The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 21: Destroying the Quasi-Emperor

Of course, external forces are only auxiliary. This Heavenly Venerable was able to achieve enlightenment by relying on his own extraordinary talent.

He can see through the essence of corpses and ghosts, recycle their waste, and create a groundbreaking corpse pill that can both defeat corpses and condense the essence of corpses.

The essence was transformed using a secret technique and instantly turned into a blood and flesh medicine.

This Heavenly Master has great talent!
Zhang Huan admired it from the bottom of his heart and immediately asked the little demon box.

"How do you know this secret technique?"

This demon box has been quiet recently. It became a little confused after learning that Zhang Huan is not from the underworld, but the matter is done and it can only follow Zhang Huan all the way to the end.

Although they are submissive, they are not like the gods of their natal weapons. They work together and always think about their masters.

It is because life is in Zhang Huan's hands that he only speaks out reminders when encountering a crisis. It takes time to polish it before it can obey.

The rest of the time, he was silent and stayed in the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, sharing the same misfortune with another rotten little tower.

Now, contrary to his usual behavior, he took the initiative to show goodwill towards Zhang Huan.

"Uh, that. This Soul-Fixing Bead is actually called Corpse Pill."

The little demon box hesitated for a moment, as if organizing his words.

"Almost everyone in the three meridians can practice the secret techniques related to it. It is not a secret."

This means that the man deliberately did not pass on the secret formula to Zhang Huan.

The other party was deliberately on guard against him, perhaps he had already regarded him as a war slave.

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There are some theories about how this soul-fixing bead came about.

"Although the underworld is vast, powerful servants are never enough. Master must be careful."

The little demon box reveals some long-standing secrets.

The masters of these war slaves are the group of people who dominate the underworld. It is normal for one or two of them to disappear occasionally, and it cannot be said that they are stealing from the company.

The underworld is a huge force, so we can just look for it.
The female saint who received us just now said that this is a priceless treasure, extremely rare and precious.

But think about it, the essence of the flesh and blood of a quasi-emperor's corpse, how could it not be a rare treasure?
Zhang Huan felt a chill when he thought that he was also being targeted.

No wonder this demon box gave me this long-awaited reminder, it turns out it was referring to that person.

Unfortunately, Zhang Huan would not fall into the trap at all. By the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late, and they had wasted a corpse pill in vain.

In the story he made up, the ancient corpse would only appear on a battlefield in a distant star field.

Before this, Zhang Huan had already dealt with the psychic ancient corpse and flew away with its origin.

The person behind the scenes couldn't even vent his anger and could only swallow it, destined to be in vain.

"But using the corpse pill to deal with that spiritual old corpse, if you think about it carefully, isn't it like using something from the underworld to deal with someone from the underworld?"

I don't know which lineage the psychic quasi-emperor corpse comes from. If he knows the person who gave the corpse pill to Zhang Huan, that would be a lot of fun.

When I find that old corpse, I will definitely ask it a question and give it a surprise.

But then again, the performance of this demon box is also intriguing.

Obviously, it would be enough to let Zhang Huan notice it, but he told so much, even the secret technique. There must be something wrong when something is abnormal.

"You are so attentive, do you have any ideas? Why don't you just say it?"

Zhang Huan came straight to the point. The other party was just a tool with limited abilities and could not escape his control.

"Well, I've been pretty obedient recently, but I haven't replenished my energy in a long time."

Yao He spoke embarrassedly.

It was really too hungry, otherwise it felt that it would not be so diligent and could endure for a few more days.

Yao He assured that since he had followed Zhang Huan, he had given up all unrealistic thoughts, so Zhang Huan could rest assured.

"If you are sincerely helping me, I will definitely not treat you unfairly in the future."

Zhang Huan replied to let it feel at ease.

After hearing this, Yao He seemed to have achieved the prerequisite and took credit for it to Zhang Huan.

"I'm reporting that the tower is behaving improperly. I don't know how it does it, but it often sends me messages using its weak divine thoughts!"

The emotions conveyed were very strong, as if the man could not bear the disturbance, but also as if he was fulfilling his promise to eliminate the threat to Zhang Huan.

Seeing it, the rotten little tower decisively exposed itself completely. The withered yellow light on the tower body kept rising and falling like breathing, and the breath was rampant.

"You traitor."

Without waiting for it to react, Zhang Huan pinched his fingers and more black light appeared, wrapping the rotten little tower like a dumpling, and it could no longer emit any breath.

Yao He smiled shyly, as if embarrassed, and then looked at Zhang Huan eagerly.

Zhang Huan glanced at it and felt that its previous behavior was just a prelude to the reward later. It was smarter than humans.

"Do you know the origin of this rotten little tower?"

Both are quasi-imperial artifacts from the underworld. The origin of the demon box is clear, but this rotten little tower is unexpectedly mysterious.

They specialize in luring strong people from the outside world and recruiting them to the underworld. Over the years, Zhang Huan has never heard of any information about them.

"I don't know. It doesn't look like an object from our time. It looks like a device that carries a primer. I don't know which master made it."

The demon box began to think for a rare moment. It had never seen anything like this before.

