Devour

The inner elixir of the Burning Insect King is not suitable for sacrifice, so it is better to keep it for the refining cauldron as originally planned.

Cheng Bai took back the inheritance cube and showed off the inner elixir to King Suanni.

King Suanni identified it clearly and was stunned. He stammered, "This is the inner elixir of the Burning Insect King. It's not an ordinary Burning Insect. I also know how to use heat and fire explosion, but I have never seen other secret techniques."

At that time, they were indeed only talking about the burning insects, among which the inner elixir of the elite king contained the five great secret techniques.

Regardless of whether it was an ordinary Burning Insect or the Burning Insect King, Cheng Bai was willing to accept defeat. He asked, "Come with me. What's your name?"

King Suanni said frankly: "I am unknown."

"Since I see you smoking, I'll call you a smoker."

Cheng Bai gave the new pet a name, thinking it was quite good, and King Suanni did not object.

After returning to Sanxian Valley and settling the smoker, King Suanni was young and strong, nearly twenty meters tall, and his majestic posture attracted the attention of everyone in the Weapon Sect.

Tong Feng said in admiration: "Amazing, you upgraded so quickly and got such a big monster mount. Can you afford to keep it?"

Zhuang Tailai said disapprovingly, "Dabai is wealthy, don't worry about it. Didn't you see the Lihuo Youjin Cauldron he was forging? It's a heavy weapon. Nearly ten thousand pounds of Guang Feiying Stone was used to refine it. How much burning iron and black gold were used to get that pound of ingot? The materials are genuine and worth more than 13 million taels of gold... Hehe, who in the sect can afford it?"

A certain ancient god suddenly remembered: "Where is my hand?"

Tong Feng smiled and said, "The material of Lihuo Youjin is so rare and precious. If it can be made into a spiritual cauldron, all the cauldrons in the history of the sect will be inferior to it."

Zhuang Tailai said casually: "It is said that it requires four crystal cores, which is definitely not ordinary. Even Senior Brother Zhangzong praised it highly. If it can be made into a weapon, refining the Yellow Turban Warrior will be a piece of cake. It will definitely become the strongest military force on the continent, and its value will be higher than that of the Tianhuang Sword."

Tong Feng was stunned and said, "Could it be that he wants to use the demon king's inner elixir to refine the rune elixir spirit? That's incredible."

“But in order to create a spiritual weapon, it must be tempered by divine fire. Unless Senior Brother, the Sect Leader, takes care of this step himself, it will be difficult to achieve high quality and spirituality.” Zhuang Tailai could not help but say, but suddenly felt that he had said too much, so he stopped talking, turned around and left.

Tong Feng pondered for a moment and said, "For such a large tripod, casting and tempering can only be done on the treasure tempering table in Bailian Hall."

Cheng Bai and Chi Zhongming complement each other and work very well. When they have a problem, they ask Fang Wanzhan for advice on the surface, and Li Tong helps them secretly, so the progress is smooth sailing.

Every detail of the new refining cauldron has been repeatedly scrutinized and conceived. The shaping process must first complete the wax model to lay a solid foundation for mold making and casting.

The wax model carved by diamond tools is complex and exquisite, with fine and vivid animal patterns and many engraved runes, showing the meticulousness and meticulousness of the craftsmanship at the mold stage. Once the shaping is successful, all the details will be faithfully presented on the tripod.

As a result, the two's vision and skills in weapon refining were greatly improved.

Fang Wanzhan was very interested in the goals and achievements of his two disciples. He often came to check on the project and regarded the casting of the tripod as a test for his two disciples. He was particularly surprised by Chi Zhongming's solid foundation and Cheng Bai's tacit understanding.

Most of the wax model production will be completed by Chi Zhongming according to the design drawings left by Cheng Bai. Cheng Bai must find the other three suitable inner pills and ride on the monster beast to embark on a new adventure.

