Lingzhang

Chapter 82: Driving Sublimation
It's late at night, but people can't sleep.

In the gloomy main room, Xu Shijin, who had just returned from the courtyard gate, no longer cared about the gloomy environment or the threat of the so-called "death air".

He was standing in disbelief before the three corpses that had shriveled up to the size of skeletons.

Looking at the dull and lusterless medicinal oil that accelerates the corrosion of the skin, it looks like the black "blood ink" imprinted on the bones.

In fact, with the failure of these three skeletons, the number of sixty-six thirty-six, the ultimate negative number that can reach the sky, has been broken, and the "momentum" gathered by the Youquan ritual has also been broken.

The deathly aura that carried all the poison that harmed living people had long since dissipated. What lingered in the main room at this moment was only the pure coldness of death and the stench emanating from the three corpses that had suddenly mutated.

At this moment, anyone could notice that such a change itself was inconsistent with the expected effect of the Youquan Ritual.

So, Xu Shijin looked down at the three skeletons, then looked up at the old man in black robe who was standing behind the wooden table, holding the remaining thirty-three stacks of yellow talisman paper, and looked somewhat at a loss.

"Failed?"

Under the black robe, the old man's voice was no longer as high-spirited and stylish as before.

He became awkward and hesitant, and when he spoke, he still had a look of confusion as if he was doubting his life.

"Probably... failed."

He seemed to have to admit it reluctantly, and then the old man in black robe became a little agitated, as if he really wanted Xu Shijin to understand that the failure was not his fault.

"I have set up the formation, drawn the seal script, chanted the incantation, burned the incense, and then mobilized the power of the sea of ​​​​dao. All these steps were correct and received the expected response.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't fail. It should succeed a hundred times out of a hundred attempts. There shouldn't be any surprises here!
When I failed for the first time, I still thought it was an accident, but... but when it happens again and again, with this result, failure itself is no longer an accident.

Or, someone has plotted against me and invisibly changed my memory, so that the Youquan Ceremony itself is fake!

Or... there is something wrong with these corpses, a big problem!"

When Xu Shijin heard the old man in black robe say this, he sighed for no reason.

He just felt an itch on his forehead.

The itch was so severe that it made him angry!
He no longer just rubbed the scar vigorously, but instead used the tip of his hardest nails to scratch the scar very hard.

Soon, that extremely thin layer of skin turned extremely red and was scratched by Xu Shijin.

Bright red blood flowed out, flowing down his fingertips onto his hands; most of it streaked across Xu Shijin's cheek and quickly soaked his collar.

But Xu Shijin seemed not to notice the flow of blood, nor felt the pain of his skin being torn.

He even pushed his hand forward with force, as if he wanted to leave the bloody handprint on the black-robed old man through the air.

Then, the old man's nagging and timid voice suddenly stopped.

"Okay, okay, we failed. You think it's not your fault, but the problem of these corpses. I get it, but I still want to know, what about those souls?
Didn’t you say that all the previous steps, up to the step of arousing the Dao Sea, had responses?
Where did the souls you led go?"

silent.

There was a moment of silence, and the eerie and gloomy environment finally created an extremely oppressive feeling for the old man in black robe.

He felt his throat tighten, and when he spoke again, his voice became hoarse unconsciously.

"do not know."

Xu Shijin's tone suddenly rose by three points.

"do not know?!"

The old man in black robe threw the stack of talisman papers in his hand onto the wooden table as if to throw away a broken jar.

"Logically speaking, souls are exchanged for one another, and now the souls that have been brought in should be nurtured in the 'coffin' and 'soul nutrition warehouse' made of this corpse.

The problem now is that it is highly likely that the souls in these corpses have gone somewhere. Then according to the usage of the Nether Spring Ritual, the souls that have been guided will naturally go to where the remaining souls are.

One, two, three, three corpses in a row all had problems. I suspected that these thirty-six corpses were soulless bodies, so after a series of failures, I dared not try again.

Let’s go back and look for it according to the map. It may be on the road, or in the funeral home, or…”

The old man in black robe did not continue speaking, but just shook his head.

This silence obviously means the result of something that is unspeakable.

So Xu Shijin scratched the wound even harder.

"Okay, I'll investigate. So what's next? Now that the Nether Spring Ceremony has failed, what should we do next?"

Hearing this, the old man in black robe looked at Xu Shijin tentatively.

"Can you bring in thirty-six more bodies?"

Hearing this, Xu Shijin seemed to really think about it seriously for a moment, and then he shook his head helplessly.

"No." Then, the old man in black robe spread out his hands as if giving up.

"Then we can only use force when the time comes, skipping the step of using the corpse to warm the soul, and go straight to the point of leading the soul and bringing it back to life on the spot."

