With a loud boom, the entire bronze hall shook violently.
Damn, could it be an earthquake? Ding Ning stared fixedly at the Nine-Dragon Cauldron. He had to think of a way to take this cauldron away.
Unfortunately, before he could do anything, the Nine-Dragon Cauldron flew up and landed in the hands of a stone statue that had just appeared out of nowhere.
Ding Ning swallowed with difficulty. He looked at the enormous stone statue that had eight feet, three heads, six arms, a bronze head and an iron forehead. It was impenetrable and held a knife, axe, and dagger-axe. His face was filled with a flattering smile and he said embarrassedly, "Ancestor Chiyou, I was just joking just now, haha, joking."
The statue of Chiyou in front of him was more than a hundred feet tall, and its eight legs made it as fast as a ghost. Its three blurry faces showed no expression at all, and its six hands were holding a saber, an axe, and a spear that were more than 30 feet long. It was full of killing intent, which made Ding Ning believe that he was absolutely not an opponent of the same level as it, and that the previous stone statues could be smashed into pieces in front of it.
The statue of Chiyou stood quietly in the same place, as if it was looking at him, but also as if it was not looking at anything. The terrifying pressure made the air stagnate, making it difficult for Ding Ning to breathe, and bean-sized sweat beaded on his forehead.
Finally, the Chiyou statue moved. With a wave of its hand, the mermaid suddenly left Ding Ning's left arm and flew into Chiyou's enormous palm without any resistance. It tilted its head and looked curiously at the statue as it continued to blow bubbles from its mouth.
All of Ding Ning's muscles tightened and his back was soaked in sweat. He stared closely at the Chiyou statue. Luoxue and Air Force Wing were both in the mermaid's space. Would the Chiyou statue crush the mermaid? Then Luoxue and Air Force Wing would not be spared. So even though he knew he was no match for the statue, he was prepared to attack.
Fortunately, the Chiyou statue did not attack the mermaid. Instead, its three mouths closed and closed, producing dry and strange sounds.
The mermaid kept blowing bubbles from its mouth and seemed to be using a unique language to communicate with the Chiyou statue.
Ding Ning's body shook and shock appeared in his eyes. This statue could actually speak. Was it not a statue but a totem of the god of war?
The Jiuli tribe was divided into nine tribes and each tribe had its own totem. Everyone thought there were nine great totems.
However, from the information Xuan Ji sent him, he knew that in reality, the Jiuli tribe had ten great totems. The strongest was Chiyou's god of war totem.
However, he did not know if Chiyou had created the god of war totem in his own image or if he had transformed himself into the god of war totem. This was a mystery that no one knew the answer to.
In real history, after the Yan and Huang tribal alliance killed Chiyou, because the government was unstable and the world was in chaos, the Yellow Emperor drew Ning's image on the army flag to deter the world.
Everyone in the world thought that as long as Chiyou didn't die, no one dared to go against him. Therefore, "all the nations in all directions submitted to him." It could be seen how illustrious Chiyou's reputation as a war god was!
Ding Ning watched the statue of Chiyou communicate with the mermaid for a while, and then he stuck the huge saber in his hand into the ground. He turned his eyes to him and pointed at him. A golden light shot into the stone man.
The stone man suddenly emitted a red and orange light that shot directly into Ding Ning's mind. A piece of golden foil hovered in his mind, engraved with several ancient and mysterious characters.
What kind of writing was this? He had never seen it before. It was not oracle bone script or cuneiform script. Anyway, Ding Ning had never seen this kind of writing. He did not even know if it was writing, let alone decipher it.
He raised his head and was about to ask what it was when he found that the god of war totem had disappeared with the Nine Dragon Cauldron.
Whatever, he had to get the Soul Severing Knife to cut the demon-sealing chain first. Ding Ning walked forward and grabbed the knife hilt with both hands.
So awkward, there was no reaction. How heavy was this Soul Severing Knife? Ding Ning did not believe it and poured all his strength into his arms. He used all his strength and shouted, "Up!"
… Still could not lift it.
Ding Ning blushed. As expected, this was the power of an underage shaman warrior. He could not even lift Chiyou's weapon. He had lost a lot of face.
Especially when the mermaid wagged her tail and blew bubbles. She tilted her head and looked at him curiously as if asking why he had not taken the knife. It made him feel ashamed.
That should not be the case. Since the god of war totem had left the knife for him, it must have thought that he had enough strength to lift the knife. Why could he not lift it?
Ding Ning's mind worked quickly. Soul Severing Knife, Soul Severing Knife. Was it a knife that needed souls to hold?
Thinking of this, Ding Ning gave an order to the double-faced Buddha. The black-faced Buddha suddenly moved. The Soul Severing Knife shook slightly and appeared in his hand with a squeak as if it was weightless.
Ding Ning breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, this was a knife for souls. No wonder it could cut souls.
The mermaid blew bubbles and suddenly opened her huge mouth, swallowing the eighteen stone statue puppets in one gulp. She circled around Ding Ning with an expression that said, "Hurry up and praise me."
Ding Ning was overjoyed. Looking at the empty bronze hall, he gave the mermaid a thumbs up in admiration.
The mermaid grinned proudly and wagged her tail back to his left arm to turn into a tattoo.
Ding Ning looked deeply at the bronze hall and turned to leave. As he stepped out of the bronze hall, the two bronze doors closed automatically.
"Rumble!"
As the doors closed, the entire space was in a daze. He felt his head become heavy and his feet become light. Ding Ning felt his vision blur and then he appeared on the deserted island.