The Smoker runs at lightning speed and can easily cover a distance of 18,000 miles in half a day. Not only that, he is also good at the secret art of flying and can soar into the sky as if walking on the ground, which is quite rare among the demon kings.

Cheng Bai understood why Tong Feng was envious. Compared with Xiaobai, the difference was like replacing a small car with a space shuttle.

The southern continent is sparsely populated and hides even stranger and more bizarre things.

For example, here, in ancient times so long ago that it is difficult to verify, a war disaster once occurred, and corpses were piled up everywhere within a hundred miles.

Over time, the corpses rotted and turned into corpse water, which nourished the vegetation in the nearby mountains and forests, absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and grew into large corpse trees.

Each corpse tree is a tombstone, the fruits on the tree are flesh and blood organs, and ancient corpses and bones are buried under the tree. Ancient legends call this restricted area a bone mound.

During the day, the entire area was as dark as dusk. On moonless nights, the corpse trees seemed to come alive, whispering to each other, and visitors felt as if they had stepped into the realm of ghosts.

Sometimes the ground beneath the tree suddenly cracks, and dead bones crawl out, wandering around attacking living creatures and devouring living things in an attempt to complete their own broken bodies. They are so dangerous and difficult to deal with that even the Faceless Men who dominate the Southern Continent dare not easily set foot nearby.

Cheng Bai approached the mound of bones, let his mount land and slow down, looked up at the corpse tree towering up from the ground, saw blood and flesh dripping from its branches, and said sarcastically: "There are also trees that grow meat. Living here, we don't need to hunt, we can eat meat every day."

The smoker heard it and sniffed, then remained silent.

Li Tong interrupted, "This meat cannot be eaten. It contains corpse poison. If a person eats it, they will turn into a corpse ghost and become a pawn of the Bone Hell Ghost King."

Cheng Bai laughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, then used his spiritual eyes to look and saw large bloodshot eyes on the corpse tree in the distance secretly glancing at him.

"How could such a place appear?" Cheng Bai asked Li Tong.

"It is a relic of a great war from the ancient times to the prehistoric times. All the strong men from various races died here. It is from long before the great emperor Yunmen became famous. It is older than the Yunqiong Palace and the ancient battlefield."

"The ancient corpses hidden underground are all extraordinary. There are even ancient descendants of the Thunder God Clan, the Night Demon Clan, the Angel Clan, and even old monsters who have achieved sainthood in the flesh."

"The corpse has become a ghost. Maybe its strength is not as good as when it was alive. If it were on the mainland, it would be enough to run rampant. The Bone King crawled out from here."

Li Tong spoke eloquently and his knowledge was far richer and more profound than that of the guild governor who just read from a book.

Cheng Bai already knew that he was an ancient god, so he asked curiously, "What is the origin of the Bone Emperor?"

Li Tong said excitedly: "In the ancient times, a corpse of unknown origin was left. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, it gave birth to a new spiritual intelligence, and its cultivation was far superior to that of other ghost kings in the Bone Prison. It left the bone mound, dominated the Qiongqi Continent, and was ranked as one of the eight ancient gods. Unfortunately, it met Emperor Yunmen and was sealed in the altar of the Conferred God in the Yuheng Holy Temple."

Cheng Bai pondered and said, "After death, he can be called a god and roam the world. What kind of existence was he in life, buried in such a barren land?"

Even Li Tong didn't know this.

As you step into the bone mound, you'll find total silence all around you. The environment is cold and damp, and the stench in the air is nauseating. The sound of lonely footsteps echoes in the air, as if turning into the devil's whispers. Death and indifference make people despair.

Cheng Bai gently patted the back of his mount, and the Smoker stopped in front of a huge pale tree.

It is over a hundred meters tall, with branches crisscrossing like ferocious animal claws. On the branches grow dozens of bloody round eyeballs of varying sizes.

"Come out, you've been staring at me since I entered the bone mound."

