Chapter 379: Breaking and Establishing, Special Training

Sun Wukong's eyes were blood-red, lifting Su Chen up.

He pressed his hands tightly on Su Chen's back, the magic power of a late-stage Great Luo Jinxian pouring out without reservation.

The golden magic power surged into Su Chen's meridians, attempting to forcibly suppress the rampaging chaotic blood and Qi.

However, things went contrary to his wishes.

Sun Wukong's magic power, the moment it touched the chaotic blood and Qi, was like mud cows entering the sea.

The special attributes of the chaotic Qi erupted, directly swallowing Sun Wukong's external magic power, transforming it into nourishment, and strengthening the momentum of its own rampage.

"Pfft!"

Su Chen's body shook violently, spitting out another large mouthful of black blood.

The cracks on his body instantly expanded.

"How could this be!"

Sun Wukong was terrified, hurriedly cutting off the magic power output.

He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, watching his brother's vitality fade away before his eyes, yet he was powerless, a feeling worse than killing him.

"Move aside."

Di Jiang's cold voice came.

He had long since transformed into a human form, stepping out and arriving before Su Chen instantly.

Houtu followed closely, waving her plain hand, and a touch of warm and thick earth origin sank directly into Su Chen's brow.

Earth-yellow light halos flowed, protecting Su Chen's primordial spirit tightly, preventing the physical collapse from affecting his soul.

Di Jiang used space laws to directly investigate Su Chen's body.

Sun Wukong retreated to the side, staring fixedly at Di Jiang: "Ancestral Wu Di Jiang, what exactly is wrong with my little brother? Save him quickly!"

Di Jiang did not answer.

His space laws invaded Su Chen's shattered acupoints, swept across the broken Five Elements channels, and finally landed on the dim Hunyuan Jin Dan deep in his dantian.

Di Jiang's massive body shook slightly.

Immediately after, a low laugh came from his mouth.

The originally heavy atmosphere suddenly underwent a subtle change.

Houtu withdrew her hand, her beautiful brows slightly raised, and a smile also hooked at the corner of her mouth.

Sun Wukong was stunned.

He looked at the two laughing Ancestral Wu, somewhat puzzled.

"My little brother is about to die, why are you still laughing!"

"Monkey, don't be anxious."

Di Jiang stood up straight, pointing at Su Chen on the ground: "This brother of yours is truly ruthless to himself."

Sun Wukong's brow furrowed tightly: "What do you mean?"

"He never intended to heal his injuries."

Di Jiang's voice carried a trace of undisguised appreciation.

"From the moment we returned to Mount Wuzhou, he had been actively giving up suppressing the injuries in his body. He let Yingzhao's Semi-Sage laws and those space turbulence destroy his physical body."

Sun Wukong was stunned.

What kind of logic was this, suffering such serious injuries and not healing, even letting his own physical body collapse.

"You don't know, the 'Nine Turns of Chaos' Su Chen practices now is a body-refining method derived from the heart of the Father God."

Houtu explained softly on the side.

"Although we haven't practiced it, we once helped him deduce it. The core of this cultivation method is destruction and rebirth. The first six turns focus on shaping the chaotic body and fusing the chaotic Dao. But to step into the seventh turn, the physical body must experience a rebirth, completely accommodating the chaotic Qi and casting a chaotic body."

Houtu looked at Su Chen's dilapidated body, a trace of admiration flashing in her eyes.

"The shackles of breaking through from the sixth turn to the seventh turn are extremely solid; conventional cultivation, even if it takes a million years, may not necessarily break them."

"He borrowed the Semi-Sage power of Yingzhao and the destructive power when the space channel collapsed to forcibly disintegrate the original physical foundation. This is called placing oneself in death to achieve rebirth."

Sun Wukong gasped.

He looked at Su Chen, who was lying on the ground, his breathing nearly stopped.

Taking a Semi-Sage's attack as a whetstone—a slight carelessness would mean the soul being destroyed and the true spirit not remaining.

