Chapter 245 Condensing Evil
This malevolent energy can actually corrode the flesh?
Chen Mo had just taken a breath when he felt a burning pain in his nasal cavity.
He immediately held his breath and held it.
But it was too late.
The tiny wisp of malevolent energy I inhaled had already left a mark on my respiratory tract, causing a burning pain.
He dared not delay any longer, and activated his magic power. The eight bone spears lifted his body off the ground, and he slowly crawled toward the dragon corpse in the center.
It was a bit faster than walking, but far from easy.
The dragon's might was as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on the bone spear, causing it to creak and groan, and requiring immense effort to advance with each step.
After crawling out only a few steps, the ghost skin on his body quickly rotted away under the erosion of the Yin energy.
At first, there were just a few tiny white dots, but in the blink of an eye, they merged into one patch, and the surface of the ghost skin began to crack and peel off, becoming pitted and riddled with holes.
Before long, Ghost Skin could no longer hold on.
Large chunks of grayish-white skin peeled off his body, revealing bright red muscle underneath.
The blood vessels crisscross, and because they lack the protection of the skin, they are directly exposed to the corrosive and malevolent air.
The excruciating pain surged forth like a tidal wave.
Chen Mo's forehead veins bulged, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, but he didn't stop.
The bone spears thrust forward alternately, piercing the ground with a series of clicks, dragging the body forward.
can't stop.
Stopping means death.
Fine corrosion marks began to appear on the bright red muscle surface, revealing tiny pits the size of pinheads.
The malevolent energy seeped into the gaps between the muscle fibers, bringing waves of excruciating pain.
But at that moment, Chen Mo felt another force surging within his body.
Divine transformation.
The divine molt that had merged into his body displayed astonishing regenerative abilities at this moment.
As soon as the corroded muscle tissue is damaged, new granulation tissue grows at a visible rate to fill the void left by the corrosion.
The bright red muscle is constantly being corroded and then regenerated.
Corrosion, regeneration, and a terrifying cycle have formed.
The intense pain nearly made him faint.
But pain means you're still alive.
Chen Mo gritted his teeth, and the frequency of the bone spear piercing the ground increased even more.
The ground at the bottom of the valley was covered with black gravel, and each piercing of the bone spear left a deep hole.
The closer you get to the dragon's corpse, the stronger the malevolent aura becomes.
The Painted Skin Ghost Skin was completely destroyed. Large chunks of grayish-white debris clung to his body, mixed with bright red muscle, making him look like a demon that had just crawled out of a pool of blood.
Chen Mo looked down at the back of his hand.
There's no skin left there.
The muscle fibers were clearly visible, like an anatomical specimen from a biology class in my past life.
The muscles at the finger joints are thin, and you can even see the white tendons underneath wriggling.
But he couldn't care less about that at that moment.
The bone spear continued to thrust forward, dragging the body forward.
When they were still thirty feet away from the dragon's corpse, the purplish-black mist in the air had become so thick that it was visible to the naked eye.
These mists, like living things, clung to Chen Mo's limbs and torso, eroding deeper and deeper from the surface of every exposed muscle.
The speed at which the divine transformation is recovering is gradually being caught up by the speed at which the evil energy is corroding it.
Chen Mo could feel that the rate of muscle regeneration was starting to slow down.
It's not that the divine transformation is failing, but rather that the malevolent energy is too strong, and the corrosion is deepening, having already penetrated from the surface muscles into the deep fascia.
But he didn't stop.
The bone spear pierced the ground, was pulled out, and then pierced again.
Twenty zhang...
Fifteen feet....
Ten zhang...
Just when he was about to give up, he finally reached the broken part of the dragon corpse.
The broken spine was just ten feet away, and the purplish-black mist was gushing out from the fracture surface, spreading continuously in all directions.
At the very center of the fracture surface, there is a palm-sized area where the fog is a completely different color from the rest of the area.
It's not purplish-black.
It is pure black.
It was so black it seemed to devour all light.
Looking from a distance, it's impossible to see what's inside.
Even their divine senses were blocked by the malevolent energy and could not penetrate it.
Dragon Heart?
Chen Mo stared at the black area, his pupils dilating slightly.
He gritted his teeth, thrust the bone spear into the ground one last time, dragged his body to the bottom of the fracture, gathered the bone spear, and collapsed to the ground.
The moment he sat down cross-legged, the surrounding purplish-black mist seemed to be drawn towards him, slowly converging on him.
Chen Mo looked down at his body.
