Refining the True from the False: Becoming a God Starting with Devouring a True Dragon

Chapter 62 Advancement [Petrification] Fierce Battle: Firelight in the Darkness

One thought can unleash demons, another can transform into a dragon or an elephant.

These eight words seemed to give Wang Qi a clearer understanding at this moment.

He couldn't quite tell whether this martial art was righteous or evil.

"No, there's no such thing as absolutely good or evil in cultivation techniques!"

"Humans are not inherently good or evil!"

"A clear mind and a clear conscience are the true path."

Wang Qi's Dao heart instantly hardened.

If a great demon arrives, then we will refine that great demon.

If dragons and elephants come, then we shall eat dragons and elephants.

Just transform them all into your own great power!

He struck while the iron was hot.

Continue eating meat and practicing meditation.

There are only five rooms in total, one for each of the five elements. I'm leaving now. I don't know if I'll be able to come in again next time.

There aren't many people of rank nine or above in Heihe County, and even fewer who can catch the eye of the Jin and Yin sisters.

But there are some.

Let's begin!

Wang Qi unleashed his full power, refining the stone bull demon flesh he had swallowed.

a moment,

A flicker of emotion returned to Wang Qi's eyes.

The deep blue text reappears.

[Petrification: When activated, it instantly petrifies the entire body's energy and blood. However, the user cannot move during this time.]

then,

The deep blue text began to crumble and fall apart.

boom!

Countless fragments exploded.

In an instant, two words were pieced together.

[Petrification Advancement!]

Immediately afterwards, the blue specks began to change color, turning a light purple.

[Free Petrification: When activated, it can instantly petrify the Qi and blood in any part of the body. The intensity of petrification increases with the intensity of the Qi and blood.]

It actually advanced!

Wang Qi was surprised, because he had only recently begun to petrify.

In the blink of an eye, another breakthrough was achieved.

As expected, good deeds are rewarded. He saved the life of the meat market owner, and the stone bull demon meat he got from him allowed him to break through to new heights.

Wang Qi's mind stirred slightly.

His slightly open palm immediately froze, and the blood inside seemed to congeal.

boom!

He slammed his fist into the ground.

The carefully laid floor tiles immediately crumbled.

Wang Qi felt no pain at all in his fist.

Theoretically speaking, no matter how strong the physical body is, there will still be pain, only the degree of pain may vary.

But this petrification spell is different.

After turning it on,

They were truly as hard as stone, devoid of any emotion.

Eliminating pain undoubtedly enhances combat capabilities during battles.

Not to mention that this petrification itself has extraordinary strength, which is enhanced based on the strength of one's Qi and blood.

Bang bang bang.

He then threw several more punches in succession to test the power.

It's about 10-20% stronger than normal.

Then--

He suddenly remembered something and looked down.

It's rock hard!

"hiss!"

Divine skill!

This time it's really hard.

It just feels a bit strange, a bit numb, a bit unresponsive—

He glanced at the sky; it was almost midnight.

It's time to go home.

Although the yamen has been busy these past few days preparing for the winter hunt and investigating the murder of Zhou Da, there hasn't been much other work to do.

But the mortise at that point will not be off by an inch.

So I can't stay out overnight.

"ah!"

Wang Qi's expression suddenly changed as he looked at the several solid fist-shaped craters on the ground.

This room was meticulously arranged by that array master; I hope what I'm doing won't ruin the feng shui.

He immediately lay down on the ground.

They filled in the broken parts again and then tamped them down.

"There shouldn't be any problems, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

He muttered to himself, sounding somewhat guilty.

Xiashui Lane, Xiaoyangdao Hutong.

"A dark and windy night for murder, no wonder this saying comes so easily."

The tall, thin taxi driver, Sai Hanyang, smiled, but his smile was somewhat sinister. "Can't see, can't smell,"

"It's definitely a good time to kill."

Zhang Yuan and nine others stood in a courtyard with red lanterns hanging in the air.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

They were all killed with a single blow.

All nine of them were experts who had cultivated their inner strength for many years, and they already knew by heart how to kill people the fastest.

In the past, most of the time, it was the other way around: actively killing demons and passively killing people.

Now it's been changed to intentional killing.

Surprisingly, two or three of them, including Sai Hanyang, felt a unique sense of satisfaction.

However, all of this is for the sake of Heihe County.

They didn't have any psychological burden.

These nine people are excellent in every way, whether it's experience or combat strength.

It's just that I'm getting a bit old.

Although people in their thirties and forties are in their prime and their fighting power has reached its peak, their blood and energy have already begun to decline.

This is especially evident in spiritual practice.

