A relaxed smile appeared at the corner of Ding Ning's mouth. His tense heart also calmed down.
He was only afraid of the doppelganger projection. Although he could not do anything to An Ze, An Ze could not do anything to him either, so he was not afraid.
Now that the biggest threat was restrained by the black and white Tai Chi diagram, his life was temporarily guaranteed, so he naturally became happy.
Of course, he also heard An Ze's words, but he was not obliged to explain to him.
He could not say that the black and white Tai Chi diagram was a good worker like an old ox. As long as it discovered external energy, it would start working diligently, trying to crush it into slag, and turn it into the purest energy or mental strength.
If An Ze had not lived in his Martial Soul and been contaminated with his aura, causing the black and white Tai Chi diagram to mistakenly think that he was one of them, so it did not attack him. Otherwise, he would have turned into a body of pure energy.
This was also the reason why Ding Ning had painstakingly escaped into his sea of consciousness. After all, the doppelganger projection was external energy, and the black and white Tai Chi diagram would automatically work, which was within his expectations.
Previously, his only worry was that the black and white Tai Chi diagram would not be able to resist the strong power of the doppelganger projection, but now it seemed that the black and white Tai Chi diagram was clearly more powerful and mysterious than he knew. It could actually contend with the doppelganger projection of an expert of the Origin Dao without being at a disadvantage.
Although it was only a contest, Ding Ning was already very satisfied, because he knew very well that the existence of the doppelganger projection had a time limit.
As long as he could drag it out until the time when the projection dissipated, his crisis would be completely resolved.
After death, only An Ze, who had lost his trump card, would be left. He would try to see if he could use the Sun Shooting Bow to kill him.
Although killing An Ze would cause him to lose both the light and darkness Martial Souls, he had no other choice now.
The powerful An Ze was not someone he could subdue and control, and would be a great threat to him. Therefore, even if he had to kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 of his own, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it.
The situation stabilized. Ding Ning, who had already recovered his memories, began to think about how to solve the problem of the water Martial Soul.
Previously, because of his amnesia, the Water Martial Spirit had always been on his side, so he didn't think too much about it. But now that he had recovered his memory, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that the Water Martial Spirit was not a simple Martial Spirit that had awakened its spirit. Like An Ze, it came with a purpose, but he couldn't see what it was.
Although the Water Martial Spirit had been sending him signals full of goodwill, one could know a person's face but not his heart. God knew when he would suddenly launch an attack. If he couldn't figure out his purpose, it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat and he couldn't eat or sleep in peace.
Especially when he thought about how his Martial Soul could be tampered with, he felt a chill run down his spine, and his hair stood on end.
When did someone tamper with it? Ding Ning's gaze was deep as he thought carefully.
Before entering the Langya World, his Martial Spirit was normal. Although it did not have a soul, it was very obedient and would not cause trouble for him.
Everything seemed to happen after he sacrificed the Five Elements Martial Spirit to escape from the Langya World. It was also only at that time that the Five Elements Martial Spirit was completely out of his sight and was tampered with.
He still remembered that after the Five Elements Martial Spirit escaped from the broken Langya World, it was said that they not only did not dissipate in the doomsday disaster, but also benefited from the disaster and awakened their spirit.
At that time, he was secretly happy, but now thinking about it, it was not so simple.
Although the totem gave them the attribute of the five elements, in essence, they were still soul bodies. How could they not die under the terrible doomsday disaster?
Therefore, there must be one or more powerful existences that he couldn't understand at present, who helped the Five Elements Martial Spirit survive that disaster in a special way.
They even planted the seed of spirit in their soul bodies, waiting for them to self-awaken.
This caused him to be extremely terrified when he thought about it carefully. What exactly do I have that would cause those almighty figures with extraordinary means to target me?
Was it the totem? Or the Heaven Mending Stone? Or his Three Venerables bloodline?
Ding Ning had a splitting headache thinking about it, but he couldn't think of a reason. His heart was covered with a thick haze.
No one was willing to let others control their fate at will, and he was no exception.
It seemed that when things were over, it was necessary to talk to the Water Martial Spirit. No matter what his purpose was, even if he had to abandon the Five Elements Martial Spirit, he would never allow a spirit with impure purpose to exist in his Martial Spirit.
Ding Ning took a deep breath, temporarily put aside his thoughts, and grinned at An Ze, who was nervously directing the projection and the black and white Tai Chi diagram, revealing his cold white teeth.
An Ze's heart trembled for no reason, and a strong warning sign of danger made his scalp explode. He felt cold all over, and subconsciously looked up.
He saw Ding Ning holding a bow in his hand, which was pulled and locked on him. Although there was no arrow or string on the bow, the strong sense of death made his hair stand on end. He shouted without thinking, "Third Granduncle, kill him."
The projection suddenly exploded with a terrifying aura that could destroy the world. The figure, which had always been restrained by the black and white Tai Chi diagram, forcibly broke free and threw a punch at Ding Ning from afar.
As this punch was thrown, the projection seemed to have used up all its strength. It quickly began to become illusory and gradually dissipated into nothingness.
The fist shadow had not yet arrived, but the terrifying aura made Ding Ning feel like his liver was about to explode. He began to vomit large mouthfuls of blood, and cracks appeared on his soul. Countless beams of bright starlight shot out and instantly illuminated his entire sea of consciousness.
