In a remote kingdom area, a village was devoured by fire, and the flames shot into the sky, turning the entire night sky blood red.
The burnt smell drifted away in the wind, mixed with the strong smell of blood.
Thick smoke rose into the sky, like a silent complaint to the sky.
In front of the village, a group of figures stood silently.
The firelight illuminated their faces, and murderous intent and regret filled their eyes.
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A young man knelt in front of a middle-aged man. He was in ragged clothes, his face was covered with soot, and his eyes were full of hatred, "I want to join you."
The young man's voice was hoarse, but he was extremely determined. "I want strength, I want revenge----"
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and uttered two words: "I will die!"
"Haha."
The young man laughed miserably, and the shrill voice was particularly harsh in the dark night, "I would rather die than live now. As long as I can get revenge, I will be willing to go to the eighteenth level of hell."
Looking at the young man in front of him, the middle-aged man's eyes seemed to be in a trance.
However, he quickly came to his senses, and his eyes full of vicissitudes of life seemed to see clearly into the depths of the young man's soul.
After a while, he nodded slightly.
"Since you have decided to join us," his voice was low and solemn, "Then read after me."
"Take my broken body to bear darkness, suffering as a contract, and the blade as a guide."
The young man read along word for word, his voice hoarse but firm.
"In the name of the sun, we punish rape and eradicate evil."
"Everyone who is evil will be punished!"
"Those who break the contract will be devoured secretly!"
After the boy finished reading the last sentence, a blood-red tube of Potion appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.
The solution glowed strangely under the firelight, like coagulated blood.
"You still have a chance to regret it now."
The man handed Potion to the boy.
The young man grabbed Potion, his eyes as fierce as a wounded lone wolf. "But I don't want to regret it anymore."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly. "The oath you just made must be engraved in your flesh and blood and bone marrow. As long as you survive it, you will be reborn."
The young man raised his head and drank it. The next moment, a shrill scream suddenly tore through the night.
The young man curled up on the ground, rolling around in pain, with veins popping up all over his body, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his bone marrow.
But amidst the screams, the light in the young man's eyes became more and more intense.
It was an obsession that was almost crazy, risking your own life and risking everything.
The people around him watched silently, and no one came forward.
Because... they also came here step by step.
I don't know how long it took, but the screams gradually subsided.
The young man was lying on the ground, panting heavily, his body soaked with sweat, as if he had walked away from the gate of hell.
The middle-aged man leaned down, pulled him up from the ground, patted his shoulder, "Welcome to join...Sun Cult!"
Then a group of people built tombs one after another for this lifeless village.
A black shadow suddenly passed over the sky, flapping its wings, and a slightly sharp sound came from above, rapid and cold.
"Found it, Northeast, thirty kilometers away!"
Everyone present raised their heads at the same time, murderous intent reignited in their eyes.
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and spoke in a low voice.
"We... it's time to go!"
Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
At the intersection of two extremely cold and extremely hot springs, the mist lingers all year round, shrouding this medicine garden like a fairyland.
Lin Yang sat cross-legged on a large bluestone by the spring, his eyes slightly closed, and his breathing was long, faintly carrying a special rhythm.
And in his body, Soul Power surged like a tide, and with every breath, the sticky tide seemed to become more solid.
The whole process is long and boring, and there is no room for impatience.
This state has lasted for half a year for Lin Yang.
For more than half a year, there was no breakthrough in his cultivation.
But only he himself knows how horrifyingly the Soul Power has accumulated in his body.
If it weren't for Second Awakening followed by Demon God Body, his body would have been unable to bear it and would have exploded.
Every meridian and flesh in his body contains the majestic Soul Power.
And now it has reached a critical point.
Even a little more, and he might explode like a popped balloon.
"It's time...
Lin Yang opened his eyes, and two sharp gazes shot out from the dark pupils.
Among Dantian, the originally filled liquid Soul Power has been compressed into a fist-sized sphere.
There are faint cracks appearing on the surface, as if it will collapse at any time.
Now is the most critical moment.
It's okay if he succeeds, but if he fails, although he won't die, his half-year efforts will be in vain.
Lin Yang took a deep breath, and his mind sank. Spiritual Power Entanglement was like a thread on the ball, and began the final compression.
For a moment.
Two times.
Three times.
Every rotation and compression was accompanied by severe pain.
It was as if a knife was stabbing him Dantian constantly.
Lin Yang Veins popped up on his forehead, but his breathing was still steady, without any disorder.
Lan Qin was guarding her, and she was equally anxious, but she knew she couldn't help, so she could only pray silently.
I don't know how long it took, but a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to pierce the sky suddenly erupted from Lin Yang's body!
Invisible air waves mixed with a heart-stopping sharp force swept around.
Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well The fog was torn apart instantly, revealing the blue sky above.
Lan Qin was well prepared. At the moment of the explosion, an airtight vine net had already wrapped the medicine garden in it.
The sharp Sharp Gold Power cut the Blue Silver rattan net in an instant, but it quickly grew and spread.
If one layer is not enough, use two layers; if two layers are not enough, use ten layers.
Endless life is the essence of Blue Silver Emperor.
At this moment, a golden Soul Core was quietly suspended in the center of Lin Yang and Dantian, slowly rotating.
With every turn, pure Soul Power will overflow from it, travel along the meridians throughout the body, and then flow back to condense.
It goes round and round, endlessly.
Extreme Gold Soul Core, done!
But it's not over yet.
At this moment, the Soul Power he had accumulated exploded at this moment, pouring into Soul Core.
Soul Core accepts all these Soul Power comers and absorbs them all.
And Lin Yang's cultivation level also shot up like a rocket.
Level fifty-six.
Level fifty-seven.
Level fifty-eight.
In just a few short seconds, Lin Yang and Soul Power had already broken through the fifty-ninth level and finally calmed down.
Lin Yang had a flash of regret in his eyes.
If it weren't for Extreme Gold, he might have broken through to level 60 by now.
But without the ultimate, can he still condense Soul Core?
This is a problem.