Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 648 The Ancient Witch King! (Two Chapters Combined)

After a while, four more innate martial artists with bruised and swollen faces arrived outside the stone gate.

"Your Excellency, here you are, I have found a piece of blood jade for you." The leader, also holding a piece of blood jade, said.

Boom!

The stone door opened, the four people exchanged glances, and then went inside one after another.

Inside the stone gate, the dim, yellowish light of a few fires became the only source of light.

A stone statue occupies half of the cave space. The statue is humanoid but faceless, and it exudes a sense of oppression.

"Simply place the blood jade on the table."

A voice seemed to come from the stone statue, or perhaps from all directions.

"Yes." The leader obediently placed the blood jade on the table in front of him.

The next moment, the Blood Jade suddenly seemed to be activated by someone, and a large amount of blood light burst forth, instantly filling the entire sealed cave.

"You're not keeping your word!" The leader immediately realized what was happening, his face contorted with rage, and roared.

But it was too late.

The four severely injured innate martial artists had no time to defend themselves and were quickly dissolved in the bloody light, all of them being swept into the blood jade.

The surface of the blood jade shimmered with a blood-red light, just like a ruby, crystal clear and incredibly bright.

Suddenly, the stone statue moved, shifting its head and wiggling its long arms. The lifeless object suddenly gained a touch of vitality.

The stone statue grabbed the blood jade and merged it into its own stone body.

But then, his movements abruptly stopped.

The next moment, the entire top of the rocky cave exploded and shattered, letting in the sunlight and dispelling the original darkness of the cave.

A strong wind howled, and a large, tangible hand descended, embedding itself into the stone statue.

Just like pinching a chick, it was lifted into the air.

There were four other people in the air, namely Song Changming and his three companions who had followed them all the way.

"There's definitely something strange going on. Is it this stone statue causing trouble behind the scenes?" The young girl Huang's fiery eyes fell on the stone statue in front of her.

"Qingqing, check if there are any evil spirits or malevolent thoughts attached to this stone statue," Heya said.

Su Qingqing did as she was told, her bright eyes shining.

Her bright pink eyes have been fully developed, and their function is much greater than before.

Not only can it use its pupil technique to immobilize people, but it can also see into the essence of all things.

Right now, she only needed a glance to clean the stone statue inside and out.

The stone statue contained dozens of blood jades, each containing an immense amount of flesh and blood energy. It was unknown how many living beings it had slaughtered to obtain them.

Apart from that, Su Qingqing didn't notice anything further and frowned, shaking her head.

She didn't sense any evil or malevolent intent in the statue; it seemed to be just an ordinary stone statue.

"Young Master, have you noticed anything?" Su Qingqing couldn't help but look at Song Changming beside her.

“This is the Mountain God Statue clan. I have fought against them in the past.” Song Changming examined the stone statue in front of him, which he had now controlled, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before Kyushu was ruled by humans, the Mountain God Clan was the ruler of the Iwa Province.

However, when Song Changming swept through the Nine Provinces, the Mountain God Clan was also targeted by him. Now, decades later, their clan has almost disappeared from Yanzhou.

These days, it's already quite rare to see a mountain god statue.

"The mountain god statue has an ability to create clones from rocks and soil that can move freely. If I were that evil spirit, attaching myself to a mountain god statue would indeed be a good choice, allowing me to control the clones to carry out my actions more covertly."

As Song Changming spoke slowly, he floated closer to the stone statue and pointed his finger at the head of the mountain god statue.

The Witch God's Soul in the Underworld Sea suddenly opened its dazzling divine eyes and stared directly at the formed soul within the stone statue.

Soon, he sensed a connection to this soul, as if a thin thread was connecting it to a distant place.

"Sure enough."

Song Changming muttered to himself, and suddenly a divine fire ignited in the eyes of the Witch God Soul.

The divine fire actually spread along the thin thread connecting the stone statue.

On the other side, in the Yanzhou region, there is a sunken valley that almost connects to the earth's core, covered with obsidian that has been traversed by lava.

A hundred-foot-tall stone statue, sitting cross-legged, was suddenly startled and muttered, "Not good!"

The next moment, the divine fire, along with the soul connection between him and his clone, directly scorched his main body.

"Damn it! This is witchcraft! It's that witch clan brat again!"

The stone statue's soul was burned, and it immediately screamed in pain. Later, it even rolled on the ground in agony, suffering greatly.

