After glanced at Xiao Yang, the real body of consciousness took a step forward, looked at the thousand-pound cauldron on the ground with interesting interest, and said lightly: "I thought something was stumping you. It turned out to be such a small thing! By the way, your strength is weak enough. Even if you can't pick up this thing, I'll embarrass you!"

When Xiao Yang heard this, he really wanted to beat up his true consciousness.

Did he let the true body of consciousness come out to help?

After hearing this, Yu Haoyuan frowned, and a look of worry flashed across his face, and realized that things were likely to change.

The real body of consciousness only smiled lightly, then looked at Yu Haoyuan, and smiled playfully, "You are picking up this little thing and putting it in your hand for a minute, right?"

Yu Haoyuan swallowed a mouthful and nodded in a daze.

He had been observing the cultivation of the true body of this consciousness, but was frightened to find that even he could not see the cultivation of this consciousness.

The playful smile on the face of the real consciousness body became stronger. With a light pinch of two fingers, he easily picked up the thousand-pound cauldron that weighed ten thousand pounds, and then placed it in the palm of his hand, effortlessly.

He even slammed his palms twice and laughed: "I'm so embarrassed to take out such a light thing. It's really embarrassing for your rebirth door!"

Yu Haoyuan was shocked and petrified at this time, with his eyes wide open, as if he had no eye sockets, and he swallowed his saliva continuously.

"This...how is this possible?"

He said in great panic.

This thousand-jin tripod was like a light cotton ball in Xiao Yang's real body's hands. This was something he had never seen. Even his master seemed a little difficult to pick up the thousand-jin tripod at that time.

Luoshan was also stunned. He really didn't understand why such a powerful soul was hidden in Xiao Yang's body, so why was he almost died under the hands of the True God of A Sanguo? Xiao Yang also looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and was extremely surprised.

How could he have thought that the infused consciousness would be so strong?

"Okay! I'll give you this thing back!"

The True God of Consciousness easily threw the thousand-pound cauldron to Yu Haoyuan.

When Yu Haoyuan saw the Qianjin Cauldron flying over, how could he dare to take the initiative with his strength? He hurriedly dodged to the side.

Bang--

The Thousand-Kiln Cauldron fell beside him, and the lower stone steps were shattered.

Yu Haoyuan was startled and sweated coldly, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"Now we can leave! Little guy!"

The real consciousness smiled jokingly, without looking at Yu Haoyuan at all, walked straight past him and said.

Then he and Luoshan continued to walk upwards, and Xiao Yang hurriedly followed.

Yu Haoyuan stood still like a sculpture, staring at the Qianjin Cauldron under his feet for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

Luoshan walked beside the real body of consciousness and asked curiously: "You are so powerful, why didn't you come out of A Sanguo before?"

"this……"

Conscious body scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "With you present, I don't need to take action!"

Luoshan nodded thoughtfully.

Xiao Yang walked at the end with his hands in his pockets, his eyes never left his body of consciousness. He really didn't know that the true body of consciousness could be separated from his body, so why did he still have to rely on his body?

The three of them walked up not far, and two disciples from the rebirth gate blocked the three of them.

"Big Brother, Second Brother!"
Chapter completed!