Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1786 The Great Fate's Black and Red Cocoon

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From the high platform, Chen Zhang roared, "Jin Hua! Save them!"

Zuo Jinhua's figure transformed into a ferocious golden ram phantom and pounced out, but was intercepted halfway by two Soul Emperors from the Bone Digging Team who had been watching them!
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Jian Xinyue's figure moved erratically within the defensive circle, the dark crystal bottle flashing with an eerie light.

Fifth Soul Skill: Dark Crystal Dust! It slows down the enemy horde surging towards the breach.

Fourth Soul Skill - Ink Crystal Flow! The viscous black liquid flashed and wrapped around a Soul King who was charging at the forefront.

Unlike Jian Hezhi, who is more supportive, Jian Xinyue and her father Jian Hesong are more control-oriented. These two soul skills create opportunities for Qiu Qingquan and the warhound to attack.

Second Soul Skill - Ink Crystal Body! The light of this group buff soul skill constantly enveloped everyone, continuously repairing the effects that had been consumed.

Third Soul Skill - Tranquil Mirror! A black crystal mirror phantom appeared, its light spreading out, instantly calming the fluctuations in soul power and panic caused by Yuan Run's serious injury and the breach in the defense line, and restoring some soul power and injuries.

Qiu Qingquan, An Mingyuan, and the others immediately felt a cool sensation in their minds, their spirits, which were on the verge of collapse, were invigorated, and their chaotic soul power was stabilized.

Her support was crucial, acting as an adhesive to hold together the crumbling defenses, but her own soul power was rapidly dwindling, and the light from the ink crystal bottle was no longer as dazzling as it had been, even though she had taken drugs.

The defensive perimeter has been compressed to less than thirty meters, and it is already on the verge of collapse.

The enormous depletion of soul power and the newly added wounds all indicate that the limit is approaching.

All eyes, involuntarily and with the last glimmer of hope, turned to Chen Xiaojun, who stood with his eyes closed, his imposing aura restrained, and who had fallen into silence.

How much longer will he need?
His collapsed soul power had solidified into a solid form, transforming into a jet-black sword cocoon with dark red blood vessels flowing across its surface.

At this moment, a thin yet glaring scarlet crack suddenly spread across the sword cocoon!
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hum!
An indescribable surge of emotion erupted without warning at the heart of the battlefield.

It was not a sound, but a roar that acted directly on the soul.

Click!

Like the crisp sound of shattering glass, it clearly reached the ears of every Soul Master who was under immense tension and whose senses were amplified to an extreme degree.

The "sword cocoon" (with its oppressive aura) that was enveloping Chen Xiaojun and growing increasingly unsettling suddenly became covered with spiderweb-like cracks on its surface without any external force touching it.

In the next instant, the sword cocoon shattered with a crash, turning into tiny specks of light that dissolved into the air.

Chen Xiaojun opened his eyes.

Yes, it's such a coincidence!

Perhaps the continuous killing and sacrifices had thrown a boulder into the still lake of his heart, stirring up ripples of warning; perhaps the protective will from the depths of his bloodline roared at the brink of collapse; or perhaps, in the darkness, the thread called fate, above this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, had finally stretched to its limit, emitting a final, resounding cry before breaking.

Chen Xiaojun's eyes were so deep that they seemed to contain the entire galaxy, yet so clear that they reflected this hellish battlefield.

There was no initial confusion, only an extreme coldness and... a detached and awe-inspiring authority that transcended the world.

That wasn't an emotion; it was more like a manifestation of some kind of rule or will!

The entire battlefield fell silent!
Chen Zhang, who had been tense behind him, let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "It's done!"

Zuo Jinhua trembled with excitement, her voice shaking as she exclaimed, "This pressure... a sacred artifact? A divine artifact?!"

...And within Chen Xiaojun's vast and boundless Upper Soul Nest, an astonishing change is taking place at this moment!
Above the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, the enormous black-red cocoon of light, exuding an ominous and majestic aura, was covered with dense, spiderweb-like cracks.

Each flash of light was accompanied by a terrifying aura of destruction and creation, as if something forbidden was about to break free.

