the records of the Immortal Palace are still in ancient books. No matter if I can get the chance this time, as long as I can see it with my own eyes, I will have no regrets.”

Almost at the same time, everyone’s eyes were focused on the purple clouds above. From the three or two chariots of the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Jiang Family, and the Ji Family, a figure flashed out and stood at the forefront of each force, standing with their hands behind their backs, all of them exuding the aura of a superior.

“Look, something is falling!” Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, ripples were seen in the purple clouds, and then several balls of light emerged and slowly fell.

“Corpses! These… these are wax corpses from the ancient times!” The light dissipated, and when everyone could see clearly what was in the light, some monks screamed and their faces turned extremely pale.

These corpses were all sealed with a layer of waxy grease, and their entire bodies looked like they were covered in a cocoon, making them look very evil.

“These corpses…”

As the corpses fell to the ground, Saint Lord Yaoguang, Patriarch Jiang, King Qingjiao, Tu Tian and other powerful men each sent out a wisp of spiritual consciousness to investigate, trying to find clues from them to confirm their identities.

“Ashura Ring! This corpse is Bei Fengming!” Finally, Saint Lord Yaoguang confirmed the identity of one of the corpses. It was precisely because of the confirmation that a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

At this time, the Holy Lord of Yao Chi seemed to have noticed something. He raised his hand and waved over a wax corpse to peel off the grease, immediately revealing a lifelike human body.

This was a woman, as beautiful as a flower, who seemed to be in deep sleep, extremely vivid. However, in just a moment, the rosy-faced woman shrank, and then her flesh and blood withered, turning into a skeleton, and the bones shattered, leaving nothing behind.

“Master——” Suddenly, Saint Lord Yaoguang let out a wail, and looked at the dissipated ashes, his eyes bloodshot.

“Bei Fengming and the former Saint Lord of Yao Chi, weren’t they the ones who entered the Bronze Immortal Palace before? Why did they all turn into wax corpses!”

“It turns out that they did not become immortals, but died! How did they die? Could it be that this Bronze Immortal Palace has no chance at all!”

“Are we all wrong? The Bronze Immortal Palace is a killing machine!”

……

As the bodies were identified one by one, even Saint Lord Yaoguang, Peacock King and other powerful people changed their expressions.

In terms of strength, these wax corpses were all extremely powerful men in their past lives, but in the end they still became their current miserable appearance.

“May I ask the heavens if there are immortals?”

At this moment, the head of the Jiang family exclaimed. In front of him was a snow-white skeleton. Unlike other corpses that disappeared in an instant after the fat was peeled off, this corpse only had the flesh turned into ashes, but the skeleton was still there.

What was shocking was that there were eight dried blood words printed on the skull of the skeleton.

May I ask God, are there immortals?
These eight bloody words, black, red and blurry, have an indescribable charm, as if they have condensed all the energy and spirit of this strong man and were imprinted here, giving people an extremely special feeling, as if conveying a certain emotion.

“When this person died, he must have been full of regrets and unwillingness.” Ji Ziyue bit her lip and murmured softly, with a smile in her beautiful eyes.
“What is an immortal? It’s above the emperor realm. These little fellows are too ambitious. They have only taken half a step on the road of cultivation, but they already want to reach the immortal realm.” Wu Fang shook his head and sighed.

“Ancestor, how much do you know about this Bronze Fairy Palace? How far have you come on the road of cultivation? How far are you from reaching the fairyland?” Hearing Wu Fang’s words, Duan De actually put away his cynical look and looked serious, as if he was solving the confusion in his heart.

Wu Fang did not answer Duan De’s question, but said: “Throughout the history, there have been many who have become great emperors, but how many of them have been able to reach the fairyland? The road of cultivation is long, and those who want to become immortals must find that unique path. Your path requires nine reincarnations, and only when you return to the beginning can you enter the fairyland.”

Hearing this, Duan De stared and thought for a moment, then bowed deeply to Wu Fang: “I will teach you.”

“Evil Taoist priest, do you have a split personality?” Ye Fan stared at Duan De, whose temperament had changed drastically, as if he had become a different person, and said in amazement.

“Believe it or not, I’ll tear your mouth apart!” Duan De glared at Ye Fan fiercely, and returned to his previous cynical attitude of playing with the world.

Rumble-

In the vast purple clouds, when no more bodies fell, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared. (End of this chapter)