Chapter 1249 Peng Zu Lifts the Tripod
Although there are not many great emperor-level combat forces here, there are three great emperor-level figures such as Kunpeng, and nearly ten great powers below the emperor realm in the outside world, which is enough to hold on for a while.
"This opportunity is rare, Pengzu, get the Hongmeng purple qi as soon as possible, remember, keep ten portions." Kunpeng said in a deep voice.
At this time, Pengzu, the only one who can still move independently, smiled. Their original plan was to get most of the Hongmeng purple qi. As for the remaining ten portions, naturally there will be other great emperors to compete for them.
In this way, they can get away with the maximum benefits.
But now, Pengzu suddenly changed his mind.
"Since the purple tripod can hold the Hongmeng purple qi, doesn't it mean that it itself is a rare treasure." Pengzu has a bigger ambition. He not only wants to take away all the Hongmeng purple qi, but also wants to take the purple tripod away together.
The purple tripod can hold the Hongmeng purple qi. Even a fool can see that it is not an ordinary thing. There was also a tripod in the last chaos opportunity, but no one knows who got it in the end.
Peng Zu stepped forward, put one hand on the purple tripod, and exerted force with his palm: "Rise!"
Peng Zu is the ancestor of the Golden Winged Dapeng clan. He became an emperor even earlier than the Nine Emperors. He not only has the speed of a sky roc, but also has infinite strength. It should not be surprising that he can shake the purple tripod.
But he never expected that his real body would be completely unable to do anything to the purple tripod. His strength was immediately removed by a mysterious force when it fell on the purple tripod.
"Hmm?"
Peng Zu frowned slightly. This time he was no longer careless. Instead, he raised his arms, and his muscles swelled. One by one, beautiful feathers stood up, using up all his strength.
However, the purple tripod still did not move.
Boom!
The bombardment of many emperors around continued, and the defense formed by the stone of creation could no longer hold up. Kunpeng and others had to put all their strength into the operation of the formation.
"Peng Zu, what are you still hesitating about? The opportunity of the Purple Cauldron is not something we can covet. We will leave after we get the Hongmeng Qi!"
Kun Peng was a little anxious. Obviously, he also knew some inside information.
Peng Zu acted as if he didn't hear it, and still murmured: "This Purple Cauldron is a treasure born from heaven and earth, and its power is far above the divine weapon. If I can refine it, no one in the Great Emperor Realm can do anything to me in the future..."
He did not give up, and came to the Purple Cauldron to transform into his true body. The Golden Winged Dapeng covering tens of thousands of miles of space instantly filled the entire formation.
With a sharp roar, Peng Zu's pair of wings flashed, and this time the Golden Winged Dapeng's body was propped up little by little, and the Purple Cauldron firmly fixed in the sky rose up one foot at a time.
Peng Zu also realized that at this speed, let alone running away with the Purple Cauldron, even putting it away would be a difficult task.
At this moment.
He made a decision that he thought was the most correct in his life, and gathered all the strength of his body into the Purple Cauldron. He wanted to refine the purple cauldron in the shortest possible time so that he could get away.
But he could never have imagined that when the power in his body touched the purple cauldron, the purple cauldron suddenly burst out with a strange power.
In a trance, Peng Zu seemed to see a magical space, where divine light intertwined, fairy music played, and auspicious beasts soared in the sky, just like a fairyland.
In the far distance, there seemed to be a fairy mountain, and there were a few blurred words imprinted on the mountain gate, but the distance was too far to recognize.
Peng Zu's consciousness gradually blurred, but he found that he seemed to be controlled by an unimaginable force, with a mountain on his back, and he couldn't move at all.
Although he was in the "fairyland", the moment he looked up, his feet kept sinking to the ground, and his legs were buried in the blink of an eye.
"Oh no. The energy here is not something I can bear!" Peng Zu realized this and his face changed drastically, and the fairyland space in front of him gradually blurred.
When his vision returned again, he had turned into a human form, holding the purple cauldron high in both hands. The pressure on his head was getting heavier, but he could only mobilize very little strength.
"Damn it, this purple tripod has become heavier after absorbing my strength!" Peng Zu suddenly raised his head, his face changed drastically, but his hands were firmly stuck to the purple tripod, and he didn't even have a chance to get away.
He couldn't bear the weight of the purple tripod, and his trembling hands slowly sank under the pressure of the purple tripod. Before long, the purple tripod had pressed on his head, flattening the crown on his head, and then the skull...
Peng Zu was shocked, but he was powerless, and could only struggle in fear in the void.
But the strange thing was that the space under the purple tripod had completely solidified, and he couldn't return to the ground, so he could only be crushed in this strange space.
Bang!
Peng Zu was crushed to the point of blood and flesh flying, but such a strong man was far more than being directly crushed to death by the purple tripod. A feather fell, and then suddenly a flame ignited, and Peng Zu's figure appeared again.
But.
After rebirth, he returned to the bottom of the purple cauldron again, and watched himself being crushed for the second time. Then the third time...
The purple cauldron seemed to have a terrible binding force. Even when Peng Zu was crushed to death, it would not release the control, as if it would not be satisfied until Peng Zu was completely killed.
At this time.
The emperors had broken through the obstruction of Kunpeng and others and flew away. They could see that Peng Zu was experiencing a strange disaster, but this did not affect their actions.
One after another magical power fell, Peng Zu's body exploded, and in the end not even a feather was left.
It was a pity that the great power who had survived from ancient times to the present was the first person to fall in this battle.
He died of his own greed, but
He also died at the hands of the emperors.
It was at this time.
The emperors attacked at the same time, grabbing the remaining primordial purple qi in the purple cauldron space. There were too many hands on the scene, and it was even impossible to identify who was attacking.
In the chaos.
Lin Lang also took advantage of the chaos to attack, slapping away the hand that came from nowhere, and then snatched nearly ten strands of primordial purple qi.
After doing all this, Lin Lang had planned to quietly leave the battlefield. It was enough for him to take ten strands of primordial purple qi in the chaos. If he continued to be greedy, he might arouse the anger of the emperors.
He planned to get away, but he didn't expect to be targeted. The Red Emperor and the Golden Saint attacked at the same time, and the vast energy fluctuations bombarded Lin Lang.
Lin Lang raised his hand to conjure a five-element defense, but it was quickly shattered by the two emperor-level figures who joined forces. The next moment, he unfolded his body and tried to leave through space.
"Want to leave now?"
The Golden Saint snorted coldly, pinching his hands to freeze the space. At the same time, the Red Emperor also followed closely, and the burning world flames instantly submerged Lin Lang's figure.
Before the flames dissipated, Lin Lang's figure had already broken through the flames and rushed towards the Golden Saint. The Golden Saint's face was full of coldness, and a huge golden axe came across the space, directly shattering the space where Lin Lang was, and cracks spread across the ground for thousands of miles.