Nine hundred years.
A thousand years.
One thousand one hundred years.
Twelve hundred years.
With the support of the eight hundred mad soldiers, Xiao Nie's momentum soared infinitely, and in an instant he broke through the limit of the thousand-year ghost king, reaching the level of twelve hundred years, before slowly coming to a stop.
Although it did not acquire the exclusive abilities of the "Millennial Ghost King", such as the materialization of ghost realms or the aura of the Ghost King.
However, judging solely from his "cultivation level," with the support of the eight hundred mad soldiers, Xiao Nie was already a genuine "thousand-year-old ghost king."
The only drawback is that it cannot last long, at most lasting about 50 minutes.
Her capacity to bear it will reach its limit, and the eight hundred soldiers will also fall into weakness. They will need to recuperate for half a month in the Seven Returns and Nine Refinements Ghost-Slaying Altar to recover their vitality.
"Even if it's just a two-quarters-hour true hero, that's genuine Dao Foundation combat strength."
Bai Cang smiled with satisfaction. "Even small ones are cute. Half an hour is a long time. Some people can't even last three seconds."
Thinking this way.
With his white robes billowing, Bai Cang entered the "Pot Heaven Space" after the Seven Returns and Nine Refinements Ghost-Slaying Altar.
The Ghostly White Bone Banner remained in place, and Xiao Nie continued to reside within it as usual.
In this way, even if "Little Nie" is not by his side and Bai Cang does not hold the "Human Emperor's Banner", he can still "borrow the power from a distance".
"boom!"
With a thought, Bai Cang's aura surged, and in an instant, he had reached the level of perfect Qi Refining.
And it continues to rise, soon exceeding a certain limit.
"hold head high!"
In a daze, Bai Cang seemed to hear the roar of a dragon, like the cry of a crane and the cry of a phoenix.
A vast and powerful magical force surged within him, as if a dragon were struggling violently within him, trying to break through all limitations.
"not good!"
Bai Cang gritted his teeth, feeling like a small boat being swept away by a raging storm.
The enhancement of Xiao Nie's 1,200 years of "cultivation" completely exceeded his expectations, and there was a hint that it was getting out of control.
An overwhelming power surged within him, giving him an illusion of omnipotence.
Furthermore, a fierce will, mixed within this powerful force, constantly assaulted his reason.
If he hadn't gone through the ordeal of being "overwhelmed by malice," Bai Cang felt that he might not have been able to withstand the sudden attack.
"We have to endure it, even if we can't!"
"If it's an uncontrollable force, I'd rather not have it!"
Bai Cang concentrated his mind and spirit to an unprecedented degree, his clear Dao heart seemingly transcending his physical form and spirit, maintaining his calmness and rationality.
A raging, fierce storm swept in, stirring up turbulent waves in the sea of his mind, and a vast amount of magical power tried to break free from his body.
However, under Bai Cang's control, he was never able to achieve his goal. It was like rowing a boat on a raging sea. It seemed to be in a precarious situation, but in fact it was also on the verge of collapse. However, he held firm to his heart and there was no sign of him overturning.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
As the vast and boundless magical power gradually subsided, the fierce storm that had been raging in his heart had only just reached its peak.
Bai Cang could even sense that Xiao Nie's will, instincts, and spirituality had all merged into him, launching a violent challenge against him.
Her talent for capturing ghosts could indeed make her submit to Bai Cang, but her inherent ferocity and tyranny meant she would seize any opportunity.
Even knowing it's futile, they still "bite back," displaying a defiant spirit that, even if they can't do anything to you, will still take a piece of your flesh.
But at this moment, Bai Cang's clear Dao heart was like the cold moonlight above the nine heavens.
No matter how turbulent the waves are, no matter how fiercely they roar, they cannot affect the frost-like radiance hanging high in the sky, illuminating the boundless sea of the heart.
The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish; but sooner or later, the storm will calm down.
After an unknown amount of time, the turbulent waves that had nearly boiled over in the sea of my mind finally calmed down under the reflection of the moon in the sky.
When the fierce storm dissipates and the sea of the heart becomes as smooth as a mirror.
Bai Cang suddenly realized that the immense power he had once struggled to control was now so docile before him, and even the arrogant and fierce Xiao Nie showed extreme submission.
At that moment, Bai Cang suddenly understood: in the process of subduing his restless mind, he not only subdued a vast and boundless power, but also subdued the full ferocity of a "thousand-year-old ghost king".
He used his will to subdue Xiao Nie's mind and body, and even more so to subdue the impetuousness, anger, or rather... inner demons that arose from his own rapid improvement in cultivation.
With just a thought, Bai Cang felt a surge of magical power rising from his body.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed, and the lightning bolts rolled away.
Large raindrops fell, quickly turning into a downpour.
Bai Cang was suddenly inspired and leaped up, rushing into the rainy night like a howling wind and thunder.
The "Great Vajra Pestle," which had already reached its pinnacle, seemed to have become part of his instincts.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Amidst the torrential rain, Bai Cang punched and kicked.
A powerful and majestic magical force was contained within his body, but he did not use it at all.
As he leaped and bounded, he moved like an eagle or a falcon; when he stepped, he was like a charging bull or a ferocious tiger; his arms outstretched, he was like a white crane spreading its wings or a phoenix soaring…
A surge of intense energy seemed about to boil over and burst forth from his body.
However, under the suppression of the powerful and majestic magic, it was like Sun Wukong being suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain, unable to cause any disturbance.
Click!
Suddenly, lightning ripped across the sky.
Bai Cang suddenly stopped, his body enveloped in a mist that seemed to burn fiercely within him like a furnace.
The muscles throughout his body twitched spontaneously, bursting forth with bursts of energy, like an invisible barrier that kept out the wind and rain and evaporated water vapor.
It was as if his body had naturally generated innate qi, as if he had entered the innate realm again.
But he was absolutely certain that he hadn't used even the slightest bit of his magic.
"Snap!"
As the electric snakes moved in all directions, a crisp sound also rang out from Bai Cang's dantian.
Once an acupoint is opened, a vast amount of vital energy seems to be born out of thin air.
A power distinct from magical power, rooted in his body, qi and blood, and even his bloodline, surged, flowed, cheered, leaped, and roared within him, filling his entire body with explosive brute force.
"This is... the essence?"
"After reaching the Innate Realm in martial arts, my body also entered the Innate Realm?"
"No! This isn't innate, it's just the beginning of strength."
Bai Cang felt a surge of joy as he experienced the subtle changes in his body after its transformation.
The most obvious change is that his vital essence has increased by at least 10%.
Moreover, the brute strength derived from the body has once again experienced explosive growth.
Bai Cang estimated that at this moment, if he swung his arms, he would have at least 15,000 jin of strength.
"Perhaps I should find a strength-based martial art to practice!"
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