Repugnant Gateway Chapter 342 - Purple Flame Pill Furnace

Then, An Zheng suddenly realized that he had experienced this purple fire's test.

On that day, he destroyed the Depressing Sword from the restaurant and slaughtered his way back to Heavenly Awakening Sect. As he was severely injured, he could not be treated.

After he understood everything, An Zheng's heart slightly relaxed.

In this world, there was always luck that others could not understand. Maybe it was a debt he owed An Zheng in his previous life, or maybe it was something he had decided for himself. An Zheng had experienced a baptism of lightning within the lightning pool and purple fire within the Phoenix Cooking Pill Furnace. Now that he was in Inside the Immortal Palace, he had encountered both dangers. First, it was the purple lightning from the Dragon Lion, but now, for some inexplicable reason, it had entered a huge pill furnace.

"Why?"

Maybe it was because he had been roasted for a long time, but An Zheng still had not turned intill.

An Zheng's body, on the other hand, had gradually gotten used to the temperature of this purple fire. If one had to use a sense of touch to describe this feeling, it would be the difference between soaking one's hand in 100 degrees of boiling water and soaking it in 60 to 70 degrees of hot water. As his body became more and more accustomed, the temperature of sixty to seventy degrees Celsius was no longer any harm to An Zheng.

"What a monster!"

The purple flame elder's eyes became cold. He initially extended a hand, pointing at An Zheng with a single finger, purple fire shot out from the tip of his finger. He stretched out both of his hands and a purple flame surged out from his palms. It was several times stronger than before.

An Zheng had already gotten used to the temperature of the purple flames, so no matter how strong the flames were, there wouldn't be much of a change. Unless the quality of the fire improved, it was only a matter of more or less. Increasing the amount of fire, rather than changing the quality of fire, did not have much of an impact on An Zheng. After another four to five minutes, An Zheng no longer felt any discomfort. Instead, he felt comfortable and relaxed like bathing in a hot spring.

An Zheng laid down in the pill furnace and looked at the purple fire elderly man, "Why do you have to burn me to death?"

The old man angrily said, "You evildoers, come from the mortal world and destroy my immortal palace. You and I naturally cannot tolerate each other!"

An Zheng frowned slightly: "But the immortal palace has already been destroyed for at least tens of thousands of years, is this my first time here, or was somehow brought in by someone else? I have never known anything about the immortal palace, so why do you think that I have anything to do with the people who destroyed the immortal palace? Since you mentioned it, let me ask … Why were the immortal palaces destroyed? "

"Demon, you still dare to be impudent!"

The purple flame elder thought that An Zheng was purposely teasing him and hatred filled his eyes, "Even if I have to sacrifice this life of mine, I will still refine you!"

The purple fire in his hands continued to spew out, while his body looked increasingly gloomy. An Zheng guessed that the old man must have been the owner of the pill furnace when he was still alive. For some reason, he had been drawn into the pill furnace. He must have thought that the fella who had destroyed the Immortal Palaces was here again.

But from the old man's short words, An Zheng was able to catch a few key words.

A monstrous genius from the mortal world destroyed the immortal palace?

This is simply a paradox … Qi Tian had said before, people who had not reached the Immortal Realm would never be able to enter the Immortal Palace. At that time, the complete immortal palace's seal was extremely powerful. Even though it was now damaged, it wouldn't be able to enter without the protection of a real treasure. Du Shoushou's cultivation was not yet at the level of Prison Desire, so even with the protection of the purple Golden-Rank, he was almost killed. At that time, An Zheng did some calculations: cultivators above the fifth stage of Prison Desire, could enter with the help of a Golden-Rank Magic Tool. Cultivators of the Sumeru Stage like Du Shoushou would never be able to enter unless they had the protection of a Purple-Rank Divine Artifact.

Thus, how had those so-called freaks of the mortal world entered the Immortal palace?

Not only that, the people of the mortal world actually destroyed sucuge immortal palace.

When the old man saw that An Zheng was deep in thought and did not speak, he thought An Zheng was looking down on him. A sense of grief and indignation arose in his heart. He almost shouted, "Today, even if I have to die, I will die with you!"

He had actually retracted his hand, and pounced towards An Zheng.

An Zheng was shocked, and immediately dodged to the side: "I'm really not those people who destroyed the immortal palace back then, why are you not listening to my explanation?"

"Even if you aren't, you're still here for my pill furnace!"

"No!" I don't even know how I got in. A straw rope wrapped around my foot and dragged me in. "

"Don't even try to argue! If you weren't here for the pill furnace, how could you have entered this herb field? You are clearly a bandit. I would rather die than let you succeed. Back then, when the immortal palace was destroyed by you low level geniuses, there was no meaning for me to continue living. The reason why this lifespan was extended was only to protect this pill furnace. Even if your body is to be smashed to smithereens, I will make you vanish into thin air! "

He rushed towards An Zheng, but An Zheng dodged once again. The purple flame elder seemed like a mad demon as he chased after An Zheng, not giving up until he was dead.

At this time, the purple fire in the furnace no longer had much of an impact on An Zheng, and his control over his own magical equipment had returned. An Zheng glanced at the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell floating above, and his heart stirred.

