Chapter 638: The Second Refining of Nether Emperor Yuanshen
the war is over,
Wu Heng was taken down by the witch doctor for treatment.
The Netherworld army began to clean up the battlefield.
As for the surviving shamans of the Wuheng tribe, they were all arranged into the tribal city to prevent large-scale escapes.
The integration of two large tribes cannot be accomplished in a day or two.
After Wu Heng recovers, with him here, he can better restrain the Wu Heng tribe.
This war, if Li Changan hadn't entered the scene forcefully at the end and defeated Wu Heng, I don't know how long it would have lasted.
But even in less than an hour of fighting, more than 30,000 witch soldiers died on both sides.
The land outside the Wuheng Tribe's city was full of potholes and a broken mess.
More than 30,000 corpses were collected and piled outside the tribe, like a hill.
Li Changan threw down dozens of flame runes.
The fire instantly covered the body.
The raging fire shot straight into the sky, reaching a height of thirty or forty feet.
More than 100,000 drops of blood essence were collected by Li Changan.
Although the quality is not as good as the fourth-grade great witch, it is better in quantity.
As for the souls of these shaman soldiers, Li Changan also impartially distributed them to the three great magical powers.
Yingluoguxing,
Facing the sudden arrival of tens of thousands of remnant souls, a cheerful smile appeared in the dark eyes of the Netherworld Emperor.
More and more remnant souls were kneeling around Him.
The power of worship becomes stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Netherworld Emperor stretched out his three heads and six arms, like gods and demons laughing wildly on the ancient planet Yingluo.
The power of the dark red ancient star was branded on the Zhoutian Star Armor by him using the power of worship, and became a part of himself.
When the dark red power of enchantment also appeared on the opposite corner of the chaos, the Netherworld Emperor's body suddenly shook violently.
Then the entire Yingluo Ancient Star seemed to be shaking.
There is some mysterious connection between the two parties.
The Netherworld Emperor slowly disappeared, as if he had been wiped out by some force.
When He appeared again, he was already standing a hundred miles away.
His body became more and more real, filled with a divinity that had never been seen before.
The magical powers that were previously condensed on the Netherworld Emperor gradually merged into one furnace and transformed into the power of the soul, flowing through his body and triggering the rules of heaven and earth in all directions.
The power is stronger.
His grasp of the rules of heaven and earth has also become more acute.
The Emperor of the Netherworld has returned to the Netherland Kingdom composed of tens of thousands of remnant souls, and has become more and more sensitive to the power of these sacrifices.
Now, He has finally completed the first refinement of the soul and entered the second realm.
It also surpasses the other two major magical powers.
At this time, He has become the true soul, and has shed the shell of the Dharma.
When the Netherworld Emperor entered a new realm, the other two supernatural beings also felt it.
Outside the Sun Star, the Great Sun Tathagata took the newly emerged tens of thousands of remnant souls into his own kingdom.
The practice conditions of the three great supernatural powers and dharma phenomena intersect in the void.
The Netherworld Emperor's cultivation experience was also known to the other two great magical powers.
The Great Sun Tathagata extracts more power of the sun, refines it into rune marks, and smelts it into the body.
In an instant, Dharma's body began to tremble rapidly.
Such tremors made the progress of the Great Sun Tathagata's tempering into a soul immediately speed up a lot.
Not far from the Great Sun Tathagata, the Demon God witnessed his ascension process with his own eyes, and the cruelty and fear in his eyes became even deeper.
He focused all his attention on the worship of the remaining souls around him, and used the power of worship to forcibly absorb the power of the sun.
The sun and stars, in a strange balance, are at peace with each other.
The capital of Jin Dynasty is built in the roots of trees,
Taishang Hongchen put all the remaining souls into the Cangsheng Sheji Ding, and the smoke generated by the fragrance of the world of mortals became more and more intense.
The power of the surrounding earth veins has been captured by Taishang Hongchen and is working hard to integrate it.
And Li Changan himself also received feedback from the Netherworld Emperor.
Sitting on the city wall, a dark red aura suddenly rose from his body.
As soon as such a breath was released, the surrounding witch clan was frightened.
The Witch Clan is a warlike race and is murderous by nature.
However, the dark red aura they felt from King Netherworld was the most vicious force in the world, extremely vicious and evil.
It seems like the source of all evil and evil, as if war also comes from this.
Li Changan took a deep breath, and his connection with the Netherworld Emperor instantly became clear.
This is the performance after the complete transformation from the Dharma form to the Yuan Shen.
The power of the Yinghuo Ancient Star transmitted from the Netherworld Emperor is continuously pouring into the Sea of Consciousness, flowing throughout the body, and being refined by the Zhoutian Star Golden Elixir.
Li Changan took this opportunity to quickly swallow the essence and blood of the witch clan and began to temper his golden body.
Stepping from the peak of the second rank to the third rank requires a lot of vitality.
One hundred thousand drops of witch essence and blood are not enough!
Every time the golden body is upgraded, the vitality required increases at least ten times.
If you want to increase your cultivation level in the shortest time, you need to refine a huge amount of vitality.
Li Changan sat on the city wall all night,
The next day,
Wu Heng has mostly recovered from his injuries.
Qimang brought him to Li Changan and knelt down on one knee, "Wu Heng pays homage to Netherworld King."
The look in his eyes when he looked at Li Changan was full of fear.
Yesterday, I was almost chopped into pieces with thousands of knives. All the flesh and blood in my body had been cut to the bone.
As long as you surrender a little slower, you will become a skeleton and you will never die again.
Although he is already a top witch, when facing a witch like Netherworld King, he still feels the chill coming from his bones.
Such an existence is completely foul. He is obviously just a great witch, but he has means that even the Witch King can't match.
Even if the absolute power is only at the level of a great witch, he can use unimaginable means to manipulate the great witch at his fingertips.
Li Changan stretched out his hand and left a rune between Wu Heng's eyebrows, "Only a great witch is qualified to submit to this king."
"Gather your men and prepare to build a new city. The houses in the new city must be arranged neatly, leaving enough space for streets."
"Take this opportunity to renovate the troops and send spies around to prepare for the next war."
Wu Heng lowered his head respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Wu Heng and Qimang left the city wall.
Wu Heng asked with some confusion, "Your Majesty, you don't like our city?"
Qimang had been following Li Changan for some time and said, "The king seems to be killing without restraint, but he is very principled, so it is normal that he does not like a chaotic and disorderly city."
"Aren't we witches all like this? Neat and tidy, that's something only a large ethnic group can have." Wu Heng said,
"For an ordinary small tribal group, a war may break out at any time. Who would waste time on tribal buildings?"
"Whatever the king says, we just do it." Qimang whistled and summoned his men, "We still have to build a palace for the king."
"We can't let the king live in a low stone house."
"Palace?" Wu Heng thought for a while, "I am still going to the tribe, and I am lucky enough to meet the Witch King once."
"But non-Witch King is not allowed to build a palace. If we build a palace, will there be any problems?"
Qimang looked at Wu Heng, "Why do you think the king calls himself king?"
"It's only a matter of time before the king becomes the Witch King, and when facing the Witch clan below the Witch King, there is no difference between the King and the Witch King!"