"It would be great if I could form a formation with a single thought."
Ding Ning muttered to himself as a look of longing flashed across his eyes.
Xi had once told him that the pinnacle of formations was to form a formation with a single thought. A single thought could create tens of thousands of formations. How terrifying was that?
Unfortunately, it required a huge amount of divine thoughts to support it. Although he had the potential to cultivate divine thoughts, and could even barely produce divine thoughts when his soul merged with his main soul, it was like a drop in the ocean compared to the divine thoughts needed to form a formation with a single thought.
Abandoning this unrealistic idea, Ding Ning wisely settled for the next best thing. He muttered in a low voice, "If it's impossible to form a formation with a single thought, then I'll try to form a formation without a single thought. Although it's not as fast as forming a formation with a single thought, it's still countless times faster than the average formation technique."
Forming a formation without a single thought was a formation technique second only to forming a formation with a single thought. Even Xi and Ming Di, the number one formation expert in the Three Realms, could not cultivate a formation without a single thought. However, Ding Ning was full of confidence in himself.
This was because forming a formation without a single thought consumed the power of one's spirit to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to form a formation. An average person could not afford to consume such a huge amount of spirit power. However, Ding Ning was different. He was a person with nine Martial Souls. His spirit power was many times more powerful than an average person's.
It should be known that his Martial Souls had all given birth to a soul. The biggest difference between such a Martial Soul and an average person's Martial Soul was that each Martial Soul could be cultivated independently.
What did this mean? It meant that while others could only rely on the cultivation of their main soul to nourish their Martial Souls and increase their strength, he could cultivate nine Martial Souls at the same time. This was equivalent to the cultivation results of nine people being concentrated on him alone. One could imagine the speed of cultivation and the extent of the growth of his strength.
With the supply of sufficient spirit power from the nine Martial Souls, he already had the foundation to successfully cultivate a formation without a single thought. The only thing he lacked now was time.
Three minutes had already passed from the fifteen minutes. Anyone would think that it was impossible to cultivate a formation without a single thought in twelve minutes. There was no chance of success at all.
However, this was not a problem for Ding Ning. Ever since he chased away the demonic nature and regained control of the Consciousness Space, he had twenty-four hours of cultivation time every day that did not conflict with the real world.
Hence, twelve minutes in the outside world was enough for him. In the willpower space, he had an entire day to train in the Void Formation.
Of course, it was almost impossible for him to master the Void Formation in just one day. However, he had no other choice. The Void Formation was his last hope of turning the tables. If he did not succeed, he would die trying. He had no other choice.
Boom boom boom!
The Demon Suppressing Arhat was still sparing no effort in attacking the blood-colored light barrier. Although the blood-colored light barrier was flickering from the bombardment, it was still tenacious and had no signs of disappearing.
However, some attentive people discovered that the dense Blood Evil Power had gradually become less dense with the continuous bombardment of the Demon Suppressing Arhat, and there were signs of its defense being broken.
This made the Invaders' side jump with joy. They discussed with great interest what method Lord Demon Suppressing Arhat would use to torture that audacious guy to the point where he begged for death.
On the other hand, the Heavenly Court army's side was gloomy and gloomy. Everyone's face was filled with deep worry. Even though they were not familiar with Ding Ning, he was able to kill a half-step Immortal rank expert with his low strength, which made them deeply admire him.
If it was in the past, they might have been jealous. However, under the threat of the Invader army, they had long abandoned the selfish thoughts in human nature. They only hoped that the Heavenly Court could have more monstrous geniuses like Ding Ning, and eventually grow into pillars like the five Great Heavenly Lords, kill all the Invaders, and return the Kun Xu Realm to a peaceful world.
The Demigod in white who first warned Ding Ning secretly glanced at Li Jikang and Zhou Lei, who had conflicted and timid expressions. He understood their concerns and worries. They were afraid that they would be killed by the Demon Suppressing Arhat before the signal for help could be sent out. After all, even ants wanted to live, let alone humans.
He did not blame them. If it were him, he would also be conflicted. However, when he thought that a genius like Ding Ning might be killed, and the Kun Xu Realm would lose a mainstay who could lead everyone to resist the Invaders in the future, he felt his whole body tremble. His blood rushed to his head, and the conflict in his eyes turned into determination.
"I, Zhu Dapeng, do not have a good aptitude. After living for more than two thousand years, I have only reached the Demigod realm. Among the Demigods, I am ridiculed as a good-for-nothing existence. My life has been cheap since I was young, and I have no great ambitions. I have never thought about doing anything great in my life. I just want the world to be peaceful, to marry my little junior sister who I have secretly loved for a thousand years, and to live a peaceful life with her. But this time, I, Zhu Dapeng, do not want to live a mediocre life anymore. I will use my cheap life to exchange for a genius in the Kun Xu Realm. This deal is really worth it."
Zhu Dapeng murmured in his heart, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Little junior sister, farewell. If there is a next life, I will definitely confess my love to you. Even if I refuse, I will have no regrets."
In the end, Zhu Dapeng looked in a certain direction and murmured in his heart. Then, he turned his head and stopped looking. He resolutely and quietly moved toward Li Jikang and Zhou Lei.
That direction was where the little junior sister whom he had secretly loved for a thousand years was fighting. Unfortunately, his aptitude was too poor. He had only become a Demigod after cultivating for more than two thousand years.