He was out. He had been in the secret realm for about three days. Breathing in the salty and humid air brought by the sea breeze, Ding Ning estimated the time and felt as if a lifetime had passed.
Plop plop!
The mermaid happily spat out the ice coffin, Luoxue, and the Air Force Wings.
Ding Ning used his mind to control the knife and shouted, "Cut!"
The Soul Severing Saber suddenly appeared, bringing with it a terrifying power as it ruthlessly slashed at the demon-sealing chain. The demon-sealing chain suddenly lit up with a layer of dazzling light. Countless cryptic symbols flashed and shot into the sky.
There were no sparks of metal clashing. There was only a faint "plop". The light of the demon-sealing chain suddenly dimmed and it fell from the ice coffin to the ground.
At the same time, the shadow of a metal chain suddenly jumped out of the flowing light in Ding Ning's mind and merged with the demon-sealing chain on the ground.
Just as Ding Ning thought it was all over and reached out to grab the demon-sealing chain, the chain suddenly burned with white flames and rushed along Ding Ning's arm into his mind.
"Ah!" Ding Ning gave a shrill scream.
The moment the white flame entered his body, an extremely terrifying and eerie chill made him feel as if he had fallen into the depths of hell. It was as if even his flesh and blood had been frozen. His skin was clearly covered in black frost, but his heart felt as if there was a ball of fire burning. This kind of fusion of ice and fire, the extreme contradictory pain made him twitch all over, and he fell to the ground and kept rolling.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Ding Luoxue shouted in shock. She bent down to help Ding Ning up but before her hand could touch him, a dark coldness caused her to shiver. All the blood in her body froze and she stood stiffly where she was.
"Don't touch me!"
Ding Ning's face darkened and his eyes turned blood red. The veins on his forehead bulged as he shouted at Luoxue. Gathering his remaining strength, he ran towards the sea.
Half a day after Ding Ning left, Luoxue finally stood up, trembling. Her blood slowly flowed again and her body temperature gradually rose.
But her joints were still stiff, her face as white as paper, her lips black and her eyes filled with terror. Looking in the direction Ding Ning had left, she could not help but cry.
She had not even touched Ding Ning and had become like this. What kind of pain was Ding Ning enduring? This worried her greatly.
With a splash, Ding Ning jumped into the sea. Although his flesh and blood were almost frozen, his organs were burning hot. His mouth was dry and his mind was muddled. He instinctively jumped into the sea.
What he didn't know was that a thick layer of ice had strangely formed at the spot where he jumped into the sea, and it was continuously spreading into the distance. As time passed, he didn't know if the entire sea would become a layer of ice.
Ding Ning continued to sink and his consciousness became more and more blurry. In his mind, the two-faced Buddha and the white flames began to fight.
The black flames, the white flames, and the golden light of the Buddha. The three fought happily but Ding Ning was in so much pain that he wished he were dead. It was even more painful than when he had refined his body in the Nine Dragon Cauldron.
As he continued to dive, everywhere he passed turned into transparent ice crystals. The sea creatures that could not avoid him in time were instantly frozen in the ice. It was like the underwater world in an aquarium.
What to do? What to do? At this moment, Ding Ning was like a man of ice. His entire body exuded a piercing coldness. His heart was in a panic and his mind was spinning rapidly.
The two-faced Buddha was retreating under the attacks of the Fire of the Underworld. If he could not think of a solution, he would undoubtedly die. After all, the two-faced Buddha was his "god" and represented his will and soul. He could not lose it.
Suddenly, he remembered what Xuan Ji had said earlier. Although the Flames of the Underworld caused her soul to endure constant pain and torment, it was not without its benefits. As long as she could endure it and not die, her soul would become increasingly pure and condensed.
However, Xuan Ji was a cultivator at the eighth level of the Holy Martial Arts Realm. Her soul was not something he could compare to. She could withstand it, but could he?
But now, he had no other way out. If he continued to endure, when the power of his soul was exhausted, he would also die.
It looked like he could only give it his all. After all, although his soul was not as condensed as Xuan Ji's, the amount of Fire of the Underworld that invaded his body was far less than the amount in Xuan Ji's body. It was just a small wisp.
I'll give it my all. Viciousness flashed through Ding Ning's eyes. In his mind, he commanded the two-faced Buddha not to resist. He allowed the Fire of the Underworld to envelop the two-faced Buddha and burn it.
It was painful, even more painful than when he refined his body. Ding Ning felt as if his head was no longer his own. It was as if someone had opened his skull and set his brain on fire. He wanted nothing more than to pass out immediately.
But he knew he could not pass out. If he did, he would be completely finished. He had to stay awake and endure this pain. Only then could he survive and reap the greatest benefits from it.
This small wisp of Fire of the Underworld was different from the Fire of the Underworld in Xuan Ji's body that had a mission. It did not have its own consciousness and it did not lock onto Ding Ning's soul. Sooner or later, it would be completely consumed.
This was a competition of willpower, and also a protracted battle of the soul. It all depended on whether Ding Ning could persist until the end.
The mermaid blew bubbles anxiously. The sea was its home field, but the only thing it could do now was to make Ding Ning grow his beard like it did on land. Otherwise, before Ding Ning could defeat the Fire of the Underworld, he would drown and die.
Ding Ning allowed the Fire of the Underworld to burn his soul. He activated the Method of Cultivating Spirit without a care, constantly replenishing his soul with "nourishment". Otherwise, if he could not keep up with the speed at which his soul was being consumed, he would die.
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