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The sound of explosions was endless, and if you counted carefully, there were nearly a thousand explosions.
The sound echoed in the valley, the echo Jiujiu lingering, and the shock wave made the earth tremble.
And that Zhongli Tian was still driving Cyclops behind the entire herd, his silhouette flashing in the explosion, and the remains of broken arms flying around him.
Not surprisingly, he also became the prey in this massacre.
The shock wave of the explosion involved him, and the fragments tore him apart. He didn't even have time to scream or escape before he was drowned by the endless explosion.
With the constant sound of explosions, only half an hour passed, and the field was full of corpses.
The corpses piled up like mountains, the blood flowed into rivers, the broken limbs and broken arms were scattered on the ground, and the internal organs could be seen everywhere.
I can no longer tell who is whose, Cyclops and Twin Cyclops, male and female.
Only the countless Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring are floating on the ground, twinkling in the darkness, like a sea of stars and a cemetery.
Long Zhanye used Double Pupil to roughly estimate that there were at least 3,200 corpses at the moment.
That is a huge number, a shocking number, a number that is enough to scare anyone's heart.
And he also noticed that Zhongli Tian had died in the explosion.
As for the skill he just used, it is not Soul Skill, nor Self-Created Soul Skill or combat skill.
It's an extremely evil skill called--Corpse Explosion.
That was one of the secret methods Masked Douluo told him. Mark the dead body with sperm Divine Power, and then inject Soul Power into it.
Continuous compression creates a closed space inside the corpse, and when it reaches a certain critical value, an explosion can occur.
The power of this explosion depends on the strength of the corpse before death.
The stronger the corpse's cultivation and strength before death, the more powerful its explosion will be.
The series of explosions caused by the corpses of more than a thousand Cyclops just now.
Its power is not inferior to Level 7 Fixed Soul Cannon, and is even more powerful than the eighth-level Fixed Soul Cannon.
Long Zhanye stood at the highest point, looking back at the entire Cyclops nest.
The basin was in a mess, corpses were scattered all over the ground, and Soul Ring was floating in the air.
He used Double Pupil to carefully determine the number of the entire population, and found that he had killed nearly half of the population.
There are still more than three thousand Cyclops in the nest, but basically two-thirds of them are old and young, and only one-third are adults.
Those old people Cyclops, with their staggering steps and cloudy eyes, have long lost the strength they once had.
The young Cyclops is short in stature, has one eye and has not yet grown up.
In other words, the more than 3,000 Cyclops that I killed would not cause a devastating blow to this population.
They are still alive, can still reproduce, and are not in danger of extinction.
Long Zhanye had a flash of luck in his heart and took what he needed. As an unwritten rule of Soul Master World, he did not kill everyone.
As for those old and young Cyclops, he does not need or want to kill them.
When everything is ready.
Long Zhanye took out the three staffs he got from Zhongli Brothers.
Then he stood the three staffs in three positions in a triangular formation, like three divine pillars offering sacrifices to the sky.
He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, made a seal with his hands on his chest, and silently recited the obscure mantra.
At the same time, the secret method was operated to absorb all the souls of more than 3,000 Cyclops on the field.
The souls of more than three thousand Cyclops floated out from the corpse, and the bloody light and shadow twisted in mid-air, struggling, and roaring silently.
As if being pulled by invisible forces, they slowly floated towards the three staffs and were swallowed by the gems on the top.
The gem changed from gray to blood red, and the light became brighter and brighter.
Like three bloody suns, it illuminates the entire basin.
After finishing all this, Long Zhanye sat cross-legged in the middle of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Under him were piles of corpses, surrounded by floating Soul Ring.
He started his own "performance".
There are more than three thousand Cyclops, divided into one group every hundred, which can be divided into about thirty-two groups.
The success rate of each group is 10%. There are thirty-two groups. As long as one group succeeds, then he is successful.
The success rate is basically as high as 96%, which is very close to 100%.
In other words, there is a high chance that one group will succeed this time. Long Zhanye is silently praying and waiting silently in his heart.
A whole hour passed...
The light gray energy emanating from the corpses of more than three thousand Cyclops continues to gather and emerge in the air, like a new life being born.
The energy is like clouds, rivers, and nebulae, slowly rotating and condensing in mid-air.
They condensed into a shining silver-gray object, which was only the size of a fist at first. The light flickered on and off, like a beating heart.
After nearly half an hour, the object gradually appeared in a physical form.
It was an irregular block, with an uneven surface and jagged edges, but it exuded decent Soul Power fluctuations.
Its color is silver-grey, like a gem, like a star, like a pearl...
Finally! Finally succeeded!
Long Zhanye was very excited and his eyes lit up.
This piece of Spirit Bone is a piece of Secret Spirit Bone Left Arm, and its aura is not weaker than its own 100,000-year-old Head Spirit Bone.
The energy contained in Spirit Bone made his heart surge.
Long Zhanye can't wait to feel how many years of power this Spirit Bone has.
I saw him meditating, sitting cross-legged, and gradually absorbed this Spirit Bone.
Soon, this piece of Spirit Bone was successfully absorbed by Long Zhanye.
The silver-gray light merged into his left arm, the energy poured into his meridians, and the power poured into his bones.
He can clearly feel that this piece of Spirit Bone has given him two skills.
In other words, this piece of Spirit Bone is Secret Spirit Bone Technique of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast level.
Long Zhanye sighed, using the 10,000-year-level Soul Beast and more than 3,000 10,000-year-level Soul Beast to refine a piece of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.
Although the numbers were relatively large and the methods were cruel, they succeeded. If they had not succeeded, I'm afraid this would be the real cruelty!
At this time.
Long Zhanye Looking back at the entire mountain of corpses and sea of blood, he found that all around him were black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Those Soul Rings were densely packed, like countless eyes, and those Soul Rings were floating above the corpse, flowing in the air and twinkling in the moonlight.
With so many Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, it would probably be a huge waste if we left them directly.
And your own Soul Ring Storage Device can only store part of it, and can only hold dozens of Soul Ring at most.
So Long Zhanye used fine Divine Power to carefully explore the surroundings.
The invisible spiritual tentacles enveloped the entire basin, scanning the breath of every Soul Ring.
Among the more than 3,000 Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, he found that the oldest one was about 65,000 years old.
So, he took this Soul Ring as his own Seventh Soul Ring and successfully absorbed it.
The Soul Ring integrated into his body, energy poured into his Dantian, his Heavenly Eye trembled slightly, and silver-gray light flowed under the skin...