jdhmnovel Chapter 461 Wang Zhenqiu exclaimed: This thunder method is more powerful than the old heavenly maste
Chapter 461 Wang Zhenqiu exclaimed: This thunder method is more powerful than the old heavenly maste
Su Chen's hand seals changed again, no longer a single "word",
Instead, he crossed his hands, triggering a deeper level of strange pattern.
"Fenghouqimen..."
"Break it for me!"
The moment the words fell, it was not the puppet itself, but the entire space of the secret room that seemed to vibrate slightly!
With Su Chen as the center, the invisible "field" instantly enveloped the black and white puppet.
It is no longer the blowing of Xun wind, the entanglement of Kan water, the obstruction of Kun earth, or the refining of Li fire.
It is a more fundamental usurpation and rewriting of "direction" and "rules"!
The black and white puppet suddenly froze, and the energy flow in its body instantly became extremely sluggish and chaotic!
It was as if the "direction" that constituted its own existence was forcibly distorted, causing its connection with this space to become fragmented!
The Chi that drives it is no longer smooth.
The material that made it up began to loosen.
The ability to merge and repel each other.
“Crack…Crack…”
A teeth-grinding sound came from inside the puppet, more dense and harsher than before!
The black and white material began to flake off in large chunks.
Exposing the internal skeleton and wiring which were also beginning to twist and break.
The two balls of strange flames, one black and one white, burning in the eye sockets flickered violently for a few times.
In the end, it was completely extinguished like a candle in the wind!
“No… No—!!!”
Ma Xianhong let out a roar of extreme despair. He could feel that the last connection between him and the puppet was rapidly breaking!
That was his greatest masterpiece, his hope for a comeback, and the proof that he had combined the power of the Divine Machine and the Self-cultivation Furnace!
However, in the face of Fenghou Qimen's almost "unreasonable" rule rewriting,
This powerful creature couldn't even put up a decent resistance, and began to collapse and disintegrate from the inside!
"Oh!"
There was a muffled sound.
Without energy support and structural stability, the once invincible black and white fusion puppet,
Like mud with bones pulled out, it collapsed to the ground.
It smashed into a pile of twisted and broken black and white parts and circuits flashing with sparks.
silence.
Deathly silence.
In the secret room, the only sound left was Ma Xianhong's heavy and desperate breathing.
Su Chen slowly withdrew his hand seal, and the fluctuations in the Qimen Bureau gradually subsided.
He looked at the pile of completely scrapped puppet wreckage on the ground, and then looked at Ma Xianhong, whose face was ashen and who seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
One person, one technique, to suppress the divine power and destroy the twins.
The power of Fenghou Qimen was fully displayed at this moment.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."
Ma Xianhong muttered absentmindedly, staring at the pile of twisted parts on the ground with empty eyes, as if he had lost his soul.
"My divine machine...my furnace...how could it be..."
He suddenly raised his head, staring at Su Chen with bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse and trembling:
"Two! You actually mastered two of the Eight Great Skills!
Why?! On what basis?! "
The frantic questioning echoed in the silent room, filled with unwillingness and collapse.
"I rely on!"
Wang Zhenqiu covered his chest, took a breath of cold air, and looked at Su Chen as if he was a monster.
"Su Chen! Is what Brother Xiao said true? Fenghou Qimen?
You guy... besides Tongtian Lu, you really know Fenghou Qimen?!"
Xiao Zizai leaned against the wall, his face was pale due to blood loss, but his blood-red eyes were unusually bright.
He licked his cracked lips and analyzed with interest:
"Interesting, really interesting...
There are thousands of talismans drawn on the Tongtian Sutra, and the Fenghou Qimen is turning the four plates.
One evolves infinitely, the other controls the rules.
These two powers... can actually appear in one person at the same time..."
His tone was full of inquiry, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.
Rather than discussing a companion who had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.
Hei Guaner did not speak. He just looked at Su Chen silently with deep eyes.
It seemed as if he was evaluating the meaning behind all of this and the deeper secrets hidden in this young man.
Su Chen ignored the discussion behind him. His eyes were always on Ma Xianhong. He spoke calmly:
"The Eight Great Techniques are not invincible. The key lies in the person who uses it and the purpose of using it."
He took a step forward, his feet making a slight sound as they stepped on the broken floor.
"You are obsessed with the power of the Divine Machine, and you tried to use the Self-cultivation Furnace to distort the common sense of life. You have already gone astray."
Su Chen's voice was steady, yet it carried an unquestionable determination.
"Now, it's time to end, Ma Xianhong."
Looking at Su Chen approaching step by step, the despair on Ma Xianhong's face seemed to transform into another extreme emotion.
He took a step back and leaned against the cold wall.
The madness in his eyes was ignited again, but with a determination to perish together with his enemies.
"The end? Hahaha!"
Ma Xianhong laughed nervously.
"Do you think you won this way?
Do you think you can stop me by destroying my puppet?"
He suddenly tore open the clothes on his chest, revealing the three dull beads he was wearing underneath - the Three Treasures!
At this moment, the bead in the middle that should have been broken had been repaired without knowing when.
But the luster was dimmer than before, as if it had exhausted its last bit of energy.
"As long as I live! As long as the stove stands!"
Ma Xianhong's voice was sharp.
"I can create more! Stronger creations!
You know-it-all lackeys! You'll never really stop me!"
Su Chen stopped and looked at Ma Xianhong, who looked like a mad tiger, his eyes still calm.
Su Chen looked at Ma Xianhong's final madness, without any mercy in his eyes, only a kind of indifference that saw through the essence.
"You don't understand yet,"
Su Chen's voice was not loud, but it clearly overwhelmed Ma Xianhong's roar.
"Your failure is not because you are not as skilled as others, but it is doomed from the moment you chose this path."
"Whether it's a furnace or a magic machine, they are just tools.
And you, with your mind enslaved by tools, attempt to change your fate with human power, even at the cost of distorting life itself."
Su Chen slowly raised his right hand.
This time, there was no golden light of drawing talismans flowing on the fingertips, nor did it trigger the mysterious fluctuations of the strange pattern.
Instead, there was a tiny but dazzling flash of lightning.
Like a silver snake, it jumped and condensed at his fingertips.
“Sizzle…Sizzle…”
A faint smell of burning filled the air, accompanied by a subtle sound of electric current.
That was not the magic activated by the Tongtian Talisman, nor was it the power of heaven and earth mobilized by Fenghou Qimen.
It is a purer, more direct and more domineering form of energy.
"thunder?"
Wang Zhenqiu's eyes widened and he cried out,
“But this thunder method seems to be different from the thunder method of the Heavenly Master’s Mansion. It’s even stronger than the old Heavenly Master’s Qi?!”
A flash of surprise flashed across Xiao Zizai's bloodshot eyes, which then turned into a stronger interest:
"Thunder method? No, this feeling...
Is it more like the ultimate use of Qi, directly manifesting the power of thunder?
The Tongtian Talisman can transform all things, or should I say…"