The last time he had a fierce battle with the Nineteen Demons, the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell had almost lost control. After all, it was a magic equipment and his control over it was not as good as his magic tools. Furthermore, there was a kind of hostility within this Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell that was hard for An Zheng to understand, so he was unable to control it completely freely. The purple flame that was currently burning inside the pill furnace seemed to be able to burn everything. An Zheng pondered, was he going to make use of this elder's explosive anger and purple fire to rebuild the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell?

But in the end, it was not a cauldron buill furnace and An Zheng was not a master blacksmith, so he immediately gave up after this thought appeared in his mind. There were only thirty-six of those in the world, and he had no power to recreate them.

In that case, should he destroy the demonic energy?

Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell had a kind of innate fear towards purple fire, which was not due to fear towards magic tools, but fear towards purple fire due to devil energy. Thinking of this, An Zheng once again summoned his Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell back and used both hands to block his front with his Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell. The old man just so happened to pounce over, his arms wrapped around An Zheng, and was about to die together with him. The purple flames on the old man's body burned intensely, An Zheng felt that the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell that was tightly hugged by his hands was struggling with a strong power.

Ghost wails and wolf howls sounded out from within the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell, as though they were trying to break a bell by squeezing human faces out from the Bronze Bell. Among them, there were some that An Zheng had actually seen before. Then, An Zheng suddenly realised that the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell's "devil" word could lock the soul of a dead person in place! The souls of those who were killed by the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell could not be reincarnated. All of them were suppressed inside the bell by the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell, which was used to strengthen the bell.

With the tempering of the purple fire, the demonic energy in the bell began to struggle like a madman. An Zheng's hands almost failed to grip it as he rushed out together with An Zheng, knocking the old man down. The purple flame elder thought that An Zheng was doing it on purpose and was chasing closely behind him. One of them was led by the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell and ran in front while the other chased after them.

A human face amongst the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell squeezed the bell to the point that it almost changed its shape, as if it was about to break out. That gaze seemed to be asking An Zheng, why did he do this?

An Zheng sighed: "Let those ghosts go and be reborn."

The bell suddenly vibrated, obviously disagreeing.

An Zheng's legs fiercely stomped down, with a boom!

The entire cauldron was stomped into the ground, sinking at least two meters. An Zheng still could not feel it from inside, but if anyone saw it from the outside, they would definitely be shocked beyond belief. With just a single step, he managed to force the pill furnace into the ground.

An Zheng suddenly turned around, carried his Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell and rushed straight towards the purple flame elderly man.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A mournful wail came from within the Nine h.e.l.l Magic Bell, and was instantly engulfed by the purple flames. Face after face rushed out of the bell, then disappeared. The Bronze Bell gradually turned red, and the largest human face gradually dimmed, and then disappeared.

Seeing that the soul inside the bell had been released, An Zheng took a step back to stop the old man, "I'm not here to s.n.a.t.c.h your furnace, you don't have to perish together with me. If you let me out, I'll leave right away. "

The purple flame elder said angrily: "Do you think I will believe you? It wasn't easy for you all to finally get the chance to resist, and then, the immortal palace was destroyed. How could I possibly believe you all? "

An Zheng frowned: "What do you mean?"

The old man angrily replied, "Back then, lowly people like you lived in the mortal world. Every year, you would only be able to contribute your bloodline power to stabilize the immortal palace. Allowing you to live is already the kindness of the immortal palace. You actually dare to resist, you are truly shameless! "

An Zheng's mind buzzed, and his expression changed: "This is immortality?!"

The old man said, "The mortal world is different. The lower tier is the lower tier. The lower tier provides the higher tier is the law of nature!"

An Zheng: "Since that's the case, then don't blame me. Didn't you want to use purple to burn me? I took your purple fire. Didn't you think that this cauldron is more important than your life? Then I'll keep this pill furnace. What s.h.i.+tty immortal palace, what s.h.i.+tty immortal mortal? Initially, I pitied you for extending your lifespan. But now, it seems like it would be unfair for you to live for even a second longer! "

An Zheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the old man's neck, "Get over here!"

The old man's neck was grabbed by An Zheng and he actually could not struggle to break free. The purple lightning and the scorching sun appeared at the same time in An Zheng's palm, and the Heavenly Thunder of Nine Suns was blasted out from his palm. The old man's body was immediately split into pieces, and the purple flames that swirled about were like will-o '-wisps.

An Zheng took a deep breath and all the purple flames were absorbed into his palms. He had originally wanted to try to store the Purple Flame in the Blood Pearl Bracelet, worried that he would ruin the item in the bracelet, so he simply stored it in his Dantian Qi Sea and waited to give it to Qu Liuxi as a gift after he got back.

After An Zheng absorbed the purple flame, he raised his head and looked at the lid: "Either open it for me or I will destroy you. even if you are a Purple-Rank immortal equipment, even if you have already lived for ten thousand years. Surrender to me, or peris.h.!.+ "

He stretched out his hands, and the purple lightning surrounded him. The scorching sun also turned a light purple color.

The Heavenly Thunder of Nine Suns appeared once again, and the pill furnace actually began to tremble!