God-Summoning Art (continued)
The soft palm struck the girl who had recovered. It seemed to lack the fierce momentum of a hard palm, but the gentle force penetrated her internal organs, like a fishing net wrapping around her bones. Suddenly, hundreds of needle-shaped forces burst out from the inside out!
Puff!
It was as if a time bomb inside her body had been detonated; the girl's body exploded, with blood, flesh, and bone fragments flying everywhere.
However, Si Ming felt that his palm strike had not caused much damage to his opponent. Those internal organs were actually inanimate objects, without any vitality, like artificially manufactured plastic products. On the contrary, his Blazing Sun True Qi seemed to have burned away something, causing his opponent to feel fear.
Suddenly, a massive surge of Yin Qi, carrying intense negative emotions, erupted from the shattered flesh and blood. In an instant, it transformed into a stream of pitch-black silt, engulfing the unsuspecting Si Ming and forming a massive stone tablet over three meters tall.
Si Huaruo arrived just in time. Upon seeing this scene, her expression hardened. She stepped out with Shaman Steps, performed a divine dance with her hands, offered up her True Qi, and Spirit Transformation.
"The Hundred Gods Sacrifice Seven, Water Yong!"
Water Yong is the god of rivers and lakes.
Si Huaruo used her dance to communicate with the gods, and a large amount of water appeared out of thin air, condensing into a huge water dragon behind her. With a roar, it rushed towards the muddy stone tablet.
The blue-faced little girl reappeared, but half of her face was gone, as if burned away, revealing her charred skull, making her even more terrifying and horrifying.
She pushed her hands forward, and a black whirlwind appeared, seemingly composed of countless sharp blades, whistling through the air as it rushed towards the water dragon, shredding it into water droplets. Its momentum had not subsided as it continued to rush towards Si Huaruo.
"Such powerful corrupting energy! The Yin God is nearing completion."
Si Huaruo was surprised by the other party's cultivation level, not because it was beyond her expectations, but because the other party had just been crushed by Si Ming and looked like an ordinary little ghost. She did not expect that the Yin God was close to the Great Perfection.
Due to limited information and a lack of precise classification, the powerful beings of the Ghostly Monsters Aristocratic Clan simply divide them into two levels: Yin God and Yang God. The pinnacle of Yin God is the Great Perfection of Yin God. Once Yin reaches its extreme and transforms into Yang God, one can walk under the blazing sun without fear of sunlight.
To date, only one Yang God- level Ghostly Monsters has appeared. This creature has no area restrictions, can move freely, and absorbs the life essence of living people. In order to eliminate it, six Spirit Transformation experts joined forces to kill it, resulting in two deaths and four injuries.
While this may be partly due to people's lack of understanding of Ghostly Monsters, it also indirectly proves the opponent's power.
Si Huaruo dared not be negligent. She circulated her inner energy and offered up her True Qi once again to Spirit Transformation.
"The Hundred Gods Sacrifice Six Courtyard!"
Fang is the god of the river embankment.
A mud wall suddenly rose from the ground, protecting Si Huaruo and blocking the black whirlwind, accompanied by the continuous sound of sharp blades clashing.
Upon seeing this, the little girl swiftly moved forward. This method of movement was unlike any other light-footed skill, because she did not need to use any leverage; she simply moved while suspended in mid-air.
Si Huaruo quickly dodged to the side using her Shaman Steps. Si Ming was fearless in her ignorance; she dared not come into contact with Ghostly Monsters. The foul air on the other party was a kind of soul poison that would corrode the soul if it came into contact with it. It would require a large amount of True Qi to remove it. Moreover, ordinary martial arts moves would not harm Ghostly Monsters. Only yang-attribute True Qi and Divine Dao Arts could hurt them.
Si Huaruo cultivates pure Yin Internal Cultivation, so she can only use Divine Arts to deal with the opponent and dares not let the opponent get close, but she can't help but have doubts in her heart.
Why was Sikong Ming able to contact the other party without being affected?