The Dao and Dharma interwoven on it are no different from those of a quasi-imperial weapon, but it does not have its own Dao, or the Dao of its owner.

It is like a completely hollow machine, filled with basic programs, and its mysteries are difficult to understand.

Just the divine consciousness that came from the dark and reached its mind was enough to be studied carefully. There was something strange about this tower.

After listening to it, Zhang Huan couldn't analyze anything, so he nodded.

If it were so easy to be seen through, then the methods of the underworld would be too rubber stamp. There must be many who have real skills.

He was in the same situation when he first encountered this small tower, knowing that it was strange but unable to see anything deeper.

Therefore, after arriving in the underworld, he never released this rotten little tower from the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot.

After returning to the mansion, he stuffed some rare treasures into the jar, and the demon box smiled so hard that the lid couldn't be closed.

"The Corpse Pill can help my physical body to enter the Quasi-Emperor stage first, and it won't take long for it to be accomplished."

"The next step is to collect the essence and wait until the fifty-year period is approaching to deal with the spiritual corpse. By then, we can directly follow the large army heading to the battlefield and escape."

Zhang Huan pondered over the details and considered setting up another source technique formation.

The Tongtian Mingbao and the Supreme in the underworld are usually asleep, and they will not wake up unless there is some big noise.

But the impact of a battle at the quasi-emperor level was also considerable. Although the location was remote, the fight lasted for a long time, and other quasi-emperors in the underworld could at least detect the abnormality.

In this case, while the old corpse is unable to move, directly set up a formation to conceal the movement, and for the sake of safety, kill it silently. Over the years, Zhang Huan has obtained a lot of resources, which is equivalent to raiding the hometowns of several quasi-emperors.

Even a quasi-emperor-level formation can afford it.

With countless divine materials and a few pieces of thumb-sized immortal gold obtained from Taoist Qingniu, it was enough to ensure that he would not emit any vibration until he killed the psychic old corpse.

After swallowing the corpse pill, Zhang Huan used a secret method to refine its essence. He suddenly felt his body steaming, energy sweeping through his body, and his qi and blood surging.

The energy contained in this pill is simply unimaginable, as vast as the ocean, and more nutritious than real pills. It is truly a great medicine for blood and flesh.

No wonder the person who sent out this corpse pill was also eyeing other quasi-emperors. If he could get two more, Zhang Huan didn't know to what level his realm would soar. He could at least save hundreds of years of accumulation.

The first time Zhang Huan used the corpse pill, he did not absorb it continuously. He only felt it for a moment, and the energy lost was very little.

During the process, Zhang Huan did not feel a trace of death or corpse energy, and was completely purified.

"It's really amazing. This method can turn decay into magic."

Zhang Huan sighed, his admiration was beyond words.

This is also a smooth road. By constantly killing ghosts and corpses and accumulating experience, you can gain more powerful strength.

If this cycle continues, the terrifying corpse ghosts will be terrified and frightened. To them, it is like a devil.

I don’t know if that was how people of that era were, they killed so many corpses and ghosts that they became extinct. Except in the underworld, it is rare to encounter such things outside.

"Corpse pills can also store essence, which can solve the problem of too much essence."

Zhang Huan suppressed it too harshly. He would not be able to break through the realm until he formed a divine fetus. The huge source of origin in his body had not been transformed into accumulated strength. If he continued to devour like this, one day he would be unable to control it.

It can be stored in the corpse pill first and then swallowed in one go later.

The corpse qi is purified by the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, so there is no need to worry.

Over the next ten years, Zhang Huan continued to dig tombs, accumulate knowledge, and train his body to achieve the goal of becoming a quasi-emperor.

From time to time, he would go to the sea of ​​bones where the psychic old corpse was to set up some formations. Even though he knew that the other party might be able to detect him, Zhang Huan still came and went in a swagger.

He had been to the main hall several times to ask for the location of the burial pits, and the female saint marked out a few more spots with an embarrassed look on her face.

He asked who gave him the corpse pill that day and wanted to thank him in person, but to no avail. The person he contacted only told him to practice as soon as possible and bring back the quasi-emperor corpse as soon as possible.

Zhang Huan left with a sneer in his heart.

After training his body to perfection and getting everything ready, Zhang Huan tried his best to break through the barrier. He was almost sublimated and about to break the shackles of taboo.

He determined a certain period and reported it to the person in charge of the underworld. The person was shocked and immediately gave orders to choose a good place for Zhang Huan.

The quasi-emperor calamity is of no small magnitude. Thunder is naturally capable of defeating extremely yin things. If it were rashly triggered in this underworld, who knows how many people would be implicated.

Sitting on a lightning-inducing platform, Zhang Huan quietly waited for his energy to return to normal.

He was confident that he could get through this tribulation. Firstly, his aptitude was not high to begin with, and the quasi-emperor tribulation would not be as terrifying as those of monsters. Moreover, this time he was only going through the tribulation of his body, and the thunder tribulation was not complete.

Second, he had enough foundation. He had swallowed many origins and inherited the legacy of ruthless people. He had learned many wonderful methods and supernatural powers, so it was almost certain that he would survive the heavenly tribulation.

