Invincible Bloodline

The black-robed Emaciated Old Man stared fixedly at the Soul Catcher Gourd. His eyes, which were constantly flickering with the sun, moon, and stars, were filled with blazing light and the power of the Laws. He could actually feel a weak power of the Laws from the purple gourd. Although the power of the Laws disappeared in a flash, he was one hundred percent sure that he wasn't wrong!    

That purple gourd was definitely a supreme treasure. At the very least, it was a quasi law supreme treasure. It might even be a true supreme treasure of laws. Thinking about how he was about to control a supreme treasure of laws, the black-robed old man's heart raced. The little deer crazily crashed into him, as if it would jump out of his chest at any time.    

As long as he had the purple gourd, Top Quasi Emperor and even the Quasi-Emperor At Peak would be able to fight him.    

As for Yang Fann who had his back to him, he had already ignored him. How much strength could a junior with a bone age of less than a hundred years have? He was the Great Elder of the Nine Yin Sect, a mighty Invincible King. If this young man obediently handed over the supreme treasure, perhaps he would be able to leave a complete corpse behind. Otherwise, he would definitely regret coming to this world.    

"Rumble. . . "    

An icy cold killing intent flashed within his eyes, and as for sparing his life. . . What kind of joke was this? He was just joking. The principle of an innocent man having a treasure would lead to his crime was something that even the three-year-old Kids knew. Not to mention an old monster like him, who was about to slaughter his way out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, was a supreme treasure of Quasi-Laws. It was even a supreme treasure of Law, and it wasn't something that Invincible King could protect. Once this news spread, even those Quasi-Emperor Supreme Elders of the Nine Yin Sect wouldn't let him go. Unless he could give up his greed and give the supreme treasure to the Sect!!    

. . .    

"It's true that any Tom, Dick, and Harry would dare to have designs on me. . . " Yang Fann, whose back was facing the old man, had a strange smile on his face.    

At this moment. . . . . .    

"Junior! Do you want to die? Hurry up and give me that treasured gourd!!" The black-robed old man's expression instantly turned cold. His voice was filled with a hint of impatience. There was still a trace of uneasiness in his heart the day he did not obtain the treasure gourd. The fact that he was able to find the secret door and this stone palace. . . It wasn't impossible for others.    

"What's wrong? You want this gourd?" Yang Fann waved the Soul Catching Gourd in his hand and smiled playfully.    

"Quick! Junior, quickly give me the treasure Gourd. I will keep my word and I will not harm you. . . " The black-robed old man's breathing became heavier. His eyes lit up as he threw himself at Yang Fann. His speed was ten times faster than the speed of sound. At this moment, it was as if the gravitational force of a million times had been weakened by more than one level.    

In a split second!    

Yang Fann suddenly turned around and looked at the black-robed old man with a playful expression. "Are you sure?"    

"Of course, junior, quick. . . " Before he could finish his sentence, the old man felt as if he had been struck by the heavenly lightning. He was stunned on the spot, and the burning desire in his eyes faded away, replaced by endless fear.    

That face. . . That face. . . Yes. . . Yes. . . Yes. . .    

"Drip! Drip! Drip! . . .    

Bean-sized beads of sweat fell from his forehead like raindrops. Even his heart seemed to have suddenly stopped. I. . . I actually. . . I set my sights on that monster. It's over. . . It's over. . . This time, it's really over. . .    

The next moment. . .    

"Bang!!"    

The black-robed old man's entire heart was filled with endless fear. His legs could no longer stand, and like a pile of mud, he collapsed onto the ground.    

His entire head was like garlic as it smashed towards the limestone floor. His mouth was even wailing in pain. "Sir, please spare my life! Sir, please spare my life! This old man didn't do it on purpose. Just treat this old man like a fart and let him go! . . . "    

As for resistance? What kind of joke was this? Even the number one power in Southern Land, the Divine Water Palace, was completely annihilated by him. With his old arms and legs, resistance was simply courting death! This monster could probably crush him thousands of times with just a finger!    

"What? You don't want it anymore?" Yang Fann waved the Soul Catcher in his hand.    

