Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"Rumble …"
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the void. Du Shaofu flapped his wings and soared into the sky. Silver-gold electric arcs intertwined in his hands, flashing resplendently. Accompanied by the starlight, they formed a silver-gold starlight spear in front of him.
This silver-gold starlight spear was formed by several types of spiritual thunder and lightning martial veins in Du Shaofu's body. The void suddenly rumbled and trembled. A supreme pressure descended, thunder and lightning intertwined!
"Swish!"
This spear pierced through the void. Wherever it passed, a pitch-black spatial crack hung in the sky, destroying everything.
The giant dragon shadows shattered inch by inch. In the end, the silver-gold starlight spear swept into Long Teng's head like a resplendent thunderbolt.
The spear had no head, causing the energy of heaven and earth to become chaotic!
The silver-gold starlight spear pierced through Long Teng's head, shocking the surrounding creatures who were already trembling in fear!
"Pfff …"
Long Teng spat out large mouthfuls of blood. His huge dragon body fell at the same time. A resplendent white light shot out from between his eyebrows, piercing through the void and escaping rapidly.
"Rumble …"
Thunder and lightning intertwined in the void. Silver-gold arcs of starlight quietly filled the void and turned into a huge lightning tree. It was suffused with a soul-sucking aura and confined the bright white light that was trying to escape within the roots of the lightning tree.
"Roar …"
The dragon's roar was deafening. The resplendent white light faded, and a crystal clear white cloud dragon appeared. Its eyes were filled with fear and despair.
That was Long Teng's dragon soul primordial spirit. However, at this moment, it was bound by the lightning tree roots and was naturally suppressed. It could no longer escape.
The lightning tree turned into a resplendent electric arc and swept back to between Du Shaofu's eyebrows, disappearing.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
The huge dragon corpse fell heavily on the ground, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to shake. The ground of the small town cracked, and the mountains outside the town collapsed. It was frightening.
"Gugu …"
Looking at the huge dragon corpse on the ground, the surrounding creatures raised their heads and looked at the man in the void. He had a pair of wings on his back and a golden light rushed into the sky. He was a god, and also the Demon King.
"Gugu …"
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, all of them trembling in fear.
The Wei Clan disciples were all flabbergasted. How could they have imagined that the 'Mister Qiao' who had been by their side for the past few days was actually the Great Roc Emperor of the Desolate Country? Witnessing his terrifying strength with their own eyes was even more shocking.
There had been some House Wei disciples who felt that his bold declaration of sweeping through all the supreme geniuses of the Heavenly Devil Battlefield had been a little too boastful. But now, they were speechless.
Demon King Du Shaofu had already swept through his peers in this world. Today, even an old ancestor of the Dragon Race was killed. How terrifying!
"This guy …"
Zhen at this moment, Long Teng's Long Long's dragon body dragon dragon.
Originally, Zhen Qingchun was confident that Du Shaofu would definitely be able to withstand Long Teng. However, he did not expect Du Shaofu's strength to actually reach such a level and easily kill Long Teng.
"Boom!"
Du Shaofu appeared on top of Long Teng's dragon corpse. A vast golden light swept out from his palm and enveloped the dragon corpse. Then, with a burst of light, the huge dragon corpse gradually shrank to a length of several zhang. Dragon scales filled the air as Du Shaofu put it into his Qiankun Pouch.
"I'm going to seclude myself here for a few days."
Du Shaofu retracted his golden Peng wings and landed beside Zhen Qingchun and the Eighteen Celestial Guards. He was going to seclude himself for a few days.
Du Shaofu was not afraid of the Dragons in the Heavenly Devil Battlefield. It would be better if the School of Vertical and Horizontal and Legalism did not come. If they did, he would be more than happy to oblige.
"Alright, I'll keep an eye on things for you. Don't worry about anything else. I'll tell you in detail after you come out of seclusion."
Zhen Qingchun nodded. He knew that Du Shaofu had just bound Long Teng's Dragon Soul Origin Spirit. He probably needed time to refine it. That would bring him great benefits.
A while later, the bones of the several dozen Dragons were unceremoniously collected by the Eighteen Celestial Guards into their Qiankun Pouches.
Much of the serpent dragon and beast meat was directly roasted by Zhen Qingchun, Stone, Chi Guiyou, and the others. They ate heartily.
Many of the spectating creatures in the distance felt their hairs stand on end, especially the beasts.
"The people of the Desolate Country are just as savage as the Demon King Du Shaofu."
Some of the beasts did not dare to stay for long. They were afraid that the terrifying Eighteen Celestial Guards would want to eat them alive.
Du Shaofu sat with his legs crossed in the Desolate Ancient space. The Silvernet Soul-devouring Thunder in his soul had devoured and refined Long Teng's Dragon Soul Origin Spirit. He circulated the mysterious incomplete cultivation method, working together to refine Long Teng's Dragon Soul Origin Spirit into his own pure soul. Terrifying waves of soul energy surged through his Mud-pill Palace.
Long Teng was one of the ancestors of the Dragons. His Dragon Soul Origin Spirit was extremely powerful. Although Du Shaofu had removed the impurities and retained the essence, he had only obtained ten or twenty percent of the original soul energy. After all, this was not the power of a soul that he had cultivated himself, so he was unable to devour it all. However, ten or twenty percent was still absolutely terrifying.
This was the Heavenly Demon Battlefield. Saints were still unable to enter. Du Shaofu did not fear Legalism. If the Dragons or the School of Vertical and Horizontal came looking for him, it would be even better if they did.
Time gradually passed. Under the refinement of the Silvernet Soul-devouring Thunder and the mysterious incomplete cultivation method, Long Teng's Dragon Soul Origin Spirit was completely refined. Du Shaofu's Dragon Soul Origin Spirit grew by quite a bit.
