Deng Bochuan listened to what Wu Fan said, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He felt very nervous, he thought that Wu Fan would be seriously injured if he didn't die this time. I didn't expect Wu Fan to dare to take such a risk to verify the authenticity of the purple gold bowl. In fact, in Deng Bochuan's heart, this purple gold bowl is a beggar begging bowl, and the artifact is a big-headed ghost. But with Li Youwei's identity, he shouldn't lie to you, so why bother verifying?

Wu Fan naturally wouldn't think so, he had to be cautious along the way. If you take a wrong step, you may not be able to turn the tables around. After all, he didn't have any talent in his cultivation, and he didn't have many friends who could help him now. If you're not careful, you're dead!

The purple gold bowl is real, and the artifact and the murder weapon will fight each other as soon as they meet, so Xiao Qing's murder weapon will definitely sense the location of the purple gold bowl. As long as you get closer to the Qinglian Sect's General Affairs Hall, the faster the murder weapon will sense the purple gold bowl. Therefore, Wu Fan didn't think about killing Meng Huai's descendants first, but held up the purple gold bowl and threw it into the air, directly throwing the huge Meng Huai out of the distance.

After that, Wu Fan did not fly with the sword, but rushed forward violently at an extremely fast speed. In the air, it is easy to touch the ubiquitous Qinglian Mountain Protection Array of the Blue Lotus Sect. Rushing forward quickly against the ground, with artifacts such as the Purple Gold Bowl in his hand, he basically moved forward smoothly. And Wu Fan's rear was naturally dealt with by Deng Bochuan. Deng Bochuan's ability to do things is still very strong.

When Wu Fan rushed outside the Qinglian Sect's General Affairs Hall, Deng Bochuan didn't let those Qinglian Sect disciples who were chasing him hurt the two of them. It's just that the number of Qinglian Sect disciples chasing after the two of them is increasing. When Wu Fan stopped in the empty square outside the General Affairs Hall, the disciples of the Qinglian Sect gradually hovered around him.

Wu Fan saw that the so-called murder weapon had not yet appeared, so Wu Fan immediately threw the purple gold bowl to the top of the General Affairs Hall. Some people who knew that this purple gold bowl was a treasure of Buddhism immediately rushed to snatch it, but without exception they were rebounded by the purple gold bowl and opened. The purple bowl flew to the top of the main hall of general affairs, and then hovered over it.

At this moment, the purple gold bowl was like a purple-gold spring, slowly overflowing from the purple gold bowl, and the purple gold light sprinkled all over the general affairs hall, and soon enveloped it.

At this time, there was a shaking in the entire General Affairs Hall, and a murderous aura appeared everywhere, and dark clouds gathered in the sky above the General Affairs Hall. The dispatch of the world's murder weapons all carries a cloud of extreme fierceness.

Wu Fan's face was extremely solemn, he knew that the murder weapon in Xiao Qing's hand had already sensed such an artifact as the Purple Gold Bowl.

The dark clouds were shaking, and everything around them began to look dark, and the atmosphere was dull and eerie.

The surrounding disciples of the Qinglian Sect all showed a look of horror, and the purple gold bowl at the top of the general affairs hall emitted a more intense purple gold light at this moment, gradually forming a purple gold light knife, which stabbed violently against the clouds in the sky.

Boom boom boom~

The earth-shattering sound was incessant, and those who were slightly weaker in cultivation were immediately stunned. Deng Bochuan looked at the sky and couldn't help but say: "Artifact, it's really an artifact." ”

Wu Fan said: "The murder weapon in Xiao Qing's hand is probably very powerful. Gang Master Deng, do me a favor!"

Deng Bochuan said: "What?"

"Use the power of your twin swords to help me rush into the clouds. Wu Fan said.

"No, the purple gold light knife formed by the purple gold bowl will stab at it, and it may kill you. Deng Bochuan said.

Wu Fan said: "Otherwise, the artifact of the Purple Gold Bowl has a fate with me." Gang Master Deng, help me up. Wu Fan's tone was firm. Deng Bochuan said angrily: "You are going to die." ”

"Can it be compared to the red mist of Red Demon Mountain?" Wu Fan asked rhetorically. When Deng Bochuan heard this, he didn't ask anymore, his two swords flew together, and the power of water and fire immediately shook a way to the sky in the gloomy clouds and qi layer. Wu Fan took advantage of the momentum and violently slammed forward, and then, the sword was above the clouds of anger. The aura clouds under Wu Fan saw were like living black clumps, wriggling or tumbling, and then suddenly accelerating, alternating between reorganization and splitting, and its disorganized movement trajectory was constantly distorting the surrounding space, causing bursts of strange aura to spread.

The bead in Wu Fan's eyebrows, at this time, flew out of Wu Fan's eyebrows in the purple mansion, hovered above the cloudy qi layer, and slowly rotated.

When it was, the purple gold light knife formed by the purple gold bowl stabbed upwards again, and Wu Fan looked in the direction of the purple gold giant knife, which was a black vortex suspended in the sky, which was the foundation of the formation of the aura cloud. The target stabbed by the purple gold giant knife was the black vortex, and when it stabbed, it made a booming sound.

The main hall of general affairs, a secret place!

A man who looked exactly like Xiao Mo stood up and said to the hall master of the refining hall on the side, "Can you take away the purple gold bowl?"

"Sixty percent sure. It's just that this purple gold bowl is the supreme treasure of Buddhism, and Li Youwei will release it at this time, but what does it mean?" Lu Yan, the hall master of the Great Hall of Refining Weapons, said angrily.

"There must be a reason for this. Senior Brother Lu," Xiao Qing looked at Luo Shi, who was sitting on the lotus platform with his eyes closed, and said, "The human soul sword spirit that is rare in a thousand years, there is a better way to refine it." Eighty-one days is too long and too variable. ”

"Senior brother in charge, it's hard to say about this. In order to be safe, let's follow the chapter of Overlord Refining. Only Xiang Bawang in the world can come up with such a wonderful method to turn the murder weapon into an artifact. "Lu Jian is quite respectful of the ancient gods and overlords' refining methods. Xiao Qing was a little inexplicably uneasy, but his face still looked very calm, and said, "I hope that the junior brother can understand a better way." Xiang Bawang is just a person, I believe you can do it. ”

How dare Lu Ji compare with Xiang Bawang in his heart, Senior Brother's words are purely comforting words. Naturally, Lu Jian will not take it seriously. It's just that the human soul sword spirit has not been refined, and these two people have felt it, and the murder weapon is about to break free from their control. Xiao Qing's face was no longer calm, and Lu Qi was already panicked.

At that time, the ten senior masters of the Blue Lotus Sect appeared in the sky above the General Affairs Hall together, and ten flying swords formed a formation.

At that time, a pillar of blood erupted like a pillar of blood erupting from the abyss of hell, breaking through the ten-person sword formation, and blasting straight into the purple gold bowl at the top of the main hall of general affairs.

The clouds and anger above quickly reorganized and condensed at this moment, forming a huge black skull, the black skull's mouth, facing the black vortex in the sky, with that as the center, all the anger within a radius of thousands of miles was condensed, and then it was sucked by it.

The murderous soldier was born, and he was angry.

The golden bead above the clouds of the aura turned into thousands of golden dots at this moment, slowly attaching to the black skull. The giant knife of the purple gold bowl no longer stabbed the sky, but aimed at the blood-colored giant pillar below, and slashed down.