In the end, the people who could save Ding Ning did not intend to help him. The people who wanted to save him were like clay Bodhisattvas crossing the river. They could not even protect themselves and could not help him at all. This caused him to fall into a hopeless situation.
Who could save him at this time?
The Mountain River Tortoise could, but it clearly did not intend to intervene. It even continued to sleep soundly.
"It's over, it's over. That birdman is dead for sure."
In the temporary command center in Lochka, the representatives from various countries looked at the image on the screen and sighed in disappointment.
Even though they did not want China to have such a terrifying humanoid weapon and had even suggested using nuclear weapons to kill him, they still had a hint of hope in their hearts.
They hoped that the birdman could create a miracle and kill all the mutated races. After all, compared to the disaster that the mutated races could bring, they could still accept the threat of the birdman.
Of course, the best outcome would be for the birdman to kill all the mutated races. Then, they would get rid of the birdman after he had outlived his usefulness. That would be a happy ending.
But now, seeing the birdman being burned by the purple flames and possibly turning into ashes in the next moment, they could not help but feel pity for him.
No matter what, although the dead birdman was a threat, it was not worth mentioning compared to the uncontrollable mutated races.
After all, nuclear weapons were humanity's last trump card. They believed that the mutated races would not be able to resist nuclear weapons no matter how powerful they were.
But what if? If the mutated races were not even afraid of nuclear weapons, what would humanity do?
Thinking of this, everyone's heart felt heavy and they lost interest in talking. In an instant, the command center became silent and the atmosphere became oppressive.
Yue Lin looked at this scene and sorrow flashed across his eyes. This was human nature. Just now, they were still clamoring to kill the birdman. But now that the birdman had really died as they wished, they were crying and not saying anything as if their parents had died. How hypocritical.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that these mutated races were terrifyingly powerful. Even nuclear weapons might not be able to kill them.
One had to know that no matter how powerful a nuclear weapon was, it would be useless if it couldn't lock onto a target. After all, the only foreign race member who had attacked had displayed a terrifying speed that even the naked eye couldn't capture. It wasn't that easy to lock onto him. This was also the reason why no one had much confidence in nuclear weapons.
No matter how strange the Birdman looked, he was still a creature from Earth. Under such circumstances, everyone should work together to overcome this crisis. Even if they didn't cheer him on, there was no need to be so despicable as to kill the donkey after it had outlived its usefulness.
Yue Lin sighed in his heart. He was not as desperate as these people. At least he looked very calm. Because the National Warrior's Mansion was a stabilizing force in Shenzhou, his heart was at ease.
If he knew that the State Warriors, whom he revered as gods, were no match for that foreign race, he probably wouldn't be as calm and composed as he was now.
"You really can keep your composure."
The demon emperor looked at the sky full of purple flames. Ding Ning's aura was quickly dissipating and muttered irritably.
He really couldn't understand what Ming Di was trying to do. Was he really going to give up on Ding Ning, a chess piece? This made him feel a little uneasy. Perhaps he had miscalculated Ming Di's thoughts again.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, he had to admit that the demon race was better than the human race in terms of scheming and scheming.
It seemed that they were still far inferior.
This made him miss the Demon Emperor a little. Although the demon race was notorious, he had to admit that the Demon Emperor was a very easy person to get along with. At least, he was happy to get along with him.
If the Demon Emperor was here, he wouldn't have to think too much. There was nothing in this world that he couldn't see through. That guy's understanding of human nature was absolutely deep.
In fact, he knew very well that it wasn't that the Demon Emperor was easy to get along with, but that he was extremely good at bewitching people. He used his desire to find the ancestral land to teach him the Three Spirits Transformation Technique, used his demonic nature to control one of his clones, and even wanted to possess Ding Ning.
But he didn't blame the Demon Emperor, because he had done all of this voluntarily. The demon race wasn't as selfish as the other races. Everything they did was for the sake of their race.
Although Ding Ning felt that the Demon Emperor was cruel and callous, he didn't think that he had done anything wrong. For the sake of his race, there was no one who couldn't be sacrificed. If necessary, he could even become a sacrifice for his race, much less for his daughter's happiness.
This was a principle that the demon race had held onto for countless years. No one could easily change it, and no one would shirk from their responsibilities out of fear of death.
The demon race's bloodline was getting thinner by the day, and the new generation of demons was getting weaker and weaker. If this continued, the demon race would devolve into the most primitive of wild beasts.
In the past, demons would naturally awaken their bloodline and become great demons as soon as they reached adulthood. This was a matter of course, and there was no need to worry about it at all.
But now, even a princess of the Peng race like Aruna, who carried the royal bloodline, found it extremely difficult to become a great demon. She had no choice but to use the Shapeshifting Grass to allow her to transform in advance to carry out the High Priest's plan.
From this, it could be seen how far the demon race had fallen. Finding the ancestral land and increasing the purity of the demon race's bloodline had become an urgent and pressing problem for the demon race.