The ground in front of the tree collapsed and cracked, with earth and rocks flying everywhere. A giant six-armed skeleton with a broad skeleton crawled out. It was 45 meters tall, with sharp bone spurs all over its body. The longest pair of fangs extended forward and downward from the cheekbones, curved and sharp like long tusks.

Its bony arms held six rusty ancient weapons, and its huge head had six empty eye sockets, flickering with faint blue ghost fire. No matter what powerful race it was in life, after death, only a withered skeleton remained, from which a new ghost consciousness was born. This was the Bone Prison Ghost King.

Cheng Bai jumped off his mount, smoothed his sleeves, and walked forward slowly, saying, "Your cultivation is similar to mine, so maybe you can let me verify what I have learned now."

The Bone Hell Ghost King in front of him was even more powerful than the Burning Insect King. He was able to look down on the continent when he was born, but he was treated as a punching bag. He was so angry that he roared loudly.

"How dare you, a petty mortal, look down on me? I am the six-armed sword master of the Bone Tomb. If I were to descend upon the world, I would raze cities to the ground, leaving corpses strewn all over the land and blood flowing like a river. Do you know how powerful I am?"

Cheng Bai asked curiously: "How powerful is it?"

The Bone Prison Ghost King pointed his knife at the branches, knowing them like the back of his hand.

"Do you see that red eyeball? This is the eyeball of the Blood Shadow Clan's first hero, the last king, Blood Hand Sword King."

"Do you see the blue eye over there? It's the eye of the Holy Light General of the Feathered Clan."

"The black one on the top of the tree has a greater origin. It is the relic of the Iron Heart Clan's Governor Zhenyuan... Each of them has been defeated by me."

Cheng Bai couldn't help but ask Li Tong: "Why is the official it's talking about getting smaller and smaller?"

Li Tong said hurriedly: "Those are ancient races that have long been extinct on the continent. They are the descendants of the ancient remnants. Not many people know about them now. In terms of the strength of the tribe, the later the stronger, but also the older."

Cheng Bai understood: "So you are bringing up old scores."

Upon hearing this, the Ghost King of Bone Prison flew into a rage and said, "You rude boy, how dare you disrespect me? I will chop you into seven pieces and hang your eyeballs high on a tree for ten thousand years."

"Let's move aside." The Smoker pulled Li Tong back slowly. The opponent was very powerful, far superior to it, and it would be easy for them to be affected in the fight if they were not careful.

Cheng Bai urged: "Let's get started."

The Ghost King of Bone Hell shouted angrily: "You little brat, you don't know what is good for you. I stand on the fertile soil of the Bone Mound, and I am blessed by the earth. I am in my strongest and invincible state."

After it chattered on and on, it finally swung its six weapons, causing a howling wind, and chopped, cut, sliced, and stabbed in a series of attacks, passing through the six afterimages left by Cheng Bai in front of it, none of which was real.

Cheng Bai dodged the attack with the Eight Immortals Swim, took a few steps back, looked up and said, "It's just that he's taller and has a few more arms. What's so great about that? I can do it, too."

He immediately used the tyrant's secret technique, and his physique instantly grew to 90 meters tall. He was tall and strong, with three heads and six arms, and he looked down at the Bone Prison Ghost King with contempt.

After the transformation, Cheng Bai is not just huge in size. His combat qualities in all aspects have been greatly improved. His every move is powerful, his three heads react faster, and the six sword energies from his six arms are more powerful. His multiple combos tear the Bone Prison Ghost King into pieces in the blink of an eye, with broken debris and blades scattered all over the ground.

Similar cultivation level does not mean similar combat power. The battle ended so quickly that even Li Tong and Yan Gui were stunned.

The ghost that lost its body could hardly maintain its form, and was dispersed by the sword energy amidst its heart-wrenching wails. The remaining pale yellow inner elixir fell to the ground, and Cheng Bai picked it up casually.

After returning to his normal body shape, he felt somewhat embarrassed, as the grey moonlight deer fur clothing on his body was torn into pieces.

