Chapter 69-Recognition and Destruction
Chu Linyuan's Frost Sword, which was fused with the Immortal-Slaying Spear's intent, was like the light of judgment that tore through the eternal darkness. Wrapped in the shadow of a dark golden dragon and icy runes of annihilation, it stabbed fiercely at the dragon skeleton's brow!
The target is not the remnant soul filled with hatred and resentment, but the body of the Immortal-killing Spear that belongs to him and has been silent for thousands of years!
Wherever the spear passed, the sticky dragon evil suppressed by Uncle Chen was pushed aside like a hot knife cutting butter! The dark red evil fire in the empty eye sockets danced wildly, emitting silent screams and resentment, but it could not stop the murderous aura that came from the same source!
The tip of the sword was placed with incredible precision at the end of the tail of the Immortal-Slaying Spear!
Ding——!!!
A sound, not the clang of metal, but a resounding crash that seemed to originate from the soul itself, erupted. It was like a morning bell ringing to awaken a sleeping god!
Boom——!!!
The entire ancient dragon skeleton shook violently! The massive dark gold skeleton groaned under the weight!
The chaotic dark golden light that erupted from the tip of the Immortal-killing Spear at the center of the eyebrows instantly converged, like a tamed mad dragon!
The countless ancient runes on the gun body were lit up, as if they were injected with new souls. The light flowed and emitted an unprecedented, cold and pure murderous pressure!
A torrent that was far purer and more condensed than the previous one, like the "destruction" rule of the origin of the universe, instantly surged back along the dark golden light bridge built by Xie Zhaofu's blood!
This time, it was no longer a violent impact and tearing!
But - recognize the Lord!
Like a wanderer returning home! Like a magic weapon returning to its sheath!
The moment the vast torrent of killing poured into Chu Linyuan's body, the chaotic energy of dark gold and ice blue flowing around him instantly boiled and collapsed!
The chain-like dark gold runes from his right arm to his cheek flickered and reorganized frantically! Finally, they transformed into a more ferocious, more majestic, complete dragon-shaped dark gold evil pattern wrapped with an endless aura of murder, deeply imprinted under his skin, even faintly penetrating his bones!
The Frost Silence Sword in his hand let out a deafening dragon roar! The sword body trembled violently, deformed, and stretched!
The pitch-black sword, as if forged by an invisible hammer, crumbled and reshaped inch by inch in the dark golden light! A ferocious guard like a dragon's fang spread from the hilt of the sword, and the blade transformed into a straight spear shaft stained with dark golden runes. The tip of the sword completely transformed, becoming a slashing spearhead that condensed a soul-freezing chill!
The Frost Silence Sword completely transformed, becoming the prototype of the Immortal-Slaying Spear! The spear was wrapped in a chaotic murderous aura of dark gold and icy blue, emitting a terrifying will to annihilate the heavens!
“Ugh!” Chu Linyuan’s body shook violently again, but this time it wasn’t pain, but a transformation filled to the brim with power, a tearing and reshaping process! He clenched the brand-new, cold, and heavy Immortal-Slaying Spear in his hand! A feeling of blood connection, of being able to control it with ease, arose spontaneously! The spear trembled slightly, as if responding to his will!
It's done! The Immortal-Slaying Spear has initially recognized its master and returned to its place!
However, just when the surge of power was about to drown Chu Linyuan's mind!
"puff--!"
Behind him, an extremely faint sound of blood spurting out came, but it was like thunder exploding in the depths of his soul!
The soul-attracting blood talisman, created by his burning soul and maintaining the light bridge, instantly disintegrated after completing its final mission—guiding the Immortal-Slaying Spear to recognize its master! The talisman turned into burning golden dust, drifting in the air filled with evil spirits.
Xie Zhao's body felt as if its last bit of support had been taken away, and he collapsed limply onto the scalding lava floor. The Jinghong Fu Pen slipped from his limp hand and rolled to the side, the cracks on the pen seemingly widening even further.
His face was pale, devoid of any color, and even his breathing was so weak it was almost cut off! His aura was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment! The backlash from the Life-Burning Blood Talisman was like a flood bursting through a dam. Without the suppression of the core Soul-Guiding Talisman, it instantly devoured his remaining vitality!
"Xie Zhao—!!!" Luo Hongyi screamed with unprecedented panic! Recklessly, she rushed to Xie Zhao's side, her trembling fingers quickly pulling out the few remaining bottles of life-saving elixirs. Regardless of what they were, she stuffed them into Xie Zhao's mouth! But the elixirs were like a drop in the ocean. Xie Zhao's body was like a leaking bag, unable to absorb them at all! The vitality in his body was rapidly draining away along with the burning talisman blood!
"Second Brother!" Su Tang crawled over and rolled over. Her psychic eyes clearly saw the almost extinguished life fire and the broken and exhausted soul in Xie Zhao's body. Tears fell like beads with a broken string, "Hold on! Family power! Power of power to protect your heart!" She pressed the image stone tightly against Xie Zhao's chest, guiding the thin halo of power of power to try to warm the cold body, but with little effect.
Tie Niu's huge body stood in front of Xie Zhao and Luo Hongyi like an iron tower. The wound on his back had already burst, and a mixture of dark green and bronze blood was dripping, but he was completely unaware.
The muscles on his bronze face were tense, and brute force surged beneath his skin, forming a solid barrier, alert to any possible aftermath.
He looked at Xie Zhao's face which quickly turned pale, then looked at Chu Linyuan who was standing in front of him with a gun, his eyes filled with bloodshot and a kind of rage called "helplessness"!
