Chapter 811: What Is Your Mother’s Surname?

"I stuffed you into the body of a 'big ginseng', the ginseng essence that I had been dragging before. ㈧㈠中文网⒈" Venerable Bai explained.

Lushan Road Demon Lord: "..." Damn it, is it that poor ginseng spirit? And he was stuffed into the body of ginseng essence? How is this done?

"Now, are you willing to answer my question? Where is the core of this fragment of heaven? I searched around in this fragment of heaven before, searching several places that looked important, but I couldn't find the core. ." asked Venerable Bai.

"I refuse to answer your question." Lushan Road Demon Lord said coldly - I just won't answer, what can you do to me?

Venerable Bai was not angry, but smiled and said: "Do you want to live? The reason why we monks work so hard, practice night after night, and have to endure the suffering of heavenly tribulations is because we don't want to live. Is it immortality? Especially you who have experienced death... do you want to live? "

Lushan Road Demon Lord: "..."

What a sharp question, do you want to live?

Of course I do!

As long as a monk is in a normal mental state, who would want to die?

But... there are many kinds of living.

If you extend your life for a few years or ten years, then you die, you still have to live.

Just like a walking zombie, becoming a ghost and monster is just a way to survive.

Even if he refines his soul into an evil magic weapon, he will still survive.

But these are not what he wants.

"I want to live." Lushan Road Demon Lord gritted his teeth and said, "But..."

However, before Lushan Road Demon Lord finished speaking, Lord Bai had already taken out a small pot from his pocket.

This is a palm-sized teapot, made of gold. The style of the pot body tends to be Western style...

"That's what I've been waiting for!" Venerable Bai said happily.

Lushan Road Demon Lord: "???" At the same time, he felt that his ginseng roots were stiffening. This was the same principle as human hair standing on end. It was a bad premonition!

At this time, Venerable Bai struck out like lightning, reached out and grabbed the 'tail' exposed from the mouth of the ginseng essence, and pulled hard! The 'soul-sealing ice bead' connected to its small tail was pulled out by Venerable White.

"Woo~~" Lushan Road Demon Lord wailed, and then his consciousness went dark again.

——After the soul-sealing ice bead was pulled out, Lushan Road Demon Lord lost control of the ginseng essence's body, and his consciousness returned to the small ice bead.

Venerable White happily opened the small pot, stuffed the soul-sealing ice beads into the small pot, and then put the lid back on the small pot.

Ding~~

There was a large rune lighting up on this magical little pot and its lid. Then, the lid of the small pot merged with the body, becoming one.

[Contract established] A deep voice came from the magical little pot. The language spoken by this voice is not a Chinese language, but the voice has a soft spiritual power that acts as a translation. Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Sixteen couldn't tell which country's language it was, but they could still understand its meaning.

Contract established? Senior Bai has been struggling for a long time, is it actually just to make the soul of the seventh-level venerable of the ‘Wuji Demon Sect’ form a contract with this little pot?

Song Shuhang guessed that the seventh-grade venerable who had just occupied the body of the ginseng spirit had fulfilled the premise of the contract when he said the words "I want to live."

It should be the same as the magic weapon of King Golden Horn [I call you, do you dare to agree? 】Is it the same type of thing? If you answer correctly, will you be sucked into the gourd or bottle?

What kind of treasure is this little pot?

…

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At this time, Venerable White held the small pot and said with a smile: "Haha, after so many years, I finally found you a seventh-grade soul or above to be the pot spirit. Are you satisfied now?"

Buzzing buzzing~~ There were bursts of joyful chirping sounds from this little pot - the little pot itself can't speak. The previous sentence [Contract established] is just something similar to a line, and it will be played when the conditions are met. That's not what Xiaohu said.

"It's done." Venerable Bai said with satisfaction.

At this time, the poor ginseng essence woke up again. It slowly opened its eyes, feeling very panicked - just now, it had a nightmare. It dreamed that its body had become something other than its own. Even his own soul was usurped by an outsider.

Its will cannot drive its body, and sounds that do not belong to it come out of its mouth. Its soul was suppressed deep in its body, and it could only scream helplessly.

Fortunately, this was all just a dream. When I opened my eyes, my body was still my own, and there was no scary outsider in my body.

It's such a good thing it's a nightmare!

By the way... Speaking of which, is the fact that I was kidnapped by a very handsome immortal also part of the nightmare?

Ginseng was full of expectations. After opening his eyes, he looked around.

Then, it quickly saw the Venerable White next to him, who was holding a strange little pot and looking happy.

Oh my god, it's not a nightmare.

It was really caught by this handsome monk!

Reality is often crueler than nightmares.

