Chapter 22 Gray Stone Changes Again

There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

The bipolar thunder dragon is extremely gifted.

This ferocious beast inherited the power of its father, and was nurtured in the evil veins of the earth for ten thousand years. Whether in terms of background or inheritance, it can be considered top-notch among pure-blooded ferocious beasts.

If you can hold yourself back for a while and practice for a few more years, there is no need to worry about not being able to become powerful.

But it just can't control its animal greed! This may also be the innate defect of the beast! In the early stage, before it grows up, no matter how talented it is, it is difficult to control its animal nature.

"Now that the Demon Ridge Mountains are no longer there to hold us back, how can we fish in troubled waters?"

The burly man in black robe felt a headache.

At the same time, he glanced at the gem in his hand that was covered with spider webs, with a look of heartache and helplessness in his eyes.

This time, the bipolar thunder dragon failed to rescue him, but instead killed himself.

His natal magic weapon, the Yellow Throat Pearl in his hand, was damaged, and his body was also shattered. In the future, perhaps he could only follow the path of ancestral spirits and burn incense to nourish his spirit.

Burning incense to nourish the spirit is even more bizarre than the path of cultivation in the wilderness.

Not only is it easier to become alienated and degenerate, but there are also many disasters.

The burly man in black robe couldn't figure out where the Fire God Ancestor came from and why he was so powerful!

“And the treasure in the last ray of purple light was actually able to shatter the Yellow Throat Pearl that was condensed from the essence of the innate fierce beast. It was truly too amazing!

I wonder where that thing came from?"

The black-robed sturdy man's mind flashed through the introductions of the treasures of various sects, but none of them matched! His Yellow Throat Pearl was not an ordinary treasure.

Its miraculous uses are not inferior to any other precious treasures of any sect.

Thinking of the last scene of purple light approaching him, the sturdy man in black robe still had some residual horror on his face.

That treasure seems to be able to break through the divine realm, and its gravity is unparalleled!

If you get hit, you will die!

Fortunately, he made the decision early and escaped with his soul, otherwise his body and soul would have been smashed into a meat patty.

"Let them handle this matter. We can't let this Fire God Ancestor go!"

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, the burly man in black robe felt a little lost, and his soul turned into a mountain wind and left towards the depths of the Demon Ridge Mountains.

…

Duanfangcheng

Duan Fangming was leading a group of monks from the Duan Fang clan in a bloody battle, with the remains and blood of ferocious beasts all over his body. His body turned into a huge storm flowing in the void, moving swiftly and at an extremely fast speed.

The storm swept through, and an extremely huge tornado column formed in the center of Duanfang City, blowing away the clouds and obscuring the stars.

Many ferocious beasts were swept up and thrown into the gale of divine power, turning into scattered meat paste.

When the cultivators from the Duanfang clan around them noticed that the ferocious beasts above their heads were retreating one after another, they slowly dispersed the breeze or black wind that was protecting their bodies and looked around in astonishment.

At this moment, there was still a look of shock on his face.

Although the fighting lasted for a very short time, they also suffered huge losses. Many monks from the Duanfang clan were drowned alive by the hordes of ferocious beasts, with no intact corpses left.

In the void, Duan Fangming looked much better. He just looked at the changes above his head and felt relieved. There were too many beasts, and he alone could not support the old and young of the Duan Fang clan. If he tried to hold on by force, he would be exhausted to death!

But his eyes were still fixed on the figure in the sky that looked like the bright sun, and his heart was still shaking abnormally.

"The Fire God Patriarch's strength is so hidden that he even killed the king of the ferocious beast?"

Duan Fangming was truly shocked.

He had sensed the terrifying evil spirit of the bipolar thunder dragon from a distance! He was no match for it at all, and could only rely on reducing his presence as much as possible. In addition, the beast was entangled by other powerful men from other sects, so he escaped.

The mysterious God of Fire fought and killed the two polar thunder dragons head-on.

“…”

Duan Fangming thought about this and glanced at the many cultivators outside the city. He immediately shouted, "Senior Fire God has killed the ferocious beast, the Polar Thunder Dragon. The disaster of the ferocious beast in the Demon Ridge Mountains has been resolved. Senior, your merits are immeasurable!"

"Long live the ancestor!"

Following Duan Fangming's shout, several elders of the Duan Fang clan behind him understood instantly and immediately called on their clansmen to shout.

"Old Ancestor is mighty! Senior, long may you win!"

Overwhelming shouts rang out from the top of the city. If someone didn't know him, they might have thought that the great cultivator Fanxu in the scorching sun had some close connection with the Duanfang clan.

Everyone's face was red and their necks were thick! Although they didn't know why, many monks outside the city who had escaped death immediately followed suit. As the saying goes, the more courtesy you have, the less blame you will get. It must be no bad to follow suit.

As these monks shouted, the name of the Fire God Patriarch resounded throughout the area for a while. It can be predicted that as these monks leave, the name of the Fire God Patriarch will probably be circulated in this area for a long time.

In the void, Lu Zhong glanced down and raised his eyebrows.

He had never intended to be so high-profile.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But what does what the Fire God Patriarch did have to do with him, the Saint Son Lu Zhong? What's wrong with taking these titles!

He glanced at the stupid black-blooded Qilin that was burying its head like an ostrich and ignored it. He then lowered his divine body and headed towards Duanfang City calmly.

At the same time, Lu Zhong noticed the regeneration and changes of the gray stone in his body. As the two polar thunder dragons were killed by him, an invisible layer of calamity in the void was contained by the gray stone, and the gray state was changing.

But the changes have not yet ended.

The invisible disaster in the void is endless.

The length of the calamity was beyond Lu Zhong's imagination.

…

After returning to Duanfang City, Lu Zhong was warmly welcomed by the Duanfang clan and some surrounding monks. After Lu Zhong dealt with them briefly, he left the enthusiastic crowd to Duan Fangming.

Duan Fangming naturally enjoyed it.

He was eager to confirm the fact that the Fire God Ancestor was the backer and predecessor of the Duanfang Clan! With such a great god sitting in the Duanfang Clan, the Duanfang Clan would be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of the host's advantage, he simply held a grand banquet to entertain monks from all over the world who came to kill the ferocious beast, and also to make the declining Duanfang family famous.

Lu Zhong understood this clearly.

Since Duan Fangming wanted to borrow his name, Lu Zhong was not stingy and directly "lent" it to him.

But if you borrow, you must return! If Duan Fangming can't give him a satisfactory answer later, he naturally doesn't mind taking it all back.

…

Lu Zhong built a large hall and cleaned up the harvest at the same time.

This time he reaped a great harvest from killing the two polar thunder dragons.

In addition to the blood and precious bones of several powerful beasts, the biggest gain was the change of the gray stone.

Later, as the gray stone recovered and swallowed up the evil spirit, it gave Lu Zhong a small surprise.

Deep within his soul, a line of divine patterns that were similar to the Flame God's patterns merged from the gray stone into the depths of Lu Zhong's soul, transforming into a faint shadow.

"Gaining the authority of the Disaster Apostle? You can use the gray stone to absorb the Disaster Qi around you to a small extent, ensuring that you will not be confused by the Disaster Qi!"

"Or use the power of the Jiesha Messenger to transform the Jiesha body?!"

(End of this chapter)