Due to the fact that his three souls were in one body, he knew everything that had happened in the Kunpeng Realm between Old Donkey and Ding Ning.
But what puzzled him was where did Old Donkey go in the end? Even the Kunpeng Realm had completely disappeared from his senses. What was most unbelievable to him was that he had returned to his human form and was no longer a donkey. That was why he couldn't wait to come out of seclusion and find out what had happened.
The key to all these questions was Ding Ning. Even if Ding Ning wasn't his great-grandson, he couldn't just watch him die.
It was only because he was afraid that he would fall into Emperor Ming's trap again that he hadn't done anything.
But now, Emperor Ming still showed no signs of doing anything. This made him lose his cool and he decided to save Ding Ning immediately.
In any case, the only person he feared in the human world, the Human Emperor, was now gravely injured. Even if the Human Emperor recognized him, there was nothing he could do. The Human Emperor would have to thank him for helping the human world avert a disaster.
"Eh!"
Just as the Demon Emperor was about to act, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise. He stared at the Purple Flame Canopy in shock.
He could sense that Ding Ning's soul fire, which had been on the verge of being extinguished, had suddenly become vigorous again. This abnormal scene made him suppress his impulse and stop in his tracks. He decided to wait and see first.
Ding Ning slowly opened his eyes. He saw that his body was bathed in purple flames but he didn't feel any discomfort. A look of confusion flashed across his eyes.
Wasn't he dead? Why didn't the purple flames burn him to death?
He wasn't in a hurry to leave the Purple Flame Canopy. Instead, he carefully sensed the changes in his body.
There didn't seem to be any changes. Everything was the same as before. It was just that his power seemed to have increased. The purple flames seemed to have become one with him, as if they were a part of his body.
"Eh!"
No.
That wasn't right.
His martial soul seemed to have changed.
Ding Ning suddenly sensed that something was wrong. He couldn't help but widen his eyes.
At this moment, his natal soul was enshrouded in a hazy purple aura. It was just that it had shrunk countless times in size, becoming a pocket-sized version of the five elements Martial Souls.
However, the powerful and pure Divine Soul power that was enshrouded in it was far from what the previous Divine Soul could compare to.
This made him suddenly realize that it wasn't that the three-colored fire didn't care about him. It was that the three-colored fire was using the purple flames to refine his natal soul.
This made him ecstatic. To be honest, how to refine the natal soul had always been a headache for him.
The natal soul was different from other Martial Souls. It was invisible and incorporeal. It was so fragile that it couldn't withstand a single blow. The worst thing was that the natal soul was in charge of his life and death. If he was careless, he would die.
This was also the reason why he didn't refine the natal soul but the other Martial Souls. After all, even if the Martial Soul dissipated, as long as the natal soul was not destroyed, he would be able to refine it again sooner or later.
Unexpectedly, this time it was a blessing in disguise. He had directly refined the natal soul to the extreme, solving his biggest problem.
After the natal soul was refined, only the light and dark martial soul and the starlight martial soul were left.
As long as the starlight martial soul was baptized by the starlight every night, it would only be a matter of time before it was refined to the purest level.
The light martial soul was easy to handle. He only needed to release the martial soul to be refined by the sunlight every day.
The only thing he didn't understand was the dark martial soul. He really didn't know how to refine the dark martial soul. He wanted to find a chance to ask the old Mountain River Turtle.
At the thought of the Mountain River Turtle, Ding Ning was filled with anger. 'F * ck, I take care of your food and shelter. Previously, when we were in such a dangerous situation, this old Ding Xi became a coward and ignored me. What an ingrate!
This made him send his Divine Sense into the Medicine Spiritual Ring aggressively to find the Mountain River Tortoise.
However, the Mountain River Turtle's limbs and head were all hidden in the turtle shell. It was sleeping like a dead pig. No matter how he called it, it wouldn't wake up.
"Humph, I don't believe that you will never wake up."
Ding Ning said angrily.
He couldn't do anything to the Mountain River Turtle. This old guy had thick skin and rough flesh. Beating it would only hurt his hands and feet. Moreover, it was as heavy as Mount Tai. Even if he wanted to lift it up and throw it out of the medicine spiritual ring, he couldn't do it.
What he didn't know was that after he withdrew his Divine Sense, the Mountain River Tortoise immediately poked its head out sneakily. With a human-like slyness on its face, it muttered in a low voice, "Kid, you're really a dog that bites Lu Dongbin. You don't know what's good for you. This Purple Yin Heavenly Burning Flame, which is ranked seventh on the Heavenly Fire List, is a great opportunity for you since you have the Nirvana Heavenly Fire. How could Master Tortoise interfere and ruin your opportunity?"
After saying that, he looked at the crazy old man who was still unconscious. His eyes showed a hint of confusion and he muttered to himself, "Su Zhe, did you arrange all this? Or is it all just a coincidence? This Purple Yin Burning Heavenly Fire is the softest and most people can't handle it. Only those who have the East-rising Purple Qi in their bodies can fuse with it. "
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