In a dimly lit alley, hundreds of snakes of various shapes and sizes crawled here stealthily one after another, gathered and entangled together, gradually forming a human shape.
A black robe appeared out of nowhere on him, covering his entire body, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
"There was a serious error in estimating the combat power... Two snake servants are simply not enough."
He said with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"The most important thing is that he is not just a martial artist... His ability to cover his entire body like armor makes it impossible for me to use the poison."
"Damn An Luping, the local dog from the outer ring is unreliable. The information he provided is crappy and not accurate at all."
He gritted his teeth.
"Forget it, I'll go back and report first. The Son of God should be able to understand my difficulties..."
…
“Dongdong—”
Ning Yuantai, who was watching a short video on his bracelet in the SUV, heard a knock on the window. He quickly turned off the video and turned around to look.
"Brother Xue!"
He said hello, opened the car door and got out.
Only then did he see that Xue Jing was holding a strange corpse in his hand.
"Hmm? Brother Xue, what is this?"
Ning Yuantai asked in confusion.
"The one who suddenly appeared and attacked me just now seems to be a member of a foreign cult called 'Dragon Cult'."
Xue Jing said casually.
"This man died of poisoning. I was wondering if we could analyze the poison in his body and come up with an antidote?"
Ning Yuantai's eyes were serious: "In broad daylight, in front of everyone, they actually dared to attack you in the street. These pagans are really fucking rebellious."
Xue Jing looked up at the dark night and said nothing.
"It should be possible. The equipment at the Zhige base is quite complete." Ning Yuantai said, walking to the back of the car and opening the trunk.
"Brother Xue, just put him here."
After Xue Jing did as he was told, Ning Yuantai closed the trunk.
The two got in the car and started it. Amid the monster-like roar of the engine, the car drove out of the parking lot and headed towards the Zhige base.
On the way, Ning Yuantai asked curiously:
"Brother Xue, why did the Dragon Cult attack you?"
Xue Jing glanced at the cat, thought for a moment, and said, "This is a long story, and it's hard to explain for now."
Hearing this, Ning Yuantai wisely stopped asking further questions and changed the subject to talk about something else.
While chatting, Xue Jing opened the skill panel.
[Possessing Divinity: 2163]
The two recipients of the Dragon Cult provided him with nearly 1,200 points of divinity.
'It's similar to what the Flower God Society provided. I forgot the name.'
Xue Jing thought to himself.
The business of being a gift recipient is indeed as big as that of receiving divine relics...
Unfortunately, unlike the last time when he activated [Plant Contract] by absorbing the stigmata of the recipient of the Flower God Society, this time no new divine skills were activated.
"Is it that the stigmata of these two snakemen recipients do not meet the conditions for activation? Or... "
Xue Jing glanced at the [Dragon Horn] on the panel.
"The divine skills that can be activated in them, I have already activated them before?"
"Never mind. Being able to absorb divine energy is an unexpected great gain."
Xue Jing closed the panel happily.
This time, the Dragon Cult's sudden attack felt like a gift to him.
In addition to divinity, he also gained something else from it...
Thinking about the battle just now, in which he used the Forgotten Greatsword as a carrier to perform "Perfect Match" and "Full Moon Sakura", Xue Jing couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"Could it be that this is the true use of Bingji? Or is it a sign that Bingji is about to be sublimated?"
"Not being bound by the external form of the weapon in hand, using one weapon to defeat ten thousand?"
"Dugu Qiubai claims that grass, wood, bamboo, and stone can all be turned into swords... If my idea is true, then wouldn't it be possible to pull a blade of grass out of the ground and lift it as if it were heavy, and use it as a giant sword?"
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Chapter 235 Xue Jing's promise to Mao Mao, a hundred stitches, terrifying progress (4K)
Stop the war base.
The off-road vehicle slowly stopped at the door of the villa where Xue Jing lived.
"Thank you for troubling me all day, Yuantai."
After Xue Jing got off the car, he smiled at Ning Yuantai.
"Look at what you are saying. I'm happy if I can help you. There are so many people who want to help but don't have the chance." Ning Yuantai waved his hand, with a bit of smugness on his face.
Xue Jing patted his shoulder and said, "Don't say that. I have seen everything you have done for me these days. I recognize you as my friend. As long as you need me, I will help you in the future."
Ning Yuantai was so moved that he almost cried: "Brother Xue, I have gained something in my life with your words!"
Xue Jing: “…”
…
Ning Yuantai soon drove away happily, shaking his head, even swaying from side to side, in a way that could give a traffic policeman high blood pressure. He went straight to the laboratory building to hand over the snake man corpse that Xue Jing had asked him to give to the researchers for testing.
Back in the villa, Xue Jing took a two-liter bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and drank it all in one gulp without changing his expression the whole time, as if he was just drinking a glass of water.
"What a pity, we didn't catch him alive this time, so we can't ask Yunqin for any news."
Putting the empty bottle into the trash can, Xue Jing sat on the sofa and spoke.
The cat jumped onto his lap and squatted down, its furry tail swinging back and forth, occasionally scratching Xue Jing's chin, bringing a soft touch.
She was silent for a while, then sighed:
"The child has not contacted me until now. Either he is imprisoned or he is dead."
"I am prepared for the worst..."
Xue Jing touched her head and comforted her:
"Don't worry, if she is still alive, I will definitely rescue her. If she is gone, let the entire Dragon Cult be buried with her."
