Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

As soon as he finished speaking, the void around him began to vibrate violently. Not only the void in the wilderness, but even the space beyond the wilderness seemed to be vibrating rhythmically. The next moment, endless white light flew out from every corner of the wilderness, pouring into Jiang Han's body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

In a moment, Jiang Han's body became translucent, and a ribbed fruit could be vaguely seen spinning wildly inside his body, quickly blending with the white light.

"point!"

With a roar like a bell, a dazzling light suddenly burst out with Jiang Han as the center. The light was so bright that the divine power in the bodies of the Stone Emperor, Fire Emperor and other venerables instantly stagnated. They instinctively closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, the light dissipated, and they saw a scene that stunned them - seven identical figures appeared in front of Jiang Han!

The aura of these seven "Jiang Han" is no different from the original body, and there is a mysterious power lingering around them. Although they are somewhat similar to the old woman's Five Elements Sword clone, they are much more powerful than that.

"What a magical technique this is!"

Almost at the same time, all the strong men in the wilderness, including the six giants above the medicine capital, cast astonished glances. They stared with eyes wide open, their faces full of disbelief, and in addition to shock, there was also a faint glimmer of greed in their eyes - if they could master such a secret technique, their strength would surely leap forward!

Inside the palace, all the venerables were dumbfounded, staring at the eight Jiang Hans in front of them, as if their souls had been drawn away by this magical scene, and they couldn't recover for a long time...

The vast mountains outlined ink-colored contours in the twilight, and the hunched figure of the one-armed old man walked among the jagged rocks. The veins on his remaining right arm bulged, and every time he touched the ground with his toes, the rock layer under his feet burst like a spider web, and fine gravel wrapped in light golden spiritual powder fell down. The mountain wind blew up his tattered blue shirt, revealing the hideous scar on his shoulder socket - it was a sword wound across the shoulder blade, which had not healed even after thousands of years, but instead oozed out strands of dark purple blood.

At the turning point of the valley, the old man suddenly stopped. The huge mountain in front of him was as black as ink, and the mountaintop was surrounded by white fog that never dissipated all year round. The cliffs were vaguely engraved with fuzzy runes. He stretched out his only hand and tapped the air lightly with his skinny knuckles. Suddenly, the whole mountain range made a humming sound, like a sleeping beast being awakened. As the white fog rolled, a crack appeared in the mountain, revealing a deep cave inside.

Deep in the cave, a white tiger with snow-white wings curled up in a cluster of stalagmites. Its fur was stained with blood, and the broken left wing revealed the eerie white bones. Its golden vertical pupils were filled with fear. Seeing the figure of the one-armed old man, the white tiger fiercely dug the ground, and its front claws scraped on the rocks, making a harsh sound: "Please spare my life, Immortal! I am willing to sacrifice the core spiritual vein of the Xuanyu, please have mercy on me!" Its voice was a mixture of animal roar and human words, and its tail vertebrae kept shaking, and the splashed blood condensed into ice crystals on the ground.

The old man had no expression on his face, only his eyes flashed with greedy red light. He stepped into the cave, and the ground beneath his feet cracked instantly. Countless spiritual energy columns gushed out from the cracks, locking the white tiger firmly. "Spiritual vein?" His hoarse voice echoed in the cave, "What I want is the fate-defying bone on your back." After saying that, his palm turned into a shadow covering the sky, and when his five fingers opened, it actually brought a scream that tore through the space.

The white tiger's pupils shrank suddenly, and its wings flapped vigorously but it could not move at all. Just as the sharp claws were about to touch its back, the void at the top of the cave suddenly rippled, and a green light fell like a meteor. The visitor was dressed in black tights, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, and only his right hand, which was clenched into a knife shape, revealed a sharp sword intent - when the hand fell, the air made a crisp sound like breaking glass, and a half-moon-shaped sword energy slashed the back of the one-armed old man.

The one-armed old man was too late to turn around when he realized it, and could only gather the remaining spiritual power on his back. However, the moment the sword energy touched his protective qi, it cut into him inch by inch like a hot knife through butter. With a muffled "bang", the old man's body turned into pieces of flesh all over the sky. Every piece of flesh and blood erupted with a small spiritual explosion when it fell to the ground, blowing the cave wall into pieces. Only the palm that grabbed the white tiger remained stiff, and a few white tiger hairs remained between the fingers.