There was also an insect nearby, which was the insect that had been possessed by the Star Devouring Dragon's divine sense.

Upon seeing this, Chong Er's expression turned grim. He knew very well that they had been exposed.

He suddenly stood up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he looked at the tormented stone statue again and said in a deep voice, "Give me all the blood and flesh energy and soul power you have collected."

"Alright!" The stone statue did not resist. Suddenly, streams of blood-red torrents surged from its body, along with its immense soul power, all of which entered the body of Insect Two.

They are all the divine thoughts of the Star-Devouring Dragon, and their actions all have the same purpose: to break free of the physical body and regain its freedom.

Therefore, sacrificing one another is of no consequence, since the loss is merely a wisp of divine thought that has been distributed.

Having obtained all the accumulation from the stone statue, Chong Er dared not linger. It transformed into numerous tiny insects and silently drifted away.

Only the stone statue remains here, suffering alone.

A moment later, Song Changming arrived here with Su Qingqing and the others.

This time, Su Qingqing sensed the Star Devouring Dragon's divine sense on the stone statue below.

"Found it!" Su Qingqing's spirits lifted, and then she looked at Song Changming.

Song Changming nodded slightly, and immediately, the three women set off at the same time.

Su Qingqing's Pink Eyes Technique has developed the ability to fix and destroy the soul; with just one glance, the Star-Devouring Dragon's divine sense within the stone statue is unable to escape.

In addition, both the young girl Huang and Heya also had their divine soul power surging.

In the past, although they were powerful in combat, they lacked knowledge of spiritual and mental techniques, which was their weakness.

Therefore, with Song Changming's deliberate guidance, the three of them also developed their own abilities to injure and destroy souls.

The girl Huang's divine soul power transformed into a firebird, while Heya's divine soul power transformed into a thunder tiger.

The firebird and the thunder tiger advanced side by side, directly plunging into the stone statue's body and beginning to tear at and devour the divine sense of the Star-Devouring Dragon. The divine sense, burned by Song Changming's soul fire and immobilized by Su Qingqing's pupil technique, was naturally unable to resist, much less escape.

In just a few breaths, it was obliterated by the four people using their spiritual abilities.

Looking at the slumped, motionless stone statue, Song Changming frowned again, showing no particular joy.

Although he destroyed the divine sense of the Star-Devouring Dragon, the stone statue had no stored flesh energy or soul power.

One possibility he could think of was that before they arrived, other Star-Devouring Dragons had transferred all the energy reserves from the statue.

He knew the importance of collecting this flesh and blood energy and soul power to the Star Devouring Dragon, as it needed this energy to break the seal.

Now, he is unsure how many Star Devouring Dragon Divine Thoughts still roam the world, let alone whether they have gathered enough flesh and blood energy and soul power, waiting for an opportunity to break the sealing array of the abyss.

"Searching all over the world for the Star Devouring Dragon's divine thoughts is ultimately too passive," Song Changming shook his head and muttered to himself.

Even though his Witch God Soul had broken through to the fourth-tier Witch King level, he still couldn't wipe out all the scattered Star Devouring Dragon God Thoughts.

He could only try his best to intervene, preventing these Star-Devouring Dragon Divine Thoughts from acting recklessly and slaughtering living beings.

To truly solve the problem once and for all, he needs to face the Star-Devouring Dragon head-on and fight it again!
Looking at the Witch King's Seal gradually taking shape on his jawbone, this cat-and-mouse game should be coming to an end.

In the past thirty years, his strength has actually increased at a much slower rate than in the previous fifty years.

After all, he had killed almost all the demon kings he could in Kyushu, and that was all the resources he had for cultivation. His dragon power had increased by about two hundred strands, and as for the essence blood of his purple mansion, he had only gained three more drops.

However, Song Changming did not focus his cultivation on Qi refining and body refining during these thirty years.

He devoted most of his energy to the refining of the Witch King's Seal.

He knew very well that once the Witch King Seal was refined, it would become a powerful new trump card for him, and a strong source of confidence for him to face the Star Devouring Dragon!
"Young master, should we still pursue them?" Su Qingqing realized that perhaps other evil spirits and malevolent thoughts had escaped, and couldn't help but ask.

"No need," Song Changming instructed the three women. "I'm going to Shuangzhou for a period of seclusion. You can continue to monitor the situation in Jiuzhou as before."

"Yes, son."

"Yes, Master."

The three women agreed.