Large areas of the muscle tissue exposed to the malevolent energy have died, the fascia has been eroded and riddled with holes, and in some places the white bones underneath have been exposed.
Red muscle, white fascia, dark red blood—various colors mixed together, no longer recognizable.
He could no longer feel pain.
The pain was so intense that my nerves went numb.
Consciousness began to fade.
Chen Mo wanted to move, but his body wouldn't obey him.
He could only sit there, watching helplessly as his consciousness slowly sank into darkness...
The blood moon hung in the sky, silently watching this scene.
In the valley, a body riddled with decay lay beneath the skeleton of a black dragon, its crimson muscles slowly regenerating and healing amidst the purplish-black mist.
Eight bone spears lay scattered around him, slowly retracting into his body.
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Linhe County.
The funeral street was shrouded in a thin layer of mist in the early morning, and the whole street had not yet fully woken up from its slumber.
Most of the funeral clothing shops, paper craft shops, and coffin shops on both sides of the street were closed, with only a few opening halfway, revealing dim yellow lights inside.
Widow Li's funeral clothes shop was located in the middle of the street. The shop was small and the storefront was old.
She was standing at the doorway, sweeping the fallen leaves in front of it with a broom.
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the bluestone road.
A dozen or so men poured in from the street corner, all dressed in short-sleeved shirts, with bulging bags hanging from their waists.
The leader was a man in his forties with triangular eyes and a droopy mouth; he was clearly not a good guy.
Widow Li looked up and her face changed the moment she saw the group of people.
She's lived on this street for over twenty years; what kind of people hasn't she seen?
Although the group hadn't said a word yet, their demeanor clearly indicated they were there to cause trouble.
She didn't even have time to put down the broom before turning around and rushing towards the door.
"Hey, why are you running?"
Two thugs had already blocked her way, standing on either side of the entrance to the funeral shop, grinning at her.
Widow Li was caught off guard, unable to retreat or advance, her hand gripping the broom, her body trembling slightly.
"What...what do you want to do?"
The man with the triangular eyes walked up to her, looked her up and down, and then his gaze slowly slid from her panicked face to the dilapidated shop.
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"You're Widow Li?"
Widow Li did not dare to answer.
Without waiting for her reply, the man with the triangular eyes pulled a crumpled newspaper from his sleeve and slapped it down at her feet.
The newspaper was the Jinshi Ta Kung Pao, and there was an article in it with the title circled in red. The gist of it was that it condemned the leader of the Jinshi Green Gang for bullying and monopolizing the market and disregarding human life.
The article is signed by Li Siqing.
It was the name of Widow Li's daughter.
"Did you see that clearly?"
The man with the triangular eyes picked up the newspaper and patted it on Widow Li's face. "Your daughter is cursing our leader in the newspaper, she's really enjoying it."
"What, after studying at a Western-style school in Tianjin for a few years, you've become so arrogant?"
Widow Li's lips trembled, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "That...that was because the child was ignorant, please be magnanimous, gentlemen..."
"Be magnanimous?" The man with the triangular eyes stood up, glanced back at the thugs behind him, and sneered, "Did you hear that? She told us to be magnanimous."
The thugs burst into laughter, which carried far through the early morning streets.
After laughing enough, the man with the triangular eyes turned serious, his eyes flashing with cold light. "The higher-ups originally sent us to warn you and tell your daughter to shut up."
"But I thought about it, and I'm afraid this woman won't remember just because I give her a warning."
The thugs behind him nodded in agreement, chattering in unison.
"Brother Ma is right. If you just talk the talk, people will still criticize you later."
"We need to teach her a lesson she won't forget."
"Break one of her legs, and let's see if her daughter dares to write nonsense again."
He raised his hand and pressed it down, then tilted his head to look at Widow Li.
"Widow Li, you're having a bad day. It's not that I want to cause trouble for you, it's just that your daughter is so insensible."
"Hey guys, leave her something to remember you by. Don't kill her, just break one leg, that'll teach her a lesson."
No sooner had he finished speaking than two thugs pounced on him.
Widow Li screamed and turned to run, but was pulled back by a thug who grabbed her by the hair.
She fell to the ground, and the broom flew far away.
Before she could even get up, an iron ruler was already raised high and smashed down on her calf.
"stop!"
A loud shout came from next door.
Chen Dachuan rushed out of the Du'e Zhai, wearing a pair of cloth shoes and with messy hair, clearly having just gotten out of bed.
"What are you doing!"