The white tiger collapsed to the ground, panting heavily and looking at the crack in the void. The green light faded, and the visitor had already disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the cave. It looked down at the fate-defying bone on its back that was about to be peeled off, and a trace of confusion flashed in its golden pupils, but it didn't know that this was just the prelude to the drastic changes in the Eight Regions.

The Fate of the Boy with the Folding Fan and the Fish-Tailed Creature

In the universe where the stars hang upside down, a silver river over a hundred miles wide runs through the sky. The river water is not liquid, but is composed of billions of shining star sands, which make clear sounds like the sound of a harp when flowing. Reeds grow by the river, and each reed ear is condensed with rice-sized stars, swaying gently in the wind.

A boy in brocade children's clothing came in the air. He looked no more than seven or eight years old, but his delicate face was not childish at all. He was playing with an ivory fan in his hand, with an incomplete star map painted on it. Every time he shook it, huge waves of star sand dozens of feet high were raised in the river. When the waves hit the river bank, countless points of light rose up and gathered into blurry human faces in the air, making silent shouts.

"He Bo, please show yourself." The boy's voice was as clear as jade hitting each other, but it was full of unquestionable majesty. As soon as he finished speaking, the center of the river suddenly sank, and a creature with a human upper body and a silver fish tail broke out of the water. This creature wore a coral crown on its head, and was surrounded by a water-blue halo. When the fish tail flapped, the star sand splashed in the air to form an ancient water-control rune.

"Please spare my life, Immortal!" He Bo lay on the water, knocking his forehead heavily on the star sand. "The river veins of the universe have existed since the beginning of the world. I have been in charge of this place for thousands of years and have never been slack." His voice was crying, and the scales on the fish tail fell off, and each scale that fell to the ground turned into a dim star.

The boy had no expression on his face, and waved his folding fan again. This time, the entire galaxy surged violently, and star sand poured down like a rainstorm, hitting He Bo with a sound of metal clashing. "What I want is the Dingshui Pearl on your forehead." The boy's eyes fell on the pearl on He Bo's forehead that was flowing with colorful rays of light, "Hand over the treasure, and I can keep your body intact." He Bo trembled all over, and covered his forehead with both hands tightly: "The Dingshui Pearl is the spirit of the river vein. If it is taken away, the entire galaxy will be turned into dust!" He swung his fish tail violently, and a water dragon jumped out of the river and rushed straight to the boy's face. However, before the water dragon got close, it was crushed into star sand powder by the airflow fanned out by the boy.

Just as the boy was about to attack again, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and a fist covered with golden scales poked out. Before the fist arrived, an overwhelming pressure caused the entire galaxy to stagnate, and the star sand suspended in the air seemed to be frozen in time. The boy's face suddenly changed, and just as he was about to unfold his folding fan for defense, the golden fist fell like a meteor - with a "bang", the boy and the folding fan in his hand exploded into a bloody mist, and only a few broken fan bones fell on the river, causing ripples.

He Bo stared blankly at the place where the blood mist dissipated, but the Dingshuizhu between his eyebrows suddenly emitted a dazzling light. He looked down and saw a vague figure reflected on the water. The figure's clenched right hand was slowly withdrawing into the crack of the sky, and the knuckles were shining like stars. The river water began to flow again, but it was much dimmer than before, as if it had lost some vital soul.

Divine Punishment in Heaven: The Confrontation between the Three-Eyed Old Man and the Golden-Armored Pangolin

In the sky covered with thunderclouds, the three-eyed old man was like a walking totem pole, suspended above a cliff thousands of feet high. He was wearing a dark yellow Bagua robe, the third eye on his forehead was closed, and his eyelids were engraved with complicated golden spells. Whenever the mountain breeze blew, the corners of his robe would rustle, revealing the muscles inside that were as tangled as the roots of an ancient tree.

In the valley below, a brilliant golden light shot up into the sky, dyeing the surrounding clouds into a glassy color. The three-eyed old man snorted coldly, and the third eye on his forehead suddenly opened. It was a golden vertical eye without a pupil, and the white of the eye was covered with bloodshot. When it opened, it actually tore a crack in the void. A beam of light as thick as a bowl shot out from the eye, blasting towards the valley with a devastating momentum.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, a huge hole was blown out of the rock layer at the bottom of the valley. A pangolin as big as ten meters flew out from the smoke and dust. Its scales were pure gold, and rune patterns were naturally formed on each scale. There was also a pair of transparent cicada wings on its back. The pangolin rolled several times in the air and hit the cliff heavily. The golden blood flowed along the cracks in the rock, dyeing the surrounding rocks into a crystal texture.

