Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 258 - 152: Wheel Transformation Mechanism! Thirty-Five-Year-Old Primordial Pill, Mediocre Flavor

Chapter 258: Chapter 152: Wheel Transformation Mechanism! Thirty-Five-Year-Old Primordial Pill, Mediocre Flavor

However, this time, Meng Qingtong stood motionless, his body became even more crystalline, the blood beneath his skin flowed faster and faster, like the beat of war drums, resounding and deafening, with thick black hair cascading like a waterfall.

"His vitality is terrifyingly more vigorous than just now."

"This is true rejuvenation."

The crowd felt a tinge of despair, the scent of failure.

This Meng Qingtong was simply a monster.

"You haven’t even reached High Skill, yet you dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

Meng Qingtong sneered coldly, having absolute confidence in his strength, not putting Zhang Fan in his eyes at all, and pointed his two fingers as if they were a sword straight at Zhang Fan’s forehead.

"Unmoving, Mighty Spirit Demon Suppression!"

At that moment, Zhang Fan formed a seal with both hands, a burst of flame shot up to the sky, formless and yet present, the sword sang like a dragon, in the midst of searing mist, there were dots of golden light flickering, like immortal spirituality, like the brilliance of demon suppression.

"What’s that... what is that thing?"

Such a shocking scene seemed to capture everyone’s attention and spirit.

In that searing mist, there were dots of golden light flickering, like immortal spirituality, like the brilliance of demon suppression, a true flame formed into a sword, rising in Zhang Fan’s grasp.

At this moment, everyone saw what the true Fire Dragon Pill Sword was.

The three treasures suddenly diverged, the wild nature urged the Fire Dragon, now offering Pure Yang to the true intent, the pill births the profound Fire Dragon Sword.

This is the Pure Yang Technique Transmission, the Fire Dragon Pill Sword, infused with the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal.

"Zhang Fan... this is Zhang Fan..."

He Ningyan’s beautiful eyes trembled, the Zhang Fan she saw now was worlds apart from the one she heard of from Ma Buting.

This man was terrifying enough to make her shudder.

Rumble...

Dragon roars reverberated, sword ringing pierced the sky, the terrifying flame forcefully broke through Meng Qingtong’s body, burying and extinguishing all his vitality.

His torso suddenly parted, his beating heart exposed to the air.

"That’s..."

"The Three Corpses Primordial Pill!?"

In the beating heart, there was actually a piece of tile embedded, engraved with strange runes, fresh blood converging at the heart, refined and absorbed by it.

"Kid, you brought this upon yourself, can’t blame others."

Meng Qingtong’s twisted face displayed intense killing intent.

At this moment, he used his Primordial Spirit to activate the Three Corpses Primordial Pill, which was his biggest reliance, if fed by the Primordial Spirit, it would continue to grow, and if he could find other scattered Three Corpses Primordial Pills, devour and fuse, it might even transform into a new Three Corpses Primordial Spirit.

"Sacrifice your Primordial Spirit!" Meng Qingtong said madly.

Buzz...

At the beating heart, the strange tile emitted waves of gray mist, directly drilling into Zhang Fan’s forehead...

This was the true appearance of the Three Corpses Primordial Pill.

In an instant, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit shook, he only felt the gray mist descending into the Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, like a cage, enveloping his Primordial Spirit, the world vast and boundless, leaving nowhere to hide.

"So this is the power of the Three Corpses Primordial Pill, inherently possessing..." As if a voice in Zhang Fan’s heart was calling.

"Kid, your life ends here." Meng Qingtong’s voice echoed by Zhang Fan’s ear, carrying deep mockery.

Buzz...

The gray mist boiled up, surging towards Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

"A thirty-five-year-old Primordial Pill, an average taste, average..."

At that moment, a mysterious sigh came from the deepest part of the Inner Scenery.

At this moment, the world was silent, as if everything had stopped.

"Time to eat!!!"

That mysterious voice rang out again, accompanied by the heavy clash of chains.