Bai Xiaolu held the weak Moon-Eating Rabbit in her arms and knelt silently beside Xie Zhao. Her clear big eyes were filled with tears. She stretched out her little hand and gently held Xie Zhao's cold fingers, as if she wanted to pass on her own warmth to him.
Rabbit also stretched out its pink tongue and carefully licked the light golden blood foam overflowing from the corner of Xie Zhao's mouth, making a low whimper.
Chu Linyuan's grip on the Immortal Killing Spear suddenly tightened! The cold touch and tremendous power coming from the spear body were like a red-hot iron at this moment!
Xie Zhao's breath, which was so weak that it was almost gone, was like an ice-cold steel needle, piercing into his heart that had just been filled with strength!
All the frenzy of power and all the will to kill were frozen in an instant!
He turned around abruptly! The cold tip of the Immortal-Slaying Spear drew a sharp, cold light through the air!
What met his cold eyes was Xie Zhao's figure, lying on the scorching rocks, his life rapidly fading. It was the unprecedented panic and despair on Luo Hongyi's pale face. It was Su Tang's futile prayers and tears. It was Tie Niu's silent, mountain-like protection, dripping with blood. It was Xiaolu's silent sorrow.
And... that cracked, dull and lifeless Jinghong talisman pen that rolled in the dust.
And... at the end of the talisman pen, the crookedly carved word "Chu" that he had mocked countless times and secretly stroked countless times.
A red-hot boulder was thrown into the frozen heart lake!
An unprecedented violent emotion, a mixture of rage, fear, and some kind of severe pain of being forcibly torn apart, like an out-of-control dragon, suddenly broke through the cold dam that Chu Linyuan had just built!
The dark golden dragon pattern on his cheek suddenly burst into a dazzling murderous light! The Immortal Killing Spear in his hand emitted a bloodthirsty hum!
"roar--!!!"
A furious roar, not from strength but from the deepest depths of his soul, like a lone wolf in despair, erupted from Chu Linyuan's throat! His eyes instantly turned red, locked onto the magnificent ancient dragon skeleton! All his rationality, all his cold calculations, were completely burned away at this moment! Only one thought remained -
Tear it apart! Use this Immortal-Slaying Spear to completely rip this damned dragon skeleton and its remaining soul apart! Crush it into powder! Bury it with Xie Zhao...!
The Immortal-Slaying Spear sensed its master's overwhelming will for destruction, and the dark golden runes on the spear body lit up crazily! The cold aura of annihilation mixed with Chu Linyuan's rampaging dragon evil was like a world-destroying volcano about to erupt!
He took a step forward! The lava ground exploded beneath his feet! The tip of his spear pointed directly at the two balls of resentful evil fire in the dragon's hollow eye sockets! He poured all his strength into the spear!
A hoarse, tired, yet powerful voice, like an icy soul-calming monument, slammed down on Chu Linyuan's soul that was about to explode!
He still stood hunched over, looking as small as a speck of dust before the dragon skeleton's massive head. His cloudy old eyes didn't even glance at the furious Chu Linyuan, but instead stared intently at the spot between the dragon skeleton's brows where the Immortal-Slaying Spear's body met the dark gold dragon bone.
There, the dark red blood that had stubbornly seeped through before, after experiencing the energy impact of the Immortal-Slaying Spear recognizing its master, not only did not disappear, but instead squirmed and expanded like a living thing, turning into a fist-sized dark red blood scab that kept rolling and exuding endless resentment and ominous aura!
Deep within the blood clot, there were countless twisted faces of resentful souls wailing silently!
This foul blood is the essence of the ancient dragon soul's eternal malice! It is the source of the curse that corrodes the Immortal-Slaying Spear! It is also... the culprit that pollutes this "pure land"!
Uncle Chen's skinny hands slowly lifted the worn broom. The tip of the broom no longer pointed at the blood, but hovered three inches above the blood clot.
In his cloudy eyes, the numbness that had settled for thousands of years was replaced by an extremely deep pain and cold murderous intent, as if digging up the grave of a loved one!
He bent down slowly, extremely slowly, his movements filled with an almost reverent concentration. The tip of the broom, not sweeping, but like the most precise scalpel, gently, extremely lightly touched the very core and filthiest spot of the rolling dark red blood scab!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no energy frenzy.
There was only a very slight sound, like a bubble bursting.
The dark red blood scab that condensed the essence of the ancient dragon soul's eternal resentment, the moment it was touched by the tip of the broom, was like a pustules that was punctured, silently... dissipated!
It transformed into wisps of almost invisible, dark red smoke emitting a foul smell, and was then brought up by the tip of the broom into an extremely weak gray airflow that contained the true meaning of "return to dust and annihilation". It was gently brushed away like sweeping away garbage, and completely annihilated into nothingness!
As the core of the foul blood was annihilated, the entire magnificent ancient dragon skeleton trembled violently! The two balls of dark red evil fire burning in the empty eye sockets seemed to have been cut off from the source. In an instant, they dimmed and swayed, and finally, with a "puff", they were completely extinguished!
The overwhelming dragon-like pressure dissipated as quickly as the receding tide! The remaining resentful will let out a final, unwilling scream before returning to complete silence!
The entire underground cave fell into deathly silence in an instant.
Only Uncle Chen slowly straightened up, his cloudy old eyes still fixed on the cleaned spot between the dragon's brows, as if invisible filth still remained there. He repeated hoarsely and exhaustedly:
“…Finally…it’s a little cleaner…”
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