Cultivation through Skin Making - Chapter 664 - 240. Giant Dragon Battlefield, Terrifying “Burial” (7.3K words - Please Subscribe)_2
Chapter 664: 240. Giant Dragon Battlefield, Terrifying “Burial” (7.3K words – Please Subscribe)_2
So, he rarely found interest, thought for a moment, and decided to pick a few lines from past dreams to say out loud, allowing the demoness in his arms to have a good laugh, while he could also follow suit and laugh loudly.
Dreams, aren’t they just daydreams?
But just at that moment, not far away, a golden hundred-treasure rack made of profound yellow material suddenly twisted. Cold, sinister words crawled up that dazzling profound yellow material, causing the gold to become dust-covered, revealing a chilling, bone-piercing cold tone.
Song Yan couldn’t dodge in time and saw a character: “Extreme.”
This was the opening character for “Extreme North, Hidden Star Power.”
The Wa Text Curse relentlessly hoped he would harness the power of the Extreme North Star Realm, thus allowing it to obliterate his soul and make him a vessel.
However, only one character “Extreme” appeared on the profound yellow hundred-treasure rack.
The second character twisted and transformed several times but then shrank back, and even the first character “Extreme” vanished without a trace.
Even so, Song Yan’s body shuddered violently, like a “mortal sleeping soundly in a winter’s cold bed, suddenly thrown into an ice cellar.”
That shiver sent a bone-chilling cold through his entire body.
Yin Jiuqiao sensed his body shiver, looked up astonished, and said: “Han Lang?”
Her eyes unexpectedly shimmered with a strange hue.
Song Yan abruptly pushed her away, laughing: “What? Want to make a move?”
Yin Jiuqiao stepped back several zhang, landed gracefully, raised her ghost face, saw he had recovered, and giggled: “Such are the rules, Han Lang is not unaware.
If you suddenly have a problem and become weak, sooner or later you’ll be devoured by someone. It’s even less likely that Ying Wubei and Wu Sheng would miss this chance.
Rather than benefit others, I’d rather benefit myself.
At least, I will only make Han Lang a docile companion by my side, waiting for my return in the secret realm every day, saying nice things to please me, hee hee hee.”
Having said that, she continued: “But, I see that Han Lang is very resilient. On the other hand, that little devil Ying Wubei seems to be slightly injured. He didn’t dare tell anyone… and I found out by accident.
Han Lang, I’m really good to you, telling you everything. When that little devil runs into trouble, we will divide him together.”
Song Yan imitated Han Zhou’s style, coldly said: “If you fail, I’ll also turn you into a female cultivator who can only wait for me on the bed.”
Yin Jiuqiao giggled: “Han Lang is really heartless, just before you talked about being inseparable, wandering the stars, now you want to wipe my memory and leave me on the bed to serve you.”
While she laughed, her eyes steadily fixed on the man before her, as if judging whether he was pretending or not.
But she quickly realized in disappointment that the man before her wasn’t injured.
The two chatted a bit more about the layout of the “Ancient Dragon Battlefield,” and Yin Jiuqiao then floated away.
The intense conversation made Song Yan feel slightly more lively.
When he raised his head again to look at the far-off hundred-treasure rack, the characters born from the “Wa Text Curse” did not appear again.
However, deep in his soul, he felt an extraordinary, ultimate sinister chill was pushing up and swelling, much like a dead man’s heart suddenly faintly throbbing, or a living person suddenly finding a white hand in their abdomen.
That hand crawled, crawled, wanting to crawl up your intestines, stomach, esophagus, throat, then… stretch out from your mouth.
Song Yan withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself: ’I have to speed up the time.’
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The “Ancient Dragon Battlefield” sounds like a very large battlefield, hidden in a very secretive place.
Yet, it’s quite the opposite.
Because, the “Ancient Dragon Battlefield” is merely one of the countless rusty ancient swords suspended in the sky, blood dripping down.
The key is, you need to know which one it is.
The world sealed within such a rusty ancient sword is entirely a “big blind box,” some might contain treasures, some might be empty and only filled with corpses, and if you want to open this “big blind box,” it costs four top-grade Starfire Spirit Stones.
One top-grade Starfire Spirit Stone equals one hundred ordinary Starfire Spirit Stones.
Previously, when Di Cunxin sold that “albeit broken but containing various Sword Dao prodigy divine souls and forged by the Five Elements Underworld’s metal and a formidable Celestial Demon” sword at the Star Raft Market, it was of no more value than this.
Four top-grade Starfire Spirit Stones were truly a lot for a cultivator in this ownerless abandoned land.
But unavoidable.
Because the entrance to this Rusted Sword Ancient Battlefield was filled with far too much unbelievable unknown Yin Qi, and to pass through the channel and enter, one must use the Fire of Taiyin and Taiyang in the top-grade Starfire Spirit Stones to clear the way.
Two when entering, two when exiting.
At that moment, Han Gong Song Yan threw one out, and Ying Wubei also took out one.
Two top-grade Starfire Spirit Stones penetrated one after another through the tip of a rusted sword.
Yin Jiuqiao glanced at Ying Wubei.
The little boy said: “Checked thoroughly, it’s right here, no mistake.”
Yin Jiuqiao crossed her arms, resting her chin, glanced at a white-robed cultivator and an armored cultivator nearby, and scolded: “Get in there!”
The two cultivators gazed at him obsessively, one said, “As long as Jiu Niang is happy, I’m willing to do anything,” the other said, “Jiu Niang, can you smile again?”
Yin Jiuqiao coldly said: “Get in there and explore!”
The two cultivators, upon hearing her voice, like a drought meeting sweet rain, transformed into rainbow light and flew inside.
Yin Jiuqiao followed closely behind, and then followed by Ying Wubei, Wu Sheng, and Han Gong Song Yan.
The six formed a single-file line, rushing into this Rusted Sword World following the path cleared by the top-grade Starfire Spirit Stone.
From the outside, in the blink of an eye, a rusty sword sheds only a few drops of blood, but entering here, it’s as if diving into a vast, bottomless blood sea filled with various corpses.