"No. . . I don't dare, I don't dare. . . " The old man shook his head like a rattle drum. If I knew it was you, I would have known it was you. Even if I had thousands of guts, I wouldn't dare to take any notice of that gourd.    

"I can lend it to you to test the power of the Soul Catcher Gourd!!!" Yang Fann's eyes flashed. He slowly pulled out the cork of the Soul Catcher Gourd and pointed it at the old man in black.    

"Argh! No, my lord, spare me, spare me! An extremely ominous sense of danger enveloped the black-robed old man's heart, as if the grim reaper of hell was waving at him again.    

"Withdraw!!"    

Yang Fann's Strength Of Soul moved and said coldly.    

In an instant, a terrifying suction force erupted from the Soul Catcher.    

"Ah, no. . . . . . " "I want. . . " Before he could finish his sentence, an illusionary figure appeared from the black-robed old man's body. In an instant, it was sucked into the Soul Catcher. It was the black-robed old man's Soul.    

"Mm, not bad!!"    

Yang Fann slowly stuffed the cork into the gourd and nodded his head in satisfaction. Just now, he had only used a wisp of Strength Of Soul to easily grab a Soul from Invincible King. If the Strength Of Soul was unleashed at full force, perhaps even Lower Emperors wouldn't be able to withstand it. Furthermore, this was only the initial stage of the ritual. Once it was fully refined. . . * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

. . .    

Three breaths later.    

The black-robed old man's Soul was completely destroyed, turning into the most primitive of spiritual energy that was absorbed by the Soul Catcher Gourd, nourishing its origin.    

Soul Catcher Gourd Not only did it have the ability to absorb Strength Of Soul, it also had the ability to refine Souls, and could even be used to assist in cultivation. It could be said to be a very comprehensive quasi magic treasure.    

"Hmm, it has almost recovered 1% of its original source. . . Looks like if I want to completely restore the Soul Catcher Gourd, I will need to devour 100 Invincible King Souls, or refine around 10 Quasi Emperor Souls. . . "    

The next moment. . .    

A Devouring Black Hole suddenly appeared. In an instant, it swallowed the black-robed old man's body. No matter how small the mosquito was, it was still meat. As for Invincible King, he was at least a level 1 mantis.    

. . .    

Within the Golden Lion Imperial Palace, in a glorious palace.    

A golden crystal furnace engraved with countless ancient Divine Imprintss was floating in the middle of the hall. Within the crystal furnace. . . A bright pill was spinning gently, faintly visible. . . Nine mysterious Dao Marks were attached to it, as if it only needed a glance. It would open up one's mind and allow one to comprehend the supreme Great Dao. If one listened carefully, one would be able to faintly hear traces of obscure and ancient Dao voices. It was like the mantra of the Grand Dao.    

At this moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

The tightly shut doors of the palace were forcefully pushed open.    

In the next moment. . .    

A middle-aged man, who was nearly ten feet tall and wore black armor, walked in from the outside. He walked with powerful steps and his aura was incomparably powerful. His entire body was filled with a murderous and fierce aura, as if he was a ferocious beast from the ancient wilderness, causing people to feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.    

"This. . . This is good. . . It seems to be the legendary Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill. . . The Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill has nine revolutions and nine patterns surround it. Hidden Dao Sound, it's really. . . Really the legendary Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill. . . Hahaha. . . Good! Good! Good! " The middle-aged man's body suddenly shook. His eyes stared intently at the Divine Pill in the crystal gourd, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.    

Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill - the legendary Rank-9 Golden Core. It was a top Golden Core that even Emperor Sovereign had to fight for. With just one Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill, it could match the thousand years of hard work of a Highest Emperor, and it could even give people a chance to encounter it once. And a chance to obtain a Enlightenment that couldn't be sought.    

With Top Quasi Emperor's cultivation, as long as he successfully refined this Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill, even if he couldn't guarantee that Verbal Emperor would succeed, he would at least have a nine layered chance!    

Luck Dao! It was truly the Fortune Dao!    

At this moment. . .    

Suddenly, another cry of surprise came from outside the hall, "Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill, it's actually the legendary Rank-9 Golden Core Nine Revolutions Spirit Pill! Hahaha. . . I am indeed a man with great luck. . . "    

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