Chapter 485: Real Good Man Cang Dong
Even though I was mentally prepared, a thief who steals for a thousand days will inevitably be caught.
But at this moment Zhang Yang was still shocked, and then a scene that made him even more terrified appeared.
Rays of sky blue light gently emerged around his true spirit and transformed into blue stars, floating and spinning, magnificently beautiful.
However, this blue star actually cut off Zhang Yang's connection with the Death Ship, and he was unable to teleport back.
"Haha! You little fire thief, why don't you run away? I have spent a lot of effort to capture you. Now, if I don't refine your soul to pieces, you will really regard this soul refining formation as a decoration!"
The furious voice of the Winter God sounded, and it looked like his teeth were itching with hatred.
The flame of civilization is harmless to most gods, and even many powerful krypton gold demigods do not take the flame of civilization seriously.
But the spittoon jar is used to smuggle time waste, so as the orthodox civilization born on the trunk of the long river of time, it is specifically killed and restrained.
A small amount of civilizational fire had no threat to the spittoon jar. In order to gather enough civilizational fire to refine the spittoon jar, the God Cang Dong had been planning for more than 100,000 years. He even cooperated with the virus clan and set up hundreds of thousands of life and death arenas in thousands of fifth-sequence civilizations.
With the help of the civilizational legacy generated by the arena of life and death, he set up the great array for refining the spirit.
As a result, a thief who came out of nowhere had stolen more than one thousandth of the total civilization without his knowledge.
How could he tolerate this, because this matter concerns Cang Dong's life and death!
Do you really think he is willing to be a spittoon official who is hated by heaven and people and cannot even be accommodated by the framework of the six major sequences? Smuggling time waste and reversing time are challenging the long river of time, the six major sequences, and the common rules of the heavens and the myriad worlds. It is the kind of thing that will really not end well.
But there was no way. He had mistakenly believed that he could gain a foothold in the Fourth Sequence by clinging to the ancient god. As a result, half of his true spirit was sealed in this spittoon jar by the ancient god. If he didn't smuggle, he would die!
Fortunately, the ancient god seemed to have encountered some big trouble and had not appeared for tens of millions of years. He then planned everything, first leaking some information to let a group of enemies kill him, then plundering his own world, and finally automatically reducing his dimension to the fifth sequence, and finally completing this great formation of refining the soul.
As long as he refined the spittoon jar, he would no longer be controlled by the ancient god.
Therefore, Cangdong was extremely angry at the destructive Zhang Yang. Not only did he throw his true spirit into the core of the soul refining formation, he also threw it directly into the spittoon jar.
That place is where death is inevitable.
Time waste is one of the six major sequences and the most vicious non-toxic substance in the universe.
At this moment, Zhang Yang, who was thrown into the spittoon urn, has calmed down. There is nothing he can do if he doesn't calm down, because his true spirit has been completely fixed by those blue stars and he can't move at all.
"Could this thing be the Mechanical Iron Divine Sand made of Mechanical Soul Gold? This Cang Dong is really wealthy."
Zhang Yang carefully identified it. There was no similar knowledge in his main memory, but there were very detailed records in the filtered magic information.
Mechanical Iron Divine Sand is a more vicious and weird substance made of mechanical soul gold. Once this thing comes out, it can isolate space and information. It is the best means to interrupt teleportation-type talent skills.
No wonder Zhang Yang’s connection with the Death Ship was cut off all of a sudden.
If his body is cut off, he can still contact the Death Ship.
But now it was only his true spirit that was cut off, which was a problem.
After all, for the Death Boat, Zhang Yang was still staying quietly on the boat.
But if his true spirit is gone, what’s the use of having a body? He will just be a vegetable.
Zhang Yang wanted to smile bitterly, this time things really got out of hand.
He could neither see nor sense what was going on around him. The Mechanical Iron God Sand really lived up to its reputation; it was said to isolate everything, and it really did isolate everything, unless he met someone with an even harder head.
In fact, just one second later, a more iron-headed substance appeared. In the spittoon jar, the only thing that could exist was the waste time that had not been emptied out.
The accumulation of these time wastes year after year has long formed a unique ecology, well, that is, mutation, so it is more terrifying than the real flame of nothingness.
Hundreds of the three hundred mechanical iron sands were dissolved in less than half a minute.
Even Zhang Yang's true spirit was no exception, and this dissolution was more painful than contact with purple fire.
He couldn't even howl in pain.
What can we do now? Zhang Yang spat out a stream of purple fire. He didn't know if this kind of civilizational fire could fight against the more toxic waste of time, but it could definitely restrain the spittoon urn.
“Buzz!”
“Boom!”
As soon as the purple fire appeared, the whole world began to shake violently. In this shaking, those time wastes of different colors and with bared fangs and claws seemed to be tied with a layer of shackles and pressed down tightly.
The crisis was temporarily resolved.
