Ma Chuwen was hacked into the chest by the scimitar!
His entire body twitched violently, his face brimming with terror!
Ji Feng looked at him and furrowed his brows.
Strange, why did he feel like the guy was getting shorter and shorter?
Ji Feng had known long ago that this fellow was playing dead.
Though he faked it very convincingly, everything inside the Undead Demiplane was under Ji Feng's absolute control; whether he was a living person or a corpse could not possibly be concealed from Ji Feng.
The reason he brought him back to the Undead Demiplane was to please the Dragon Corpse.
Never mind, he should call his little sister instead.
His little sister had said the food wasn't very fresh, and Ji Feng had always felt ashamed of that.
Now that this one was fresh, hot, and sizzling, she ought to be satisfied.
Roar--
The Dragon Corpse moved.
Clatter-clatter-clatter!
The Dragon Corpse waited for a long time: "Big brother, you are truly good to me."
"Eat up, I bought it with the utmost difficulty and hardship."
"Thank you, big brother."
A massive mass of formless spiritual power enveloped Ma Chuwen, causing Ma Chuwen's body to tremble even more violently!
Sss-hiss-hiss-hiss!!
Ji Feng heard the sound of skin and flesh being pan-fried, though he had no idea how his little sister went about cooking things in the spiritual domain.
Only Ma Chuwen knew.
At that moment, the Dragon Corpse's spiritual power was breaking down his soul, the sensation feeling just like ten million needles stabbing straight into his soul.
He wanted a quick release from his torment, but his good little sister had no intention of letting him die so fast.
Amidst the extreme agony, Ma Chuwen thought of Tang Ya whom he had tortured.
Ji Feng continued to observe Ma Chuwen's wound.
The wound did not ooze blood; instead, it seeped out a kind of white substance.
Ji Feng inspected it closely.
"Bones? This scimitar retained the ability to suck blood, and it can even turn blood into bones?"
Ji Feng looked at the Dragon Core: "You still have the ability to modify soul tools? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
The Dragon Core made no sound.
Ji Feng pulled the scimitar out from Ma Chuwen's chest.
By now, the man had been reduced to a mere sheet of human skin, possessing only flesh and blood, but no bones.
The white bone hilt of the scimitar had grown increasingly pearly white, and Ji Feng tested it; the texture had not changed in the slightest.
He attempted to channel soul power into it.
Clatter-clatter-clatter!!
Bone spikes suddenly jutted out from the scimitar, and they rapidly drove into the ground, tunneling through the soil before bursting forth in an instant like brilliantly blossoming lotuses!
The scimitar could inject the sucked-out bone marrow into the ground and detonate it!
A cluster of bone lotuses stabbed into the Dragon Corpse's body, and Ji Feng hurriedly put it away, but he was still a step too late.
"Big brother, what are you doing? Do you have an issue with your little sister?"
It was both aggrieved and green-tea-like.
Ji Feng promptly stored the scimitar into Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night.
"Hahahaha, of course not, a slip of the hand, just a slip of the hand."
His little sister continued: "The Dragon Core is truly wicked to the core. Clearly, it made this soul tool, yet it didn't tell big brother how to use it. You must resort to family discipline to deal with it."
Ji Feng looked at the Dragon Core and gave a furious shout: "You were wrong!!"
The Dragon Core spun around a few times with a shy appearance, then swallowed Ma Chuwen's skin and flesh, and its radiance dissipated.
"He has admitted his mistake," Ji Feng said to the Dragon Corpse.
"Hahahaha, big brother is so handsome! Bring that scimitar over here; I want to hear what it said."
This scimitar could even speak?
Ji Feng placed the scimitar beside the Dragon Corpse.
The Dragon Corpse and the scimitar seemed to be communicating, but Ji Feng could not hear a single thing.
After a short while, a mass of spiritual power completely enveloped the scimitar.
The crisp voice of the Dragon Corpse carried a trace of indignation: "Such a bad spider! Whatever I asked, you answered, and you even dared to curse big brother?"
The Dragon Corpse was truly speaking with the scimitar, only Ji Feng could not hear it.
After another moment, the Dragon Corpse said: "Big brother, put this spider away. From now on, call her Bone Spirit."
Bone Spirit?
What a bizarre name.
"Can she suck bone marrow?" Ji Feng did not understand. "But the previous scimitar sucked blood."
