Chapter 32

Name：Demon Master Becomes a Saint Author：Fo Xie
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Ten days passed quickly for practitioners. As soon as the ten days came, Kunpeng played the formula of taking out the Dharma. In an instant, the "divine fire tripod" emitted a dazzling red light and a low roar sounded. The roar was strong and weak. Looking from a distance, the "shenhuoding" seemed to change from red to gold, and then to purple.

Ten days passed quickly for practitioners. As soon as the ten days came, Kunpeng played the formula of taking out the Dharma. In an instant, the "divine fire tripod" emitted a dazzling red light and a low roar sounded. The roar was strong and weak. Looking from a distance, the "shenhuoding" seemed to change from red to gold, and then to purple.

The printing formula in his hand is constantly changing. Each immortal yuan is shot into the "divine fire tripod". Each time a immortal yuan is shot, the "divine fire tripod" responds and emits a thunder. The faster Kunpeng's formula is, the more dense the thunder is. After the last formula was played, Li Qiang made a loud noise, and the whole alchemy field was silent.

From the violent roar, he suddenly calmed down, which made him feel a strange feeling in his heart, as if heaven and earth suddenly stopped running, which made people uneasy. A burst of beautiful music sounded gently, and I couldn't help but open my eyes and look at the "Shenhuo tripod". I saw colorful lights flying out of the tripod mouth around a red tripod cover.

At daybreak, it was dark, followed by another light, and the whole sky became fiery red.

The enlightenment stared at the sky and sighed: "Alas, the clouds and clouds have changed. Even heaven knows that Lingbao is going to be born."

A large red cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, forming a huge vortex. A large black hole in the center of the vortex was aimed at the mouth of the "divine fire tripod".

The Taoist priest could not help but change his color. He said uncertainly, "how can there be a natural disaster in refining utensils?"

Hearing this, Kunpeng looked up at the sky and said excitedly, "it seems like a great disaster. I didn't expect that the quality of this refining tool is so good. It seems that it should be a top-grade postnatal treasure!"

The red clouds began to rotate rapidly, and dark cyan ripples swam through the clouds.

Then, Kunpeng said with some worry: "the Lingbao that was born this time must be extraordinary. If it is not well protected, even if it is successfully bred, the Lingbao will be destroyed by the natural disaster, and the people who refine the utensils will be badly hurt."