Destiny is ashes

Chapter 317 Desperate Situation (33)

At this point, the outcome of the battle is no longer in doubt.

Every punch from He Wuchang was too strong for An Jing to block even if he used all his strength, and every palm from He Wuchang was enough to knock An Jing away even if he used all his strength.

With such a fierce attack, it would be meaningless even if An Jing used slow motion to respond when activating Zhitian.

In an instant, sunken scars appeared on An Jing's body. They were the result of his flesh and blood being torn and exploded by an overly fierce attack.

Blood flowed from An Jing's mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, mixing with rainwater and covering his cheeks.

But even so, An Jing was still looking for an opportunity and tried to punch back, but He Wuchang was extremely cautious. He used fist against fist, and the fierce impact caused An Jing's right fist to burst with blood and flesh, and the finger bones were exposed.

It was not until this time, in a battle that was ten times more intense than any martial artist could withstand, that An Jing was blasted out of his stance and hit by a punch from He Wuchang. He flew backwards, knocking down a wall, with half of his body buried in bricks and tiles.

【damn it……】

An Jing fell down, but He Wuchang sighed tiredly and looked in the direction where the boy fell with a look that was almost admiring: [What the hell is this monster...]

After An Jing seized the opportunity to smash the Blood Evil Dharma Body's head, He Wuchang realized that he no longer had any spare time.

It was An Jing who was forced into a desperate situation, but it was also him - He Wuchang, a real person at the peak of the Shenzang realm, who was forced to use 100% of his skills and concentration in a battle with a young and strong man.

Even though his bloody incarnation is not known for its strength, and does not have the blessing of many magical formations, he can also use the power of his destiny and the magical power of his body to practice magic... Even if it was a quarter of an hour ago, the one who killed He Wuchang would never have imagined that there was an inner strong man who could attack him head-on and even find an opportunity to kill him back!

And before that, this youngster even fought head-on and injured two martial arts masters!

Why? !

A junior, strong inside, who could match him in terms of skill... or even surpass him? Could he even really fight the Grandmaster?

How can this be possible?
Although he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, He Wuchang understood that reality would be more absurd than anything he imagined.

At least for now, he wins.

[I will never waste your talent and destiny, Jingxuan. In the past, I would never accept a person's soul to merge with me, even if this is the secret method of eating life, the original meaning of the secret technique of changing life and replacing life is the same.]

He Wuchang walked forward slowly, his tone full of emotion: [You will not die, you will become a part of me, a new 'me']

[This is incredible. I originally thought that I would never be allowed to merge with other people in this life. I didn’t expect that it was just because I didn’t meet someone good enough…]

At this point, He Wuchang's movements and thoughts suddenly paused. He fell into deep thought, and then suddenly realized: [So that's how it is. So this is the original intention of the ancient method of changing one's life to another's life]

[It’s a yearning]

[Because of yearning, because I want to become a better existence, I inherit his fate and become another person...]

He laughed loudly, wantonly and crazily: [This is the true meaning of the secret method! I understand it, I have completely comprehended it - Jingxuan, you are indeed my chance! ]

In the ruins, An Jing did not reply, but just breathed slowly.

He Wuchang took a step forward.

That's when.

Outside Kanming City, there are mountains for thousands of miles. A ray of dazzling light hangs in the air, breaking through the waterfall-like rain curtain, flowing against the sea of ​​clouds, and piercing the top of the sky!
At this moment, all the rain stopped falling, and the entire sky, all the mountain clouds, all the rain waves, all stopped in place.

Then...it turned into a mirror.

hum!
Above the sky, a huge Tianshui mirror hangs across the air, pushing away thousands of miles of sea of ​​clouds. It forms an extremely huge hole in the clouds, and the light from the sun makes the mirror surface shine extremely brightly.

It was not the real sun, but it was brighter than the sun covered by dark clouds.

“This is Master’s magical power…”

An Jing slightly opened his eyes, he looked up at the mirror light, but he did not feel any joy. Because he knew... if the master really used this extraordinary trump card, it meant that he was also pushed to the limit and could only give his all to fight against the invincible enemy.

Just like he is now.

【Bright, light, dust! 】

He Wuchang raised his head and looked at the Tianshui mirror. For a moment, he even forgot about Jingxuan on the side. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said happily: [You actually have a trump card...]

[But this is the end. Today, you and your apprentice will surely perish here! ]

And just as he was venting his fear and pleasure.

Silently, An Jing, who was lying in the ruins, struggled to stand up.

An Jing's condition has never been so bad.

Even when fleeing from famine, An Jing was merely hungry, but his flesh and blood still obeyed his commands, he was still able to muster the strength to kill the enemy, he was still able to stand up straight, catch prey, and walk across the snowfield... If his mother had not been injured, An Jing believed that he could get out of the northern border, he never doubted it.

But now, the bones of his right arm were almost completely shattered, and five ribs were broken, one of which was stuck in his lung and was slowly pulled out by him using his skillful force.

The shoulders, chest, abdomen, arms and other parts of the body that were used for blocking were almost beaten into mud. Under the blurred flesh and blood were pieces of bones shining with a platinum halo.

His body was almost dead, but in contrast, An Jing's soul was stronger than ever before.

and so.

In this state, he unprecedentedly reduced the time it takes to enter into tranquility using the [Emperor's Law] to just one breath.

He enters into stillness, perfect introspection.

Taibai Haoling's divine ban is operating.

When looking inward, a body that appears to be close to death is actually still full of life.

Just like He Wuchang's cursed blood body has no vital points, as a practice of Qi-refining cultivators, and even immortals and gods in ancient times, Taibai Haoling's Divine Prohibition undoubtedly has its own unique magical features that can allow practitioners to transcend the mundane and surpass the limits of the body.

Its source is the "divine prohibition" that connects the practitioner's entire body.

Even if the physical body is close to death, the divine prohibition will still operate endlessly - even if the practitioner's soul is destroyed, the divine prohibition in his body will still continue to operate until it is completely destroyed, even to the smallest corner.

Now, An Jing's body is constantly consuming its stored energy to reshape and condense.

In Taibai's forbidden seed and other bodies that have completed the divine ban, the legal ban flowed like water, rushing towards An Jing's wound.

Just like coagulated blood, countless tiny magical prohibitions condensed on the wounds on his body, which was broken and looked like a tattered rag doll, and then covered with a layer of platinum-colored film welded by molten iron.

It was not enough.

Even though An Jing has not been short of money recently, he has been consuming spirit beast meat day and night, eating and drinking to his heart's content and recuperating well, and the Shaoyang sword technique has gathered his essence. Most of these reserves have been used for cultivation, and not much is actually stored in his body.

Even Taibai Haoling's divine prohibition could not create something out of nothing and repair the body without essence.

It was not enough.

Unless...someone helps.

An Jing felt that there was a divine power like a clear spring in the emperor's blood, gushing out from the sea of ​​​​consciousness to the dantian, and from the dantian to the whole body.

That is the warm, peaceful, and most nourishing vitality.

It is the chance of resurrection and borrowing energy.

(End of this chapter)