The man with the triangular eyes narrowed his eyes and sized up the fool who was oblivious to his own mortality.
Who are you?
"I'm her next-door neighbor!"
Chen Dachuan shielded Widow Li behind him, saying, "Can't we talk this out? So many of you are bullying a widow; aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"
The commotion on the street grew louder, and neighbors came out of their houses one after another.
Seeing this, everyone shrank back, but seeing Chen Dachuan standing alone in front, they gritted their teeth and stepped forward.
"That's right, let's talk this out."
"Sister Li has it tough all by herself, please be kind enough to help."
"We're all neighbors, let's try to mediate and prevent violence..."
Seven or eight people surrounded them, offering their conciliatory words in an attempt to calm things down.
The man with triangular eyes coldly observed the group, a slow smile curving his lips.
"Are you done talking?"
He took a step back and waved.
"Give him a beating."
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Inside the dragon corpse pit, Chen Mo opened his eyes only when the blood moon rose to mid-sky again.
The blood moon's light spilled into the valley, dyeing the entire land a murky dark red.
"I'm not dead?"
Sure enough, the malevolent energy at the dragon's heart position, though dense to the point of being almost tangible, was surprisingly mild.
I wasn't wrong.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and looked down at his body.
Most of his injuries have healed.
The corroded, pitted muscles have regrowed, with bright red muscle fibers covered by newly formed pale pink tissue.
In most areas, a thin layer of new skin has grown, so thin that the blood vessels underneath can be seen.
Chen Mo tried to take a deep breath.
The burning sensation in my respiratory tract has disappeared, and the stinging pain in my lungs has also lessened considerably.
Although I can still feel some discomfort when breathing, at least it no longer feels like someone is stabbing me with a knife.
He slowly propped himself up and sat up.
The scabs and necrotic tissue on his body fell off with each movement, revealing the new skin underneath.
The clothes he was wearing were long gone, and now only some tattered strips of cloth were left hanging on his body, barely covering his vital parts.
The dragon's heart was just ten feet away from him, and pure black mist slowly emanated from the center of the fracture.
Chen Mo stared at the black mist, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
Having survived countless near-death experiences to get here, I hope the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha won't disappoint me.
He got up, stretched his fingers, and slowly walked to the front of the dragon heart.
This dragon heart is not shaped like a heart.
Instead, it was a black sphere the size of a fist.
The sphere's surface is as smooth as a mirror, without a single texture, yet it can absorb all the light that falls upon it.
"Dragon Balls? Or Dragon Essence?"
Chen Mo stared at it for a moment, then felt his gaze being drawn in.
"Never mind, let's break through first."
He sat cross-legged below the fracture surface, no more than ten feet away from the black sphere.
I sat there for almost half an hour.
The blood moon moved slowly across the sky, its dark red glow shifting from the eastern side of the valley to the center.
When he opened his eyes again, the injuries inside his body had basically healed.
He took out a spare set of clothes from his storage space and put them on, then took out the calming pill from the corner.
This pill is only the size of a thumb, and its entire body is light gold with a fine, flowing luster on its surface.
Chen Mo placed the calming pill in his palm, took one last look at the black sphere, and then put the pill into his mouth.
The moment the pill entered the stomach, a cool sensation rose from the dantian and spread along the meridians to the limbs and bones.
The coolness was not intense, but it was very long-lasting, and wherever it passed, it brought a sense of peace to the mind.
He could feel that his consciousness had become clearer and sharper, and everything around him had become more real.
After the effects of the calming pill had fully spread throughout his body, Chen Mo closed his eyes and slowly began to circulate the "Taiyin Suixing Chapter".
He had long since mastered the circulation route of the cultivation technique, and his magical power flowed slowly along specific meridians, forming one cycle after another within his body.
After circulating the energy for three major cycles, Chen Mo carefully introduced a tiny wisp of black dragon energy into his body.
The malevolent energy slowly traveled along the meridians, and wherever it passed, even the walls of the meridians condensed into a layer of fine ice crystals.
The ice crystals were as sharp as knives, slicing through the inner walls of the meridians.
As the excruciating pain struck, Chen Mo's brows furrowed tightly, but his mind remained unusually clear.
The effects of the calming pill circulated throughout the body, firmly isolating the thought that wanted to erode one's mind.
He dared not be distracted and focused all his energy on activating the "Taiyin Evil Formation Chapter" technique, guiding the wisp of evil energy to slowly merge with his own Taiyin power.
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