Vol 3 Chapter 258: Resurrection

Chapter 258 Resurrection
A long time ago, in the Demon Clan’s Underground Palace under the Qinglong Mountain Range in Tianhong City, Huang Ming taught Shen Shi the secret method, either abolishing the Ling Aperture and returning to the Dantian, or abolishing the Dantian and choosing the Ling Aperture. , It also represents the two completely different paths that Shen Shi will take in the future.
It's just that this choice is cruel and ruthless, but when the secret method is really cultivated, of course, it is impossible to directly pierce the dantian directly without moving. According to Huang Ming’s secret method, even if Shen Shi chooses one of the paths, he must practice carefully, slowly extract the spiritual power from the dantian or the spiritual aperture, and use the secret method to transform it into the spiritual power of another acupuncture point. One of them, the whole body and spiritual power are combined into one, and this will succeed. The time taken for this should be at least about one month. &nb fiction sp; Shen Shi had been hesitant about this matter before. Even when he was on the Jinhong Mountain, he still had more thoughts in his mind. In fact, he kept the path of Dantian discarding the Yin and Yang curse. Where is the weight in his heart is not light. It was just this idea that after he came to the extreme north snowfield, after several twists and turns, especially after encountering the old dragon and the extremely powerful headless giant, he was a little shaken.
Then, I suddenly fell into this desperate situation.
What can I care about at the moment of life and death?
At the moment of life and death, what do you value most?
Is it the silent sect far away in the sky, or is it a powerful force that can make you powerful? If you have enough strength, will you not fall into such a desperate situation?
If there is enough strength, will many things not happen?
If it is strong enough, maybe...she won't leave either...
Time is so urgent, so short, life and death are only a moment, opening and closing eyes, as if it is another reincarnation.
He couldn't care too much, even at the last moment, the dark, strange, inhuman and non-ghost figure passed through his mind once.
When the light of the dragon-patterned golden armor burst out with the last brilliance and it was scattered like stars and turned into ashes, his heart seemed to be cold as ice at that moment, and he no longer had any mercy for this world, including himself, with a palm. Inserted into his belly, when the painful enough to be distorted came, he used the coolest and craziest method to make himself choose that path in advance.
He directly destroyed his dantian!
In an instant, it was as if a sun exploded in the body, and the huge spiritual power that would burst his body into pieces, instantly losing his destination, exploded suddenly, and then rushed into the meridians of the whole body with an unstoppable force. , Wherever he went, a sharp blade instantly cut numerous wounds in his body.
This is simply chaos. From ancient times to the present, no human cultivator has ever done this. Even if he committed suicide, no one has ever chosen such a painful and crazy method of death.
But Shen Shi has no time to slowly cultivate that kind of secret technique. He needs power. Without power, he is about to die now, but even this technique does not seem to have any hope of success at all. His whole body was painful like a knife cut, like the painful twitching of thousands of knives, and his spiritual power was completely chaotic. Even if he destroyed his dantian, there was no sign of the spirit orifice rushing to his other spiritual power lair.
So it seems that only death is left waiting for him.
Perhaps the sharp teeth and claws of those ghost blood wolves were a relief to him, it was just his dying struggle before he died.
In despair, Shen Shi’s entire spirit was concentrated in his spiritual aperture, desperately trying to use the secret method taught by Huang Ming to extract those scattered dantian spiritual powers that ran around on his body, but he soon discovered that he seemed to be completely Lost control of the spiritual power in the body.
Everything is out of control...
Sure enough, it is impossible to succeed in the madness of dying.
Shen Shi let out a breath of pain gently, closed his eyes and waited for death.
It was just at this moment that he suddenly saw the shadow of the ancient long sword floating in silence deep in his spiritual aperture. For some reason, Shen Shi suddenly felt that this long sword was very familiar at this moment. There is a very cordial feeling.
Think about it, the Slaughter Immortal Ancient Sword has been in his body for a long time. Sometimes, Shen Shi would even forget its existence, but regarded it as a part of his body.
In the incomparable pain, his mind suddenly calmed down. He silently stared at the phantom of the ancient sword, suddenly his thoughts were like an arm, stretched out in the void, and instantly firmly grasped the handle. Hilt of an ancient sword.
His whole body shook abruptly, and the spiritual power he encountered frantically stagnated at that moment.
After a while, the Slaughter Immortal Ancient Sword was in his spirit aperture, slowly beginning to emit a white and soft light, getting brighter and brighter, until it showed his head and eye sockets.
A magical and weird golden vortex, centered on the Slaughter Ancient Sword, began to revolve, and the entire Spirit Aperture was roaring, and the incomparable spiritual power that had been cultivated for a long time was involved. Then there seemed to be thunder and lightning, and it seemed to resonate with the heavens and the earth, it seemed that the Spirit Aperture was the heaven and the earth, and the wind and snow on the snowy field were also trembling.
"Ka Ka Ka Ka..." A series of weird sounds echoed from the body of Shen Shi fell to the ground. The ghost blood wolves who were about to bite his flesh madly were startled, they couldn't help taking a step back, and then saw it. A ray of light radiated from this dying person.
Shen Shi soberly saw that all the spirit power in his body suddenly seemed to have encountered an unresistable strong suction force, which was drawn from all corners of his body, rushing towards his head frantically, and the end was at The powerful vortex on the ancient sword of Slaughter Immortal.
Within a moment, the spiritual power of his whole body suddenly disappeared, and for the first time in his life, it was completely gathered in one place.
In his spiritual aperture!
The Slaughter Immortal Ancient Sword in the whirlpool suddenly shined, and Shen Shi suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel that the ancient aura fell from the sky, and it seemed that it was actually somewhere in the body, just like this rumbling out. He slammed his right arm, and a phantom suddenly appeared, unexpectedly condensing an ancient long sword in his hand.
The sword light was burning, coldly condensing the world.
Everything in the world seems to be in the palm of your hand, so the heart of killing can no longer be restrained!
Between his brows and eyes, there was a moment of frost, without any emotion, a sword pierced, not toward the wolves, not toward the earth, not toward life or death, but a sword toward the dark sky.
So there was a light.
Break through the sky!
The land in a radius of several tens of meters, instantly seemed to boil, all the ghost fires in the eyes of more than a hundred ghost blood wolves were extinguished at the same time, and even the horrible howling was not heard, and they were completely dead, and then they were even more cracked. Engulfed by light.
That beam of light went straight to the sky, pierced through the dark clouds, and caused billowing waves, like a giant beast that has been dormant for thousands of years, suddenly awakened and roared at the sky. ,
So the situation changed color, and sentient beings looked sideways.
The figure holding the ancient sword stood like that in the deepest part of the brilliance, holding for ten breaths of time, and then when the light dissipated, and the ancient sword disappeared, like the desolation after the prosperity fell. He fell down without saying a word.
(I have been telling myself all day, if you don’t ask for leave, you must write it... It’s a bit late, sorry.)