Chapter 433
Chapter 433
It looked in terror at the approaching blade. It came along the path it had taken, and along the way, the remaining spiritual energy in its meridians, which was used to "welcome the king's army with food and drink," was all integrated into this massive offensive.
Wherever the longsword passed, the acupoints and major meridians that it had just conquered and nourished all lost control. The sweeping sword wind was like a whisper of death, gently saying in "its" ear: "You were just cleaved by the tip of the sword, didn't you know?"
How similar the forms are! When it came to organizing layers of obstruction, the spiritual power that was dispatched dissipated like snowflakes.
The dragon soul roared uneasily. The area that had felt gentle just moments before was now engulfed in smoke and fire. Looking back, above its sea of consciousness, the faintly visible soul emanated both coldness and warmth. These two contradictory feelings constantly ground down its courage, like two giant millstones approaching it. An indescribable fear arose spontaneously.
The power controlled by the Dragon Soul is gradually spiraling out of control. It tries its best to gather all the power around itself, while the other areas are like a defeated army, turning into chaotic power currents that are constantly destroying the surrounding meridians.
This was not yet a desperate situation; the lofty sea of consciousness was like a giant dragon banner, constantly tempting it.
It roared.
Everything here was given by it!
Without it, this frail body would never have been able to embark on the path of cultivation; it is the greatest contributor!
It was the most powerful non-royal king in this body, who raised an army and settled in the most prosperous and fertile economic center, looking north towards the capital, greedily gazing at the highest throne of power.
This is not a chivalrous act of an assassin striking down a hawk in the palace; this is a feudal lord vying for supremacy in the Central Plains!
A giant dragon of spiritual energy immediately surged upwards, marching towards the sea of consciousness.
A mighty force was preparing for a desperate fight, but it hid behind, and further behind.
From the dragon's head, move forward to the dragon's body, and finally to the dragon's tail.
The closer it gets to the sea of consciousness, the closer it is to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.
Unclaimed souls have a natural fear of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, but once it breaks through the sea of consciousness and kills the human soul, it will no longer be unclaimed.
The reason it attacks the dantian first and then breaks through the sea of consciousness is precisely this. If it attacks the sea of consciousness first, then Zhong Ming will definitely fight to the death. The Myriad Soul Banner is not like other treasures. It houses countless souls. If its master dies, the main soul within it, similar to a weapon spirit, will immediately gain freedom. At that time, the first thing to be devoured will be the one beside the Myriad Soul Banner, this ownerless "wandering ghost".
Exhausted at that time, it certainly couldn't resist.
It first attacks the dantian, then seizes the spiritual root, devours the talent, and reverses the flow of spiritual power to irrigate the meridians. It is like a fish in water in the twenty major meridians of the entire body, and can completely control the body at any time. At the moment of Zhong Ming's death, it can immediately take control of the body. It will be a soul with a physical body.
At that time, the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls will simply have a new master and must submit to it!
It stared intently upwards, its spiritual energy surging from its abdomen to the top of its head. How would this strange human respond?
Zhong Ming's lips didn't curl up in response; it seems you've forgotten something.
Do you really think the brick I'm holding is just a brick?
The polished brick has been with the bell for a longer time, and its power is stronger. Today, it truly demonstrates the "suppression" aspect of the stabilizing element.
In the blink of an eye, it entered the body, its speed far exceeding that of the longsword dragon, reaching the sea of consciousness almost instantly.
It hung high above, and in less than half a breath, it began to fall rapidly as if it had lost its gravity.
An immense power, carrying a hatred as solid as iron, as towering as a mountain—it was you! It was you, dragon! You destroyed the entire town, your flesh and blood corrupted it!
The dragon was sandwiched between the giant brick and the longsword.
Heaven unleashed its killing intent, mountains crumbled, the earth cracked, and the five continents trembled.
The ground emanated a murderous intent, sword energy crisscrossed, and a fierce wind howled for ninety thousand miles.
Heaven and earth turned upside down, and murderous intent filled the fields.
At that moment, it had only one thought in its mind.
'It's over!!! We're completely surrounded by heaven and earth!!!'
What drove the dragon to despair even more was that the world turned upside down!
Throughout history, countless people have questioned the heavens, and heroes have chased stars and the moon like fish crossing a river, but no one has ever been heard of seeking the depths of the netherworld.
The earth is right beneath our feet, yet no one has ever tried to break through it, not even the most powerful earth magic immortals have ever explored its limits.
The moment the image of heaven and earth turning upside down takes shape, it is left with only one choice.
Sink into darkness, sink into even deeper darkness.
It decisively abandoned all spiritual power. As long as its body was not destroyed and as long as spiritual power still flowed within the dragon vein, it could still turn the tide.
Moreover, after this battle, the spiritual root was devoured and nourished by it, and all the meridians will transform into dragon veins to provide it with power, greatly accelerating its recovery speed.
Before leaving, it took a deep look at the cloud-shrouded sea of consciousness. Under the powerful pressure of the Myriad Souls Banner, it could vaguely see it. It was terrified, angry, incredulous, and began to laugh at his overestimation of his abilities.
No wonder, no wonder it's called the "Body Refining Technique"—it's what you're refining!
'The lofty gods cannot stop my resurrection, nor can you!' All the words I wanted to say were reduced to this one defiant roar.
It began to sink, this time to the deepest point, to a place where no one could find it. It would never risk surfacing again unless it felt it had recovered.
Two terrifying, devastating forces collided with the soulless remains of the giant dragon. The aftershocks of spiritual energy swept over Zhong Ming's entire body with tremendous force, possessing the grandeur to "cleanse the universe and sweep away all enemies in the world."
Zhong Ming carefully felt his body. His once strong physique had become weak and feeble. His muscles, which had been incredibly hard due to the nourishment of the dragon meat, had lost their former strength and were now limply hanging on his bones.
However, his meridians have become even more resilient, as the dragon soul has channeled all the hidden power within his flesh and blood into his meridians.
He hadn't had time to explore the specific changes in his meridians yet, because the spiritual power that had condensed into the giant dragon hadn't disappeared due to the great battle. It was like the collision of stones, which only caused the large stone to break into more small stones, without reducing the total amount of matter.
They are still there.
Swallow them.
Under Zhong Ming's command, all the spiritual energy in his body moved rapidly. The Body Refining Technique was activated, and large clumps of spiritual energy boiled as they approached the unclaimed fragments of spiritual energy. Like polishing bricks brushing across the surface of a treasure, the boiling spiritual energy began to assimilate these fragments of spiritual energy, ruthlessly devouring them.
At this moment, he truly reached the peak of Qi Refining.
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