MM Racing Chapter 27, Fifth Prison King's Cauldron
Chapter 27, Fifth Prison King's Cauldron
"So you can even claim a reward for the thief's corpse," Fang Han mused.
I wonder how much of a bounty the thirty-eighth-ranked Lord of the Deadly Island can collect on the Myriad Return Immortal Island.
"I estimate it's around ten or twenty thousand White Yang Pills." Jiang Yuan didn't pay much attention and flew towards the Evil Ghost Gorge with Fang Han and the demoness.
The waves rose up, transforming into the head of a deep blue dragon, carrying Jiang Yuan and Fang Han as they flew into the Demon Gorge.
The Ghost Gorge is filled with thick black mist, and everywhere you look there are towering reefs, canyons, and roaring waves.
"I died a terrible death."
"Guests, come over here and have some fun!"
"Tofu pudding, not sweet and not salty tofu pudding."
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the canyon, conjuring up various illusions that confused people's senses, making them dizzy and disoriented.
Jiang Yuan turned to look at Yan.
Yan looked over suspiciously. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"It's your turn to yell."
"Isn't the Dragon Roar supposed to clear away illusions?" Jiang Yuan urged. He had only mastered the Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist and didn't know any other supernatural abilities.
Therefore, for illusions, Yan is the most effective.
"I am the spirit of the dragon vein, not a dragon. Also, you can't shout it yourself. I am the spirit of a noble artifact, and I don't do this kind of street hawking."
Yan snorted coldly.
"If you don't do it, what will happen to these illusions?"
"Go ahead and roar! I'll teach you the Dragon Clan's divine power, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds. Although you can't cultivate it, using its true meaning will have the same effect."
Yan stretched out his claws, and eight phantom images of celestial dragons appeared.
These eight celestial dragons were incredibly powerful, with beards, golden scales, claws, and long horns. They possessed an ancient and weathered aura and looked down upon everything with an arrogant demeanor.
It gives people a sense of holiness and purity at first glance, dispelling all evil spirits.
After these eight celestial dragons appeared, they kept chanting, each dragon emitting a completely different sound.
Moreover, each long chant is composed of hundreds or thousands of syllables, like the sound of the primordial Dao in the darkness.
Jiang Yuan glanced at it, and the true dragon body in the darkness learned this divine power, a trace of the true meaning of the heavenly dragon gathering in its throat.
With a single roar, it could shake mountains and rivers, and the heavenly demons would scatter.
Fang Han was also studying intently, his eyes moving rapidly, trying to memorize the patterns and their true meanings.
"Fang Han, have you learned it?" a gentle voice asked with a smile.
"I understand," Fang Han replied instinctively.
"Very good, then I'll leave all of these to you." Jiang Yuan smiled.
Inside the Demon Valley, all the illusionary demons looked over with strange expressions and eerie smiles, calling out as they drifted toward Fang Han.
……
"roar!"
Fang Han roared loudly, and the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds rolled, bursting out a wave of energy that instantly destroyed a batch of illusions.
However, the illusions within the Demon Gorge are constantly being destroyed and reborn, endlessly regenerating, forming a natural illusionary array.
Soon, another batch of illusions descended.
Fang Han continued to roar angrily, his roar clearing a path.
Jiang Yuan held up a crystal ball in his right palm, which spun around and calculated a path.
Yan, feeling refreshed, followed leisurely, like a dragon swimming by its tail.
After an incense stick has burned.
Finally, we stopped in front of a secluded reef and a whirlpool.
Above the swirling waters of the reef, a small island appears faintly, with a palace standing on it, but it is quickly obscured.
This area, spanning thousands of acres, was subjected to an illusion spell to conceal the existence of Death Island.
Upon seeing this, Fang Han instinctively opened his mouth and roared out the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds.
Roar!
At this moment, the illusion above trembled violently, and the air surged, as if it had been roared away, revealing a small island inside.
A magnificent, jewel-encrusted palace stands on the small island.
Deadly Island, Deadly Palace.
Although the palace was magnificent, it was made of ordinary gold and silver jewels, which could not withstand Fang Han's Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds Roar.
The Heavenly Dragon roared, destroying nearly half of the palace; everything was collapsing.
Fang Han quickly shut his mouth; the palace of this Deadly Island Lord was just too rubbish.
They couldn't even withstand his shout.
"Not bad, well done," Jiang Yuan said with a smile.
"Although I dislike Jiang Yuan very much, I have to say that he was right this time," Yan also floated out, nodding with a smile.
That's because the two of you took it easy the whole way!
Fang Han thought to himself, "You have a dragon physique, so you're naturally suited to cultivate the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds."
One is a dragon vein spirit, endowed with extraordinary talent.
As a result, he was only allowed to cultivate the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds to pave the way.
His throat was almost tired from shouting.
Inside the Palace of Despair.
Jiang Yuan landed gracefully, the bluestone floor was broken and cracked, and the crack extended into a pill-making room in front of him.
Inside the alchemy room, the earth fire roared and the smoke was thick, as if a furnace had been overturned and spewed out flames.
"Could he have left the stove on when he left?" Fang Han wondered.
"Go and see for yourself."
Jiang Yuan smiled and stepped over. Inside the alchemy room, a cauldron the size of a house stood in the center, billowing thick smoke and spewing out flames.
Jiang Yuan reached out and grabbed it, and the large cauldron flew into the air, revealing the fiery pit beneath it that spewed flames.
Fang Han's Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds had affected this area, causing problems with the sealing of the Earth Fire Cave.
That's why thick smoke billowed out and the ground fire spewed out.
"My God!"
"A top-grade alchemy furnace!"
Yan suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Is this still a treasure that a rogue cultivator could possess?"
A rogue cultivator and a notorious thief possesses a top-grade magic weapon—a pill furnace—that even true disciples of major immortal sects don't have.
This person's life experiences are unbelievable!
"Fang Han, hurry, jump in and refine it. I'll then refine the corpses of the strange beasts we collected along the way and integrate them into your body."
"Even a conservative approach can grant you the power of a thousand fierce black and yellow horses, making you even more powerful than Jiang Yuan!"
Yan suddenly shouted excitedly.
Fang Han hesitated for a moment, then looked at Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan laughed and said, "Go ahead, have the witch protect you. Otherwise, how could you possibly beat Hua Tiandu to his knees and beg for mercy within three years?"
"However, after you finish refining it, I will take it away and use it as a pill furnace on my Yuanjie Peak."
Fang Han was grateful and said, "Mm."
He took a deep breath and jumped in. The Five Prisons King Cauldron instantly started operating, spewing out streams of Five Elements True Fire, burning towards Fang Han.
"Wait, just burn it!"
Fang Han was so frightened he almost jumped up. "Yan, you should have said something before you did it!"
"Hehehe, how can gold become true gold without being refined by fire?!"
Yan Jie chuckled and swung his claws, sending out massive beast corpses that created streaks of blood that merged into Fang Han's body.
Jiang Yuan's eyelids twitched. The cultivation methods of the Yellow Spring Demon Sect were truly inhumane.
Fortunately, he was from the Feathered Immortal Sect.
Moreover, he plans to embark on a proper cultivation path of immortality.
He flew out of Deadly Island and stepped into Ghost Canyon, his eyes taking in the abundant moisture here.
The mist was thick and covered the entire canyon.
Jiang Yuanfei emerged, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, standing amidst the mist, seemingly lost in thought.
"Such a rich and concentrated essence of water vapor."
"Yes," Jiang Yuan nodded in agreement.
"So if I devour this place, my magical power should improve a lot, right?"