The Horror of Infinite Reincarnation

Chapter 384: Tempering (II)

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98 rounds left? Meng Xiang almost cursed, but then a white light emerged from the ground, and Meng Xiang felt comfortable all over, just like being repaired by the Lord God in the Lord God Space, but the healing speed was a bit slow, and it took an hour for his body to fully recover.

During this time, the tiger-shaped monster stood like a statue, motionless, but the aura it emanated always infected Meng Xiang and prevented him from letting his guard down.

Meng Xiang finally understood that the so-called physical tempering is to constantly fight with powerful monsters. The strength of these monsters is almost as strong as his. Fighting in such an environment index may lose one's life at any time, so he must concentrate and fight with all his strength to have a chance to pass the danger.

What made Meng Xiang most depressed was that it took too long for his body to heal. The battle just now had taken an hour. If it took so long to heal after fighting each monster, then when he returned outside, Qin Shihuang might have achieved his ambition of conquering the world. But it was useless for him to think too much now, because the tiger-shaped monster had already started to act.

"Wow..." The tiger-shaped monster opened its mouth and pounced on him with great ferocity, with the nails of its two palms extended, piercing Meng Xiang's heart like two steel spikes...

How long did the battle last? Meng Xiang didn't know. When the voice of "tempering is over" rang in his ears, Meng Xiang was already sitting on the ground almost numbly. Unconsciously, he had adapted to the surrounding environment index and the increase in gravity, and he didn't feel it at all.

If he had not already trained his physique to the limit, Meng Xiang was convinced that his strength would have increased greatly. Because after 100 repairs, he already felt that the repairs here were different from those in the main god space.

The restoration of the main god space is like "recovery", it is the same as it was originally, without considering the increase of human energy, just like copying the human body first, and then filling in the missing parts when repairing. However, the healing here is more about speeding up metabolism, similar to Jiejuan's holy light healing, cooperating with the surrounding spiritual energy to speed up the reshaping of the body.

Practicing here is just like practicing in Huanhai's temple. After each practice, Huanhai will help bring out the potential of practice with the magic method of Lingguang Hadoken.

Before Meng Xiang could recover from the fierce battle, he heard another voice in his ears: "Second level, soul tempering."

Meng Xiang jumped up, full of energy. In the 100 rounds of fighting, even repairing his body took at least 100 hours. Counting the time of fighting, he stayed here for almost 5 days. What was the situation outside? What about his companions? Meng Xiang tried not to imagine. Now he had to finish the tempering as soon as possible and go back to fight with his companions.

Meng Xiang's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the white space in front of him gradually darkened. The next second, he felt as if his soul had left his body. He was aware that his body was starting to fly, but it was still standing still. He just watched his body getting farther and farther away from his consciousness...

When Meng Xiang regained consciousness, he was already in a huge and magnificent hall. The hall was magnificent with golden walls and four pillars rising from the middle and reaching upwards. He looked at his body and didn't feel anything unusual. Recalling the scene of his soul leaving his body just now, he was very curious, but at this moment, a familiar voice sounded beside him.

"Meng Xiang, I didn't expect that you didn't enter the spiritual world this time, but brought me out. Very good, I have never tried to stay in the real world. Now that I come out, I don't want to go back to the bound spiritual world."

Meng Xiang turned his head suddenly, and saw the demonized him standing beside him, looking at him with a grin.

"You... why did you come out? Am I in the spiritual world now?" Meng Xiang asked in astonishment, then looked up and confirmed that this hall was not an upside-down world.

"Don't be silly, can't you tell whether this is the spiritual world or not?" The inner demon said coldly, then waved his hands and feet gently, and said with satisfaction: "Although this place is not like the real world, but I feel very free after being freed from the constraints of your mind. If possible, I never want to return to the spiritual world again."

Meng Xiang felt a cold wind blowing in his nose. Just as he tried to resist, he was hit in the forehead by the inner demon's punch. His whole body flew horizontally for nearly 20 meters and hit the wall of the hall. However, despite such a violent impact, the wall was not damaged at all.

Meng Xiang was furious. He had fought with the inner demon for no less than a hundred times. Although he was familiar with his character, he did not expect him to attack before he finished speaking. Just as he was about to fight back, a voice rang in his ears again: "The tempering begins. Defeat the messenger of the Hell of Fire—the Flame Demon."