"A Lord Region Dragon Corpse. This is a treasure!"
When Long Teng's Dragon Soul Origin Spirit was completely refined, Du Shaofu took out Long Teng's Dragon Soul Origin Spirit from his Qiankun Bag. It was suffused with multicolored light.
It was just a corpse. It had lost its vitality and had shrunk to several meters in size. However, it was still suffused with a terrifying Dragon Might.
Such a Dragon Corpse was definitely a great treasure. Its value was immeasurable!
Hualala …
Large amounts of refining materials flew out from Du Shaofu's Qiankun Bag. They emitted a treasure light that illuminated the Desolate Country.
"Do it!"
Narrowing his eyes, Du Shaofu's expression became a little more serious. Flames surged in his hand, and a blazing Spiritual Flame appeared.
Du Shaofu wanted to refine Long Teng's Dragon Corpse into a puppet to condense a Spiritual Furnace Talisman Cauldron.
For an ordinary Talisman Master, refining a Dragon Corpse like Long Teng was simply impossible. The consumption was too great.
Du Shaofu was not too worried. If he refined Long Teng's Dragon Corpse into a puppet, it would be a great help to him when the time came.
Chi La!
Condensing a Spiritual Furnace Talisman Cauldron, raging flames surged like divine fire. Du Shaofu waved his hand, and a formless claw distorted the space, wrapping Long Teng's Dragon Corpse and throwing it into the Spiritual Furnace Talisman Cauldron.
"Aooo …"
A dragon's roar resounded. Long Teng's Dragon Corpse trembled, transforming back into its original huge body, traversing through the Desolate Ancient Space.
Hualala …
The Spiritual Furnace Talisman Cauldron expanded. Du Shaofu's hand seals quickly condensed, and his figure sat cross-legged on top of the Spiritual Furnace Talisman Cauldron. Surging profound energy supported the Spiritual Furnace Talisman Cauldron, and the power of his soul swept out, accompanied by arcs of lightning.
Hualala …
As Long Teng's Dragon Corpse entered the Spiritual Furnace Talisman Cauldron, the white dragon scales were immediately covered in raging flames. In the blazing flames, a sizzling sound immediately erupted.
However, these dragon scales were too hard. Even if Long Teng was already dead, these dragon scales were still a treasure that was difficult to destroy.
But Du Shaofu was no longer the same as before. Being able to kill Long Teng, how could he not be able to deal with Long Teng's Dragon Corpse?
What's more, Du Shaofu wasn't trying to destroy the dragon scales. Instead, he was trying to temper Long Teng's physical body to become even more solid. On the contrary, he couldn't destroy the dragon scales. This was the puppet's final line of defense.
In the midst of the raging flames, the dragon scales were unceasingly twitching.
As time slowly passed, on Long Teng's Dragon Corpse, those layers of dragon scales unceasingly overflowed with traces of blood, before finally dissipating into white mist due to the high temperature.
All of this seemed extremely cruel and bloody. Fortunately, Long Teng was already dead, and didn't have any consciousness. Otherwise, this would have been the most miserable torture.
Du Shaofu didn't feel any cruelty or bloodiness. This Long Teng wanted to kill him time and time again, and the Dragons intercepted him several times on the way. How could he be polite now?
Focusing all his attention on controlling the flames in the cauldron, Du Shaofu didn't dare to show any carelessness.
If the flames in the cauldron were too great, they would be enough to burn Long Teng's corpse to ashes. If the flames were too small, the temperature would not be enough, and the impurities in Long Teng's corpse would not be refined, which would fail to meet the requirements for refining a puppet.
However, in general, Long Teng was only left with his corpse. Compared to refining a living puppet, it was much easier.
Under Du Shaofu's refinement, the impurities in the dragon corpse were gradually refined. The dragon scales glowed, and mist filled the surroundings. The crystalline dragon tendons, bones, and flesh were filled with inscriptions that radiated with light. At a glance, it seemed to possess a shocking amount of power.
The body of a Lord Domain expert was definitely terrifying in the first place. After being refined, it had reached a whole new level.
Du Shaofu consumed a lot of energy through such a refinement. His face was rather pale, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
What came next was the second step, which required refining a large amount of puppet materials.
The time in the Desolate Country was very loose, while the time in the small town seemed rather slow.
With that great battle, the descent of the Eighteen Heavenly Generals and the child of the sacred array, the cowardly creatures had already left the town, afraid of provoking some trouble. They were also afraid of the Dragons coming for revenge, which would cause them to be affected.
Some of the bolder ones stayed in the vicinity, watching from afar, thinking that they might be able to obtain some benefits. If the Dragons came for revenge, they would be able to watch the show.
"The treasure has chosen you, so it shouldn't be harmful to you. Try communicating with your soul. Once it truly recognizes you as its master, it will be a great opportunity for you."
In a simple courtyard, Zhen Qingchun said to Wei Jiajia, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. He guided her to communicate with the extraordinary sword in her Niwan Palace. He was becoming more and more satisfied with this disciple of his.
"Secret Puppet Technique, condense!" "Condense!"
At a certain time, Du Shaofu's eyes shone brightly in the Desolate Ancient Space. White light rippled all over his body, and the huge spiritual furnace and talisman cauldron transformed into a boiling liquid, pouring onto the dragon corpse like a flood.
Hiss, hiss …
The boiling liquid poured onto the dragon corpse, producing sizzling sounds. Inscriptions pulsed and shone resplendently.
The white dragon corpse also began to dark-green. The layers of scales shone with an icy-green metallic lustre. It was chilling and terrifying!
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