This is a terrifying scene. The golden little man is exactly the same as Wang Dong, just like a miniature version, but in the hand of the golden little man is dragging a drop of liquid, which is the condensed spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius.
Wang Dong was dumbfounded. He worked hard, but in the end all the spiritual energy gathered into only a drop of liquid. This was too hurtful, but that was the fact.
The little golden man seemed to have a spirit. He raised his little hand, opened his mouth and swallowed the drop of liquid under Wang Dong's horrified eyes.
Wang Dong's heart skipped a beat, and he felt nervous for a while. This was a collection of spiritual energy from a radius of ten miles, compressed into such a size. If the night bead exploded accidentally, it could level at least five miles in an instant, and the golden villain actually Swallowed like this.
Wang Dong didn't know what to say. Although the Creation Martial Spirit was his Martial Spirit, he was currently in the realm of a martial artist. He had only reached the level of awakening the Zi Mansion, and his use of the Martial Spirit was only superficial. , completely unable to control the golden villain.
Generally, the awakening of Zifu is in the realm of martial arts, but most people can only warm it up in their bodies and cannot be summoned to fight.
Although the martial spirit has always belonged to oneself, establishing an indelible bond with the martial spirit requires a higher realm, at least the realm of martial master can achieve it.
At that time, Wuhun could lead people to fight, and could control Zifu, soaring people's combat power. Therefore, there was a huge gap between the realm of the Venerable and the realm of the martial artist. This hurdle was greater than any other major realm in the past. All are difficult.
But under normal circumstances, neither Wu Zun nor Wu Zong would use martial souls to fight, because it is too dangerous, especially if the martial souls are released from the Purple Mansion, the result will be that their souls will be scattered if anything goes wrong.
This is actually the bottom line. Once a battle reaches this level, it will usually be a fight to the death.
Wang Dong has a deep understanding of this truth, so he is completely helpless when looking at the movements of the Creation Martial Spirit. He just hopes that it will not kill him, otherwise he will have to ascend to heaven with him, and he will die unjustly.
Fortunately, what he was worried about did not happen. The golden man sat as firmly as a bell without any adverse reactions, and he did not feel any discomfort.
After a period of time, he suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his heart was like a lightning strike. Then an unparalleled power fed back from the golden man and spread to every inch of his body.
This was just the beginning, and then another force rushed out and was absorbed into the whole body.
In this way, Wang Dong gritted his teeth and persisted at the beginning, and then rolled on the ground in pain. The golden villain continued to have power feedback from his body, washing his body, and getting stronger and stronger, and in the end it even shook him. He vomited black blood.
But Wang Dong also felt the changes. Every impact was like a baptism. Although it was painful, he could feel that every inch of his body was strengthening and every bloodline was broadening.
"This is marrow cleansing!" Wang Dong exclaimed. In the last two blows, he not only vomited black blood, but black blood oozed out all over his body. He finally understood it, and at the same time he also understood the reversal of the heaven-level martial spirit again. The place of heaven.
To be precise, this is the unparalleled thing about heaven-level martial souls. No matter how strong the talent is, there are bottlenecks, and it requires more experience, because the state of mind cannot be compensated by talent.
And the speed of cultivation is not exclusive to heaven-level martial souls. The cultivation speed of those with quasi-heaven level or even earth-level souls is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the gap between him and him is not insurmountable.
"I understand, I know how the road reform will proceed in the future!" Wang Dong was excited for a moment. In that moment, he finally knew how he could become the Wuzong in three years, the seemingly impossible thing.
The true power of a heaven-level martial spirit lies in its marrow cleansing, which intensifies the baptism of the body, the purple palace, and even the soul infinitely, until it finally approaches perfection.
The premise of all this is endless spiritual energy. As long as the Tianji Martial Soul's need for spiritual energy is met, it will continue to evolve.
This may be impossible for others, but it is perfect for him, because he has the power of devouring, and he can do it in the blink of an eye by raising his hand to accumulate and absorb spiritual energy that would otherwise require a lot of time and energy.
"This is a shortcut to the sky!" Wang Dong looked deeply. Although he was deeply uneasy, he still decided to walk along the road to the sky without hesitation, because he didn't have much time to think about it.
Three years is too short for a cultivator. The time flies by in a blink of an eye, and it may be just the moment when you open your eyes and close them.
On this day, Tian Wangdong sat cross-legged and motionless. He thought of a lot, the past of Sword Soul, the pain of Guihaizong, and the people waiting for his return at Yushou Villa.
He even thought about why all the duels between the Creation Martial Spirit and the Natural Enemy Devouring Martial Spirit ended in failure, because not only were they incompatible, but also because of this shortcut, but now it was finally the Creation Martial Spirit's turn.
