Zuo Qingcang suddenly appeared in a stone room. The way he appeared was as if he had been squeezed out of a drawing board.
Zuo Qingcang did not panic at all when he suddenly appeared in the stone room. This was because he had done this countless times in his dreams.
As a food storage room, it was also one of the few places in the ruins that did not have any traps. After all, who would place a bunch of traps in an unimportant place that they visited several times a day?
Zuo Qingcang glanced at the rows of food on the shelves and walked towards a pile of bottles and jars.
'Most of the psionic food has probably gone bad, but the wine brewed from psionic fruits should still be effective.' As he thought, Zuo Qingcang picked up a bottle of wine and opened the seal to take a sniff.
'No problem.' Zuo Qingcang then took another sip and felt as if there was a stream of flames burning from his mouth all the way to his stomach. A tremendous stream of spiritual power was formed in his body and then flowed into his body through the blood vessels in his limbs and bones.
With the nourishment and energy from this mouthful of spiritual wine, Zuo Qingcang immediately sat down and began to cultivate the Celestial Demon Transformation.
This dao technique that Prometheus had created used Zuo Qingcang's ink bones as the main structure. It allowed his bones to grow once again, and with the help of the powers from the other life clusters, as well as the control of his blood and muscles, it allowed his body to become taller and stronger.
This was equivalent to obtaining a qualitative change through a quantitative change. In a situation where Zuo Qingcang was unable to break through the limits of the human body and strengthen his body once again, he could allow his body to grow bigger in order to obtain greater physical strength and explosive prowess. This was because the more muscles there were of the same strength, the more explosive power and physical strength one would have.
Under his control, the bones all over his body began to grow bit by bit. In just half a day, he had grown a full five centimeters taller, and the bones all over his body had become a little thicker.
However, this speed was the result of Zuo Qingcang intentionally suppressing his speed. If he were to do it with Mo Gu's high-speed bone reconstruction, he would be able to grow to three meters tall in a day. However, that was impossible. It was because when the bones grew, the muscles would also need to be adjusted. This could not be done quickly.
Therefore, according to the calculations in the Celestial Demon Transformation, he deliberately controlled the speed and structure of his bone growth. Then, he continuously moved his muscles, blood and organs. With the help of his corpse meridians and other life plexuses, he absorbed the rich nutrients and energy from the spiritual wine and grew rapidly.
After half a day, he seemed to have grown a size bigger, and his physical strength had also increased explosively. This was because this was not a swelling of his muscles, but a real change in his body. Zuo Qingcang's physical strength had increased.
However, Zuo Qingcang, whose physical strength had increased greatly, did not look happy or excited. Instead, he looked like he was in pain.
This was because he had controlled the growth of the human body that would take months to complete in just half a day. It could be said that every inch of growth of his bones and muscles caused Zuo Qingcang to feel all kinds of pain, pain, numbness and itchiness. It was as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart. Under such pain, he had to carefully control his muscles, bones and organs. Otherwise, if he was not careful, his nerves would be messed up, his muscles would be torn, and his organs would be severely injured.
This kind of pain was like being sent to hell. It was like being skinned, having one's tongue pulled out, and being thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Even though Zuo Qingcang had experienced this countless times in the dream, he was still in so much pain that cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.
Zuo Qingcang had experienced several kinds of internal injuries in the dream. After all, even with his control and willpower, he could not completely ignore this level of pain.
However, this was only the beginning. When he finished growing his body, he still had to shrink his bones and tendons, which was a hundred times more painful than the purgatory cultivation.
However, although the cultivation of Celestial and Demon Transformation was extremely painful, it was self-evident that it was an explosive increase in Zuo Qingcang's strength.
Almost every minute, every second, Zuo Qingcang's physical strength, physical strength, strength and speed were all increasing crazily.
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Just as Zuo Qingcang was immersed in the hellish cultivation, in the Northern Wilderness, an extremely fierce battle had begun.
This was an endless Gobi Desert, made up of huge desert and semi-desert areas, stretching across the entire northeastern region of the new continent. Sand, bare rocks, and sparse bushes could be seen everywhere. The ground was completely covered by coarse sand and gravel.
In this terrible no man's land, a group of cavalrymen was rushing towards the north. This group of cavalrymen was wearing military leather armor, carrying swords and bows on their backs. They were all silent as they rushed, but the murderous aura on their bodies was as obvious as the sun. Obviously, they were experienced elites in the army, killing machines.
However, the uniforms of the cavalrymen were slightly different. It could be seen that this group of cavalrymen was made up of two different groups of people. There were two men in the lead. One was a middle-aged man with gray hair, and the other was a burly man with thick muscles and a stubble of beard.
The middle-aged man with gray hair was Mu Yuanying, nicknamed Marshal Mu in the Hidden Scale Army. When he was less than ten years old, he had already beheaded people in the northwest battlefield of the Central Plains. The Tiger Might Saber at his waist had chopped off countless heads in the decades of fighting.
As an elite warrior in the entire Da Qi State, he shone even more after coming to the new continent. He had once killed the number one warrior of the Han Te Tribe in the midst of tens of thousands of soldiers all by himself.
The man behind Mu Yuanying was Huang Biao, known as the Chaotic Sky Demon by the Pangolin Army. Compared to Mu Yuanying, he was more of a lunatic, a butcher, and a pervert. He slaughtered captives and tortured civilians. There were even rumors that he chopped off heads every day. He was a complete war maniac, a homicidal maniac.
Even these two were Human Phase warriors who were proficient in actual combat and had been fighting all year round. This time, they were sent to surround the Underworld Sect and hunt down the Yama Holy Son with several other masters.
One could see with the naked eye that in the far north, in the direction of the cavalrymen, there was a huge black mountain range standing above the Gobi Desert. That was the headquarters of the Northern Wilderness' Hell Sect, the Acheron Devil Palace.
At this moment, Mu Yuanying suddenly waved his hand and stopped the cavalrymen. Then, he jumped down and came in front of a few dead bodies.
Looking at the broken bodies and bloody equipment in front of him, he frowned. "It's Lin Shanjun's men. They were attacked by wild beasts."
Huang Biao also jumped down. He walked in front of the corpses and licked his lips. Looking at the corpses on the ground, his eyes were filled with excitement. "Attacked by wild beasts? Didn't Lin Shanjun send out that spear this time? What wild beasts could attack them? "
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