Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Hu Qing recalled all the details of the previous melee and finally figured out which sword it was.

It should be the purple-black sword in the emperor's hand. After the emperor was struck to death by thunder, the sword also disappeared.

He had searched for it secretly once, as this kind of treasure would be safe only in his hands, but he searched the entire area but couldn't find it.

It seems that this sword has intelligence and can even know how to escape. The dragon must have the emperor's blood and essence, which makes the sword mistakenly think that the dragon is also its master, and then fly back to find the dragon.

The dragon should have been affected by the explosion at that time and was transforming into an egg to heal his wounds, but then the sword flew over and the two merged.

Combined with the spontaneous combustion just now, this makes it more closely connected with the sword, and will eventually evolve into the Dark Ancient Sword Dragon.

Xiao Qian was about to say something when he suddenly looked at the top of the mountain with a serious expression, "The battle is over."

Hu Qing looked over there as if he sensed something, but all he could see was fallen trees, leaving a large empty area. However, the previous battle fluctuations had also stopped.

"Let's go, it's our turn to perform!"

Xiao Qian waved his hand, and the spiritual energy around him quickly gathered on the two of them, healing all their injuries, and their conditions were almost recovered.

"Senior, what is this move called? Is it easy to learn?"

Hu Qing looked at the abundant spiritual power in his body and stared at Xiao Qian with curiosity. If he learned this trick, his future battles would become a perpetual motion machine.

Imagine that the enemy has finally exhausted your spiritual power, and you wave your hand, and all the surrounding spiritual energy returns to your dantian, replenishing your status. How desperate the enemy must be at this time.

"What are you thinking about? This is the application of space. If you want to master this, you should first reach the Mahayana stage!"

Xiao Qian tapped Hu Qing's forehead lightly with his hand. You can't take shortcuts in this kind of thing.

Hu Qing then realized that it was space. He took two steps forward and felt suffocated. The air and spiritual energy here disappeared, and there were crystal clear cutting lines all around.

"Don't touch it, it might hurt."

Hu Qing retracted his eager hand and walked back to Xiao Qian. He had just seen a fly fly by and was cut in half. It would be safer to follow behind him.

"Then let's go. I think he's going to activate the ancient blood-sucking formation. I don't know where he learned this crooked trick from."

"Oh...oh, okay, I'll be right there."

Hu Qing looked at Xiao Qian's back, pinched his shoulders with both hands, and prepared to get into his body through the position of the formation.

Xiao Qian felt something stirring in his body, so he grabbed Hu Qing's wrist with one hand, pulled him forward with force, and threw him hard on his back.

"Get lost! I've always been the only one who can enter other people's bodies, and you still want to enter mine?" Xiao Qian cursed, looking at Hu Qing who was screaming "Ouch, ouch", and explained:

"That Fang Ming is just a statue, he has no physical body, so he lets you in to control him. I'm a little golden body, I'm not dead, what are you doing here? Are you looking for a beating?"

Hu Qing rubbed his broken wrist and said aggrievedly, "You said let's go, I thought you were going to enter the body, but I don't have a small golden body, how would I know?"

Xiao Qianbai glanced at Hu Qing without saying much. He took him to the front of the formation point, then released his spiritual sense and stared at the top of the mountain.

"We just need to wait for him to activate the formation, and then destroy this formation point."

"Why, can't you just destroy this?"

Hu Qing was a little puzzled. This could obviously be cracked directly, and then he could just go up and kill Fang Ming. Why did he have to take so many detours?

"This ancient blood-sucking formation will first absorb the monsters on the mountaintop. He just killed a six-handed macaque. That creature was ferocious and its blood and flesh contained sufficient energy, enough to heal your friend's meridians and strengthen his physical strength. Why not do it?"

Hu Qing felt warm in his heart when he listened to Xiao Qian's explanation. He didn't expect that he would have such considerations. This was indeed worth his wait.

The two of them sat down next to the formation point and waited for the formation to start.

Sunset on the top of Mount Everest.

Fang Ming was panting as he held onto the tree trunk. His body was covered in blood, his limbs were all broken, and he felt dizzy from the excessive consumption of his spiritual energy.

The six-handed macaque was lying next to him, with a huge bloody hole on its head and a mixture of brain matter and blood flowing all over the ground. It had lost its life.

The surrounding monsters felt the passing of their king, and their wails rose one after another, echoing in the valley like a sad elegy.

These usually ferocious creatures now revealed their vulnerable side.

The wind seemed to have sensed the sadness. It no longer brushed past the treetops as usual, but instead blew with a biting chill, lifting up the fallen leaves on the ground and making a rustling sound, as if it was accompanying this silent funeral.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds and fell onto the six-handed macaque, coating its remains with a layer of golden glow, as if it were the final farewell between heaven and earth.

"Stop making so much noise! I'll kill you all later. I'm really coveting the flesh and blood of this six-handed macaque."

Fang Ming spat on the ground. The wailing around him made him a little irritated.

Instigated by someone unknown, the monsters started a riot and ran to the top of the mountain, trying to tear the murderer to pieces.

Fang Ming's consciousness also sensed that he was not in good condition now, and those monsters might really take his life. Thinking of this, he did not linger any longer.

He flew into the air, found the center of the formation, cut his wrist, blood dripped down, formed seals with his hands, and began to activate the ancient blood-sucking formation.

As Fang Ming's gestures became faster and faster, the air on the top of the mountain began to tremble, and an invisible force gathered from all directions, forming a huge blood-red vortex.

Every rune on the formation began to glow with scarlet light, as if it had life, greedily absorbing everything around it.

At the foot of the mountain, the originally calm earth suddenly shook, and cracks spread like a spider web.

Each crack is a point of the formation, and they are connected to the central formation eye, forming a perfect cycle.

"The formation has begun. I have to keep an eye on his progress. Be careful not to fall."

Xiao Qian looked at Fang Ming in the sky solemnly, observing his situation, leaving Hu Qing dodging on the side.

These array points are not only connected, they are also constantly absorbing the power of the earth, transforming all vitality into blood-colored energy.

The corpse of the six-handed macaque on the top of the mountain was also slowly disappearing at this moment, and even the crystal core in its body was no exception. It gradually transformed into a thick blood-colored energy ball, slowly flew into Fang Ming's body, and was absorbed by him.

Under the effect of the formation, the monsters in the mountains felt unprecedented fear.

Their bodies were suppressed by an invisible force, unable to move, and they could only watch helplessly as their flesh and blood energy was stripped away bit by bit.

These energies rose slowly like wisps of blood-colored smoke, and finally gathered in Fang Ming's body.