Even a martial arts practitioner like Xu Shijin, who had not yet been exposed to too many secrets of the supernatural realm, could still sense the haste of such an arrangement.

"So... what's the success rate? Isn't it really too hasty?"

Hearing this, the old man in black robe showed off even more, and even showed a rare sense of relaxation on his body.

"What else can I do? Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to make the best of it."

It was clear that the entire scar had been scratched by Xu Shijin's sharp nails, but at this moment, hearing the words of the old man in black robe, he only felt the blood rushing up, and the unbearable itchy feeling almost penetrated into his bones.

He took a deep breath.

Even Xu Shijin felt that he should be angry.

Just think about it, I have been busy all this time and done so many things, but in the end, the final Youquan ceremony ended up in such a mess.

Idiot teammates, all of them are idiot teammates!
This family will break up without me!
This gang is over for me without it!
But it seemed that it was precisely because he thought of so much, and so many emotions surged in his mind, that for no reason, Xu Shijin actually extinguished his own anger.

He became calm, calm to the point of being numb.

It was only at this moment that he took out a piece of silk from his pocket and pressed the bleeding wound.

"Then let's do it."
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In the corner of the deserted courtyard, Yue Hanzhang held her head high, like a woman waiting for her husband, and waited for a long, long time.

Just now, the flowing lights in the sky condensed into portals one after another in mid-air.

Purple-gold spiritual light was constantly being drawn out from the illusory world behind the portal, and then under the resonance of the mechanical brain, it became the electrical energy of the mechanical brain, becoming a new activated seal, and becoming one of Yue Hanzhang's genius qualities.

And as everything became brand new, Yue Hanzhang's multi-threaded roaring music successfully leaped to a higher level and evolved to version 3.0.

Through more efficient martial arts speculation and interpretation, Yue Hanzhang's understanding of the purple gold thread ball became more specific.

A ball of thread will not be born when an ordinary creature dies. Only when a martial artist who has truly devoted himself to the martial arts dies will a ball of gilded thread be born.

This purple-gold thread ball, which was obviously a higher level than the gilded-gold thread and of higher quality, naturally made Yue Hanzhang think of a realm higher than that of a warrior.

Extraordinary Taoist monk!

After Yue Hanzhang thought about this essence, the surge in both the quantity and quality of electricity became easy to understand.

Similarly, Yue Hanzhang also understood why, as the purple gold mechanical seal condensed, he would develop the qualities of a genius and have so many massive bursts of inspiration.

Not all geniuses can finally make further progress in martial arts practice and become Taoist practitioners.

But all Taoist practitioners were once geniuses in martial arts practice!

These geniuses, for their sources of inspiration for martial arts, and for the condensed characteristics of their own martial arts styles, all have their essence hidden in their spirits and manifested in their physical performances.

So when the ball of purple gold thread became a part of the mechanical brain, these inspirations and characteristics from his previous life were integrated into the mechanical brain through the unique splitting and reorganization of the mechanical brain and became a part of Yue Hanzhang.

this point is very important.

Before, Yue Hanzhang had disassembled and integrated various secret martial arts, but that was just to refine the spirit that the geniuses had integrated into the martial arts, and to integrate the characteristics of those geniuses into the martial arts themselves, becoming the "star flame" that sublimated the martial arts.

In essence, these qualities belong to martial arts, not to Yue Hanzhang.

There was still an invisible veil between them.

But at this moment, with the condensation of three purple-gold mechanical seals, with three characteristics unique to Yue Hanzhang, mixed with Yue Hanzhang's spirit, in the sonata of version 3.0, integrated into martial arts, and integrated into the sublimated "Star Flame".

By integrating his own sublimated essence, Yue Hanzhang mastered all of this completely.

This seems to be the fundamental reason why the 3.0 version of martial arts interpretation can be accelerated to an incredibly fast speed.

It is important to have a complete grasp of this point.

This means that it is not martial arts that controls Yue Hanzhang, but Yue Hanzhang who controls martial arts! He is controlling snakes and dragons! And in the near future, he will control a real dragon!

Moreover, with the integration of its own characteristics, the images of snakes, dragons and real dragons began to truly break down a certain barrier and began to be consistent with Yue Hanzhang's own unique and shocking will.

This is true transformation and sublimation!
Thank you for the gift of nature!

However, Yue Hanzhang waited for a long time, but in the end, the fourth gathering of the Dao Sea Light did not come.

It seems that the "pie in the sky" thing is going to end here.

With a feeling of loss and dissatisfaction, Yue Hanzhang looked back at the courtyard. Then he turned over and disappeared quietly into the deep darkness like a shadowy tiger or leopard.

(End of this chapter)