The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The icy sensation seeped into Jiang Chen's wrist.

It's not a warm current.

It's not energy either.

It was a pure "nothingness" that could devour all light and heat.

"Sizzle—"

On Jiang Chen's body, the platinum flames that had been running rampant due to the imbalance between dragon blood and holy light were now as if a bucket of boiling oil had been poured over them.

The flames suddenly shot up more than three feet high.

He turned into a burning torch.

"what!"

An uncontrollable roar exploded from deep within Jiang Chen's throat.

He abruptly released his grip, staggered back two steps, and fell backward onto the ruins filled with blood and bits of flesh.

Two completely different forces engaged in a primal battle within his body.

Half of it is the intense heat that burns everything.

The other half is the deathly stillness of a frozen soul.

Dark red dragon blood runes and jet-black frost marks chased and collided wildly across his skin.

Every inch of flesh and blood became a battlefield.

"Brother Jiang!"

Shen Suxin was the first to react and rushed to his side.

"Yin and Yang are clashing! His body is about to explode!"

Xiao Ruoye, carrying the broken sword, stood guard around, watching the black-clad girl who had just emerged from the shattered cage warily.

The girl seemed to be affected as well; her body swayed, and a trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

She looked at Jiang Chen, who was writhing in pain on the ground, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared in his pure black eyes.

"Save him!"

Shen Suxin turned around and called out to the girl.

"Your power can save him! Treat him as a vessel, and pour your essence into him!"

The girl didn't move, but just stared at Shen Suxin with her empty eyes.

"Nalanjia!" Shen Suxin turned to the other side urgently, "Holy Light is supremely Yang; it can protect his soul! Pour it into his brow to stabilize his consciousness, quick!"

Nalanjia did not hesitate.

She walked to the top of Jiang Chen's head and took off her spotless white coat.

Her long, silver hair spread out.

She extended her crystal-clear finger and gently touched Jiang Chen's brow.

A dazzling, pure white light transformed into a pillar of light and entered Jiang Chen's spiritual platform.

Jiang Chen's painful roars subsided.

The dark golden dragon shadow in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was about to be torn apart, was forcibly stabilized by this holy light.

"Your turn!" Shen Suxin half-squatted in front of the girl in black, grabbing her shoulders. "He's about to collapse! Place your hand below his navel; that's his dantian!"

The girl's body was stiff as Shen Suxin shook her.

She glanced at Jiang Chen, then at Shen Suxin.

"Will he...die?"

This was the first sentence she uttered, her voice dry and metallic.

"Yes!" Shen Suxin's eyes were red and swollen. "We will all die!"

The girl fell silent.

She slowly walked to Jiang Chen's side, and, imitating Nalan Jia, hesitantly reached out her hand.

Her fingertips, carrying a chill that could freeze the air, gently touched the burning hot skin on Jiang Chen's lower abdomen.

"laugh--"

Black and white mist rose up.

The extreme coldness of the source flowed from her palm into Jiang Chen's dantian, which had long since turned into a sea of ​​magma and fire.

"boom!"

Jiang Chen's body suddenly arched up, like a fully drawn bow.

blood.

Hot blood, mixed with gold and black fragments, gushed out from under his cracked skin.

His body was shattering.

Under the frenzied operation of the "Formless Technique," it was reorganized in an even more resilient manner.

The bones groaned in agony, unable to bear the strain, and the meridians were repeatedly pulled, torn, and reconnected by two forces.

This pain transcends the limits of the physical body, reaching the very depths of the soul.

Jiang Chen's consciousness was already fading.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a giant millstone.

Half of it is the sun, and the other half is ice.

He is like the bean repeatedly crushed in the middle of the millstone.

pain.

Endless pain.

Just as he was about to be completely torn apart by this force, the chaotic area deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, sealed by nine black shackles, stirred.

The fifth shackle, representing "holy light," and the sixth shackle, which had just been broken by the "darkness" energy, were flashing wildly.

The seventh shackle beside them, the chain engraved with unknown ancient runes, made a crisp "crack" sound under the impact of the two forces.

A tiny crack appeared in the very center of the chain.

Then came the second and third rounds.

"collapse!"

The seventh shackle, a black shackle that had stood for over a century, suddenly collapsed.

Instead of transforming into energy, it transformed into countless pure golden specks of light, representing some kind of cosmic rule.

These points of light did not merge into Jiang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, but instead pierced through everything and fell towards the wildly vibrating golden core in his dantian.

The golden core, which was originally interwoven with platinum and gold, suddenly stopped rotating after receiving these points of light.

Complex, ancient, dark purple Dao patterns began to emerge and move across the surface of the Golden Core.

It was as if an invisible craftsman was using the most fundamental rules of heaven and earth to give this golden elixir its final polishing.

outside world.

On the ruins of the auction house.

The violent energy storm, powerful enough to blow off rooftops, suddenly subsided.

Jiang Chen lay quietly on the ground.

All the gruesome wounds on his body had healed, and his new skin had a glass-like texture with a faint dark purple sheen.

Nalanjia and the girl in black withdrew their hands at the same time. Both of them were pale and exhausted.

"Is he... dead?" Xiao Ruoye asked nervously, gripping the knife.

Shen Suxin shook her head, her gaze fixed on Jiang Chen's chest.

There were no ups and downs.

There was no heartbeat.

Time passed by, second by second.

Just when Junyao thought Jiang Chen really couldn't hold on any longer and was about to shake the Gu Bell.

Jiang Chen's eyelids twitched.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer the dark gold they once were, nor the pure white of holiness.

It was a profound chaos, seemingly capable of swallowing all light.

In his left eye, a platinum flame was burning.

Within his right eye, a pool of pitch-black ice spun.

He sat up, stretched his neck, and his joints cracked with a series of crisp pops.

At this moment, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a hundred feet around him resonated with him.

A pressure a hundred times stronger than when he was at the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm emanated from him.

That was... the aura of a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator.

I'm hungry.

Jiang Chen spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying an undeniable sense of command.

He glanced at the girl in black and reached out his hand.

The girl instinctively took a step back.

Jiang Chen frowned.

"come over."

The girl hesitated for a moment, but still walked up to him.

Jiang Chen placed his hand on her wrist.

This time, the extremely cold dark energy did not run rampant again, but flowed gently into Jiang Chen's body, becoming part of his power.

"From today onwards, your body belongs to me."

Jiang Chen stood up and looked at the chaotic island.

"What's your name?"

The girl looked at him, and in her pure black eyes, she saw the reflection of Jiang Chen, who was now half god and half demon.

She shook her head.

"I don't have a name, they all call me... Zero."

"From now on, your name will be Ye You," Jiang Chen said calmly, releasing his grip.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread.

A chaotic flame, a fusion of pure white holy light and pitch-black ice, danced silently in his palm.

The flame had no temperature and no light.

But Xiao Ruoye only glanced at it and felt as if her soul was being sucked in.

Jiang Chen clenched his fist, and the ball of flame disappeared.

His gaze drifted beyond the island to the turbulent black ocean.

Ye You stood behind him, watching his back. For the first time, a different emotion appeared in his lifeless eyes.