The broken sword of Pojun turned into dark chains, strangling him from all directions.

"Hey!"

Zong Ze was not at all panicked.

Instead, he chuckled.

His palm touched his waist.

Immediately, a plain white porcelain large bowl appeared in his hand.

This large bowl was unremarkable, even with a corner missing, and looked just like the large bowl that ordinary people used to drink wine and soup.

"Is this Zong Ze's brain frightened?"

"You actually want to use such a mortal thing to fight against me?"

Yuan Wen muttered.

But Zong Ze did not use any spiritual power.

He just picked up the big bowl and swung it towards the dark chains that had turned into the broken sword of Pojun.

“clang!”

A loud crisp sound!

It came from the place where the sea bowl and Pojun's broken sword collided.

That seemingly ordinary white porcelain bowl was able to block the extremely sharp and fierce weapon, the Broken Army Sword!

There wasn't even a trace of white left on the bowl.

"What...what kind of bowl is this?"

Yuan Wen was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

Bowl-type magic weapons are not uncommon.

There are large bowls containing the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

There are bowls of gold essence filled with gold, silver and copper plates.

There are also strange bowls filled with various strange spiritual liquids and auras.

A bowl is a container, and most of the time, the things it contains are used to attack.

But this was the first time he had seen such a rough way of using it!

…

On the Qingtian Peak.

In front of the stone table on Dianling Cliff.

Zong Shen was looking at the empty table and cursing.

"These two unfilial descendants! They drank the old ancestor's wine, took the old ancestor's wine, and finally even took the two large drinking bowls and took them all away!"

"I, Zong Mou, have been wise all my life, how could I have given birth to two little bastards like you!"

…

Yuan Wen looked at the large bowl in Zong Ze's hand.

I was filled with great surprise and doubt.

The origin of the broken sword of Pojun in his hand has always been a mystery.

Over the years, it has always been invincible and extremely powerful.

Moreover, even if one's cultivation is low, one can still unleash some of the power of this sword.

General Sima Cuo once said that this sword is in no way inferior to the weapons of ancient gods, and even if it collides with the weapons of gods, it will not be at a disadvantage.

Very magical!

It is hard to imagine the time when Pojun's broken sword was intact.

It must have supreme power.

But even such a surprise force.

There was no benefit from colliding with the opponent's big white bowl!

At this time, he held the Broken Sword of Pojun in one hand and the Golden Hook Scepter in the other.

Speaking of this ceremonial scepter.

It was once a small item that accompanied the little wolfdog for countless years.

Be infected by its divine brilliance.

Gradually it gained some divinity.

Although it cannot be called a magic weapon.

But it is also quite spiritual.

Able to absorb the power of the underworld independently.

Very mysterious.

The sword edge of the underworld appeared again on the broken sword of Pojun.

The golden hook scepter was in the other hand, shining brightly with golden light.

After he merged with the Jiyou Daohen, the spiritual power and Netherworld aura in his body were not as inexhaustible as those of the Tiandi Jue Ti.

But it is also as abundant as a river.

It is enough for him to control two weapons and magic weapons at the same time.

“Bang!”

Zong Ze didn't think so much.

There was no preparation for him to use new moves.

He moved his body and stepped forward.

The large white porcelain bowl in his hand was waved wildly and slammed repeatedly towards his head.

There is absolutely no order at all.

No martial arts techniques were used.

It's simply a naked insult to Yuan Wen.

"Damn it, you bastard, how dare you bully me like this!"

"Do you really think your domineering body is invincible?"

The dark energy around Yuan Wen suddenly surged.

Then, countless Netherworld forces actually flew up into the sky and transformed into a Netherworld river several meters long!

This is a supreme Taoist method passed down by the ancient desert god of the underworld.

The true method of rebirth in the quiet and secluded realm!

The holy body of the undead that he inherited is not only the key to unlocking the little wolfdog's inheritance, but also records countless magical magics of the god of the underworld.

Any one of these techniques, when used, would be an earth-shattering method.

At the same time, one after another Netherworld Mark appeared on his body.

These marks, the size of copper coins, were very agile, floating and moving all over his body.

The thick netherworld power on his body was completely absorbed by these runes like a whale devouring a necrotic organism.

In the end, it was as if it was branded on his body, and his entire body was covered with the dim light of the mark of the underworld.

If you look closely, each mark looks like the word "death".

It's a wonderful feeling.

Although the two characters are different, anyone who sees this rune can know its meaning.

In the sky, the several-meter-long Netherworld River suddenly surged several times in size.

There are netherworld runes flowing back and forth in the river.

"Hmph, my Undead Body has already been mastered and I can fully utilize all my innate magical powers. How can a half-baked person like you compare to me?!"

"How about tasting the Great Rune of the Netherworld Realm of the Extreme Netherworld!"

Yuan Wen said arrogantly, pointing his finger at Zong Ze.

The dark river dozens of feet long in the sky flows down like a waterfall.

The sound of countless dead bodies struggling and screaming directly overwhelmed Zong Ze.

The mysterious true god skills combined with his innate supernatural powers are so powerful that it is difficult to describe.

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