The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Suddenly, the surrounding space suddenly lit up with dazzling red light.

Then, thick red beams of light shot out from all directions.

Whether it was vines, leaves or branches.

The moment they were touched by the red beam of light, they all turned into ashes.

This is not over yet. After the red beam of light disappeared, a series of strange cries sounded.

Soon, a large number of flying demon skulls flew out from all directions.

"I can't drive so many flying demon skulls by myself, you can help drive them together." The black-robed monk took out a black bell and threw it to Long Aotian.

After Long Aotian took the bell and took a look, he immediately shook the bell.

As the crisp bell sounded, the flying demon skulls wandering around immediately flew towards the ancient spirit tree after hearing the sound.

The strength of these flying demon skulls was uneven, some were level two or three, and some were level five or six.

Regardless of their cultivation, the flying demon skulls were all extremely fierce.

At this time, the ancient spirit tree seemed to have noticed something was wrong. After the tree shook, a large number of leaves fell.

All the leaves that fell were emitting a hint of green light.

The leaves rolled up and turned into thin flying needles.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The flying needles pierced the flying demon skulls like raindrops.

Those flying demon skulls with low cultivation were directly pierced by the flying needles and died.

Those flying demon skulls with high cultivation spewed out a ball of gray gas to resist the attack of the flying needles.

At this time, Long Aotian took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and slapped his chest twice, and a ball of blood and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Then, he quickly pinched his hands.

When a large amount of black gas came out of his body, it immediately merged with the blood and blood.

As the black gas in Long Aotian's body was continuously injected into the air mass in front of him.

This air mass soon grew to seven or eight feet.

Long Aotian's spell lasted for a quarter of an hour.

When the air mass in front of him was large enough, he raised his hands and shouted softly.

After the air mass rolled, a dragon roared from inside.

Then, a dragon with black light all over its body emerged from the air mass.

This dragon was more than twenty feet long, and as soon as it came out, it immediately sucked in all the air masses around it.

Its body rolled over, and under Long Aotian's command, the black dragon flew towards the ancient spirit tree.

During the flight, the dragon's body grew nearly twice as large again.

All the flying needles shot at the dragon turned into ashes and drifted away.

When the dragon approached, a large number of vines quickly gathered and turned into a green dragon.

The two dragons fought each other.

Whether in size or momentum, the black dragon had the upper hand.

After the two dragons entangled for a while, the black dragon defeated the green dragon with one claw.

After making a dragon roar, the black dragon continued to fly towards the ancient spirit tree with undiminished momentum.

"You have really mastered this secret art of dragon transformation." Seeing the black dragon showing its might, the black-robed monk said with some envy.

Even if Long Aotian heard about his own secret art, he didn't say much. He just laughed and didn't answer.

Seeing that Long Aotian ignored him, a trace of coldness flashed in the black-robed monk's eyes, but it soon subsided.

The black-robed monk took out another bell and shook it, and more flying demon skulls flew towards the ancient spirit tree.

After the black dragon flew to the ancient spirit tree, it opened its mouth and sprayed out a ball of black gas.

Long Aotian, who was far away, saw the dragon spraying black gas and immediately pinched the magic formula with both hands.

Suddenly, the black gas sprayed by the dragon turned into a ball of black flame.

As the dragon blew out a strong wind from its mouth, the black flame flew towards the ancient spirit tree.

Along the way, everything that stood in the way was burned to ashes by the black flames.

"The devil flame is complete..."

After seeing the black flames appear, the black-robed monk exclaimed in his heart.

Then, he quickly made a hand gesture with both hands and pointed at the black tiger-headed knife.

After the knife let out a tiger roar, the blade turned and turned into a black tiger about two feet high and four or five feet long.

When the giant tiger appeared, he cast a magic seal at the giant tiger.

The giant tiger's head shook, and a ball of black flames appeared on its body.

However, the color of this flame was lighter than that released by the dragon.

When the flames appeared on the giant tiger, the tiger did not attack the ancient spirit tree directly, but opened its mouth and sucked some flying demon skulls floating around it into its mouth.

After chewing for a few times, the giant tiger roared with satisfaction.

With a leap of all four limbs, the giant tiger had already jumped to the side of the ancient spirit tree.

As the giant tiger's pair of thick front legs slapped hard, two tiger claw marks flashed out and hit the ancient spirit tree heavily.

"What are you doing! Don't you know that you have to keep this tree intact!" The giant tiger's action scared Long Aotian, and he turned around and shouted viciously at the black-robed monk.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things. This tree is already spiritual. If we don't weaken it, we will definitely not be able to take it away today." The black-robed monk ignored Long Aotian's roar and responded coldly.

When Long Aotian heard this, a hint of sinisterness flashed across his face, but he endured it and didn't refute it out loud.

Then, he directly drove the black dragon to entangle the ancient spirit tree.

And the black flames continued to burn the branches above.