Chapter 345: Shadow Fusion Secret Technique

The Jin Gang Sect Ancestor was very nervous. While feeling distressed in his heart, he noticed that in the gaze Xu Qing directed toward the vortex where the little shadow was, there was a trace of anticipation.

In the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor's memory, it seemed Xu Qing had never looked at him with such an expression.

All of this caused the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor's mind to struggle intensely.

Finally, lightning appeared in his eyes. It seemed that after forcing himself to the limit, his entire being went mad, determined to give it a try.

Thus, he looked fiercely at Xu Qing.

"Master, please give those mirrors to me."

Although the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor's words were transmitted via divine sense, Xu Qing clearly perceived the determination and madness permeating within them.

Thus, he glanced at the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor and, with a wave of his hand, all the mirrors of various sizes he had obtained from the Youjing Spirit Venerable flew out.

The Jin Gang Sect Ancestor did not say a word; he controlled the black iron skewer to fly straight toward those mirrors. In an instant, it pierced through one, and upon a single inhalation, screams faintly emanated from the shattered mirror, as if an artifact spirit had been devoured by the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor.

As for this so-called artifact spirit, Xu Qing had inspected it; it was not complete and could only be considered some consciousness, still far too distant from truly becoming an artifact spirit.

Following that was the second, the third, the fourth... In the blink of an eye, the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor had devoured seventy percent of the mirror consciousnesses. Lightning permeated his surroundings, his entire being appearing as if it were about to assimilate with the lightning, and roars erupted from his mouth.

This scene made Xu Qing somewhat surprised; he felt that the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor was indeed risking his life.

In reality, this was already the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor's limit; it was difficult for him to devour more, and regarding a breakthrough, he had no certainty whatsoever.

But sensing that Xu Qing was paying attention to him, the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor felt it was all worth it.

Just at this moment, the fluctuations of the vortex where the shadow resided suddenly intensified. Within it, roars that did not sound human faintly emanated; the appearance of this sound shook the soul.

Xu Qing focused his gaze.

The Jin Gang Sect Ancestor remained silent, looking at the remaining mirrors. His breathing was rapid, his eyes even redder, and with a roar, he charged over.

Even if he couldn't swallow them, he had to.

He thought that if he couldn't promote while the shadow succeeded, he would definitely not be valued, and if he wasn't valued, he would be bullied by the shadow, and after being bullied, he would have no power to resist.

Without the power to resist, he would easily be plotted to death; if not plotted to death, he would be thrown out by the "Demon Head Xu" as cannon fodder; if not cannon fodder, he would be damaged or snatched away by opponents due to his weak strength, and thus killed by a single thought from Demon Head Xu.

Not succeeding meant death; succeeding meant life.

After these thoughts surfaced in the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor's mind, he went completely mad.

The moment he went mad, the little shadow was the same. More terrifying fluctuations radiated from within the vortex, and amidst increasingly intense low roars, a mass of black shadow faintly rose from the vortex.

This black shadow was square-shaped and pitch black, resembling a black square pillar.

At this moment, it slowly appeared within the vortex, and for every inch it appeared, the roars became a fraction more shrill, and the strange substances surging in from all directions became denser, as if the shadow were struggling with all its might.

This process lasted for a full four hours. Under the influx of infinite strange substances, the vortex emitted an earth-shattering boom, and then the vortex suddenly dissipated.

Following the dissipation, a huge shadow appeared on the wall, incomparably clear!

Xu Qing was moved.

It was a vertical, long, strip-like black shadow, wrapped in circles of gray cloth strips.

The cloth strips were stained with some black blood, exuding ominousness and eeriness.

Although the black shadow appeared flat on the wall, it gave Xu Qing a sense of three-dimensionality, as if it were a black coffin!

This was the first time he had such a feeling from the shadow; previously, when the shadow promoted to become a tree shadow, there had been no such change. Only now was it different.

If the shadow's previous manifestation could be compared to a painting, then the current shadow seemed to be something that had walked out of the painting.

On this point, Xu Qing felt it very clearly.

Not only that, but extraordinary fluctuations emanated from this black coffin shadow, like a Tiangong Golden Core.

What made Xu Qing's eyes flash with brilliance was the eyes that suddenly opened on this black coffin shadow at this moment.

Countless eyes, dense and numerous, were all vertical pupils.

In an instant, it was impossible to count how many there were; they permeated the entire position of this coffin shadow, and even more appeared within the eyes.

After opening at this moment, all the eyes exuded extreme indifference, and they even had some similarities to the God's Eye Xu Qing had seen before.

It seemed that in its eyes, all living beings were low-rank existences, with their life levels differing as much as heaven and earth.

Especially that high-and-mighty, condescending posture, which caused Xu Qing's eyes to emanate a coldness even colder than it.

"Seeking death again?"

Xu Qing spoke calmly.

As soon as the words were spoken, the coffin shadow trembled violently, as if the deep memory of the past had surfaced again, causing its just-promoted arrogant posture to collapse immediately. The next instant, all the eyes on this coffin shadow instinctively exuded a sense of ingratiation.

"Master... I... behave..."

"After promoting, you still can't speak complete sentences; what use are you!" Xu Qing's expression was calm, but his eyes became increasingly cold. While purple light emanated from his body, the poison pill in his Third Tiangong was also beating slightly.

