Chapter 1292: Refinery King Kettle

Qingfeng frowned when he saw the other self-cultivators' fear of the teakettle, he asked, "Puppy, what is this Refinery King Kettle, and why is everyone so afraid of it?"

Black Puppy grew concerned, and said, "Qingfeng be careful. The Refinery King Kettle is a rare treasure and it can engulf anyone below the Spirit King Realm and turn them into blood. This treasure is so powerful that no one could escape from it. It's said to be a treasure used by saints for alchemy."

Qingfeng was horrified when he heard Black Puppy's explanation.

Qingfeng didn't know what the Refinery King Kettle was before, but thanks to the Black Puppy, who was familiar about the entire ancient earth self-cultivation realm, he had a grasp of what it could do.

Qingfeng's expression grew grim, he never imagined that Binger Zhao would have a saint treasure. No wonder she looked down on him and said she could kill him.

"Ha ha ha, Qingfeng if you don't want to die, then kneel and beg for my mercy. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go." Binger Zhao roared in arrogant laughter with the Refinery King Kettle in her hand.

Binger Zhao, at this instant, was extremely happy, and she had no concerns for Qingfeng.

Although Qingfeng was physically more powerful than Binger Zhao, he was not aware that Binger Zhao had the Refinery King Kettle on her.

In the ancient era, the Refinery King Kettle was a saint's precious treasure, but now it was in Binger Zhao's possession.

Everyone around who saw this looked at Qingfeng with sympathy. As if Qingfeng would die in the next second in great brutality and agony.

"It's over, Qingfeng is doomed. Binger Zhao has the invincible Refinery King Kettle."

"That's right, unless a Spirit Emperor appears, no one will be Binger Zhao's match."

"Sigh, Qingfeng is very talented, whether in sword techniques or physical strength, he could defeat Binger Zhao. Sadly, he doesn't have a treasure on him to match hers."

The people around whispered as they discussed, they knew that Qingfeng was doomed, and would soon be killed by Binger Zhao. No one thought Qingfeng would survive.

The Wolf Fang Team members, Flower Fairy, Xianzhi Qin, and the others all listened to the discussions around them, and their faces filled with worry.

"Puppy, help Qingfeng," Daoist said to Black Puppy.

Black Puppy shook its head and said, "Even if it were me, I'm no match against the Refinery King Kettle. Unless I reach the Spirit Emperor Realm, I could never beat Binger Zhao."

When Daoist heard Black Puppy, he turned to look at the Sky-Devouring Snake beside them. But, the Snake shook its head as well; it was also not powerful enough.

Qingfeng heard Daoist and the others' worries, and said, "Don't worry, I've a plan."

Qingfeng knew the Refinery King Kettle was especially powerful, and he was no match against it. However, Qingfeng had the Fire Dragon in his mind, and the spirit of Dark Night Emperor in his long sword. These two were invincible powers, and naturally had ways to combat this Refinery King Kettle.

Qingfeng moved his mentality and said to the Dark Night Emperor, "Senior, Binger Zhao has the Refinery King Kettle, what should I do?"

Dark Night Emperor thought for a moment and said, "Qingfeng, the Kettle is extremely powerful, it is called a saint treasure for a reason. But if you want to defeat it, it has to be internally not externally."

Qingfeng shook his head in confusion, and continued, "Senior, I'm standing here now, how can I beat it internally?"

Dark Night Emperor laughed and said, "Very easy, wait until Binger Zhao sucks you into the inside of the Kettle, then I'll teach you how to destroy the Kettle from within. Then you can defeat Binger Zhao."

Qingfeng nodded with hints of joy. He had faith in Dark Night Emperor.

If someone told Qingfeng to enter the Kettle, he would definitely refuse, but Dark Night Emperor was Qingfeng's ancestor, and would never harm him.

Qingfeng was calm as he looked at Binger Zhao on the other side, and said, "Is your Kettle powerful? I don't think so, I'm just standing here, so what can you do?"

Qingfeng lifted his head to look at the sky as he spoke, as if he didn't care about Binger Zhao at all, and this pissed her off.

Binger Zhao's face grew grim, and her eyes became cold. She said coldly, "Qingfeng, since you want to die, then I'll grant you this wish. I'll suck you into the Refinery King Kettle and turn you into a puddle of blood."

"Really? You're able to do that? I want to see if this Kettle of yours truly is as powerful as the legend says, is it really a saint's weapon?" Qingfeng waved his hands in ignorance and denounced Binger Zhao extremely arrogantly.

Now all the self-cultivators around looked at Qingfeng with strange looks, they thought Qingfeng had turned dumb or was intellectually impaired. How could he ignore Binger Zhao's Refinery King Kettle?

Dude, this Refinery King Kettle was used by saints, and had turned king level self-cultivators into blood, thought all the self-cultivators.

"Qingfeng, there was a ninth level Spirit King who was liquefied by the kettle. Watch out." Mengyao Fu said to Qingfeng mentally.

Qingfeng's expressions grew cold with surprise when he heard Mengyao Fu.

He didn't understand why this woman would send him a telepathic message to warn him.

However he was sure that he had never met Mengyao Fu, and didn't know who she was. Why did she help him?

Mengyao Fu gave Qingfeng no chance to respond, and after the mental message was delivered, she immediately turned to avoid eye contact with Qingfeng.

Qingfeng's eyes grew cold. He had felt Mengyao Fu's strangeness, as if she was hiding things from him. It was a very odd yet familiar feeling.

However, Mengyao Fu sent the message mentally, so only she and Qingfeng knew, and no one else heard.

If others heard that the beauty of the Talisman Emperor sect, Mengyao Fu, was helping Qingfeng, they would be greatly shocked.

Qingfeng looked at Mengyao Fu again with a strange look, and then walked towards Binger Zhao. He had to enter into the kettle intentionally in order to defeat it.

"Qingfeng today is your day to die. Let's see how arrogant you are after death." Binger Zhao opened the cap of the kettle, called out Qingfeng Li's name, and tossed the Refinery King Kettle into the air.

The Refinery King Kettle grew to the size of two bathtubs as it flew.

From the opening on top of the Refinery King Kettle, a ray of black light shot out and, with a massive suctioning force, immediately sucked Qingfeng in.