"The golden-eyed pangolin is here." The three-eyed old man's voice sounded like the friction of metal. He stretched out his hands, and countless spells flew out from his palms, weaving into a golden net in the air, covering the pangolin. "Your scales can be used to refine a treasure, and your cicada wings can help me break through the realm. Obediently accept death."

The pangolin let out a sharp hiss, its golden scales stood up, and a burst of spiritual power burst out from its body. It slammed into the net, and the vibration of its wings brought countless wind blades, cutting the net woven by the spell into pieces. However, the three-eyed old man was prepared, and his third eye glowed again. This time, the beam of light shot out was condensed into substance, like a golden spear, piercing the pangolin's throat.

Just as the javelin was about to hit, the void in front of the three-eyed old man suddenly rippled, and a young man in a green shirt appeared out of thin air. This man had a handsome face and calm eyes. He just stretched out a finger and gently touched the third eye of the three-eyed old man.

"Puff!" As if puncturing a ripe fruit, the three-eyed old man's vertical eye suddenly exploded, and golden brain matter mixed with blood gushed out. He let out a shrill wail, and his body quickly shrank like a punctured balloon, and finally exploded into a ball of blood mist with a "bang". The golden spear lost its power and turned into golden light and dissipated in the air.

The pangolin collapsed on the cliff, its golden vertical pupils full of shock. It looked at the faint golden light left on the young man's fingertips, and suddenly remembered a taboo in ancient legends. The man did not look at it, but just looked in a certain direction deep in the sky, with an elusive arc at the corner of his mouth. The golden light in the valley gradually converged, revealing a colorful spiritual grass growing in the cracks of the rock, with crystal dew rolling on the leaves.

Blood Curse of the Region: The Secret of the Hunchbacked Woman and the Silver Collar
Deep in the dark and gloomy area, a sect standing on the blood swamp was trembling. The gilded characters on the sect's archway had long been mottled, revealing the rotten wood underneath. Countless skulls were floating in the blood lotus pond in front of the gate, and blue ghost fire was burning in the eye sockets of each skull.

The hunchbacked woman appeared above the sect, leaning on a bone cane. She was wearing a gray-black linen robe, and the shadow of the hood covered most of her face, so only the wrinkled skin at her chin could be seen. The woman was playing with a silver collar in her hand, which was engraved with twisted blood-red spells. Every time it was shaken, it made a strange sound similar to a baby crying.

“Blood River Sect, hand over the Soul-Suppressing Pearl.” The woman’s voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if there was broken glass stuck in her throat, “Otherwise, I will turn your entire sect into blood mud.” As soon as she finished speaking, the silver collar in her hand suddenly flew out, spinning rapidly in the air, turning into a silver halo and flying towards the sect’s center.

The sect erupted in terrified screams, and countless monks used magic weapons to resist, but wherever the halo passed, the magic weapons broke one after another, and the monks' bodies shrank rapidly as if their blood was sucked out. The head of the Blood River Sect was a pale middle-aged man, who suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and slapped the gourd on his waist: "Activate the earth vein formation!"

In an instant, the blood swamp around the sect surged, and countless white bones stretched out from the mud, forming a huge bone wall. However, the moment the silver collar hit the bone wall, the bone wall groaned under the heavy load, and cracks spread like spider webs. The head of the sect changed his face, and was about to use his most powerful magic weapon, but suddenly saw a ripple appear in the sky - the ripple was not round, but in the shape of a fist, with a translucent light flickering on the edge.

"Bang!" There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull explosion. The hunchbacked woman didn't even have time to scream before she turned into a pool of blood in mid-air, and the silver collar in her hand evaporated along with it. A few black spell fragments floated in the blood, and as soon as they appeared, they were crushed into powder by an invisible force.

The head of the Blood River Sect stood there in shock, and the magic weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He looked up at the sky, only to see the ripples gradually dissipate, and a young man in a green robe walked out slowly. The young man had a calm face, and his eyes swept indifferently across the blood swamp below, as if the shocking blow just now was just to brush off the dust on his clothes. The head of the sect suddenly reacted, fell to his knees with a plop, and banged his forehead heavily on the stone steps of the head of the temple: "God, spare me! We are blind and don't recognize the great man" (End of this chapter)