Song Changming would occasionally go into seclusion to cultivate for a while, and they had long been used to it.

During Song Changming's absence, they will continue to act in his stead, tracking down the whereabouts of the Star Devouring Dragon's divine sense and searching for any clues he might have left behind. This is one of their main purposes for training outside.

After giving a few more instructions, Song Changming stepped into the light gate and left alone.

"Sister Qingqing, are we still going to stay in Yanzhou?" the young girl Huang asked.

When Song Changming is not around, Su Qingqing usually takes the lead among the three of them, and she and He Ya simply follow along.

"It's been so long since I've taken a bath in the lava of Yanzhou, I really miss it," the young girl Huang couldn't help but add.

Compared to Yanzhou, which is barren and desolate with rocks everywhere, she clearly prefers Yanzhou, whose attributes are more compatible with hers.

Heya had no objection to this; it didn't matter to her where she went, as long as she could complete the task assigned by Song Changming.

"Let's search Yanzhou one more time, then head to Yanzhou," Su Qingqing said with a smile as she gently stroked the fiery red head of the young girl, Huang.

She still dotes on the little bird in her home that she has watched grow up and take human form.

She would always defer to the young phoenix on matters that were neither too big nor too small.

"Yay!"

Meanwhile, Song Changming, who had returned to the far north of Shuangzhou, quickly went into seclusion.

The extremely cold energy of Frost Continent is the best cultivation energy he has found after comparing other spiritual energies, and its effects are only slightly inferior to those of the Demon King's flesh and blood.

Therefore, when he was refining the Witch King Seal, he would choose to go into seclusion here to cultivate until his spirit in the Nether Sea was exhausted and his soul was weary, before he would come out of seclusion and travel through the Nine Provinces again.

"This time, we hope to successfully refine it in one go!"

As Song Changming thought this, his vast and boundless soul power began to surge wildly.

The powerful soul energy fluctuations affected an area of ​​several miles around, causing fine cracks to appear on the ice surface.

This is the strength of a fourth-tier witch god's soul; even a little bit of residual power can cause considerable physical damage to the outside world.

This is one of the reasons why he chose to go into seclusion here.

If this were an ordinary place, without the solidity of ice, it probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the continuous destruction from his soul power. In that case, the commotion would have been far too great.

Here, Song Changming doesn't need to worry about these things.

As his soul power circulated, the witch runes on the Witch King's Seal on his jawbone became increasingly clear, and it was only a few gaps away from being perfect.

His soul power was being consumed rapidly. Despite his fourth-tier Witch God Soul, his soul power was already at an exaggeratedly high level.

However, the amount of soul power required to refine the Witch King Seal was far too enormous, far exceeding the amount of Witch Soldier Seals and Witch General Seals he had refined before.

Even someone with a fourth-tier Witch God Soul like him is quite inadequate.

If he hadn't devoted most of his mind and energy to refining this Witch King Seal, he probably wouldn't have been able to refine it even in thirty years.

He also deeply understood that a witch seal at this level could not be formed in just a few years or a dozen years.

It takes at least several decades!
His other cultivation paths were all similar; to achieve significant improvement, one needed a lot of time to hone and accumulate knowledge before finally achieving something.

With such a short timeframe, even a powerhouse of his level wouldn't see much progress.

Not far away, Yuan San stood quietly near Song Changming.

Whenever Song Changming came here to cultivate in seclusion, he would be there to protect him and prevent him from being disturbed.

His gaze also fell on Song Changming's jawbone, looking at the Witch King Seal that was almost completed. He knew very well that his own true form was finally about to be born.

He had waited too long for this day.

Once upon a time, he thought that the powerful members of his witch clan would come to his rescue.

But in the end, all he received was news of the disappearance of the witch clan.

It wasn't until tens of thousands of years later that he had the opportunity to regain his freedom.

This span of time is truly too long, so long that many of his memories have become blurred and many of his emotions are almost erased.

The sun and moon in the sky changed and alternated rapidly, but Song Changming just sat quietly, completely oblivious to the outside world.

They devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the final sprint of the ritual.

At the jawbone, the last gap on the witch's mark was also disappearing little by little until it became completely integrated, and a sense of perfection emerged.

hum!
A wisp of black smoke appeared, carried by the wind, and blew in all directions!

The next moment, the glacier collapsed, the ice surface shattered into pieces like layers of glass, and the entire far north ice region was shaken by this sudden black wind.

(End of this chapter)