This lad, to become stronger, actually took such a big risk.

"His physical body now has begun to disintegrate, and the original shackles are gradually disappearing. The old body is broken; this is the best moment to cast a new body."

Di Jiang did not waste words, raising his hand, space laws gathering in his palm, transforming into a brilliant silver light, completely wrapping Su Chen's body.

"Send him to the Father God. With the chaotic Qi exhaled by the Father God's heart, his transformation this time will definitely be a rebirth."

As the words fell, Di Jiang waved his claws, and the black stone wall engraved with totems deep in the temple lit up again.

A dark red space channel opened with a roar.

A dull and powerful heartbeat came from the depths of the channel.

The silver light wrapped around Su Chen, directly escaping into that dark red void.

The channel closed.

The temple returned to calm.

Sun Wukong looked at the black stone wall, his heart hanging in his throat finally landing.

Su Chen was fine, and he finally had time to check his own situation.

Now he was at the late-stage Great Luo Jinxian.

Outside the Southern Heaven Gate of the Demon Court, although he broke through in the midst of battle and his combat power surged.

But before a Semi-Sage powerhouse like Yingzhao, he still had no power to resist.

If Su Chen hadn't sacrificed the Nine Demon Pagoda and stood in front, and if Di Jiang hadn't taken action across the realm, he would be a corpse now.

Su Chen dared to gamble with his life to become stronger.

He, Sun Wukong, the dignified Great Sage Saint Qitian, how could he be willing to fall behind!

Sun Wukong clenched his fists, his knuckles popping.

He turned abruptly, his gaze locked on Zhurong, who was preparing to leave not far away.

"Ancestral Wu Zhurong!"

Sun Wukong walked over in big strides, a burning fighting spirit igniting in his rebellious eyes.

Zhurong stopped, turning his massive body with a beast head and human body.

"Monkey, what for?"

Zhurong had a fiery temper, looking at Sun Wukong's expression that looked like he wanted to eat someone, and couldn't help but raise his brows.

"Old Sun wants to become stronger!"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, word by word.

"Trouble you, accompany me to practice!"

"As long as I don't practice to death, practice to death!"

Zhurong was stunned at first.

He looked Sun Wukong up and down, curling his lips: "With your small frame, with my strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for a few days before falling apart."

"You just practice! If Old Sun shouts a word of pain, I won't be the Great Sage Saint Qitian!"

Zhurong grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Good courage!"

Monstrous flames erupted from Zhurong's body, burning the surrounding air until it twisted.

"I, Zhurong, like hard bones the most!"

Zhurong laughed out loud, grabbing Sun Wukong's shoulder.

"Go! Let's go outside the temple!"

"I guarantee, I'll make you want to die every day!"

Sun Wukong followed without hesitation.

Time passed, five years, for a great power cultivator, was just the time for a nap.

In a flash.

Pangu Hall heaven and earth, in a massive valley.

This place was shrouded in red earth fire all year round, with no grass growing.

The air was filled with a pungent sulfur smell.

In mid-air, two figures were colliding frantically at a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dense fighting sounds connected into one piece.

"Boom!"

A heaven-shaking loud sound exploded in the valley.

The entire valley shook violently.

The surrounding volcanoes erupted one after another, magma shooting into the sky.

A golden figure, like a shell out of the chamber, fell straight from mid-air.

A violent red flame followed closely, transforming into a massive flame fist, carrying destructive momentum, and smashed fiercely onto that golden figure.

"Bang!"

The golden figure was forcibly smashed into the ground.

Large patches of hard volcanic rock shattered directly.

Gravel flew through the air, dust filling the sky!

"Satisfying! Come again!"

Deep in the ruins, a wild roar penetrated the dust.

Golden light shot into the sky, Sun Wukong holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, his body filled with terrifying aura, rushing toward the sky full of flames again! ===== CHAPTER 380 =====