Nine Yang Life and Death Transformation

The master was enveloped in an indestructible golden light, protecting Wu Feilong firmly behind him as if he possessed an indestructible body. In an instant, countless invisible needles fell to the ground like raindrops, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, the master chanted incantations, and a mysterious and ancient spell emanated from his mouth. Accompanying these chants, the eighteen prayer beads on his wrist suddenly rose into the air, radiating dazzling golden light. These beads, as if possessing life, rapidly began to rotate around the men in black, forming an impenetrable circle.

Immediately afterwards, the prayer beads connected with each other, like incredibly strong ropes, tightly binding the group of men in black, making it difficult for them to break free.

Seeing this, Wu Feilong, hiding behind the master, was overjoyed. Without hesitation, he raised his repeating crossbow and unleashed a barrage of fire at the man in black. The crossbow whistled continuously as sharp arrows shot out like lightning. In the blink of an eye, the quiver was empty, but the man in black was now riddled with arrows, looking like a porcupine.

However, Wu Feilong didn't seem to give up so easily. As the saying goes, "Strike while the iron is hot," and remembering how the man in black had almost killed him, his anger still burned fiercely. So, he quickly stepped forward, bent down to pick up a sword from the ground, and then swung it sharply, thrusting it straight at one of the men in black.

With a soft "thud," the sword pierced the black-clad man's chest. The man stared wide-eyed at Wu Feilong, gritting his teeth as he said, "Little brat, I never expected you to be so ruthless at such a young age!"

"Hmph! I bet you're no better!" Wu Feilong's eyes widened in anger, completely unfazed by the black-clad man's accusations. He pushed the hilt of his sword again, and plunged the other two swords into the black-clad man's body in quick succession.

At this moment, blood splattered from the black-clad man's chest, gushing out like a spring. Before long, his body gradually ceased its struggles, and he could no longer move an inch.

As a modern man, Wu Feilong knew the importance of "finishing off" the enemy. He cautiously stepped forward and reached out to tear off the mask of the man in black. When he saw the unfamiliar and ferocious face, he did not hesitate at all. He immediately took out a bottle of aqua regia that he had carefully prepared and poured it on the man in black's head.

As a pungent odor filled the air, a chilling scene unfolded—the head of the man in black began to melt instantly upon contact with aqua regia, and in no time, only a pool of blood and a few pieces of bone remained.

The highly respected and skilled master was now deathly pale, his body swaying precariously. Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he coughed up a mouthful of crimson blood! The blood traced a horrifying arc in the air before splashing onto the ground like blooming crimson flowers. Along with this expulsion of blood, the prayer beads he had been clutching shattered like pearls from a broken string, scattering across the ground with a crackling sound.

Just moments ago, to protect Wu Feilong from harm, the master stepped forward and used his own body to withstand the attack of several invisible needles. These invisible needles were not only extremely fast, making them difficult to detect, but also contained extremely potent poison.

"Master, what... what happened to you?" Wu Feilong looked at the suddenly injured master in front of him with a face full of fear and concern, his voice trembling with extreme tension and worry.

The master, enduring excruciating pain, slightly raised his head, his gaze focusing with difficulty on Wu Feilong. He had originally intended to entrust the invaluable Dark Pill to Wu Feilong for safekeeping, but upon seeing the child before him, a sense of worry welled up within him—at such a young age, he feared even the ability to protect himself was questionable. Therefore, without hesitation, the master opened the box containing the Dark Pill, carefully retrieved it, and presented it to Wu Feilong, saying in a weak yet firm tone, "Child, eat it."

Looking at the jet-black pill in the master's hand, radiating a mysterious aura, Wu Feilong felt a surge of resistance. Although he had overheard part of the master's conversation, the distance and the complexity of the content had made it unclear and indistinct. However, when he thought of how the master had gone to such lengths to save him, the gratitude deep within Wu Feilong instantly overwhelmed him. Without hesitation, he reached out and snatched the dark pill, then unhesitatingly popped it into his mouth.

Almost the instant the dark pill entered his stomach, Wu Feilong immediately felt an unprecedentedly powerful force surging within his body. This force, like a raging torrent, rapidly spread throughout his limbs and bones, causing him to tremble involuntarily. At the same time, his eyes gradually turned blood red, as if burning with two raging flames; and his body felt as if it were placed in a furnace, becoming increasingly unbearably hot.

"Master, what exactly are you trying to do?" Wu Feilong looked at the master in front of him with a face full of astonishment, his voice trembling slightly with fear.

The master's expression was solemn. His deep, unfathomable eyes were fixed on the front, and he uttered softly, "Don't move!" Before the words were even finished, the master bit his finger without hesitation. In an instant, a dazzling stream of golden blood flowed from the wound, like a nimble golden snake winding and swimming in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the master used his fingers as a brush, swiftly outlining a mysterious and complex sealing pattern on his body with the golden blood. With each stroke, a powerful surge of true energy flowed into it, and the entire sealing pattern gradually emitted a dazzling light.

As the final stroke was completed, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth, and a giant swastika shone in mid-air, like a golden sun hanging high in the sky. However, at that moment, a violent fluctuation suddenly emanated from the master's body, as if two powerful forces were fiercely battling each other.

One of the dark forces was exceptionally fierce, like a raging beast, relentlessly assaulting the master's meridians and dantian. Despite the master's best efforts to suppress it, the dark dantian power was simply too strong. Gradually, large beads of sweat appeared on the master's forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Now I will impart to you the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sutra. You must recite it silently ten times a day and try to understand its true meaning with your heart." The master said with difficulty, enduring the pain.

After he finished speaking, countless dense scriptures flooded into Wu Feilong's mind like a tide: "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..." These scriptures were like rays of spiritual light, flickering in Wu Feilong's sea of ​​consciousness.

Just as Wu Feilong was immersed in the world of the scriptures, he saw the master suddenly raise his right hand and plunge it into his own abdomen without hesitation. With a muffled groan, the master slowly withdrew his hand, revealing a glittering golden inner core in his palm.

The inner core was crystal clear, radiating a powerful aura that sent chills down one's spine. The master took a deep breath, then threw it forcefully, accurately embedding the inner core into the swastika seal.

"Master, why are you doing this?" Wu Feilong's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. He never imagined that this dignified Golden Core stage master would not only be poisoned while saving him, but would also sacrifice his precious Golden Core to seal that terrifying Dark Core.