Cheng Bai hurriedly picked up the dropped treasure bag, found new clothes and put them on, sighing: "This secret technique is extremely powerful, but it is a little different from the previous ones. It consumes mana to activate it, and the clothes are more inconvenient. In the future, you can wear the Xuanming treasure clothes to avoid exposing yourself. You must first forge the Four Symbols Cauldron, and then you can refine a similar treasure clothes armor with the Burning Insect King's shell."

Different secret techniques consume different amounts of energy. Some require props, some require spiritual awareness, and some require magic power. The initial assassination even only consumes a little physical energy.

The Tyrant Secret Technique required a huge amount of mana, and it could not be performed without the formation of rune inner pills to generate mana. Now that Cheng Bai had condensed two rune inner pills, he could only maintain the Tyrant transformation for a short period of time.

Li Tong murmured, "Mystical arts do not necessarily consume mana, but those that consume mana are most likely extraordinary."

Cheng Bai showed off his inner elixir and asked, "How is the stuff this time?"

The inner elixir of the Bone Prison Ghost King contains the five secret techniques of "Earth Claws", "Bone Armor", "Perseverance", "Waiting for the Undead" and "Protection of the Earth".

Li Tong identified the runes and evaluated their quality: "One rune-level, three spell-level, the best is the mysterious-level wonderful earth blessing, comprehensive comparison, the difference is not much different from the inner elixir of the Burning Insect King."

"We have the earth-type inner elixir. The Bone Prison Ghost King is just so-so, yet he dares to call himself the Six-Armed Sword Saint. Could it be that the Bone Emperor is only at this level?" Cheng Bai won easily and became suspicious.

Li Tong is well aware of the anecdotes of Qiongqi Continent: "The difference between the two is as great as heaven and earth. The Bone Emperor possesses the Dark Destruction Ghost Fire, and his cultivation progresses by leaps and bounds. He is definitely not comparable to ordinary Bone Prison Ghost Kings. Legend has it that the Bone Emperor is the oldest corpse in Qiongqi Continent, and that divine fire source is innate. I'm afraid that in his previous life, he was far more powerful than a saint in the flesh."

Cheng Bailing glanced over and looked into the depths of the bone mound. There was a muddy river of corpse water flowing in the forest. It was grayish-yellow in color and emitted a foul odor, making it difficult to approach.

On the river bank, there were patches of flowers as bright as red clouds. The petals were shaped like a pair of palms spread out towards the sky. They were so red that they attracted Cheng Bai's attention.

"Higanbana."

Cheng Bai identified the varieties and was secretly delighted. The medicinal materials for the flawless Nirvana Pill were so precious. With the elixir in front of him, he could pick as many as he wanted.

The waves in the Corpse Water River rolled and roared, like a wild horse running and roaring like thunder.

"A bigger monster has emerged from the river." Cheng Bai noticed something, quickly put away the red spider lily, and stepped back to watch.

A tall skeleton body surfaced from the water. It was a Netherworld Bone Dragon, much bigger than the Black Dragonfly and even more powerful than the Bone Prison Ghost King. It was alarmed by Cheng Bai and the others, and it shook its head and tail and flew upstream along the river.

Li Tong urged, "There is a Nether Bone Dragon here, which means there may be a Netherworld Path. Hurry and follow it."

Cheng Bai stuffed Li Tong into his treasure bag, rode on the Smoker, and followed the Nether Bone Dragon into the air.

Looking down from a high place, one suddenly discovered that the entire mountainous area had a strange appearance, resembling a female figure without limbs. The bone mound was located in the lower abdomen, and a river of corpse water flowed down along the chest, stretching for hundreds of miles. The environment was deep and quiet.

"It went up there."

There were two towering peaks, one on the east and one on the west. The Nether Bone Dragon moved with great speed, quickly climbing to the top of the western mountain and disappearing into the middle.