On the other hand, his little junior sister had already entered the pericelestial realm a thousand years ago and was now an expert in the middle stage of the Divine Transformation realm. The huge gap in aptitude and status made him not have the courage to confess his love to her. He could only bury his love deep in his heart.
He could faintly sense that his junior sister seemed to have a good impression of him. She never called him trash or an idiot like the others. Instead, she often comforted and encouraged him in a gentle voice. She even gave him a soft armor that he regarded as a treasure and never left his side.
Even so, he did not have the courage to confess his love to her. He was afraid that he was thinking too much and would make her hate him. In the end, they could not even be friends.
"What? You're asking for reinforcements? "
When Li Jikang heard Zhu Dapeng's voice transmission, he was so shocked that he almost cried out. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and immediately changed to voice transmission. Otherwise, he would not have attracted the attention of others.
After hearing Zhu Dapeng's affirmative answer, Li Jikang's expression changed. He had a good character and was not afraid of death. Otherwise, he would not have risked his life to protect his junior brother, Zhou Lei.
However, Zhou Lei was his junior brother. As a senior brother, it was natural for him to protect his junior brother. If it had been someone else, he might not have had the spirit to sacrifice himself.
Zhu Dapeng was only at the bottom of the Demigod combat team led by him and Zhou Lei. He was just a piece of trash with the worst aptitude. It was a miracle that he had survived until now. In addition, he was usually quiet and did not even have a friend.
To put it bluntly, even if he died, no one would shed a tear for him. So, after hearing Zhu Dapeng volunteer, he was moved.
Compared to a Primordial Heavenly Sovereign like Ding Ning, Zhu Dapeng's life was naturally not worth a cent in his eyes. Although he was not a businessman, he knew how to calculate. He knew that if Zhu Dapeng really sent out a distress signal to save his senior, the success rate was at least more than 70%.
After all, he was too ordinary. He had a round face, a round nose, and a chubby figure. In addition, his aptitude was poor, his cultivation was low, and his popularity was poor. He was so inconspicuous that he could not be found in a crowd.
It was impossible for such a person to be noticed. Even the Demon Suppressing Arhat would not notice such an inconspicuous piece of trash. So, he made a prompt decision. He pretended that his feet were numb and moved his feet.
Under his feet, there was a yellow cylindrical object engraved with simple runes. This was the Heavenly Court's distress signal. As long as he threw it high into the air, the runes engraved on it would automatically detonate and send out a distress signal.
Zhu Dapeng took a deep breath and quietly took a step forward to stand behind Li Jikang. He did not dare to use any spiritual power. He kept watching the Demon Suppressing Arhat from the corner of his eyes. Taking advantage of the moment when the Demon Suppressing Arhat hit the blood red light barrier with all his strength again, he quickly squatted down to pick up the signal flare and stood up.
Bang bang bang!
The violent heartbeat made his tongue dry. He lowered his head and glanced at the Demon Suppressing Arhat from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that the Demon Suppressing Arhat did not notice him at all, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He quietly moved his feet and slowly pulled away from Li Jikang. He gradually mixed into the crowd of onlookers. Seeing that the Demon Suppressing Arhat still did not move, he tiptoed away.
"Where are you going?"
But at this moment, the Demon Suppressing Arhat's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing him to feel as if he had been struck by lightning. The muscles on his chubby face were trembling because of fear. He forced himself to answer with a trembling face: "I … I need to pee."
The Demon Suppressing Arhat did not chase after him. He only glanced at him and turned his head. He casually slapped his palm in his direction and said with a sneer: "Then you can pee in your next life."
It was not that he had discovered Zhu Dapeng's small movements, but that he was here and would not allow anyone to leave. Once the experts of the Heavenly Court were attracted, he would be in big trouble.
If he was not careful, he would not be able to leave alive. Therefore, even if he believed that this inconspicuous little fatty was really in a hurry to pee, he did not intend to let him live. He was just an ant, so he could casually slap him to death.
Li Jikang and Zhou Lei closed their eyes in despair. In the end, they still failed.
Bang!
But in the next moment, they widened their eyes in shock. They watched in disbelief as the signal flare exploded in the sky like a goddess scattering flowers, turning into the most gorgeous fireworks.
Zhu Dapeng, on the other hand, flew into the distant sky like a kite with its string cut under the Demon Suppressing Arhat's casual attack. He had used the last of his strength to throw the signal flare in midair. Even though he was spitting out mouthfuls of blood and his snow-white clothes were dyed red with blood, his slightly chubby round face revealed an unprecedented brilliant smile.
Life was as gorgeous as spring flowers, and death was as beautiful as autumn leaves.
Li Jikang and Zhou Lei's eyes instantly became moist. They swore that they had never seen such a handsome and brilliant smile before. Fatty Zhu, who was always silent and would only apologize with a smile even when he was ridiculed and bullied, had such a majestic and lofty image in their hearts.
Born in this chaotic world, they had long since become indifferent to life and death after years of fighting and killing. They were also used to seeing scenes of life and death.
They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that they would not be able to send out a signal for help, so they hesitated. But at this moment, the signal for help was finally sent out. Even if they had to sacrifice Zhu Dapeng's life, it was still a success.
Therefore, they smiled with tears in their eyes. Facing the direction where Zhu Dapeng fell, they bowed deeply to express their respect.
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