Qin Dynasty: Raising troops to capture the Bad Guys and stealing Yan Ling Ji.

The sound of "whoosh" echoed as thick, crimson blood, as viscous as magma, surged from the branch grooves and converged in the main groove (Zhao Wanghao).

Starting from the tip of the sword, blood surged up like a tide, gradually spreading to the hilt.

In an instant, a dramatic change occurred at the junction of the blade and the jaws. Crimson blood congealed there, transforming into a blood-red vertical pupil.

Strangely, whether viewed from the front or back of the blade, only the frontal pupil of this blood-red vertical pupil is always visible, as if two identical blood-red vertical pupils, each with its pupil-facing side, are fused back-to-back at the junction of the blade and the hilt.

366. Demon Skull

The crimson blood surging in the groove is closely connected to this mysterious blood-red vertical pupil, as if countless blood-red tentacles are sprouting from the demon's vertical pupil.

The sword jaw, which originally resembled a blood-red bamboo leaf, was also altered, and now had an outline that somewhat resembled a demon's skull.

The skull opened its mouth and bit the blade, just enough to expose its blood-red vertical pupil.

"How could such a bizarre change have occurred in Devouring Prison?" Devouring Prison, a newly promoted Heavenly Rank assassin of the Luo Net, stared at the Devouring Prison Sword in his hand, his heart filled with fear.

Suddenly, he noticed something unusual about the sword hilt.

He hurriedly looked down and saw that the original shape of the sword hilt was gradually twisting and deforming, eventually taking on a unique shape that resembled both a sword hilt and a spine.

With a deafening roar, a ferocious aura, more than ten times stronger than before, erupted from the Devouring Prison Sword.

At that moment, everything around him was silent, except for the sound of his own heartbeat, which was exceptionally clear and loud.

"So the Devouring Prison was hiding such power?!"

"Wonderful!"

As Devourer gazed at the Devourer Sword, now unrecognizable and brimming with ferocity, a look of wild joy crept onto his lips.

Finally, he burst into laughter: "Hahaha!"

With a casual swing of the Devouring Prison Sword in his right hand, the little boy hiding in the corner, trembling, was instantly slashed by the blade. The serrated branches of the sword firmly clamped down on the boy's flesh and bones, making it impossible for him to escape.

In a short moment, the little boy was completely devoured by the Devouring Prison, turning into a withered corpse.

With a flick of his wrist, Devourer tore the corpse apart with the sharp blade, leaving the blade spotless and unstained by any blood.

“The Devouring Prison is indeed a deadly weapon.” He lowered his head and looked down, holding the sword horizontally in front of his chest.

A faint crimson glow flowed in the blood groove, gathered upwards, and merged into that eerie blood-red vertical pupil.

At the same time, Devourer vaguely sensed that the blood light within the blood-red vertical pupils had changed slightly, yet it seemed to remain unchanged.

At the same moment, in Daliang City of Wei, at the Armored Gate.

Just as Han Feng and his senior brother Dian Qing were fiercely exchanging blows, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation in his upper dantian.

"Has Devouring Prison undergone a transformation?" He sensed the soul connection with Devouring Prison, and the image of the new Devouring Prison clearly appeared in his soul. The strange transformation filled Han Feng with astonishment.

"How could the Devouring Prison have become so strange?"

"Never mind, as long as it's powerful, that's enough."

"I wonder what form it will take when the Devouring Prison undergoes its next complete transformation?"

Just then, a powerful aura of malevolence surged forth from the soul bond connected to Devouring Hell.

"It's so cold!"

"I'm almost frozen!"

"It's unbearably hot!"

The malevolent aura invaded his body, spreading from his soul bond and rapidly enveloping his entire body, making Han Feng feel as if he were in an ice cellar, chilled to the bone. However, the intense and vigorous life force within his body also gave him waves of warmth. His body was alternating between hot and cold, causing him immense torment.

Its sturdy body resembled an invincible suit of armor undergoing rigorous forging.

Under the intense burning and scorching of life force,

Under the tempering and strengthening of the chilling, malevolent aura,

The temperature alternates between hot and cold, in a continuous cycle.

A moment later, Han Feng keenly sensed that the Hundred Refinements of Shield Armor, which was not being cultivated at the moment, was silently increasing its cultivation progress and becoming stronger day by day.

"It turns out that to achieve mastery in the forging of shields and armor, one must personally experience the battlefield and fight valiantly."

367. Devouring massive amounts of malevolent energy

"Absorbing massive amounts of malevolent energy to temper the physical armor."

"Only then can one achieve a body that is invulnerable to a hundred battles."

