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Chapter 232: Sword Skill Transformation, Corpse Demon Promotion (3000)

The dragon looked ferocious, its scales clanging as it charged towards the mountain of swords, intending to entangle and crush it.

hum~bum~
The mountain of swords shook, and flashes of sword light poured down like heavy rain, covering the sky and the earth.

hoo hoo hoo!
Scales flew everywhere, dragon blood spilled, and the red dragons were in a miserable state.

But his expression became more ferocious, his aura more fierce, and he smashed the knife light regardless of everything.

This is a test of tempering. Scales and armor fall off, flesh and blood turn into mud, and even if only a skeleton is left, one still keeps moving forward.

Time passed, and no one knew how much time had passed before one red dragon after another was chopped into powder.

Only one red dragon was still fighting hard. Its flesh and blood grew again, and its scales and armor reappeared. The single horn on the dragon's head disappeared, and two meat lumps gradually appeared.

It is transforming into a dragon, and the sword intent of the trapped dragon is also transforming.

Kill! Roar!

The mind screamed and the red dragon howled.

One of its tails shattered the blade light, and the other crashed into the mountain of blades.

Snap! Bang!

Blood mixed with bones splattered everywhere, and the mountain of swords collapsed with a loud bang.

A headless red dragon stood in mid-air, layers of sword light surging on the dragon's body like waves.

The violent and fierce sword intent gradually changed, carrying an indescribable dignity.

The broken body of the red dragon began to complete itself, and a dragon head with deer antlers on its head and long whiskers flowing from its lower jaw emerged.

Groan!
The real dragon roared to the sky, and with unbridled force, the mighty sword light swept across the vast expanse of land.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly opened his closed eyes and looked down. The scar on his chest had disappeared, and the sword intent contained in it had also turned into nourishment.

He sensed the sharpened sword intent, and the corners of his mouth raised with pleasure.

"This sword technique, called Trapped Dragon, is no longer appropriate. From now on, it will be called..."

"Trapping Dragon Sword Technique!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

He believed that one day, his sword could trap and kill a real dragon.

Deep in the soul, the mirror composed of red and blue divine light is also changing.

The word "trapped dragon" turned into the word "trapped dragon".

The young man lowered his hand and slung the Lingyuan Knife around his waist, but did not start practicing immediately.

"It's been ten days, and no one has arrived. Did that old monster from the Shi family die on the battlefield?"

Zhang Yuanzhu’s thoughts.

On the battlefield, the other party allowed Xuanqing Temple to carry out foundation construction and attacked him, obviously sensing something.

He deliberately did not wipe off the black mist from his fingertips because he wanted to kill the old monster from the Shi family.

He shook his head and cleared away the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Whether Old Monster Shi comes or not, what he needs to do now is to improve his own combat power.

In this battle between Qian and Yan, in addition to honing himself, he also collected the corpses of many powerful men, all of which can be used as materials for the promotion of the White Bone Demon.

"Foundation building!"

Zhang Yuanzhu took the bone beads from his waist and muttered to himself.

Once the White Bone Demon successfully establishes its foundation, its combat power will increase explosively.

However, according to "White Bones Refining Corpse", can such a method of advancement still be called foundation building?

You have to know that the white bone corpse demon in the palm of your hand has no dantian, let alone flesh and blood.

The thoughts in his mind did not affect the movements of his hands, and he threw it lightly.

A three-meter-tall skeleton stands on the ground.

His whole body was as white as jade, and the emerald green soul fire was burning in his head. Not only was he not evil, but he also had a hint of holiness.

Zhang Yuanzhu had no expression on his face as he took out a storage bag from his arms, with the bag facing down.

Wow!

Piles of corpses fell, flooding the room in an instant.

At this moment, the young man clasped his hands together and formed a seal.

The Bone Demon stepped into the corpse, and pure corpse energy fell from the bones, covering the remains.

Zizizi~
The flesh and blood melted, the bones turned into liquid, and a transparent liquid formed almost instantly, then gathered towards the skull and merged into the bones.

With every minute and every second, the White Bone Demon's momentum will grow stronger.

Zhang Yuanzhu had an indifferent expression as he took out one storage bag after another from his arms and poured them out. They were all filled with bones and limbs, which were constantly being absorbed by the corpse demon.

Gradually, the jade-white bones began to take on a bloody color, and this bloody color spread across the bones at an extremely fast speed.

The young man kept repeating this action, and the Skeleton Demon kept absorbing his flesh, blood, and bones.

one day!
Three days!

Seven days!

Nine days passed, and the white-bone corpse demon completely turned into blood color.

Each bone is blood red and crystal clear, like the most perfect work of art in the world.

Its momentum even surpasses the realm of Qi training.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, faced the bloody skull, and looked at the soul fire burning in the corpse demon's head, with a solemn look in his eyes.

He spread his palm and a drop of blood appeared between his fingers.

A powerful aura surged like a wave, stirring up clouds of dust.

This is the blood of Master Ningsha, and it is also the key to the breakthrough of the White Bone Demon.

"let's start!"

He raised his palm and threw it lightly.

Blood dripped onto the skull, and in an instant...

Roar!
The white-bone corpse demon roared towards the sky, and the rolling corpse gas rose up, sweeping across the vast wilderness.

The soul fire in the head burns wildly.

The blood in the bones flowed into the head like water.

At this moment, the three treasures of Qi, Shen and Jing are intertwined and combined in the head of the white-bone corpse demon in a strange way.

The yellow, green and red energies collided and touched each other, and a mysterious aura began to spread and diffuse in all directions.

