jdhmnovel Chapter 579 Well done
Chapter 579 Well done
To the west, a hundred miles away.
Zhan Qing stood in front of the mine entrance, looking at the crooked line of words carved with spiritual power on the stone wall, and the picture of a tiger with gleaming eyes at the end.
"If I had known you could infuse the power of faith into the dagger, I would have asked you to help me improve the soft sword. This way, I could crack the old man Xuanwu's shell and save a lot of effort when cutting the tentacles of the Ke system."
“——(Tiger cub portrait, no picture, I owe you one!)”
She touched the sword energy that had not yet dissipated on the stone wall and couldn't help laughing out loud. This silly guy actually secretly added the family totem on her dagger in the last stroke, as if he was afraid that she would not be able to recognize whose handwriting was in front of her.
"Wake up Xuanwu?" Zhan Qing laughed out loud, and suddenly raised his voice to shout at the empty mountain road, "Okay, Mr. Daimao, if you can wake up Xuanwu, let him give me a turtle shell as a chopping block, and improve ten soft swords!"
The mountain wind swept through the treetops, carrying away her voice. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but a cloud of mist in the distance to the north suddenly stopped, paused for three seconds, and then started moving forward again.
Zhan Qing walked sideways into the mine, and as he walked down the stone steps, he saw the bright light of surging fire from deep underground. The crimson light seeped out through the cracks in the rocks, turning Zhan Qing's gray clothes red.
She subconsciously closed her eyes, but she was not careful and stepped on a broken spirit stone that made a crisp "click" sound. She watched helplessly as a spark burst out from the spirit stone, turning the stalactite above her head from black to white.
The remains of Ke Xi's tentacles turned into green smoke and dissipated under Suzaku's fire.
"This is the third round of tempering." The boy's slightly hoarse voice came from the firelight. Shen Jia'an, wearing a scarlet Taoist robe, sat cross-legged in the center of the molten pool, and countless translucent feathers were floating around him. Each feather was stained with the residual soul of the miner.
"You've arrived just in time." Shen Jia'an saw her coming, a hint of joy in his eyes. "These tentacles have turned people into living stakes in the mineral veins, used to cut off their faith. My fire of separation can burn off their connection to the Nine Heavens Altar."
Zhan Qing turned her head and looked at the countless black figures embedded in the rock wall, and sighed with regret. She saw that the black shadows were peeling off bit by bit from the rocks burned by the Vermillion Bird Fire, revealing the wronged souls curled up inside.
She recognized the mining badge on one of the men's waist and her heart skipped a beat. It was an old miner she knew well before she went to the First Continent. He had once helped her catch crystal butterflies from the spirit stone veins.
But now, the old miner's ghost has been twisted into a strange posture, with its mouth wide open, and half of its tentacles have long lost their vitality and are attached to the dead soul.
"Let me borrow one of your flames." When she pulled out the dagger from her sleeve and held it against her palm, the small flame under her feet had been split into two parts of her faith power, and the two drops of blood she squeezed out merged together to illuminate the underground mine.
The soul tracing technique passed down from generation to generation by the Gongyang family was used to its fullest at this moment. It turned into a silver thread and moved along the Suzaku Fire. At the same time, she threw the dagger in her hand towards the stone wall where the wronged souls were. As the stone wall shattered, the silver thread strung together the soul fires that were about to dissipate in the high temperature.
Shen Jia'an glanced at her fingertips as she formed the seal. The end of the silver thread seemed to be slightly black. His movements suddenly sped up a bit. After forming the seal, the fire area expanded a bit. "There are still tentacles that haven't died yet. They are absorbing the residual soul. Be careful."
Zhan Qing blinked, and when the power of faith penetrated into his fingertips, the end of the blackened silver line had returned to its normal color, but suddenly one of the silver lines became a little thicker and smashed the stalactite above his head.
But the next second, dozens of silver threads wrapped in ore debris emerged from the yellow earth, and in the suction cups at the end of the tentacles, the eyes of a miner were wriggling.
Zhan Qing's dagger drew an arc in the air, and the silver thread between his fingers burst out in the air along the thrown dagger. Each silver light accurately hooked a wriggling tentacle.
"Inject the power of faith into the spell..." As the voice of the newcomer appeared, the tentacles were melted into light spots by the silver light, and when the pair of eyes that fell to the ground were crushed by a pair of black cloth boots, the black mist that overflowed from them was instantly burned away by the fire.
"Well done." Senliang's voice came out from underground with a chilling aura. When the Black and White Impermanence appeared in the firelight holding mourning sticks, the two were not affected at all.
However, Xie Bian's tall hat was stained with a speck of mining dust. "The Lord of the Netherworld Palace asked the two of us to stay in the Ninth Heaven to keep an eye on the remnants of the Ke faction. I didn't expect that Miss Gongyang and Master Shen would be here..."
Before he finished speaking, a dragon roar that shook the earth came from the entrance of the mine not far above his head.
The Zhulong, covered in red scales, shrank in an instant and transmitted its voice into the cave, "There's an altar beneath the ore vein, and underneath the altar is connected to the Xuyuan. Shen Jia'an, how long will it take for your Lihuo to melt the rock embedded with the wronged souls?"
Shen Jiaan raised his head, his voice suddenly rising three notches, "Originally... it would have taken half an hour, but now it only takes half an incense stick."
He looked at the people present, a smile on his face, "Zhan Qing, help me lead the collected soul fire to the core of the altar twenty meters to the east."
Zhan Qing looked at Shen Jia'an's feathers, radiating spiritual light, and suddenly remembered the family crest she had found among her father's belongings. She picked up the dagger that had fallen among the ore fragments and inserted it into the crack of the altar.
As he quickly formed seals with his hands, countless silver threads drilled into the ground, and the family soul fire lit up along the patterns on the altar, actually printing the shadows of the successive patriarchs of the Gongyang family on the surface of the altar.
"I see." A glimmer flashed in Yu Wenjin's dragon pupils, as if he was a little surprised. "Using family faith as a guide, no wonder your soul tracing technique is so powerful..."
His words were interrupted by the suddenly violent tentacles of the K-series. Shen Jiaan spoke at the right moment, "You two, prepare the Soul Locking Chain to hook the tentacles!"
The Black and White Impermanence threw out chains at the same time in tacit understanding. On the black chains, there was an incantation of rebirth written by Su Mohui with the Judgment Pen, which tied up the runaway core tentacles of the Ke system into a ball.
Zhan Qing gave Yu Wenjin a signal, and when he injected the last wisp of soul fire into the family emblem, the dagger inserted in the crack of the altar suddenly emitted a strong light, and exploded in the mine at the same time as Shen Jiaan's fire and Yu Wenjin's dragon breath.
The next second, the core of the altar shattered, and after several streams of black blood flew out, countless fragments of faith shining with golden light poured out from it.