AWB Chapter 357 Spinal Dragon
Chapter 357 Spinal Dragon
Emperor Yan has begun to come into contact with the vast underworld, changing the Spear of Death and refining it together with the Book of Life and Death.
The refining process was surprisingly fast and comfortable, even simpler than hanging up the machine. It was like two first loves who hadn't seen each other for years, and on Valentine's Day, they finally ran towards each other, letting nature take its course and blending together seamlessly, wishing they could become one.
Zhang Song clearly felt the incomparable kindness of the Netherworld towards him.
A voice from the unknown told him how to establish the underworld, how to allocate powers, and how to communicate with other realms.
Even how to establish reincarnation and how to reward and punish reincarnation have been touched upon to a certain extent.
As the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen merged, the netherworld was also expanding little by little, just like water drops constantly dripping into a basin, gradually expanding.
Expand, expand, and expand continuously.
The most direct feeling is that the cultivation speed of these ghosts and spirits has become extremely fast, and even some ordinary ghosts have a chance to regain their sanity and become extremely powerful.
Great ghost kings like Feng Cai can feel the changes in themselves, just like a fish can clearly feel that the fish pond has become bigger, the water has become better, and the food has become more abundant.
This is prosperity, representing the netherworld being broken and then rebuilt. It begins to grow and develop.
The vitality of the laws is recovering little by little, just like a patient after surgery. Although his body is normal, he still needs recuperation, slowly restore his various functions, gradually control his own power, and become healthier and healthier.
Feng Cai felt even more respectful in her heart. The Netherworld was experiencing so many changes now, all thanks to the new Palace Master. This one blessing was driving the entire world.
She had no other thoughts. She felt the changes around her and naturally practiced well, hitting wherever the mansion lord's arm pointed.
Feng Cai was originally a young lady from a wealthy family in this world. She had enjoyed a life of luxury, but her family fell into poverty and she was sold to a brothel. She was redeemed as a concubine and then poisoned to death by the eldest wife...
She did not complain about her fate, nor did she have the slightest desire to become a ghost.
But she was still enlightened by a Confucian ghost. Her ideals were not big. She would repay hatred with hatred and repay kindness with kindness. A drop of water would be repaid with a spring. The revenge for a broken tooth must be repaid with the head.
She thought about it and looked towards the location of Tietuo City, wondering whether she should destroy that guy first to save the lord of the palace from worrying.
The Great Ghost King Cao Ben has been feeling uneasy these past few days, and is secretly frightened by the changes in the underworld.
He had some thoughts in mind, but now he felt cold, as if a layer of cold water had been poured over his heart. This new King Yan was too terrifying. He couldn't even think of responding to him.
Fortunately, he was glad that he had taken the initiative to join the underworld and obeyed Zhang Song as his master, without any intention of resisting.
Thinking this way, he was probably a person with great luck and great opportunities. Maybe if he performed well, he could get a position as the Lord of Reincarnation in the future. Life was very promising, and he was full of motivation, thinking about when to express his loyalty to the Lord of the Mansion.
Cao Ben was arrogant and powerful. He would destroy any forces under his command that disobeyed him.
Zhang Song did not interfere too much. In the underworld, the strong are respected and there is no order.
Cao Ben’s Tietuo has the most ghost generals and has conquered the largest areas. The bolder ones have already expanded towards the River Styx.
Ren County in Dingxi is the most peaceful and the smallest in power, but its cohesion is not low. Every year, a sum of underworld stones is sent to the Palace of the King of Hell.
The Hall of the King of Hell now covers an area of tens of thousands of acres. The large black brick buildings are built one after another. They were exactly copied from the imperial palace of the Zhou Dynasty on the ground to save trouble.
Sitting on the huge throne, he released his spiritual consciousness, and within a radius of three thousand miles, all who passed by his will felt submission, as if everything was in the palm of his hand.