This time, he was dead. Father, mother, master, sister, Luoxue, Nuo Nuo, Yun 'er … farewell forever!
This was an attack from the projection of a master of the Way of Origin. Even if the Immortal Emperor, Renhuang, and Ming Di were here, they might not have the ability to save him.
Ding Ning's face was full of bitterness. The bow drooped down powerlessly, and he closed his eyes in despair. Familiar faces flashed through his mind like a movie, and his heart was full of regret and unwillingness.
He had originally wanted to kill An Ze with one arrow, but he had not expected the projection to be able to break free from the black and white Tai Chi diagram at a critical moment and launch this fatal attack at him.
An Ze's face revealed a sinister smile. If he had known that the projection of his Third Great Uncle could break free from the black and white Tai Chi diagram's suppression, he would not have wasted time here.
What a terrifying bow. Yet another treasure. This damnable native, you really have a lot of good things. It's truly a waste to leave them in your hands. However, it doesn't matter. In the future, all these treasures will belong to me.
An Ze looked greedily at the Sun Shooting Bow in Ding Ning's hand and thought excitedly. Although it was a pity to lose his Third Great Uncle's projection as a trump card, with these treasures as compensation, it was enough to make him feel better.
Just as Ding Ning was feeling disheartened, a huge wave suddenly rose in his calm sea of consciousness. The silver hourglass and the piece of bronze scrap suddenly shot out.
The silver hourglass jumped out of the sea of consciousness and quietly floated in the air. It did not take the next step, but the sand in the hourglass began to drip, making a soft rustling sound.
As the hourglass began to work, the whole space was filled with a dreamy brilliance, and everything instantly entered a state of stillness, causing the terrifying fist shadow that was about to hit Ding Ning to stop in the air.
The sinister smile on An Ze's face also froze at this moment, looking extremely ferocious.
All time had stopped, and the only things that were not affected were Ding Ning, who opened his eyes in shock, and the piece of bronze scrap.
The piece of bronze scrap instantly turned into a terrifying saber radiance that could cut through the sky, and fiercely chopped down at the fist shadow.
There was no earth-shattering sound, and there was no terrifying explosion shock wave. Everything was as casual and natural as drinking water, eating, and taking a walk.
The saber radiance chopped on the fist, making a soft sound like it was beaten leather. The two cancelled each other out and disappeared. The greatest crisis was completely resolved.
The piece of bronze scrap seemed to have used up all its strength. After a soft rustling sound, it turned into powder and dissipated into nothingness.
The silver hourglass stopped the sand, and the silver light became a little dim. With a puff, it fell back into the sea of consciousness and fell into silence. The still time began to flow again.
"Go in peace. From now on, your treasure is mine … uh!"
An Ze, who knew nothing about all this, was still laughing complacently, but suddenly found that Ding Ning, who should have been turned into ashes by the fist shadow, was still standing there, and the fist shadow had disappeared without a trace. His laughter suddenly stopped like an old rooster being strangled by the neck. It was stuck in his throat, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
At this moment, Ding Ning was tottering, and his face was frighteningly pale, as if all the strength in his body had been drained. But he did not care, and there was ecstasy in his eyes.
Ever since he obtained the silver hourglass, no matter how he activated it, there was no reaction. But just now, it had joined hands with the piece of bronze to save his life.
This made him feel both shocked and incomparable excitement, because the moment the silver hourglass began to count down, a subtle spiritual connection was established between him and the hourglass.
It was precisely this trace of subtle spiritual connection that instantly drained ninety percent of the soul power in his body. The result was that the hourglass remained still for a second, allowing Scrap Bronze Iron's blade to destroy the fist shadow in time.
Although the unprecedented sense of exhaustion and emptiness made his weak legs feel weak, and he wanted nothing more than to sit on the ground and sleep, the unprecedented sense of excitement made his eyes shine.
Using ninety percent of a soul body to exchange for a second of stillness, for Ding Ning, this was an extremely profitable transaction.
It should be known that when experts exchanged blows, victory and defeat were often decided in an instant. One second was enough for him to kill the enemy several hundred times.
Think about that scene. It was originally a life and death struggle, but suddenly one side's time was frozen, and he could only stand there as a live target. What kind of enemy could he not kill?
Even if it was an expert at the level of Renhuang, even if he did not die in that situation, he would probably be seriously injured in an instant. This kind of ability was truly a great killing move that defied the natural order.
Ding Ning beamed with joy, shouting in his heart that he had made a huge profit.
If it were anyone else, even if they had this ability, they would probably not dare to use it easily.
After all, once he used this move, it meant that all the energy in his body would be drained, and he would fall into an extremely weak state. If he could not kill the enemy, he would lose the ability to resist.
But he was different. He had eight Martial Souls and one primary soul. Draining the energy of a soul body did not have much effect on him.
Although the light and dark Martial Souls no longer belonged to him, as long as he killed An Ze, it was only a matter of time before he condensed them again.
Moreover, he believed that as his cultivation increased day by day, the time that he could still time would increase. At that time, who would be his opponent?
Just as he was grinning foolishly, he saw An Ze rushing towards him with red eyes out of the corner of his eye. Immediately, he turned pale with fright, and complained inwardly, "Damn it, I forgot there was An Ze."
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