It was only then that Zhang Yang saw the space here, and he had a feeling that it was so huge and vast.
There is no end in sight.
There is no sky, no earth, only the bound wastes of time. Here they no longer appear in the form of flames of nothingness, but in various shapes. Some look like people, some like clouds, some like monsters, some like trees, flowers and plants, and some like mountains and rivers. In short, this means a very terrible thing.
That is, these wastes of time seem to have produced their own souls.
Zhang Yang couldn't imagine what kind of horrible damage would be caused if these time wastes that produced his own soul rushed out of this spittoon and appeared in the world.
Or perhaps this is the consequence of traveling backwards through the main river of time.
But this is not what Zhang Yang needs to consider now. He has to see if he can save himself first.
One hundred and forty-two of the three hundred mechanical iron divine sands were dissolved, but there were still one hundred and fifty-eight that were firmly fixed on Zhang Yang's true spirit. This was the disgusting thing about this thing, and it was also the reason why the Winter God Cang Dong did not intend to recycle it.
This is like sticky candy. As long as we get involved, we will be good brothers and good partners, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives, no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, a demon or a monster.
"I can't possibly cut off half of my true spirit, can I?"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel fortunate that his true spirit had been free-swimming during this period, making his true spirit as strong as a towering tree, so the 158 mechanical iron sands could only cover half of his true spirit.
He could even faintly sense the Death Ship now. He had to admit, the Death Ship was still very powerful. If the number of Mechanical Iron God Sands were a few dozen less, he would definitely be able to summon the Death Ship.
Just as I was thinking this, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Who are you? Could it be that you have also fallen into the trap set by the old demon Jiuchu?"
Zhang Yang's true spirit followed the sound and saw a strange birdcage mountain in the distant void. Inside the mountain was a monster bigger than the mountain. The monster had three heads, one with a golden horn, one with white hair, and one with red eyes.
So Zhang Yang immediately knew who this was.
If it’s not half of the true spirit of that unlucky guy Cangdong, then who else could it be?
As for that old demon Jiuchu, he must be the ancient god.
I don't know if Cang Dong can contact his true spirit trapped in the spittoon jar. Also, is this a true spirit? Why does it seem to be the real body?
At this time, the Cangdong True Spirit in the Birdcage Mountain spoke again:
"My name is Cang Dong. I am from the Abyss Demon Clan. I have been trapped here for 280,000 years. You seem to be from the Sky Human Clan?"
Cangdong Zhenling's tone was very calm, without any worldly air, as if he was an old man who was accustomed to the changing world, calm and composed.
But Zhang Yang didn't believe it. It would be strange if anyone didn't go crazy after being trapped for so long.
So he ignored me and said, "If you have the guts, just fly over and peck me."
"The mechanical iron sands on your body are not easy to deal with. Over time, they will drill deep into your true spirit and eventually take over your true spirit. I have a way to resolve it. You may as well try it."
The True Spirit of Cangdong continued to speak, and then, regardless of whether Zhang Yang believed it or not, he just told him the method to resolve the problem.
This time, Zhang Yang was finally moved, because after careful consideration, he found that the method suggested by Cangdong Zhenling was really effective.
It can't be that Cang Dong is actually a good person? Haha, I don't believe it.
But why not give it a try?
The method that Cangdong mentioned is a method of refining the true spirit, which is specifically used to horizontally enhance the true spirit. Because according to him, the residual time waste in the spittoon urn is extremely ferocious. Even with the suppression of the urn, it will occasionally explode. Compared with them, the real time waste is as gentle as a little lamb.
Therefore, as a true spirit imprisoned here, you must learn to fight back.
As for this method of refining the true spirit, it was not created by Cangdong's true spirit, but was left by the true spirit of the previous Spitball Official, and the true spirit of the previous Spitball Official was obtained from the previous Spitball Official.
After all, the ancient god had existed for an unknown amount of time, and he had gone back in time countless times, so there was an unknown amount of time waste that needed to be processed. So the spittoon official naturally had to be replaced one after another, and when the previous one died, he would catch another one.
In short, Cangdong Zhenling himself said that once you come in here, don’t even think about leaving. The ancient god Jiuchu has been tyrannical for tens of millions of years, and no one can control him.
Instead of doing this, it is better to relax and make the rest of your life less boring.
Zhang Yang was skeptical about this statement, but this method of refining the true spirit might really be a good thing.
I just don’t know, if the evil Cang Dong outside finally refines the spittoon urn and meets the real good guy Cang Dong, will it cause a split personality?
The method of refining true spirit is indeed real and extremely powerful.
After practicing for only a short period of time, Zhang Yang clearly discovered that his true spirit had become stronger.
Moreover, he also noticed that this method of refining the true spirit could make the true spirit divine, which is the so-called huge as a mountain and as oppressive as a prison, just like the true spirit of the true good man Cang Dong at this moment.
At this point, even having a body or not is not important.
(End of this chapter)
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