At this moment, the Bone Demon was sitting cross-legged like a human, with his palms clasped together.

The blood on the bones slowly faded and all flowed into the head.

As time passed, the skeleton's aura became stronger and stronger.

one day!
Three days! !
Five days!!!

Inside the cave, in the room.

A snow-white body with a holy skull sat down.

Its eye sockets were dark, like the abyss, devoid of any light. Zhang Yuanzhu stood before the skeleton, fiddling with a yellow jade table in his hands, his eyes cast down, a playful expression on his lips.

Array patterns bloomed at the fingertips, transforming into chains that wrapped around the topaz platform.

With a casual throw, the yellow jade platform fell into the head of the white bone demon.

"Low-grade spirit platform, still okay!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, as if talking to someone.

“Lord…!”

The Skeleton Demon's head drooped, and a sharp and hoarse voice slowly came out.

"It's recorded in the 'White Bone Corpse Training' that after building your foundation, you can increase your spiritual intelligence. I'm very curious..."

Zhang Yuanzhu's mouth was grinning, his arms hanging naturally, and his pupils were dim.

"How awake are you?"

".Lord.."

The sound of iron sheets rubbing against each other was heard again.

After the Skeleton Demon merged into the spiritual platform, it remained sluggish, as if this was the only way.

The young man ignored him, raised his arm, placed it on the hilt of the knife, and spoke to himself:
"Whether you are awake or confused, I want you to repay the kindness you have shown me in building the spiritual platform for me over a hundred years."

Countless resources are used to feed and build the spiritual platform.

Even if it is just a low-grade spiritual platform, it is enough to make countless cultivators chase after it crazily.

You should know that Chen Zijing, the master of the Zhuoyang Dharma Lineage, is only at the middle-grade spiritual platform, while the rest of the foundation-building cultivators are all at the lower-grade spiritual platform.

The Skeleton Demon remained dazed, just following its instincts and lying on the ground.

"My Lord, great grace."

Zhang Yuanzhu had no expression on his face and stretched out his hand.

Just a light move.

The white bone demon shrank rapidly and turned into a white bone bead, which he hung around his waist.

Leaning against the wall, he began to recall the feeling of the spiritual platform just now.

The three treasures of essence, energy and spirit come together, combine and entangle in a specific way to form this spiritual platform.

Every minute and every second of the spiritual platform's construction is enough for him to ponder and comprehend.

Call ~
After exhaling a breath of foul air, Zhang Yuanzhu's face showed a trace of helplessness.

Using the condensed evil blood as a guide, and the fact that the material of the white bone corpse demon was originally extraordinary, he wanted to forge a mid-grade spirit platform, but he didn't expect to fail.

"It seems that building a foundation is more difficult than I thought."

The young man whispered in his heart.

He continued to lean against the wall, comprehending the Dao rhyme that emerged when he was building his foundation just now, and from time to time he took out the spirit platform and played with it carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, he straightened his back and walked out the door.

Crunch!

Open the door and walk into the hall.

A graceful figure in a green dress sat cross-legged on a cushion, supporting her chin with one hand, as if she was deep in thought.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, she tilted her head slightly and a smile appeared on her pretty face.

"Brother, you have finished your retreat."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, walked in front of the woman and sat cross-legged.

"Wait another month. If nothing happens, I'll send you back to Immortal Weapon Valley."

"Ah."

The woman nodded her forehead lightly, her beautiful eyes softened, and her red lips parted slightly.

"I listen to my senior brother."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, and a storage bag appeared in his palm.

Then, he handed it over.

Under the woman's blank gaze, he slowly spoke:
"You probably don't have any magical tools anymore."

Although it was a question, it was also certain.

When he rescued the other person, he saw fragments of magic weapons all over the ground, all bearing the woman's mark.

"A piece of black armor and some talismans for peak Qi training."

"Brother, there is no need."

Before Bi Qi could refuse, the boy spoke again:
"The road ahead will not be smooth. You need to strengthen yourself and protect yourself."

The woman was silent, then stretched out her slender hand and took the storage bag.

"Brother, I will refine it as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Afterwards, the two began to exchange their respective insights into cultivation, discussing scriptures, Taoist books, and some obscure knowledge.

After that, Zhang Yuanzhu and Biqi did not return to their respective rooms, but sat cross-legged here, practicing and communicating.

Of course, most of the time it was Zhang Yuanzhu who was guiding the women and explaining the problems.

Time passed, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yuanzhu, who was communicating, frowned slightly, then relaxed and uttered two words.

"interesting!"

He stood up, his eyes lowered, looking at the boiling black mist at his fingertips.

"Junior sister, you practice here first, I'll go out for a while."

As the words floated, he had already stepped out of the cave.

Ta Ta Ta ~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed across the mountains, rivers and land.

He stopped on a hill and looked down at the jungle and stream. Apart from the active birds and animals, there was nothing unusual.

"I'm very curious about how you two, who have such a deep blood feud, came together."

"Hongwu, this is not something you should know. If you surrender now, you can still survive."

An old man appeared out of nowhere.

He had a pale face, gloomy eyes, and mysterious lines engraved between his brows, covering half of his face like spiders.

The young man put his arm on the hilt of the knife, with the corner of his mouth raised with a wanton look.

“Old monster of the Shi family, it turns out you are the one who became a dog.”

He looked past the old man and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest standing not far away.

The Taoist was the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had attacked him on the battlefield. Zhang Yuanzhu's smile deepened.

"Both of you are here, great!"

(End of this chapter)