The various changes that had occurred in Han Feng did not escape the eyes of Dian Qing, who was fighting against him.

Seeing this, Dian Qing was filled with confusion, yet he had no way of finding out the truth, and could only attribute it all to his second junior brother's exceptional talent in external martial arts.

When a subtle change occurred in his second junior brother Han Feng, Dian Qing, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, instantly adjusted his tactics, switching to the essence of the "Hundred Refinements of Shield and Armor" hammering method, precisely striking all parts of Han Feng's body—his vital points.

at the same time,

Han Feng also keenly noticed the change in his senior brother's attack method. Without hesitation, he went with the flow, abandoning defense and counterattack, letting Dian Qing launch a fierce attack, and instead focused all his attention on fusing his life force with the evil energy in his body, like a furnace tempering the armor of his flesh.

In just a few breaths,

Having completely exhausted his killing intent, Han Feng raised his hand, signaling a tacit ceasefire between the two. He turned to Dian Qing, respectfully clasping his hands in thanks.

"Thank you for your help, senior brother, which has helped me to further improve my external martial arts skills."

Dian Qing sheathed his pair of heavy swords, each as thick as a door panel, a simple, honest smile on his face, his tone gentle:

“It is only natural for brothers from the same sect to support each other. With your extraordinary talent in external martial arts and physical strength, Second Junior Brother, it will probably not be long before you catch up with or even surpass my current level.”

"It's not that simple. The difficulty of 'Shield and Armor Refinement' increases exponentially as you progress," Han Feng said helplessly, scratching his head. "As your external skills become more profound, ordinary methods are no longer effective in tempering your physical body."

Dianqing wholeheartedly agreed with this.

His progress in external martial arts is currently slow, mainly because few things in the world can cause him any real harm. He once tried to strengthen his physique by holding a bomb, but the explosion only blackened his skin, leaving not even a tiny scratch. Even the raging tanks on the battlefield could not budge him in the slightest.

"Only by constantly absorbing the killing intent of the battlefield and meticulously refining oneself with time and perseverance may one hope to achieve mastery." Dian Qing patted Han Feng's shoulder lightly, offering encouragement.

At this moment,

A familiar, youthful voice drifted from afar:

"Eldest brother, second brother, Master has returned!"

A moment later, a young girl dressed in a gray-brown training uniform hurried over, and upon seeing Dian Qing and Han Feng, she respectfully bowed and greeted them.

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"Mei San Niang greets her eldest and second senior brothers."

"Third Sister, you just said that Master has returned. Is there anything special about it?" Dianqing asked, puzzled. "Master returns every day, so why are you emphasizing it so much today?"

“Master just brought back two people, saying he wants to take them as his personal disciples!” Mei San Niang stood in front of the two, describing them while gesturing. “One of them is a slightly older sister who is much prettier than me; the other is as strong as an ox, about half the size of you, Senior Brother. Master looks particularly pleased with them right now.”

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"So, Master sent you here to prepare for our new junior brother's apprenticeship ceremony?" Han Feng asked thoughtfully.

“That’s right, that’s right!” Mei San Niang thought about it carefully and responded after confirming that nothing was missing.

Upon hearing this, Dian Qing understood immediately.

The newly accepted disciples are not merely nominal disciples like Mei San Niang, but rather direct descendants who are expected to receive the true secret technique of the Armored Sect, "Hundred Refinements of Shield and Armor".

"It seems this new junior brother's talent in external martial arts and physical strength is also exceptional." (San San)

368. A special initiation ceremony

"Otherwise, Master wouldn't be so delighted."

Having made up one's mind,

Dian Qing smiled gently at Mei San Niang, then instructed Han Feng:

"Second Junior Brother, you accompany Third Sister to welcome Master and the new Junior Brother. I will go ahead and arrange the matters related to the apprenticeship."

"Alright, Senior Brother." Han Feng nodded slightly and waved to Mei San Niang, "Little Mei, come with Second Senior Brother to pick up Master and the new junior brother."

“Yes! Zero two zero!” Mei San Niang nodded vigorously and obediently followed behind Han Feng.

Her gaze fell upon the strange black markings on Han Feng's body, filled with astonishment, and she couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Second Brother, where did you get those tattoos?"

"It looks so unique!"

"I almost didn't recognize you just now, I thought it was someone else!"

The two talked as they walked through the corridor and into the courtyard, where they happened to meet their master, Jinwen, who was returning home.

"Master is back!" Han Feng greeted him, but before he could continue speaking, his gaze was drawn to the slender figure behind Jin Wen.

"It's you?" Han Feng's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked around and saw the short Yan Lingji walk out from behind the man. Both of them were surprised to see each other.