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Chapter 421

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He Yiming let out a long sigh, and his consciousness slowly withdrew from his dantian.

After sensing these two different types of power attributes, it was an eye-opener for him. At the same time, he felt an urge to make a move.

He Yiming took a deep breath and replayed everything in his mind. After confirming that everything was correct, he extended a finger.

Slowly, a faint red color appeared on his finger.

This was a trace of blood from his body. When this trace of blood appeared on his finger, it did not turn into a blood bead, but directly turned into a blood needle.

He Yiming's heart suddenly jolted. Two extremely minute strands of extremely low power separated from his Dantian and similarly entered the Blood Bead. These two traces of power were the power of ice and the power of paralysis. Although it was extremely small, it was more than enough to catch his opponent off guard.

With a light flick of his finger, the blood needle flew out silently.

Without making any sound, it followed the airflow between heaven and earth and slowly drifted forward.

This blood needle was extremely light, so light that it was unparalleled. Before He Yiming refined this blood needle, he had never thought that it could be so light.

His expression was rather solemn, and he stared at the blood needle without blinking. Slowly, when the blood needle arrived at the table in front of him, where it was only the length of a palm, its speed suddenly increased. It was as if there was a sudden burst of power behind it, and the blood needle pierced deeply into the table.

He Yiming's eyes lit up. This was just a method that he came up with on a whim, and he did not expect that it would actually succeed.

In terms of power alone, this blood needle paled in comparison to Hao Xue's blood ball explosion. It was not worth mentioning.

On the other hand, Hao Xue's blood ball was too obvious. Any equal-ranked powerhouse would choose to dodge when they saw the shocking blood ball and sensed the forceful power it contained. Unless one was a Venerable One, one would not be foolish enough to go head-on against an equal-ranked powerhouse.

On the other hand, the blood needle that He Yiming invented was unquestionably the best way to sneak an attack.

Not only was it so light and powerless before it came into contact with the opponent, making it impossible for the opponent to guard against it, but this blood needle also contained the power of ice and paralysis. With the two-pronged attack, even a Venerable One would be caught off guard and would be in a difficult situation.

Despite that, He Yiming shook his head. Due to the limitation of his ability, the blood needle could not be used on a large scale in a fight. Moreover, the power it contained could not be compared with the blood ball that Hao Xue spat out. Therefore, it would not be useful in an official fight at all.

He Yiming sighed regretfully and gave up on his plan to study it further.

It was impossible for him to release countless blood needles at the moment. If he could steal Hao Xue's ultimate skill so easily, it could not have become the Hao family's ultimate skill that had been passed down for thousands of years.

He Yiming curbed his mental power again as if he was considering something. He slowly opened his palm, causing a peculiar light to flash on his hand. Following that, He Yiming's palm seemed to have deviated slightly.

His palm still looked like it was there, but the part where it was connected to his arm had a peculiar feeling. It was as if He Yiming had extended his hand into a spring, but other people were looking at it under the sunlight and were dazzled by the power caused by the ripples. As such, the range of contact between his hand and his arm was quite strange.

However, after seeing this scene, He Yiming's heart was filled with joy.

The power was magical indeed. It could mobilize the power of light and cause a magical refraction effect.

However, the only pity was that this power seemed to be related to light. The stronger the light, the stronger this power, and the stronger the distortion it could cause.

He Yiming looked at the sky. It seemed like it would take some time for him to wait until dawn. What made him feel even more troubled was that even if it was really daybreak, he couldn't just walk out like this and carry out the drill openly.

If Hao Xue and the others saw him performing the Distortion Art and Blood Coagulation Art, it would be questionable whether he could leave the city safely.

According to He Yiming's estimation, the three young masters from the Mainland's aristocratic families would discard their concerns and do whatever it took to make him stay.

Although he wasn't afraid, he still didn't want to do something that would bring trouble to himself.

He Yiming jumped out of bed and was about to perform a set of punches to calm the regret in his heart. All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye.

There was a specially prepared sandalwood in the room. The sandalwood was not something that was crudely made, but a high-grade product that was specially made by the Mainland's aristocratic families. Even the sandalwood above the Heavenly Lake did not have such a fresh and elegant sandalwood scent.