So, Da Ginseng struggled again instinctively: "Woooooooooo~~"

"Eh? Why did you wake up again?" After hearing its struggle, Venerable Bai turned his head to look at the ginseng essence and said softly: "It seems that the soul was stimulated, so it woke up again?"

After saying that, Venerable White turned around and performed a handsome flip kick.

Bang~~ Da Ginseng's eyes went dark again and he fainted.

This time, Venerable White kicked with a little more force.

So this time, Ginseng may sleep a little longer.

The willow tree demon Qingwu on the side swallowed secretly—fortunately, he could still supply branches to Venerable White. I am still useful to Venerable Bai. So that he wouldn't be as miserable as this useless giant ginseng.

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Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Sixteen looked curiously at the small pot in Senior Bai's hand.

"Do you want to know the magical function of this little pot?" Venerable White shook the little pot and said.

Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Sixteen nodded repeatedly.

"This thing is not a magic weapon refined by our monks... I picked it up in a desert hundreds of years ago when I was traveling around the world. I don't know which system of cultivators made it. Sacred weapon. In this small pot, a soul can live in and become a 'pot spirit'. However, if you want to become a pot spirit, you must have a cultivation level of fifth grade or above. Then, this soul must be [willingly] completing the contract before it can Enter the pot and become the pot spirit." Venerable White said.

"Then what's its function?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Watch it carefully." Venerable White stretched out his hand and rubbed the small pot a few times.

Bang~~

From the spout of this small pot, a cloud of smoke spurted out.

Then, the smoke transformed into the figure of a black-robed monk - exactly what the Lushan Road Demon Lord looked like.

"Magic Lamp?!" Song Shuhang's eyes lit up: "Senior White, can it fulfill people's wishes?"

"Fulfilling people's wishes? How can there be such an exaggerated thing in this world?" Venerable Bai waved his hand and said: "This magic weapon is actually a combat artifact. It can summon the pot spirit in the pot three times a day. Let it fight for you for half an hour at a time. But be careful, once the pot spirit dies, it will really be doomed. Therefore, every time it is seriously injured, you must put it back into the pot to warm up the injury. .”

"..." Song Shuhang: "But Senior Bai, don't you want to get the core information of the 'Fragments of Heaven' from him? Now that he has become a pot spirit, can he still answer your questions?"

"It's necessary, otherwise why would I work so hard to turn him into a pot spirit?" Venerable White laughed. He knocked on the small pot and said to the black-robed Taoist in the air: "What's your name?"

"The name of the poor Taoist is [Lushan Road]." The black-robed Taoist replied honestly.

He actually answered!

"So magical?" Song Shuhang asked. At the same time, he was glad that his Taoist name was not [Real Person of Baijing Road, Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province, China]. Otherwise, if others asked him about his Taoist name in the future, how courageous would he have been to answer it?

Then, Shuhang asked curiously: "Fellow Taoist of Lushan Road, can I ask a question? What is your mother's surname?"

The Lushan Road Demon Lord looked at Song Shuhang coldly and said nothing.

Song Shuhang: "..."

so awkward.

Venerable Bai comforted Song Shuhang and said, "Shuhang, don't mind. In fact, it will only answer the questions of the pot owner. It is not looking down upon you."

Senior Bai, don't say it out loud. When you said this, I immediately felt deeply despised by the pot spirit.

Su Clan's Sixteen couldn't help laughing.

"Ahem." Venerable Bai cleared his throat and said, "Fellow Taoist of Lushan Road, please introduce the 'core' of this fragment of heaven."

The Lushan Road Demon Lord paused, his cold face becoming tangled.

"You are really strong-willed. After being put into a pot and turned into a pot spirit, you are still resisting." Venerable White sighed, then reached out and gently rubbed the small pot again.

The Demon Lord of Lushan Road finally spoke: "The core of the Heaven's Fragment is hidden in the palace complex in the west. However, to open the core, I need to take action... I have inherited part of the core of the Heaven's Fragment here. Permissions.”

"No wonder, it turns out that the core was hidden and someone got there first. So I searched for a long time but couldn't find the core." Venerable White said.

Unexpectedly, the Lushan Road Demon Lord has already mastered the core authority. If he is given a little more time to merge this piece of heaven into his own, his promotion to the eighth-level Xuansheng will definitely be stable.

It's a pity... There is no such thing as 'what if' in this world. Before Demon Lord Lushan Road could reach the eighth level of Xuansheng, he became the pot spirit of Lord Bai's mysterious little pot.

"Then, please, fellow Taoist, lead the way." Venerable Bai said.

In the void, Lushan Road Demon Lord's expression became tangled again - after a moment, his will was no match for Xiaohu's contract and he was defeated.

So, he began to lead the way, guiding the three Venerable Whites to the palace complex in the west of the fragment of heaven. (To be continued.)