Although demon cultivators are not uncommon in the Abyss of the Sea of ​​Fog, if such an alternative monk appears in a clan that is not a demon cultivator, he will still be quite excluded, especially if he has a certain status.

In the previous battle, in order not to reveal the identity of the demon cultivator, Yu Xiangtian only took out a set of demon fire banners and secretly urged their power to destroy the formation base. Two other robbers came forward to fight, and he took the scale clan to reap the benefits of the fisherman. But now the identity of the demon cultivator has been exposed, and after he urged the demon skills, the magical power of the demon has shown signs of backlash from the demon skills, and he has no scruples when using it.

Seeing that the boundless sword energy wrapped him in it, he snorted coldly, fisted back with his right hand, hitting his chest with a "bang", tilting his head and making a howl like a monster. When he opened his mouth, a dark green ball of light spewed out.

After the light ball exited, a dark green cauldron that was about an inch tall suddenly appeared. Yu Xiangtian waved his hand at the small cauldron with a gloomy face. The small cauldron turned into a dark green light and shot into his hand.

Yu Xiangtian rubbed his hands, and the light in his palm was bright. The small tripod suddenly rose to several feet high and short. The runes on the tripod were flashing. The mouth of the tripod was covered with dark green smoke. He held the bottom with one hand, but it seemed as light as nothing, and he didn't know what material it was made of.

Murong Xianxian's pupils shrank slightly, and she thought to herself that strange... Judging from the aura emitted by this magic weapon, it must be a magic weapon, and it is of course very high, and it has not reached the level of a quasi-immortal weapon, which is almost the same. However, there is a gap at the mouth of this small tripod. Although it seems not big, this magic weapon has loopholes after all. Murong Xianxian thinks that he has various magic weapons and magical powers. Although he is wary, he is not afraid.

Seeing Murong Xianxian's face showing a look of alertness, Yu Xiangtian said proudly: "You are smart and know how powerful my magic weapon is. I am the Bailing Cauldron. How powerful is it? You should experience it yourself!"

In his tone, he seemed to be confident in the things in his hands... This is the strongest treasure Yu Xiangtian got in that ruin. Although it was a little damaged, it seemed to have little impact on the power of the treasure.

Then, Yu Xiangtian gently flicked the cauldron with his right hand and made a dull sound. The runes on the Bailing Cauldron suddenly burst out with a dark green light. Then the dark green cloud at the mouth of the cauldron expanded violently as if it was added with puffing agent, covering his figure.

At the same time, the surrounding wind was filled with dark wind, and countless light green mists surged from all directions. Devil's crying came from the fog, as if countless unjust souls were crying in the fog.

But when he gently flicked the Bailing Cauldron, he actually had the power of changing colors in the world. No wonder he had such confidence in this magic weapon. Although Murong Xianxian believed in the power of the Great Compassion Mirror and the Beidou Sword Technique, he was very curious about the origin of this magic weapon.

At this moment, the sound of breaking through the fog made a sound, and tall dark green-skinned evil spirits rushed out with various weapons and headed straight for Murong Xianxian.

The rays of light flashed, and the sword formation was activated. Countless colorful sword energy flashed across, covering the evil ghosts. Then these evil ghosts were thorned into pieces by the sword energy... However, immediately these evil ghosts twisted into pieces turned into balls of dark green mist, flew back and merged back into the green mist.

"Huh!" Murong Xianxian didn't feel anything yet, but Yu Xiangtian in the green mist screamed in surprise.

These evil ghosts had the first-class monks in their lifetime. Their souls were originally extremely powerful. After being conquered, they were very solid after being trained by the Bailing Cauldron. They almost couldn't hurt them at all. But today they were vulnerable to the opponent's sword formation, which was a bit beyond his expectations. After a moment of pondering, they finally activated the maximum power of the Bailing Cauldron in their hands.

He suddenly threw the Bailing Cauldron in his hand into the air. The cauldron flew into the air, hovering about three feet above his head without moving. Then Yu Xiangtiankou recited a spell and cast a series of magic tricks towards the treasure cauldron.

Huh~

The cold wind roared, and the fog rushed from all directions. The Bailing Cauldron made a buzzing sound, and its volume surged again, four meters tall and still floating in the air. A crying sound came out, and countless various ghosts crawled out from inside, and the evil ghost with green face and fangs rushed towards Murong Xianxian in the wind.

"How many people did this magic weapon kill?" Murong Xianxian shouted sternly when she saw this.

Among these ghosts, many are various monsters and alien races, but more are human races, and there are even many elderly, weak, women and children... This made Murong Xianxian very angry.

Magic weapons such as tripods, towers, and bells often have special power. Murong Xianxian's mountain and river cauldron also blocks some ancient strange beasts, which are very powerful. However, they have not been refined into any treasures. The mountain and river cauldron is just a special prison, and those strange beasts that exist in their soul bodies have not been erased.

"How many people? Who knows! Maybe hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Among them, there must be hundreds of cultivators' souls to refine such a treasure cauldron. After I got this treasure cauldron, I killed countless people, but you are the first to deal with cultivators of the same level." The sound of Yu Xiangtian being cloudy came from the green fog.

Murong Xianxian suddenly felt sad and stared at the blurry figure in the green mist. After a moment, he only uttered a few words from his mouth: "Damn you."

"Damn it? I don't know how many people have said this to you, but you are not living well. But I have received the souls of the people in this way. As a part of this tripod, you will not be an exception."

Yu Xiangtian said sneeringly. Then he didn't want to say anything else, and a red magic trick hit the cauldron.

The dark green light suddenly burst out from the tripod, and a series of harsh sounds came out from the tripod, and then several skulls flew out from the tripod, arranged in a row in front... It was not over yet, and one skull after another flew out of the tripod, and hundreds of them appeared in a blink of an eye, filling the vicinity of Yu Xiangtian.

boom!

After the last skull flew out, Yu Xiang Tianqing rebuked and made magic tricks. The skulls were like taking big tonics, rising in the storm and full of energy.

At the same time, green light spurted out from the seven orifices of these skeletons, and then all the white skulls roared and rushed towards Murong Xianxian with a green and ghost fire.
Chapter completed!