Chapter 109-Early Morning
The morning light from the God Burial Abyss once again filtered through the swirling evil clouds, casting a thin, bleak glow across the Immortal Killing Square. The dark golden halo of the core talisman array, the Nine Transformations Mysterious Evil Gathering Spirit Array, swirled steadily, dispelling the chill of the abyss.
A new day begins with Tie Niu's iconic, house-wrecking morning exercise roar.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Iron Ox's gigantic body dodged and leaped at the edge of the square. Every punch and kick carried a terrifying burst of stellar brute force, smashing into the specially made black iron stakes of the Abyss, making a dull thunderous sound that made the ground buzz.
Sweat was steaming on his bronze skin, the horns on his head were shining silver, and the new strength was consolidated and grown in the hearty release.
"Stupid cow! Be gentle! Do you want to shake the new hall down?" Luo Hongyi's scolding voice rang out as usual.
She didn't open the window, her voice lazily shimmering with sleep and a subtle hint of concern. From her fingertips, a wisp of dark green poison mist shot precisely at the Iron Ox's feet, silently seeping into the rock and leaving a darker green spot as a warning.
Tie Niu paused and replied in a muffled voice, "I know, Senior Sister Luo!" His movements became much "gentler", but the "gentle" wind from his fists still stirred up a whistling gale.
Inside the main hall, near the core area of the talisman formation.
Chu Linyuan sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed. The Frost Silence Sword lay across his knees, the Immortal Killing Spear hovering at his side. The tip of the spear held a restrained, yet chilling, edge.
Inside his body, the Dragon Evil Ice Prison Pill slowly rotated, and the pure evil energy was like a rushing cold current, continuously washing and expanding the meridians. Each cycle brought a clear feedback of tearing pain and increased strength.
A wisp of his mind, like an invisible hammer, continuously hammered at the Immortal-Slaying Spear's shaft. Each impact caused the spear to tremble slightly, its pristine lines illuminating for a moment before receding even deeper. Through this silent forging process, the compatibility between spear and man continuously improved.
Not far from him, Xie Zhao, still unhurried in his breathing, sat cross-legged on a jade cushion with star patterns. Though his face still looked sickly, he was full of energy, his eyes gleaming with astonishing brightness.
The brand new Jinghong Talisman Pen was suspended in front of him, with a warm dark golden luster flowing through the pen body and a dot of talisman light flickering at the tip of the pen.
His ten fingers danced swiftly like butterflies through flowers! Streams of condensed light golden talisman blood mixed with pure evil spirit flowed out from his fingertips and accurately injected into the Jinghong Talisman Pen!
The Jinghong Talisman Pen emitted a clear humming sound, and the pen body shone brightly! As Xie Zhao's thoughts guided it, the talisman pen seemed to have life, and in the void in front of him, it sketched rapidly like a dragon and a phoenix dancing!
This time, it is no longer a deduction, but a real combat exercise!
Target - a few pieces of gravel that fell to the ground in the square outside the temple due to the iron bull's "morning exercise"!
No-fly zone, freeze!
The talisman pen flicked quickly! A pale golden grid composed of countless fine runes instantly formed in front of the rubble! Where the grid enveloped it, the air seemed to solidify into a colloid! The rubble, which should have been shot out with the residual power of the Iron Bull, seemed to be trapped in an invisible quagmire, its speed suddenly decreasing, and finally, strangely, it hovered in mid-air!
Move and rotate!
A gleam flashed in Xie Zhao's eyes, and the trajectory of his talisman brush suddenly changed! An even more profound rune instantly took shape, merging into the previously stagnant grid! As if moved by an invisible hand of space, the hovering gravel instantly changed direction, like a precisely hurled stone projectile, whistling towards the vast armored wreckage of the abandoned Red Phoenix warship on the other side of the square, which served as a "target"!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gravel hit with pinpoint accuracy, leaving a few faint white marks on the thick armor! Although its power was limited, the effortless spatial manipulation and precise transfer were unmatched!
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