The inner demon said excitedly: "Flame Demon? Interesting, Meng Xiang, it looks like we have to stop fighting, because we are now in the same boat." His words showed that he also heard the words similar to those of the Lord God.

Before Meng Xiang could answer, he felt a stinging pain all over his body as if it was on fire. The whole hall was on fire like a furnace, and Meng Xiang had to deploy spiritual light defense.

However, he discovered a terrifying fact. No matter how he moved his spiritual energy, his spiritual defense could not be used at all. Meng Xiang endured the severe pain and looked at his inner demon. His face was distorted after being transformed into a demon, as if he was also experiencing the stinging pain of fire.

In the center of the four pillars of the hall, a huge octopus-like monster gradually appeared in front of Meng Xiang and Xin Mo. The octopus was golden all over, and the light it emitted was as dazzling as the sun. The temperature kept rising. Meng Xiang could not deploy spiritual light defense, and could only wrap his body with spiritual energy, trying his best to resist the difficult-to-defend high temperature.

This octopus is the Fire Demon.

The flames of the Flame Demon grew brighter and brighter, and the temperature rose higher and higher. Meng Xiang was still hesitating, but the Heart Demon had already thrown out a black spiritual bullet. The Heart Demon was a demonized soul, using demonic energy, which was essentially the same as spiritual energy, both of which were life energy of different species, but the color was black.

The spiritual bullet sank into the body of the Fire Demon, who was shaking all over. The flames from his body were concentrated in the center to fight against the spiritual bullet. The volume of the spiritual bullet became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into nothingness under the burning of the fire.

If even the Heart Demon's spiritual bullets couldn't destroy the Flame Demon, what other power could defeat the Flame Demon? Meng Xiang was secretly horrified, but he was caught off guard when the Flame Demon stretched out one of its claws, bound Meng Xiang's body at an incredible speed, and pulled him over.

Being tied up by one of the Fire Demon's claws, it felt like his body was being burned by a red-hot steel pillar. A "sizzling" sound came from outside his body. Meng Xiang could even smell the burnt smell. An indescribable pain arose spontaneously, and he couldn't help but groan loudly.

"Ka" the claws that bound Meng Xiang were cut off by a black light. The source of the attack was the spiritual sword condensed by demonic energy in the hands of the inner demon.

"Meng Xiang, even though I hate you, please don't die so soon. We are the same person. If you die, I can't live either." The inner demon said this in a strange and mocking tone, and Meng Xiang suddenly felt very ashamed. In the past, he was the one who saved people, but now he has become a burden to the inner demon, which has greatly frustrated his self-esteem.

The Inner Demon swung his spirit sword and pounced at the Flame Demon. Although his body was roasted and made a sizzling sound, he seemed to be getting more and more excited. He swung his spirit sword around and cut off the claws that were thrown at him one by one.

"Puff" the Heart Demon's spiritual sword had already slashed on the Flame Demon's round body, but unfortunately, his sword was like slashing on cotton, and it sank softly into the Flame Demon's body. Then a beam of fire burned the spiritual sword in the Heart Demon's hand, and the flames were like poisonous snakes, wrapping around the spiritual sword and spreading from the Heart Demon's heart and wrist to his entire body.

The muscles on the Inner Demon's face were wriggling and twisting, and he looked extremely painful. His entire body was surrounded by flames, but that did not stop his sword strikes. The demonic energy was transmitted to the spirit sword in an endless stream. The sword spirit, which had been burned smaller and smaller, gained reinforcement power and gradually expanded into a big sword. The big sword was pressed into the Flame Demon's body and continued to be burned by the flames.

Meng Xiang and the inner demon were originally the same person. The inner demon's words "We are the same person. If you die, I can't live either" troubled Meng Xiang. Should he save him or not? Meng Xiang saw the inner demon's face twisted by the pain of the fire, but he continued to attack the flame demon with his own evil spirit, and seemed to vaguely see his former self.

He suddenly had an urge to save his inner demon. Other reasons were secondary. The main reason was that he admired his inner demon.

Wasn't he the same as his inner demon once upon a time? He never gave up in the face of a strong enemy, risking his life for the sake of victory. That kind of heroic spirit seemed to have been gradually forgotten since he reached a bottleneck.

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