However, behind this enormous black and red cocoon of light, a phantom image of the Seven Kill Sword, with its ancient form and sharp aura capable of severing time and space, was quietly floating.

The illusory soul of the Seven Killing Swords of the Underworld Sea!
At this moment, the mysterious and profound bloodline grooves on the blade of this illusory soul sword are opening and closing, pulsating, just like living things.

Countless visible strands of negative energy, originating from the dense blood energy, killing intent, violent resentment, and other negative energies permeating the battlefield, were frantically drawn in and gathered by an invisible force, transforming into streams of scarlet light that continuously flowed into the cracked black-red cocoon of light ahead.

Boom!Boom!
Nourished by this powerful blood energy and battlefield aura, the pulse of the black and red cocoon suddenly intensified.

Each intense flash of light was accompanied by a dull, resounding roar from within, like the beating of a heart or the shattering of space, and the cracks on the surface of the light cocoon deepened and spread accordingly.

Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept across the battlefield where people fought and bled for him, and a complex and indescribable emotion flickered deep in the depths of his indifferent eyes.

He could feel the pulse of the ethereal sword, and sense that it was greedily absorbing all the negative energy on the battlefield to sustain its "awakening".

Alternatively, it may be that He, through the connection between the Seven Killings Sword of the Underworld and the illusory soul, devours negative energy.

The Great Master of Fate is the god of judgment and death, the god of war and protection, and the god of destiny.

"Did you protect me?" A very soft, sigh-like voice echoed in his heart, audible only to himself.

This is both a question about the mysterious and unpredictable illusory soul of the Seven Killing Swords of the Underworld Sea, which is hidden deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, and a confirmation of its active absorption of battlefield blood energy and its forceful acceleration of the process of breaking out of its cocoon.

However, the next moment, a sense of regret welled up in my heart.

He could clearly feel that although the black and red cocoon in his sea of ​​consciousness had ruptured, the power it contained—the moment of enlightenment about the deeper rules of the Seven Kill Sword that he had touched on the edge of life and death under immense pressure—had been interrupted!
This interruption stemmed from external pressure and the premature birth of the Void Soul Sword, which was forcibly accelerated by battlefield blood energy.

"What a pity... my enlightenment was interrupted." Chen Xiaojun sighed inwardly.

That newly rising sense of absolute power, capable of controlling everything, was still immense, but it carried an indescribable imperfection and... a cold, malevolent aura that had been prematurely awakened from the depths of the soul.

This fierce aura was quietly seeping into that indifferent and dignified demeanor.

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But the battlefield is dynamic and continuous.

Under the cover of the pack of dogs, Qiu Qingquan turned into a blur, his Dark Erosion Claw piercing through the back of a Soul King controlled by the Ink Crystal Bottle. He was then struck on the left shoulder by three Soul Masters in a combined attack, the sound of bones cracking clear and piercing.

He coughed up blood and flew backward, only to be barely dragged back to the edge of the defensive line by the five black dogs who grabbed him by the collar.

The breach has been opened.

The dark barrier between Chen Shurui and Chen Bin trembled violently, cracks spread, and a Bone-Digging Soul Emperor burned his essence blood and smashed down with a bone hammer.

"Crack!"

The light and dark shield wall shrank by a third in an instant, and the two men groaned, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Ma Liang's fiery wings burned fiercely, and the "Phoenix Meteor Shower" and "Phoenix Shockwave" alternately suppressed the Iron-Winged Bat swarm.

With a flash of light from his right arm's soul bone skill, he accurately killed a flying soul king. However, the light from his wings dimmed abruptly, and his soul power was greatly depleted, forcing him to land and catch his breath.

Chen Mu's sword light was completely enveloped by the afterimage of Ghost Bat Soul Saint's bat wings. The sword flower was torn apart by sharp claws as soon as it bloomed, and the sword energy tornado of the Breath of Wind technique was frozen by the cold soul power.

Ghost Bat Soul Saint's fifth soul skill, "Blood Bat Sonic Boom," is activated—a piercing shriek pierces straight into the soul.

Blood seeped from Chen Mu's seven orifices, his swordplay faltered, and three deep gashes were torn in his left shoulder by the claw wind. He staggered and landed heavily not far from Chen Xiaojun.

(End of this chapter)