Without time to investigate the reasons, Si Huaruo stepped into the Spirit Dance Steps. This time, she did not summon gods, but directly activated Divine Arts.
"The Lingering Lotus Breaking the Waves!"
The water flow left behind after the water dragon was destroyed was drawn in and split into two. The lower part formed a whirlpool that trapped the little girl's feet, while the upper part formed a water lily that covered her head.
The little girl let out a beast-like roar from half of her mouth, and her body surged with Yin Qi, as if countless vengeful spirits were swimming around. First, it burst the vortex below, and then it transformed into a giant claw, smashing the water lilies above.
Si Huaruo was not flustered, because she had never intended this move to succeed; it was merely a prelude. She then began her Shaman Steps again. This time, she would not summon a public deity, but rather a deity that the Si Clan had worshipped for centuries.
Divine power surged, snowflakes fluttered, and a little girl in a blue dress appeared behind Si Huaruo, with a pair of wings formed from condensed ice crystals.
"Frost Talisman, Chaotic Snow Entwining the Wind!"
Suddenly, a cold wind howled, and the scattered water droplets immediately converged towards the little girl. At the same time, under the influence of the cold air, they quickly froze, instantly condensing into a huge hexagonal ice pillar, freezing the little girl inside.
Sensing that the other party's Yin Qi had stopped moving and was frozen inside, Si Huaruo let out a long breath, her face showing some fatigue.
Divine Dao Arts require a large amount of True Qi, especially when summoning public deities without offerings, the consumption is even greater. In just a few moves, her Level Eight Internal Cultivation was reduced to less than 30%. For this reason, very few people use Divine Dao Arts in martial arts competitions.
In comparison, summoning one's own personal deity is much better. Not only does it require less True Qi to sacrifice, but the divine power is also much stronger. The only drawback is that the upper limit of a personal deity is very low, and it may not achieve the desired effect. After all, public deities are worshipped by everyone, while personal deities are only worshipped by one family or clan, and the difference is immeasurable.
As long as enough True Qi is offered, even the River God can unleash the power of Spirit Transformation level, while the strongest move of the Si Clan's exclusive deity only barely touches the edge of the Spirit Transformation level.
"It seems we succeeded, but how do we rescue Sikong Ming?"
Si Huaruo frowned as she looked at the mud-covered stone tablet. Just as she was about to ask the Lineage deities if there was a way to break it, she heard a crisp cracking sound.
The icicle exploded with a roar, and the little girl was freed. Her head had turned into a skull, all her flesh had disappeared, leaving only a pair of eyes that shimmered with red light, and her whole body was covered in white frost.
"Roar--"
The Yin Qi energy surged violently, transforming into a pitch-black tornado that swept across the area, instantly shattering the Si Clan's deity and tearing it into nine ice crystals.
Si Huaruo quickly dodged, but was still grazed. Instantly, foul air entered her body, corroding her soul. She felt the world before her suddenly dim, her spirit became extremely tired, her mood was depressed, and she developed a sense of world-weariness. Even her thinking became sluggish. Knowing that something was wrong, she hurriedly activated all her remaining energy to resist the corrosive soul poison.
"Die die die die die..."
The skull-headed girl continuously chanted Curse, carrying a chilling atmosphere, as she drifted towards Si Huaruo.
In Si Huaruo's almost desperate gaze, a large, golden hand suddenly emerged from the stone tablet and grabbed the skull of the little girl who happened to be passing by.
"It's so noisy! Give me a nicer voice!"
Enveloped in golden light, Si Ming broke free of the seal and slammed his arm down. With a deafening roar, a crater several meters deep appeared in the ground, cracks spreading around it. The little girl was once again smashed into a bloody pulp.
A surge of Yin Qi arose, the little girl's body returned to normal, and her skull face showed a look of terror. With a whoosh, she floated out of the pit and quickly fled away.
However, before she could fly ten meters, she was caught up by the golden figure.
"Don't go, brother will continue playing games with you."