In an instant, the shadow trembled even more violently. All the eyes revealed terror, and it nervously transmitted fluctuations in a stuttering manner again.

"I... strong... useful..."

"What use?" Xu Qing asked.

In an instant, the cloth strips on the shadow fell off and flew toward Xu Qing, finally floating in front of him.

Xu Qing took a look.

"Taboo... suck dry..."

Xu Qing frowned and instinctively looked at the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor, but the Ancestor had devoured all the mirror artifact spirits at this moment and was trembling, unable to translate.

Thus, Xu Qing spoke calmly.

"Can't understand."

The shadow immediately became anxious. While trembling even more, it simply separated some shadows to start drawing. In the picture, it depicted Xu Qing's figure, giving an item to a little sapling kowtowing in front of him.

Xu Qing looked at the picture and remembered.

He had given a taboo fragment to the shadow back then. Looking at the cloth strips now, he was somewhat surprised.

"After you absorbed the strange substances inside, the fragment became like this?"

The coffin formed by the shadow immediately shook, as if shaking its head.

Xu Qing frowned again, and the shadow also reacted, blinking rapidly to convey emotions.

"Forget... hate Jin Gang... is..."

Xu Qing looked at the gray cloth strips in front of him, seeing that many areas were stained with black blood, giving him the feeling of a strip torn from a shroud.

Yet, there was no fishy stench on it; instead, it exuded bursts of immortal aura.

This made Xu Qing somewhat curious. After taking it into his hand, his eyes narrowed, and he opened his hand to look at his palm.

There were many tiny wounds there, as if this cloth strip had thorns; holding it in his hand would cause him to be pricked.

As for the specific usage, Xu Qing still needed to study it, so he put it away and looked at the shadow.

"Just this?"

Seeing that Xu Qing was not satisfied, the shadow was nervous and hurriedly transmitted fluctuations.

"Fuse... change... ultimate..."

As the shadow spoke, suddenly the lid of the coffin body opened abruptly. Amidst bursts of creaking, ear-piercing sounds, it slowly opened, revealing pitch-black darkness inside.

"Master... enter..." the shadow ingratiated.

Xu Qing narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at the shadow.

After pondering, he sneered in his heart. Even if the shadow promoted, he had the certainty to suppress it, so if the other party had any rebellion, he was not prepared to keep it anymore.

Thus, he stood up and walked directly into the coffin. As he stepped in, the coffin lid slowly covered it.

The instant it became airtight, the shadow's body trembled. Countless eyes closed in unison. In an instant, its body seemed to become liquid, actually sinking and continuously shrinking inward, revealing Xu Qing's body.

It was just that this body was covered by the shadow, pitch black.

Xu Qing's eyes opened abruptly, revealing a trace of intense shock in his eyes.

He lowered his head to look at his body. With a sway, his speed surpassed his previous speed by far too much. He punched the massive wall.

The entire wall instantly turned into fly ash, and the remaining force was still fluctuating, until a large hole a full thousand zhang long appeared in front of Xu Qing.

Xu Qing's mind churned; this was not his full power, but a punch after restraint.

But to such a degree, this was something his previous physical body could not have achieved.

Xu Qing's breathing was slightly rapid; he looked within himself.

He could feel that his current self, whether in defense, speed, or strength, had reached an incomparably astonishing degree.

And inside his body, it was pitch black. He could not see his Tiangong, could not see his cultivation base, could not see his magic power; everything seemed to have disappeared in this instant.

And their disappearance was exchanged for his astonishing physical strength at this moment.

Xu Qing pondered, and with a thought, the pitch-black darkness outside his body shrank, until his original skin was revealed, and all the black shadows gathered at his brow.

There, a black vertical eye was formed, and the eyeball within it moved on its own.

"This should be a secret technique after the shadow promotes, which can fuse with me."

Xu Qing muttered, raising his hand to form seals, but no technique was displayed.

"After fusing, my techniques disappear, and I become a pure body-tempering cultivator, but the poison can still be used."

"And the ferocity of the physical strength gives me the feeling that it has surpassed the combat power of the Fourth Palace, and should have reached the level of the Wugong, and it is a pure physical Wugong, which is extremely terrifying."

Xu Qing's heart was still undulating. He could feel that after leaving the Three Spirits Town Dao Mountain this time, his strength had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.

This was the accumulation of the past, an explosion after reaching a certain degree.

After re-feeling his current state, with a thought from Xu Qing, the black eye at his brow spread over his entire body, and then continued to spread outward to re-form into the black coffin.

Then the coffin lid opened, and Xu Qing walked out from within.

With a wave of his hand, the black Dark Soul Fire appeared, and the Heavenly Palaces in his body also returned to normal. This made Xu Qing even more certain that the technique obtained after the shadow promoted was a fusion secret technique.

"Not bad!" Xu Qing nodded, revealing appreciation in his eyes.

Seeing Xu Qing satisfied, the shadow was excited.

"Master... I... behave..."

The shadow hurriedly expressed its stance. This was knowledge it had learned from the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor. At this moment, while very happy, it also completely let go of its heart, so it looked at the Jin Gang Sect Ancestor, who was still trembling and suffering, with provocation and disdain. ===== CHAPTER 346 =====