Supreme Dragon Soul.

Chapter 628 Rapid Progress! The Bizarre Corpse!

Luo Cheng sheathed the Thunder Concealment Sword, gathered the corpses of the five Blood Nether Sect disciples together, and immediately activated the nine-colored scales within his body to begin devouring them.

hold head high!
The dragon-shaped phantom roared, unleashing an invisible suction force that stripped away the martial spirits of the others and poured into Luo Cheng's body.

At the same time, the scales and claws on the second Yuan Qi Palace in Luo Cheng's Dantian became clearer and clearer, and it had begun to take the shape of a dragon. It looked like a true dragon that had been dormant and was about to awaken, and it gradually burst out with a powerful aura.

"almost!"

Luo Cheng's voice held a hint of surprise.

The strongest of these five Blood Nether Sect disciples was only at the early stage of the seventh level of the Awakening Meridian Realm.

However, because they had just been killed, the essence of their martial spirits had not yet dissipated, making the absorption effect very obvious.

If these people's martial spirit essence is 100%, the corpses of the same realm that they devoured before probably had less than 30%, or even less than 10%!
"With another hundred or so such corpses, the Profound Dragon Technique will definitely be able to break through!"

Luo Cheng secretly plotted.

Normally, devouring over a hundred mid-stage Awakening Realm experts would certainly not be easy.

However, in the Black Cloud Mountains, which are now filled with killing and death, it is not a difficult task!
"continue!"

With his mood greatly improved, Luo Cheng reached out and took the storage rings and identity tokens of the five Blood Nether Cult disciples who had turned into mummies.

The identity token is proof of killing Blood Nether Cult disciples and can be exchanged for sect contribution points!
After putting his things away, Luo Cheng's figure flashed, heading deeper into the area.

The deeper you go, the thicker the miasma becomes, so dense that even sunlight cannot penetrate it, and a gloomy atmosphere hangs over the forest.

These miasmas are highly poisonous. Even if a powerful cultivator at the Awakening Meridian Realm inhales them, it will affect their vital energy circulation and can also isolate their soul power to a certain extent, confusing their sense of direction.

However, this had little impact on Luo Cheng, whose soul power was strong; his soul power could easily radiate outwards for several miles.

Taking advantage of this, Luo Cheng continued his journey while searching for surviving Blood Nether Sect disciples.

These Blood Nether Cult disciples, having barely escaped the siege, had barely begun to rejoice when they encountered Luo Cheng, the god of death. Before they could even put up a fight, they were instantly blasted to death.

In a short period of time, Luo Cheng killed another thirty or forty Blood Nether Cult disciples!

With the corpses he devoured along the way, the martial spirit essence accumulated within his body was surging like a mighty river, bringing him closer and closer to the second level of the Profound Dragon Technique.

Moreover, all eighty-one profound meridians within Luo Cheng's body have awakened and are continuously improving, showing a trend towards breaking through to the mid-stage of the ninth level of the Awakening Meridian Realm.

Due to various influences, his overall strength has been rising steadily!
"Once this great battle is over, I might have a chance to break into the Awakening Meridian Realm Ranking!"

In his excitement, Luo Cheng's soul power radiated forward like a large net, and every movement was clearly visible in his mind.

"Have it!"

Whoosh!
Luo Cheng's figure shot out in an instant, appearing in a dense forest several miles away.

In the shattered woods, the corpses of several Blood Ghost Cult disciples lay askew.

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Cheng immediately activated the nine-colored scales and began to devour them.

"what!"

As soon as he began to devour, Luo Cheng immediately realized something was wrong.

Judging from the corpses, the closer to the center of the battlefield, the shorter the time since the corpses died.

These people had clearly only recently died, but most of their vital essence had been lost, and their skin had begun to wither, as if they had been dead for a long time.

"What's going on? Could someone have cultivated a technique for refining essence blood?"

Luo Cheng frowned deeply, unable to make sense of things, and could only continue on his way.

In a valley.

A fierce battle is taking place.

Four Xuan Yuan Sect disciples are being surrounded and killed by seven Lie Yun Sect disciples.

Besides the corpses of two Blood Nether Sect disciples, there was also the corpse of a Xuan Yuan Sect inner disciple on the ground, the blood staining the soil a dark red. "Chen Jing, now that the three sects are jointly attacking the Blood Nether Sect's stronghold, we should all work together to wipe out the remnants of the Blood Nether Sect. How dare you lead men to attack us at this time! This is outrageous! Are you helping the Blood Nether Sect? Are you spies of the Blood Nether Sect?!"

