Chapter 69: Word Spirit

Furthermore, the creatures here all had the function of automatic rebirth; could the Black Flood Dragon, as an artifact spirit, not have it? As if responding to his doubt, smoke erupted from the Black Flood Dragon's head, and soon a complete lower jaw grew out. The parts that had been sliced off and fallen to the ground also turned into black water, rolling back to the tail to become one again.

No matter what, this was the Black Flood Dragon's home turf, and the laws were most favorable to it.

Needless to say, the two were in another round of life-and-death struggle. The Black Flood Dragon desperately wanted to swallow Nian Songyu, while the latter was unrestrained, even more fierce and violent than before.

The most astonishing thing was that the cyan light emanating from his body was exceptionally bright, indicating that his utilization of the Universe coins had reached its peak.

It could be seen that the suppression of the illusion world on Nian Songyu had actually disappeared.

After the white light possessed him, Nian Songyu was like a cheater, smashing the Black Flood Dragon to pieces twice in succession. Fortunately, the latter could recover rapidly, fighting extremely tenaciously. The surrounding demonic apes and sand leopards that attacked were also swept away, shattered to pieces.

This was very eerie. Logically speaking, the price of using the power of the primordial era was very high; after holding on for those dozens of seconds, Nian Songyu should have been physically weak, short of breath, with dark circles under his eyes and unstable footing. Although he wouldn't need to lean against a wall to walk, he certainly couldn't have fought thirty rounds with He Lingchuan.

Now Nian Songyu was suddenly "blooming twice," and even more vigorous than the first time; that must be the work of the possessing white light. He Lingchuan felt no envy for this; there was no such thing as free strength in the world. Nian Songyu was forcibly boosting himself halfway through, likely at the cost of damaging his tendons and bones and squeezing his essence blood to push his body to the limit. He feared he would be left with terrible sequelae afterward.

Clearly, neither side in the battle cared about this.

Another round of fighting.

"Too weak! Is this all the ability you have?" Nian Songyu pointed his blade tip at the ground, "Making me run this trip for nothing, it's not worth it."

He Lingchuan could tell that its tone was genuinely disappointed, and his heart stirred.

He didn't know how complicated the process of inviting a god was, but there had only been three successful Divine Descents in history; adding this one, it was only four. It must be very difficult.

Disappointment meant that the effort and the harvest were not proportional. So what was this thing disappointed about? Weren't artifact spirits better the weaker they were? That would make it easier for them to collect the Great Fang Hu.

The Black Flood Dragon didn't get angry, laughing out loud: "I can keep fighting for three or five years, can you?"

This time it was sliced into three pieces, but its body was also recovering rapidly; at most twenty breaths and it would be as good as new. The remaining demonic apes that had been cleared out also re-aggregated, soon to launch an offensive again.

Lasting stability was the true path. So what if the opponent was fierce? The borrowed body was tattered, the foundation was too poor, and time and victory would ultimately stand on the Black Flood Dragon's side.

Nian Songyu didn't say much, bit his fingertip, and drew three runes out of thin air.

The blood flowed out and congealed in mid-air, turning the runes into blood characters.

He started with fast movements, but the further he went, the more sluggish he became, as if these few strokes weighed more than a thousand jun. It wasn't until the Black Flood Dragon had reorganized and rushed up again that he barely managed to finish the last few strokes.

Afterward, he shouted three times.

Each sound used a different syllable, and the tone was also very strange, but it immediately drove each blood character to turn into red light and rush toward the Black Flood Dragon.

After the three shouts, three blood-red chains appeared on the Black Flood Dragon! These chains were phantoms and looked like they had no physical form, but the Black Flood Dragon was actually pressed to the ground with a bang, as if carrying three mountains on its back.

Every step it took forward was exceptionally arduous, requiring three to five times the effort.

The people on the city wall changed color. On its own home turf, how could the Black Flood Dragon be suppressed to this extent? Was this the "Heavenly God" Sun Fuping had spent so much effort to invite? Truly fierce.

"This is the Word Spirit Technique I imitated, corresponding to the three effects of sinking, stagnation, and fatigue. Even your rebirth will slow down." So, creatures struck by the Word Spirit Technique would be slow in action, heavy in body, and weak in combat power. Nian Songyu smiled, "Strange, can you not undo it?"

The Black Flood Dragon looked at him silently, firmly and slowly crawling toward him.

"If you cannot undo it—" There was light in Nian Songyu's eyes, and even his voice was full of excitement, "Then you are not the true master of this world!"

He Lingchuan frowned. Even the master of this illusion world couldn't do whatever they wanted, right? Otherwise, they would just point a finger and crush the enemy to death; why bother entangling with them until now? But this Heavenly God invited here clearly had hidden meaning in his words, and his expression was so excited, as if he had hit the jackpot.

Thinking of the price of the God-Inviting Technique, thinking of He Chunhua, He Lingchuan suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

This pain seemed to be deeply planted in the depths of the original body's memory.

Since the Divine Descent had appeared, then He Chunhua was nine-tenths likely dead, right?

He Lingchuan hurriedly turned his thoughts elsewhere. The dead cannot return to life; the most important thing was what he should do next.

After being "face-hugged" by the white light, he always felt a splitting headache and a muddled mind, wishing he could lie down and sleep for three days. Associating it with the bizarre experience just now, he knew he must have suffered damage. Not to mention anything else, the sand leopard transformed from the shadow had almost gutted him.

After waking up, he had touched his chest and abdomen; apart from the internal injuries caused by the rolling stone, his skin was intact.

So, the injury was in his brain? He Lingchuan tried hard to ignore the discomfort in his heart and brain, calming his mind.

Those two rounds of crossbow artillery had completely shattered his relationship with Sun and Nian; he could only help the Black Flood Dragon deal with his own State Preceptor.

But would the Black Flood Dragon necessarily keep its word?

After finishing off Sun and Nian, would the Black Flood Dragon swallow them along the way? After all, the Black Flood Dragon guarded the Great Fang Hu, and they were also invaders, not fundamentally different from Sun and Nian.

At this time, everyone on the city wall was grabbing the battlements and looking down, having no time to worry about anything else. He Lingchuan's eyeballs rolled, and suddenly a peculiar thought popped out.

It seemed a bit feasible, why not give it a try? ……

Struck by the Word Spirit Curse, the Black Flood Dragon's offensive was greatly discounted. If it had been as agile as a swimming dragon before, now it was as slow as a snail.

Let alone Nian Songyu, even Ceng Feixiong could roll up his sleeves and go up to tangle for a few rounds.

Nian Songyu stabbed his long blade into the Black Flood Dragon's head and once again wrote in blood out of thin air.

This time there was also only one character. Nian Songyu wrote it even more arduously, his fingertips even trembling, difficult to continue.

If not for the Black Flood Dragon's movements being limited, he would have been unable to complete this task at all.

Nian Songyu's face turned red and then white. He finally finished writing and shouted it out, immediately vomiting a mouthful of black blood.

There were chunks of flesh in the blood; those were fragments of organs he had vomited out.

But the effect of this Word Spirit Curse on the Black Flood Dragon was better than all the previous ones:

The area struck by the blade began to frost over, spreading downward from the head.

Wherever the white frost spread, the movements of that part of the Black Flood Dragon stopped completely.

Clearly, Nian Songyu had finally thought of a way to deal with the Black Flood Dragon, which was to freeze it completely, saving the trouble of having to deal with the opponent's repeated rebirth after being smashed.

The only drawback was that he had to chant auxiliary incantations to continue this process.

Clearly, the Word Spirit Curse was not so easy to use either.

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