Despite that, He Yiming was not surprised by the fragrance. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the rising smoke in front of him. He seemed to have triggered something, and his face became uncertain.

Finally, he raised his head, and a determined look flashed in his eyes.

He lit a candle, and the weak light spread in the room, making everyone's eyes brighten.

He Yiming opened his mouth and spat out a Golden Flower.

Following that, the Golden Flower began to undergo a peculiar change. It did not turn into the Five Element Ring, nor did it turn into a golden dragon, nor did it turn into a hundred and eight. Instead, it turned into a solid human form.

Of course, compared to a normal human, the human figure was too short. Not only that, but the human figure was too dull. It was like a real sculpture, and it did not move at all.

He Yiming took a deep breath and focused all of his attention again.

A large amount of cloud and mist power gushed out of his body. His dantian was like an automatic conversion machine, allowing him to take all of the essential Qi that he had cultivated before.

Not long after, the human-shaped sculpture was shrouded in layers of thick fog. At this moment, above the thick fog, there was a sudden flash of light.

When this kind of power was released in such a strange way, the dense fog fluctuated a few times before disappearing without a trace.

Even with He Yiming's eyesight, he still could not see the flaw in it.

Not only that, He Yiming's ears shook like they were convulsing, but he could not catch any sound. That was the answer that he was most satisfied with.

The Cloud and Mist Art that he was adept in was the best concealment power. Needless to say, the power was still rather obvious at certain times.

However, when the two powers merged with his newly grasped light power, everything became perfect.

With the cooperation of the three forces, they were able to completely bend the light.

At that moment, apart from He Yiming, nobody would have thought that there would be a Golden Flower shrouded in clouds in the empty space beside the table.

What was even more amazing was that while the Golden Flower was under He Yiming's control, there did not seem to be any connection between them. It was so wonderful that it was unbelievable.

He Yiming fell into a state of ecstasy at that moment. He went up and down in the room, opened the door from time to time, and ran for a while in the courtyard.

After half an hour, He Yiming finally noticed something.

He could not be more than 90 meters away from the Golden Flower that was shrouded in clouds. In actuality, He Yiming felt that it was very difficult to control the Golden Flower after it crossed the 60 meters mark. When it was about 30 meters away, he even faintly sensed that the Golden Flower was about to explode at any time. He was so frightened that he hurried over to stabilize the Golden Flower.

With regards to this new discovery, He Yiming was filled with endless interest.

Afterward, not only did he spit out the Golden Flower, but he also spat out the Earth Flower, the Fire Flower, and the Wind Flower.

Although the departure of the four flowers made him feel a little tired, he still hid the three flowers without any hesitation.

After doing all this, his heart was filled with pride.

Turning the Golden Flower into a human form was only a beautiful wish in his heart. He hoped that the Golden Flower could grow into the second 108 in the future.

Although this wish was destined to be impossible, it was good to comfort himself.

Now, the four hidden visible flowers were like four bombs waiting for his command. He had a feeling that even if Jin Zhanzheng was standing in the center, if the four visible flowers exploded at the same time, he would only die.

Nevertheless, it was not easy to do all of this well.

Ou Yangming closed his eyes and began to absorb power from the outside world again to slowly make up for the loss of essential Qi in his body.

Four visible flowers — even He Yiming felt that it was very strenuous.

Half an hour later, He Yiming took a deep breath. His spirit immediately recovered to the point where it was as lively as a dragon and lively as a tiger.

Feeling the enormous essential Qi flowing in his body, He Yiming walked a few steps hesitantly and complacently. His heart was filled with joy. He faintly realized that this cultivation technique should have a greater future, but he would have to slowly explore how to use it in the future.

Suddenly, He Yiming stopped, and his ears twitched. He smiled and said, "Brother Jin, please come in."

The unlocked door was suddenly pushed open, and Jin Zhanzheng walked in with a smile on his face.

He Yiming smiled and said, "Brother Jin, why are you here so late? Do you have any advice?"

Jin Zhanzheng laughed, took a few steps forward, and was about to sit down on the chair next to the table. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)

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