The Dragon Corpse replied: "She can suck bone marrow, and she can also simulate one of the bone marrow's original owner's soul skills, though it uses white bones to simulate them."
"Then just now..."
"Just that lotus flower was that unlucky fellow's fourth soul skill, Earth-Rising Golden Lotus, except what he surged out was magma, while this bitch Bone Spirit changed it to bone spikes."
Ji Feng suddenly understood.
This Bone Spirit also possessed a replication ability, but the skills she copied could only be wielded using white bones.
Formidable, truly formidable. In the original work, Huo Yuhao required the guidance of the Auspicious Beast to acquire the Imprinting skill, yet Ji Feng unexpectedly secured a beggar-edition version at the two-ring level.
Ji Feng hurriedly put the scimitar away into Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night, wanting to continue inquiring, but the Dragon Corpse directly fell silent.
His little sister had gone to sleep.
She was still growing.
What a regular routine.
Ji Feng also felt somewhat tired.
This trip to the Old Madam's household had indeed yielded bountiful harvests.
The only question was, how on earth did the Dragon Core know how to refine things?
What else could it refine?
He should have let his little sister continue interrogating it.
This Dragon Core came from Shrek Academy. Hm? Didn't he rescue a pair of Shrek sisters earlier?
What were their names again?
Liu Chunmiao and her younger sister Liu Jieqi stood at the gates of Shrek, lingering and refusing to go in.
"Sister, are we really going to look for Elder Xuan?"
"Elder Xuan threw us there, so he must have had some hidden difficulties. We must ask him to make things clear."
Liu Jieqi bit her lip; she still felt something was amiss.
Elder Xuan was their teacher, so why hadn't he come to rescue them after all this time, almost leaving them to die there?
There had to be a problem in all of this.
Yet her sister held far too deep an attachment to Shrek, and no matter how Liu Jieqi tried, she could not persuade her otherwise.
Liu Jieqi thought for a moment and said: "Sister, let's go find Teacher Yan Shaozhe first instead of looking for Elder Xuan, how about that?"
Liu Chunmiao looked at her younger sister and said: "Fine, then let's go find Dean Yan Shaozhe first. I still believe in Elder Xuan."
Inside the Undead Demiplane, Ji Feng's sleep quality was exceptionally high.
With no dreams all night, he woke up, switched on the soul tool lamp, and checked his watch.
"Twelve o'clock. Did I sleep for that long?"
Ji Feng grabbed a bottle and drank water frantically.
He wanted to find a towel to wipe his face.
Earlier on, he had incidentally replenished a large quantity of daily living supplies and placed them here.
He searched for half a day but found nothing.
"What the hell? Did my little sister hide the things again? Is this a prank?"
Ji Feng took the soul tool lamp and searched all around, but found nothing.
Not finding a towel was no big deal; he could just buy another one.
The most crucial thing was that the Dragon Core was gone!!
Ji Feng instantly grew alert, his heart pounding violently!!
Last night, he clearly saw the Dragon Core refine the Bone Spirit Scimitar; how could it be gone upon waking up?
It had been hidden by the Dragon Corpse.
Where had it been hidden?
Apart from the Dragon Corpse, all the other items he had looted from the Old Madam's room had completely vanished.
"Little sister, where are the things? Where did they all go?"
The Dragon Corpse gave no response.
Ji Feng suddenly arrived at a horrifying conjecture.
Was there a possibility that these items weren't put away by the Dragon Corpse, but rather that someone had entered the Undead Demiplane?
Who? Ye Xishui? Or Di Tian? Or Long Xiaoyao?
In Douluo II, they were the only ones who mastered Spatial Power!
The moment he thought of this, cold sweat poured down Ji Feng's body!
Ji Feng inspected his surroundings, and suddenly, he discovered a blood gate.
This blood gate was identical to the blood gate used to enter the Undead Demiplane, except that a Roman numeral "Ⅰ" had been added to it.
What lay behind this door?
Another space?
Ji Feng's hand touched the blood gate, and suddenly, a tingling pain traveled from his left hand!
The "Spatial" Martial Soul automatically released itself!
Amidst that patch of shattered silver light, a black soul ring suddenly materialized!
Furthermore, it was precisely the limit age that Ji Feng could currently endure!
Twenty-Five Thousand Years!!
Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!
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