If the place is larger, the power of the soul will not be enough. That's how the Taoist masters are. They have absolute control over their own territories. If they don't take action, then it's fine. But if they do, they will definitely wipe out the enemies completely.
He, the King of Hell, now has great power, and now he feels that endless power is washing over his body all the time.
Even if he didn't practice, just sitting like this every day would give him various insights and greatly improve his strength.
The Netherworld of the Kuwu World is a big pond, which can still support Zhang Song now. When it can't, he will have to do the same as other Taoist masters. Either attack and seize the territory of other Taoist masters, or conquer other big worlds.
There is no way around it. The Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, the Lich Tribulation, were all caused by the races being too powerful. The whole world could not bear it. If they expanded outward, they would be restricted by the other side. No one would submit to anyone else, so it would be better to fight in advance.
"It turns out that my most powerful technique is indeed the Four Seasons Sutra given to me by the system."
Let this clone practice here. As long as Taoist Mosquito does not cause trouble, Emperor Yan can officially be promoted to the Taoist Lord realm in at most sixty years.
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In the Immortal Palace, Zhang Song rubbed his forehead gently. As expected, after his clone became stronger, his soul could not bear it anymore. If this continued, he would become a mental patient.
But if I completely split off a new soul to control Emperor Yan, then I would be completely sick.
The true form of Emperor Yan is chaotic and bizarre, constantly devouring flesh and blood creatures. What is the difference between cutting out the soul and giving birth to a child? If it betrays you, is unfilial, and separates the family to live separately, then that would only bring you trouble.
However, the netherworld is too weird. Even he, the King of Hell, can sense three places where Taoist Mosquito is hiding. If he has not reached the Taoist master level, going there to check would be no different from delivering takeout.
"Brother Song." Qiu Yueniang felt the fatigue on Zhang Song's body, walked over with concern, and rubbed his head gently as usual.
"Now that we have the Immortal Palace, we can just practice slowly. Besides, you and Xiaoqing, two great Heavenly Masters, have joined forces, so even a Quasi-Saint would have to avoid you."
Zhang Song smiled. He was not in a hurry. His real body was hidden here now. There was also the head of a Taoist master's clone inside his body. His hard power was stronger than that of the Antarctic Immortal.
He is even more terrifying. He is the incarnation of Emperor Yan, and he can even drag a quasi-saint to death.
Zhang Song stood up, took Yue Niang's arm in hand, and slowly walked along the lake.
In the distance was a huge headless corpse. It looked to be only about two meters tall and without a head, but it gave the impression to everyone in the Immortal Palace that it was huge and majestic. The entire Immortal Palace felt as if it was so full that it could not accommodate any more.
The aura of one clone is more powerful than that of Taiyi, Yuding and Puxian combined.
Seeing this headless corpse, countless memories in Zhang Song's sea of consciousness awakened, passing through his mind like a short movie. Even various kinds of insights seeped into his sea of consciousness bit by bit. This was the Dao of Master Ku Wu. Just these remaining memories saved him thousands of years.
Zhang Song stood by the water and watched for two hours, a smile on his face: "Let's go. By the way, each of you will refine a drop of martial arts blood. Jingjing, Qingying and Sister Zhu Ye, each of you will extract a section of the spine dragon to refine yourself."
The spinal dragon is the spine, which has now formed into a big dragon. It is ferocious and violent, comparable to a top-level immortal weapon.
Three days later, the women came out of retreat or drank tea, all knowing that their husbands were going to give them an explanation today so that they could all advance into the Divine Lord realm.
Mu Jin looked pitiful and said with a flattering smile: "Well, my sisters all know that I have a poor talent for cultivation and I haven't practiced peacefully for a few years. Well, now I am in the True Lord realm, and I am very satisfied."
"You are not as good as my disciple Yingchun in the early stage of True Lord." Qiu Yueniang remembered that two people bullied her alone the night before, and she instantly burst into anger. This time, she will also crush your peach.