Having raised his aura to its peak, Zhang Huan no longer hesitated and took the initiative to draw the thunder tribulation to come!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, endless thunder and lightning intertwined, densely packed, converging into electric current, brewing a disaster like a punishment from heaven.

It was so powerful the moment it appeared, and an incomparable and terrifying pressure spread out, as if it was constantly hitting the hearts of every observer in the distance.

There were bursts of dragon roars, which was a calamity specially sent down for the physical body to achieve the goal of becoming a Quasi-Emperor.

The lightning fell, almost emitting a light of destruction. Zhang Huan's blood was boiling, and his body was constantly washed by the light and electricity. Layer by layer of skin was peeled off, revealing flesh and blood.

Qi and blood rushed up into the sky, impacting the lightning like a tsunami. Zhang Huan waited solemnly and used several secret techniques to wipe out wave after wave of heavenly tribulations.

Zhang Huan did not want to reveal the details of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Art, so he used various magical powers to cover it up and disguise it as other magical arts.

The sea of ​​thunder surged above the sky, its momentum growing stronger and stronger. Zhang Huan risked his injuries as he fought against the thunder. It was a war of attrition.

After a long time, Zhang Huan felt tired for the first time. His holy power was almost dried up, but the quasi-emperor calamity was still striking him, and his body had been tempered to the level of a monster.

The door of potential opened one after another, and Zhang Huan felt the ultimate sublimation of his flesh and blood. He no longer consumed his holy power and used his body to face the thunder tribulation.

Countless shocking divine thunders fell, shattering the entire space. However, when they fell on Zhang Huan, they only produced long and thin lightning snakes.

The body of the quasi-emperor has been formed.

The thunder tribulation could no longer do anything to Zhang Huan. The brewing terrifying electric light was torn apart abruptly, and endless light and heat surged up and down.

At this time, the quasi-emperor calamity no longer continued, revealing pieces of chaos, and then dissipated. It ended hastily with a strong start but a weak finish.

Zhang Huan had been working on his cultivation, and now he was even more ruthless, and he cut himself with a skilled sword. He was still at the Great Sage realm, and the heavenly calamity sensed that it had not fallen completely.

Zhang Huan opened his mouth and inhaled a large amount of chaotic energy. His body quickly recovered and was as good as new in the blink of an eye.

The power of the quasi-emperor is terrifyingly strong, and his vitality alone is countless times stronger than that of the Great Sage.

The aura is more terrifying than that of a real dragon in the world, and it makes people terrified at first sight.

"Has he accomplished this or not?"

There was a person in charge who was watching from a distance with a solemn expression and a vague look in his brows.

He could feel the power of the quasi-emperor, but the scene before him told him that the other party had not truly become a cultivator on the same level as him.

"It's probably not successful. We have all experienced the Quasi-Emperor Tribulation and are most aware of its changes. If it had succeeded, the Heavenly Tribulation would never behave like it does now."

The other one frowned and said regretfully.

"It's only partially accomplished, but unfortunately the foundation is insufficient, and there is still a long way to go before becoming a true Quasi-Emperor."

"Then how should we treat him? You should know that his deadline is approaching. He is the last one to go to the battlefield. Don't let anything unexpected happen to him."

"Just leave it alone. No matter what happens, it will be a Soul-Fixing Orb sooner or later after it advances. How can he turn the world upside down by himself?"

Those who have reached the level of Quasi-Emperor are simply not comparable to those at the lower realms. It is no exaggeration to say that those below the Quasi-Emperor are all ants.

Some people were worried that Zhang Huan’s sudden increase in strength might lead him to notice something and cause a lot of trouble, while others thought it was a big fuss and there was no need to do anything special.

If he was a quasi-emperor from the beginning, it would be simple, he would have been targeted early on. As for this group of great saints.
After the final discussion, they decided not to act rashly. After all, he was not a real quasi-emperor. As long as they followed the procedures, the people in charge of the underworld were confident that they would not let anyone out.

Someone was waiting early. Before stepping down, Zhang Huan adapted himself to the power, restrained his aura and pressure, locked them in his body, without leaking a single bit.

"Alas, my strength is not enough. I haven't even passed the Quasi-Emperor Tribulation. I got injured early. Now I have to recuperate for a while."

Zhang Huan smiled bitterly as he showed the wound he had inflicted himself, and said that he did have some power of a quasi-emperor, but it was just mixed with a little bit, which was better than nothing.

Everyone tried to comfort him and said nice things, but they had actually been laughing in their hearts. Zhang Huan knew it very well and they were all pretending and competing with each other in acting skills.

After receiving some condolences, Zhang Huan asked the person in charge, hoping that he could provide more burial pits.

It was almost time to go to the battlefield, and he needed to heal his wounds openly. The person in charge couldn't refuse in public, so he said he would send someone to give him some healing holy objects later.

After returning to the mansion, Zhang Huanlian waited for several days but received no treatment.

　Let me tell you that the author is a new writer and this is his first time writing a book on Qidian.

　　
　
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