A faint platinum light bloomed, Xue Jing's arms sank, and the cat turned into a human form.
Ning Fengwan blinked her narrow and long eyes, which usually looked heroic and strong but now seemed a little weak, and sat on Xue Jing's thighs, gently burying her head in Xue Jing's arms.
"If Yunqin dies, then you will be all I have left..."
Because of the posture, a muffled, tender girl's voice came from my arms, inexplicably soft.
Xue Jing smiled, gently stroked her smooth and white back, and said softly:
"I'm not going to die, and you'll never be alone."
Hearing this, Ning Fengwan buried her head deeper and said in dissatisfaction:
"Don't say something like that that sounds like you're setting a flag."
She stretched out her arms and hugged Xue Jing tightly.
"besides… "
“You must do what you say.”
Xue Jing thought about it, then hesitantly continued: "Uh... Is this my way of ninja?"
Ning Fengwan had a blank expression on her face: "Can you please stop ruining the atmosphere? This is really the second dimension."
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In the consciousness simulation space.
On the big stage of the super arena, Xue Jing, holding the giant sword of oblivion, stood opposite Zhou Yinglin.
He raised the huge sword with one hand, as if he was holding a nine-foot spear. With a focused look in his eyes, he and Zhou Yinglin rushed towards each other at the same time.
“Swish, swish, swish!!”
Amid the whistling sound of the air current, Xue Jing was pierced into a pile of minced meat by the torrent of gun shadows.
After restoring his body, Xue Jing reappeared on the scene and thought:
“… Not really. I can’t find the same feeling I had last night.”
Early this morning, after he woke up, he immediately entered the consciousness space, wanting to continue to study in depth the idea of "military attack" that he had last night.
However, he tried many times, but could not use the Forgotten Greatsword as a carrier to successfully perform "Perfect Match" or "Full Moon Sakura" like he did last night.
It seemed as if the scene yesterday was just an extraordinary performance that occurred in a flash of inspiration.
"Forget it. If you can't do it, then the time has not come yet."
Xue Jing shook his head, and with a thought, the giant sword in his hand broke into countless small pixels, which then rotated and combined together to form a nine-foot alloy spear.
After a slight hesitation, Xue Jing stepped forward, holding the gun in his right hand, turned into an afterimage, and stabbed towards Zhou Yinglin.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
With extremely complex energy flowing through his body, Xue Jing fired six perfect shots in an instant... and then at the seventh shot, there was a pause and it got stuck for a moment.
This flaw was keenly caught by Zhou Yinglin, who launched a counterattack instantly, and Xue Jing was once again submerged in the torrent of gun shadows.
The seamless use of energy is extremely complex and changeable, requiring not only meticulous control of the body, but also mental consciousness to perform calculations of quite terrifying magnitude.
This is of sheer difficulty, and there is no shortcut to it. It can only be accomplished through repeated practice and rote memorization, engraving its infinite variations into one's physical instincts and the depths of one's consciousness.
"Come again."
Xue Jing reappeared on the scene and continued to walk towards Zhou Yinglin.
Xue Jing spent the entire morning practicing Perfect Fit.
Stop and rest when you feel your mental strength is running low, and continue after you've rested.
The intensity of his practice was ridiculously high, and his efficiency was naturally terrifying. By noon, when he felt that his mental strength was overdrawn and he could no longer practice, he had already made great progress.
There are five levels of Perfect Seamless, and 'One Needle and Ten Threads' is the entry level. A spear can have more than ten variations, which is equivalent to the ultimate move of ordinary martial arts schools.
This level is not difficult to reach, at least not for Xue Jing. He was able to do it when he was stabbed to death by Zhou Yinglin when he "tested the law with his own body" for the first time.
According to his estimation, even an average martial artist with average talent would only need one or two months of hard practice to master the "One Needle, Ten Threads" technique.
However, if you want to fire a second shot right away, the difficulty starts to increase exponentially.
Each shot must conform to the changes of the previous shot while deriving its own changes to achieve a perfect match with the previous shot, seamless harmony, and without the slightest flaw.
Therefore, every additional shot in Perfect Match is a remarkable improvement, and each shot is more difficult than the last.
Even if an ordinary martial artist practices for a lifetime, it would be difficult to reach the level of "Ten Needles and a Hundred Threads" with ten spears.
This is purely a hard limit on qualifications. If you can't do it, you can't do it. Your physical strength can't be subtle enough, and your mental consciousness and calculation ability can't keep up. No matter how hard you practice, it will be useless.
This is one of the most talent-intensive martial arts schools in the world today.
After 'ten stitches and a hundred threads', there are 'a hundred stitches and a thousand threads', 'a thousand stitches and ten thousand threads', and even the most difficult one, which has only been achieved by one person in the entire old martial arts circle so far - seamless.
The difficulty of reaching each level is more than a hundred or a thousand times that of the previous level.
This is also the reason why Zhou Yinglin, who reached the level of "Ten Needles and a Hundred Threads" at the young age of sixteen or seventeen, is so popular.
It is generally acknowledged in the old martial arts circle that he is likely to reach the level of "Thousand Needles and Ten Thousand Threads" within ten years, and after twenty or thirty years, he may be able to regain the glory of the Spear Saint and become the second top martial artist to reach the level of perfect martial arts.