Days and nights passed, and the originally towering red stone forest collapsed after being swept away by the wind and sand. And after all this time, this place still had no aura at all, as if it had really turned into a dead place.
"Uh-huh!"
Suddenly, the figure sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, and two rays of light flashed past. Then his eyes loomed, his power was restrained, and everything became calm again.
"Level 4 martial artist!"
Wang Dong clenched his fists. Everything was as expected. Every baptism was an improvement. What he had to do now was to take advantage of the period of digestion of the martial soul to continuously consolidate himself and expand his achievements.
Through this time, he also recognized his own shortcomings. Although the martial soul of creation can cleanse the marrow and reborn, his physical body was too weak, and he was almost unable to withstand the spiritual energy that he had absorbed crazily.
"The martial soul cluster itself is a kind of strengthening of the physical body. I need a lot of elixirs to warm and nourish myself, so that the effect of each marrow cleansing can be maximized!" Wang Dong secretly said.
At the same time, he also felt that there seemed to be another kind of power in his body. This kind of thing was inexplicable. Looking at the weathered red stone forest and the river that had turned into stagnant water, he vaguely understood it.
He didn't have time to think too much. He had been away for nearly two days this time. Dabeard and the others must have started to worry. He had to rush back as soon as possible, but when he found Shenxingju, he was dumbfounded. It turned into a pile of withered bones. , which further strengthened the previous idea that the evil devouring technique should not be used easily.
There was no need for the Divine Move Kumaou to move, so he directly used Shunpo to rush forward, which was regarded as a kind of practice. He felt that there was still improvement beyond Shunpo, but he tried countless times and failed.
"Beyond Shunpo should be Shunpo. That is the ultimate speed. How can we break through the limit?" Wang Dong was thinking while walking quickly on Shunpo. He had thought about this question more than a hundred times, but unfortunately he still had no answer. .
"Boom!"
Suddenly, he was startled, and his figure instantly hid behind a stone forest. At the same time, he opened up the sword space and hid in. The terrifying power just now made him immediately judge that he was invincible.
"boom!"
Another loud bang, closer this time!
"So strong!" Wang Dong changed his expression. There was a fight in front of him, and there were countless unparalleled waves rushing towards this side at high speed.
He raised his eyes and saw a few black shadows appearing on the horizon, and then quickly enlarged, and they were in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Is it him?" Wang Dong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he never expected to meet this person.
This man was covered in blood, with several thick chains on his body, and a long knife attached to his back. He was the farmer who sold ten gambling stones by himself in the gambling stone shop.
But unlike the cold and murderous atmosphere of Gambling Stone Square, Nong Ji was holding a woman in his arms at this time, his eyes filled with infinite tenderness.
"Whizzing!"
As Nong Ji stopped, sounds of breaking through the air suddenly came one after another, and several figures quickly surrounded Nong Ji.
"Tsk tsk... Who would have thought that the dignified murderer Nong Ji would actually die because of a woman? If the news spreads, many people probably won't believe it, right?"
Others also laughed. They had indeed seized the opportunity, an almost impossible opportunity. Originally, they had doubts about this information, but now it doesn't matter. As long as Nong Ji takes this woman with him, he will He might survive, and Nong Ji had already proved through his life along the way that he would not let go of that woman even if he died.
"Nongji, you're going to die, don't you want to say something?" Someone else spoke.
Nong Ji seemed not to know the existence of these people at all. Even though the wounds on his body were bleeding continuously, there was no reaction. In his eyes, he only saw the woman in his arms.
"Ji, let me go, kill them all, don't leave any one alive!" The woman in Nong Ji's arms said weakly.
Nong Ji shook his head, but his gaze remained the same!
A drop of tear fell, and the woman cried. She held Nong Ji's neck and looked at him dreamily: "I am the one who got involved. None of these people are your opponent, even if we join forces!"
There was a slight hint of hatred in the woman's voice. She wanted to stand up and kill everyone with Nong Ji like before, but in the end, the Erwen Zunhun Dan was still one step away, and her efforts were in vain. New injuries, no way to save him.
"Haha, you're right, big sister. We really wouldn't dare touch this murderous maniac without you. We really want to thank you!"
The group of people suddenly laughed: "Nongji's head is worth thousands of gold, this time our brothers will have nothing to worry about for the rest of their lives, hahaha..."
"Crash..."
Suddenly, Nong Ji moved and pulled out the big sword from behind. The big sword was scarlet red with two dazzling black lines. He suddenly let go with the sound of chains and disappeared in an instant like a hundred-step flying sword.
"Keng!"
The big sword was nailed to a tall stone forest, sparks flew out, and a few drops of blood slid down the blade, making a ticking sound on the ground.
(End of chapter)