Chapter 488 Meng Po Soup?! Guojiao!

Qixian cursed inwardly, but appeared nonchalant as he slapped down with his palm.

This is the Eight Wildernesses, their territory. How could they lose to some monks who are half a step away from tribulation?

The elder of the Five Hells Sect no longer concealed his level of cultivation. His aura continued to rise, and in the blink of an eye he transformed from a cultivator who was half a step away from transcending tribulation to a genuine cultivator who was transcending tribulation. The power of the world provided by the complete small world shattered the palms swung by the seven immortals on the spot.

The elders of other super sects also became furious, and some even took out ancient immortal weapons that exuded murderous auras.

Everyone knows that this Taoist competition is of great significance. If you don't have real skills and don't bring some real stuff, won't you be laughed at? !

Qixian just felt a headache.

It's fine for super sects like the Ghost Sect that want to form the Prison Gate. These sects should have their own talents, right? They should send people with real abilities and bring real weapons to beat up other people just in case. Why did they just beat up their own people?

The Seven Immortals had no way of expressing their suffering and could only bite the bullet and mobilize the power of the Eight Desolations to receive the beating.

The black shadow also noticed the change in the battle situation and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

"It doesn't matter! The time has come! Close it!"

The giant tower with the three words "Immortal Palace" collided with the Eight Desolations Palace. A hurricane arose from it, and the border of the Eight Desolations was completely lifted up. It collided with the edge of the falling small world and was forcibly embedded together.

"One world - completed!"

The scene of the Taoist competition completely collapsed, and huge fragments fell towards the Eight Desolations.

It was as if the powerful oppressive force from the world itself fell equally on every Dayu monk.

The genius of the Great Wilderness Alliance felt his whole body relax, and the suppression from the Dao Pillar disappeared.

Chang Wei and other Great Wilderness geniuses were immediately encouraged and worked even harder to kill the wilderness monsters. They even called on people to protect the weak Dayu monks.

Tang Zongjian and other geniuses from the Great Wilderness who were sent by the Immortal Palace were a little confused.

The Immortal Palace has come to the world, and it must be here to kill all the Taoist monks. As special envoys of the Immortal Palace, they should express their stance at this time.

Coincidentally, at this moment a monk named Dayu was knocked away by a wild monster and landed in front of them.

"...I will protect Monk Dayu!!!"

The black shadow had no idea what Tang Zongjian and the others were doing, and didn't care.

"What do you think! You didn't expect that I could use this method to let Bahuang return to the small world ahead of schedule!" The black shadow stared at Li Yanmo in Bahuang Palace.

But unexpectedly, Li Yanmo didn't even raise his head and was still leisurely.

"... Have another trick?! Is it that sword master? Or someone else? Well - then I'll let you see my true skills!"

The black shadow raised his hand and formed a seal.

Along with a heavy roar, the green mountains and clear waters surrounding the giant tower began to decay, and a long woman's call was heard from it.

Monk Dayu, who was killing the wild monster, felt a chill.

"Hmph - Huangquan is here, Mengpo soup is coming!"

A huge broken bowl that seemed to be able to cover the sky and the earth emerged from the void. Soup with a strange fragrance quickly surged up and soon overflowed from the mouth of the bowl.

A Dayu cultivator subconsciously reached out to catch the drop of soup. The next moment, he was shocked to find that his cultivation level had begun to decline, and even his physical strength had declined.

Cang Lei was stunned for a few seconds before recognizing the broken bowl. "Everyone get out of the way! Don't let the soup touch you!"

"That is Meng Po soup. No matter who you are, if you touch it, ten years of your cultivation will be wiped out. If you drink a sip, a hundred years of your cultivation will be wiped out! Even immortals can be turned back into weak mortals by Meng Po soup!"

When the Dayu monks heard that their cultivation would be wiped out, they immediately became confused.

Zhong Sanyuan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but after hearing that he would be turned back into a powerless mortal, he stopped and turned to look at the broken bowl. A dazzling light flashed in his eyes, and the light flashing in the eyes of those saints was particularly dazzling.

Their cultivation was too high, and they could not return to the foundation-building stage to make the Supreme Golden Pill infinitely, so they could only watch their junior brothers and sisters change to the latest and strongest Supreme Golden Pill. They came to the Taoist competition this time to calm down the situation.

The black shadow laughed loudly, "I have been accumulating this Meng Po soup for 500,000 years. Can you hide from it?!"

This was one of the great gifts he presented to Emperor Yu.

The Taoist competition gathers the most outstanding and promising cultivators. If these cultivators are turned back into ordinary people by Meng Po Soup, the overall strength of Taoism will decline, and the reputation of Tianxu Tower as being omnipotent will also have a huge flaw!

Can Li Yanmo block this kind of table-lifting move?

"Meng Po soup! Fall!"

The broken bowl began to tilt, and thick soup fell out. The monks of Dayu all turned pale, but it was useless. Faced with such a terrifying magic weapon as Meng Po Soup, even they were as powerless as mortals facing a natural disaster. They could only pray that they would not be touched by Meng Po Soup.

But at this moment, an angry roar rang out.

"I will protect the Daoist tradition of Dayu!"

I saw a figure rising into the air and heading straight for the falling Meng Po soup.

Many Dayu monks exclaimed in surprise, that man was none other than the Holy Son of Hunyuan Sect!

The shadow sneered.

Meng Po Soup is not just a magic weapon, but a rare treasure created by heaven and earth, which was born out of the rejection of the existence of cultivators by heaven and earth.

The monks could not take it away in their storage bags, nor could they shake it with magic spells!

"I drink!"

The Holy Son of Hunyuan opened his mouth and gulped down a mouthful of Mengpo soup.

He had already reached the Tribulation Period, and his small world already had a rudimentary shape. But after taking a sip of Meng Po Soup, the small world he had condensed was dissolved like dirt, and his Tribulation Period cultivation and physical strength began to decline rapidly.

The shadow's eyes twitched fiercely, "You are a good man, but what can you do alone?!"

The black shadow admires the Saint Son of Hunyuan's selfless dedication, but this is just the courage of a common man. Seeing that even a genius like the Saint Son of Hunyuan had his cultivation level eliminated by the Mengpo Soup, other cultivators will only be more afraid!

win!

"Holy Son of Hunyuan, I am here to help you!"

The Holy Son of Xuantian, who was overtaken, leaped up and opened his mouth to take a bite. As expected, his cultivation level began to decline.

The corner of Heiyan's eye jumped fiercely again, "I didn't expect there are two such heroes, but so what!"

"I'm coming too!"

"I have cultivated myself for today!"

"Life is short, live it to the fullest, a mere Meng Po soup!"

The broken bowl was tilting, but not a drop of Meng Po soup fell out. The saints and holy maidens of the super sects went upstream and drank the spilled Meng Po soup.

And their cultivation level also fell from the unrivaled tribulation-crossing and half-step tribulation-crossing strongmen to the fusion stage.

But not only did they not stop, they even squeezed at the mouth of the bowl and kept drinking, and some even pushed the people next to them with their hands, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to grab the food.

Although the spirit is admirable, the picture looks like a group of rats fighting over sesame oil.

Zhong Sanyuan and other saints rushed forward to the next batch of geniuses for fear that they would not be able to grab the magical item like Mengpo Soup.

(End of this chapter)