Chapter 1448 Genuine and Pirated!
Boom! !
The sound of shattering sounded!
The phantom of the morning bell, which symbolized absolute defense, exploded after it had been in a stalemate with the white light for less than half a breath.
Countless dark golden fragments scattered like meteors and were completely annihilated in an instant.
The morning bell was destroyed, and Long Ming, who was connected with the mind and spirit, suffered a heavy blow again. It was unknown how much blood he vomited.
The blood gushing out of the deep pit dyed the smoke and dust above red.
He could have strengthened Morning Bell's defenses.
However, this ability can only be used once, and he has already used it on the ninth layer of the Jiuxuan Sky Curtain.
The defense of the morning bell, which has not been strengthened, is not very strong at all.
Ye Chuyun's attack was like a tide, without stopping, and he waved the Eight Treasures Fan for the third time.
If he didn't seize the opportunity to kill the other party at this time, he would be a fool.
Woo——!
Suddenly, an extremely shrill wind whistle sounded between heaven and earth.
This is not an ordinary wind, but a "soul-eroding gale" that is powerful enough to corrode the soul.
The invisible wind blade penetrated into the dusk drum without any holes.
Ye Chuyun’s next target is also very obvious.
As soon as the shadow of the animal-skin war drum appeared, the divine eclipse gale arrived.
Erosion occurs instantly.
The shadow of the dusk drum quickly dimmed, the animal skin drumhead quickly became shriveled, and the drumstick shattered into pieces in the strong wind before it even fell.
"Ah!" Long Ming groaned again, his head aching as if it were splitting apart.
Although the imitation drum did not completely fall apart, it had lost all its magic and was temporarily useless.
"There are still four more, bear with it!"
Ye Chuyun swung the fourth fan!
The lightning patterns on the Eight Treasures Fan shone, and the purple-gold divine thunder tore through the sky, aiming directly at the Sky-Splitting Halberd and the Mingwang Axe.
These two treasures had just worked together to break through the golden light shield and were about to show their power again.
Fortunately, there is a defensive magic circle blocking it, and the core crystal is not in danger for the time being.
The thunder is coming in an instant.
A direct hit!
The two treasures flew backwards with wailing sounds, temporarily unable to attack.
Inside the furnace, Ye Chuyun's face was as pale as paper, veins on his forehead were bulging, and the hand holding the Eight Treasures Fan was trembling slightly.
If the combined strength of Zulong and the other two had not been transferred into his body, he would not have been able to hold on.
Four consecutive swipes were powerful, but the pseudo-spiritual energy consumed was like releasing a floodgate.
The energy tide in the furnace has now only a thin layer left and has dried up.
"Boy, your spiritual power is almost running out." Zulong's anxious voice sounded, with deep fatigue.
Kurosawa and Moro's breath was also very weak.
In the deep pit, the smoke and dust were forcibly dispersed by a violent force!
"Oh, everything is fine, Ye Chuyun!" Long Ming's figure floated up again. At this moment, he looked extremely miserable.
The armor had already been completely shattered, turning into countless scattered metal fragments.
His body was covered with deep wounds that revealed the bones, and blood was flowing like a stream. In some of the wounds, one could even see the broken bones inside.
The wound on the head caused by the bite was even more horrifying.
At this moment, Long Ming's aura fell to an unprecedented low.
On the image of the Destiny Orb, his "blood bar" has fallen below the dangerous red line of 30% and is still slowly decreasing.
However, the madness in his eyes burned brighter than ever.
That is the extreme madness of a gambler who wants to gamble again after losing everything.
“Authentic, this is absolutely authentic!!!”
"I knew that the Eight-Part Pagoda we refined always felt like it was missing something."
"Now I see it clearly."
"What you are displaying is the true power of the Eight-Division Buddha!" Long Ming fell into frenzy.
"Unfortunately, you don't have the ability to continuously activate it, so you still can't kill me!!"
"I don't have much time left to live anyway, so if that's the case..."
He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the person opposite him, and a determined and fierce look flashed in his eyes!
"I will offer my body as a sacrifice to the Eight Divisions of Buddha!"
Long Ming didn't know what he had done. What flowed out of the wounds all over his body was no longer ordinary blood, but blood essence that exuded a rich aura of origin!
This is almost equivalent to burning your own life.
In this battlefield, you can be resurrected after death, but you can never get your life back once it’s gone.
These essences and blood were pulled by invisible forces and transformed into dozens of golden blood streams, which were madly injected into the phantom of the Eight-Part Furnace in front of him.
He wanted to use himself as fuel energy in the Eight Furnaces to convert more spiritual power.
This kind of spiritual power, in terms of quality and quantity, far exceeds the quality of spiritual power that ordinary spiritual-level masters can exert.
If the quality and level of the spiritual power stored by a spiritual master is "1", then the quality and level of the spiritual power refined by the Eight-Part Furnace is "5"!!!
"Ancestor!!" Long Yuan, who was watching the battle from a distance, saw this scene and let out a heart-wrenching cry.
He understood that this was Long Ming burning the last of his essence, which was his lifespan.
Just to gain the strength for one last fight.
Infused with the essence and blood of a powerful spiritual being, the "pirated" Eight-Part Furnace immediately burst into a dazzling bloody light.
A huge red vortex continued to spin inside the furnace.
The Destiny Ball spun rapidly above Long Ming's head, and the light and shadow inside the ball distorted, instantly locking onto the furnace space where Ye Chuyun was, reflecting the blurry figures of everyone in it and the energy that was about to run out.
"Hehe, it seems that you are almost reaching your limit." A gleam of light flashed in Long Ming's eyes, and he showed a smug smile.
The opponent's breath has gradually weakened, and he has just begun!
If this were turn-based.
Then Ye Chuyun’s turn is over!
Now, it's my turn!!!
Huge streams of spiritual power surged out of the furnace and returned to Long Ming's body.
"Huh!!" Long Ming closed his eyes in enjoyment, silently feeling this tremendous power.
How long has it been since I felt such a powerful feeling?
"Hahaha, power, this is the power I should have!!"
Long Ming opened his arms and hovered in the center of the scarlet vortex.
He was bathed in the majestic spiritual power.
All of this was spiritual power refined from his own essence and blood, madly pouring into his broken body.
I saw that the wounds all over his body, which were deep enough to see the bones, were recovering rapidly with the infusion of spiritual power.
In just a few breaths, his body, which seemed to be on the verge of falling apart at any moment, recovered almost completely at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although there were still scars crisscrossing his body, the aura of decay and death had disappeared.
Instead, there was a violent aura that was even more powerful than at its peak.
"Not enough, far from enough!" Long Ming suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was in a panic.
"How can this little bit of power be worthy of the price I paid with my life?"
"I want to be stronger, and my Buddha must also be stronger!"
He flung his arms out to his sides and roared.
"With my blood and essence as my guide, the Eight-Division Buddha will continue to sublimate me!!"