When qi and blood are depleted, it's like having two old, weak horses pulling a carriage; it won't go far.

For them to make further breakthroughs in martial arts is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

As the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

This is the helplessness of ordinary warriors like them.

However, that won't stop me from getting things done today.

"Five outsiders and seven ordinary martial arts practitioners—that's quite a force in the sewers."

"Now they're all gathered in one courtyard, and there are courtyards like this all over the entire alley—it shows how deep the entanglement is."

The one who spoke was the most robust and the oldest, now only fifty years old.

He can already be described as vigorous despite his advanced age.

He was also the leader of the nine.

Liu Banzhao.

He got this nickname because he always seemed to hold back half of his move after he made it.

As for his original name, the others in the group had even forgotten it.

Call him either Officer Liu or Uncle Banzhao directly.

Liu Banzhao slightly raised his head.

You can then see through the half-open door, hanging from the roof beam, each a "fertilizer" waiting to be slaughtered.

They were all martial artists with mutated symptoms who they had tricked into coming here.

Now they've all become vegetables, gutted and gutted.

"Even in times of famine, we would eat soil and tree bark first; we would never do such a thing unless absolutely necessary."

"Those bastards!"

Liu Banzhao felt a surge of anger and said coldly, "Gentlemen, three people per courtyard, let's finish this quickly to avoid any unforeseen complications."

"The nine people instantly split into three groups."

Climbing over walls, passing through gates, and venturing into the streets...

It landed instantly.

boom!

As soon as Zhang Yuan opened a door, he saw more than ten people in the courtyard, already drawing their knives and facing each other.

Splash—

Behind them, more than ten people filed out, blocking their retreat.

"It was hidden quite well."

The darkness of night also served as their cover.

Zhang Yuan snorted coldly, seeing two men charging at him from the left and right.

He swung his sword and slashed.

A cold glint flashed in the moonlight.

With the boost of his inner strength and the surging blood and energy, Zhang Yuan seemed to transform into a giant bull in an instant, thrusting his horns upwards!

boom!

The tip of the knife struck the blade and shattered.

The body of the cave guard was pierced and lifted up by Zhang Yuan's knife, like a candied hawthorn.

A long sword stroke,

The blade tore through the waist and gallbladder, then sliced ​​across the second person's neck.

In the blink of an eye,

Both of them were already dead.

Neither of them were trained martial arts experts, so naturally they couldn't last a single round against him.

He originally intended to establish his authority first, and then take advantage of the fear of the bandits to kill them one by one.

never thought,

The two had barely died when the chaotic battle had already begun.

More than twenty people, fearless of death, charged at him together.

This is not in line with the nature of ordinary thugs and hooligans.

Weird!

Zhang Yuan was puzzled, but his hands did not slow down at all.

The blade, like a long snake, coiled directly around the long blade slashed at by the martial artist outside.

Clang, clang, several rounds of collisions.

The latter could not withstand it and retreated step by step.

Upon hearing another sound, the long sword in his hand was uncontrollably disarmed by Zhang Yuan.

The blade struck the tiger's mouth!

Blood splattered, and the thumb fell off.

This martial arts practitioner was rendered unable to wield a knife after just one exchange.

With a quick step, he slit his throat.

The person died on the spot.

Zhang Yuan felt neither sorrow nor joy.

These are all standard procedures. If it's about internal strength versus external training, even a regular army would have a tough time dealing with a novice martial artist.

Then what's the point of practicing martial arts?

In his eyes,

The martial arts practitioners in these back alleys are far less skilled than the newly promoted constables from the constables' waiting room.

If the former can defeat the latter, it can probably only rely on sheer grit.

But this fierceness,

They're not short of old-timers!

Nine people were massacred in the alley, enough—

"ah-.·.·

A mournful lament rang out, startling Zhang Yuan.

He recognized the voice; it was Sai Hanyang.

This person wouldn't yell or scream in pain.

really,

The next instant, Sai Hanyang's voice rang out, "There's a master on the other side!"

Then,

Zhang Yuan saw a human head fly high into the air and, by sheer coincidence, land in his yard. As it rolled to the side, he looked at the person's face and his pupils immediately contracted.

Sai Hanyang is dead!

Wang Qi left the meat at Chunshui Pavilion and hurried home alone.

There are still a few night markets lit up on South Street, mostly elegant places.

Once we reached Zhengyu Street, it became much darker and quieter.

Only a few households had lanterns still lit up in their courtyards.

Surprisingly, the master's family was among them.

It's already past midnight, why aren't you asleep yet?

Curious, Wang Qi walked towards Zhang Yuan's house.