"If this is exposed, not only will you be disgraced, but your Lieyun Sect will also lose all face!"

Chen Lingyu bit her red lips and glared angrily at a Lieyun Sect disciple with narrow eyes, her eyes filled with grief and indignation.

The five of them were originally chasing two Blood Nether Sect disciples when, unexpectedly, Chen Jing suddenly appeared with six Lieyun Sect disciples at the critical moment and mercilessly killed them without saying a word.

One of the senior students was killed on the spot while trying to protect them.

Chen Jing sneered: "Don't try to pin this on me. If I want to kill a Blood Nether Sect disciple, none of you will escape alive. Blame him for being so arrogant and daring to provoke me, Chen Jing! Haha!"

Chen Jing pointed to a tall, one-armed young man.

It was Lin Xiaoyun, Luo Cheng's fellow disciple from the outer sect.

During a previous sect mission, Chen Jing and Lin Xiaoyun had a conflict, and Chen Jing suffered a minor loss at the time.

cough!
Lin Xiaoyun's face was pale; the chaotic battle had left him seriously injured. He coughed lightly, stepped forward, and said to Chen Jing in a deep voice:
“One must take responsibility for one’s actions, Chen Jing. This is a feud between you and me, it has nothing to do with them! I will stay and be killed or tortured at will, let them go…”

"Senior Brother Lin!"

Chen Lingyu's expression changed.

Lin Xiaoyun shook his head. The situation was overwhelming. The other side not only had more people, but also had a core disciple at the mid-stage of the ninth level of the Awakening Meridian Realm in charge!
On the other hand, the strongest cultivator on their side was only at the fifth level of the Awakening Meridian Realm, and they were all injured. If they didn't back down, they would probably all perish here today!

Haha!

Chen Jing laughed loudly, his voice full of sarcasm: "Lin Xiaoyun, now you know to bow your head and admit your mistake? Weren't you so arrogant before!"

"What a pity, what a pity, it's too late! Killing one is the same as killing two! Today, none of you will leave alive! You must have killed quite a few Blood Nether Cult disciples, these sect contribution points are just what we need!"

A tall, burly young man in brocade robes standing nearby frowned slightly and said:

"Chen Jing, hurry up and finish this, I still need to meet up with Senior Brother Yun and the others."

This person is Chen Jing's elder brother, Chen Hengzhi, a mid-stage expert at the ninth level of the Awakening Pulse Realm and a core disciple of the Lieyun Sect!
"Alright, kill him! I'll handle this cripple myself!"

Chen Jing roared and unleashed his ultimate technique to launch a fierce attack on Lin Xiaoyun.

Bang!
Lin Xiaoyun raised his palm to block. His cultivation level was the same as Chen Jing's, both being at the late stage of the second level of the Awakening Meridian Realm.

Normally, Lin Xiaoyun would not take Chen Jing seriously at all.

However, he was seriously injured at the moment, and even mobilizing his vital energy was a struggle.

puff!
In their first exchange, Lin Xiaoyun's palm strike was shattered, causing him to cough up blood and stagger backward, his face deathly pale, his injuries compounded.

"Hmph! A death throes! Die!"

Chen Jing laughed menacingly, his vital energy surging wildly, and his palm burst forth with blazing fire energy. With the force of Mount Tai pressing down, he slammed his palm towards Lin Xiaoyun's face.

"Senior Brother Lin!"

Chen Lingyu was extremely anxious and tried to stop them, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by another disciple of the Lieyun Sect, leaving her helpless.

At the critical moment.

Chi!
A flash of lightning-fast sword energy struck right between Lin Xiaoyun and Chen Jing.

Chen Jing's right hand was severed, and he was thrown back by the shockwave, landing on the ground.

Looking at his bare wrist, Chen Jing was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. He clutched his severed hand and let out a series of sharp screams.

"Aaaaaah... My hand! My hand! Who! Who is it!"

Whoosh!
A figure floated lightly down beside Lin Xiaoyun; it was Luo Cheng.

Along the way, he found corpses whose life essence had almost disappeared. Devouring them would be of no use, so he simply flew through the air at full speed and happened to pass over the valley.

(End of this chapter)