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Chapter 339: Digestion and Absorption

Bright moonlight, ruined valley.

Oris, a handsome young man, sat on a huge black stone, with a few strands of hair on his forehead blowing in the wind. He looked a little thin, and there was a faint golden light in his eyes. He sighed softly, with a slightly dazed look on his face.

"Is Ducaro dead?" Oris said softly, looking at the holes and broken bones on the ground.

There was no one in front of him at first, but as soon as he finished speaking, a flash of fire exploded, and a burly figure in military uniform walked out.

This man is General Simmons, who had been in contact with the Great Elder before.

Simmons glanced at the ground, his expression slightly gloomy, and then he whispered, "He wanted to clear the obstacles for you, but failed, and now there is no trace of his body. But it's not a big deal, being able to die on the ancestral land is the dream of many old people."

Ducarlo is the nickname of the great elder.

However, the Great Elder holds a high position, and as time goes by, not many people know his name.

"When I left, he was still a half-grown child. I thought I could meet him and talk to him with an acquaintance this time, but I didn't expect..." Oris shook his head and said, "Who killed him?"

"The number one martial artist in Jiang-E is Su Heng." Simmons replied.

He stretched out his hand and waved it forward. An invisible mental wave distorted the air, and finally formed a slightly illusory picture.

The image on the screen was a half-body image of Su Heng.

At this time, he stood on the hillside, his body was pitch black and huge, holding a bloody body of a demon in his hand. Coupled with that high and mighty, indifferent look that overlooked everything. Even though he only restored a third of his charm in a hurry, it was still very oppressive.

"I don't like this man." Oris took a look and said, "He reminds me of my former enemies."

The picture disappeared and Oris withdrew his gaze.

He looked at Simmons and asked calmly, "What were you doing when Ducarro was fighting the enemy?"

Even in front of this famous ancient hero, Simmons still had an expression of no servility. He lowered his head slightly and replied in a deep voice, "Sir, I have my mission to accomplish, and it is not the right time for me to take action now."

"Timing?" Oris was obviously not satisfied with this answer.

Simmons's shoulders shook slightly, and a large cloud of black smoke suddenly rose from his body. The black smoke blocked the moonlight and spread outward, forming a hanging smoke screen. In the illusory flames, elite warriors wearing heavy armor and holding long spears appeared behind Simmons.

There were thousands of them, and their auras were unified as one.

When they come together at this moment, they give people the feeling of being as aggressive as the wind and as immovable as a mountain.

Even someone who knows nothing about military affairs can tell at a glance that these people are the elite among the elite.

Oris' pupils contracted slightly.

Such an army, even in that turbulent era, was a force that could not be underestimated. It could play a miraculous role in a crucial battle and turn the tide of the war.

Then there was a loud rumbling sound in the smoke, and the disc-shaped warship that had fought with Su Heng appeared. There were two smaller warships beside it, like two satellites of a planet. However, due to the hazy smoke and dim light, it was difficult to see what was happening.

"This is my determination," Simmons said. "I must ensure that this power can be used at the critical moment. Our goal is not only to completely put an end to the remains left by the evil dragon, but also to recapture Dragon Abyss and reunite the demon tribes that have been separated for 4,700 years."

Speaking of it.

His voice unconsciously became higher, and his eyes sparkled with a captivating light.

Simmons severed his connection with the beings behind him, and that restless feeling of eagerness to try disappeared.

He and Oris looked at each other without reservation.

The wariness and scrutiny on Oris's face faded a little, replaced by a bit of admiration.

"It's really great that you can come this far even though your tribe is scattered and declining." He said, "If those old friends can see the scene today, they will surely not regret the efforts they made in the past."

There are many powerful people among the demon tribe.

Including the spiritual consciousness in Oris' body at this time, Drake, the Lord of Light.

With their strength, if they wanted to leave, they could just go into the cracks in Changshengtian and there would be no way to catch them. The reason they stayed and fought to the death was to ensure the continuation of their tribe, so that the weak ones could escape on the Ark battleship.

"My soul is severely damaged. I can't maintain this state for too long." Oris looked up at the moon in the sky and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"Make sure the remains of the evil dragon don't fall into the hands of the enemy." Simmons answered decisively without thinking.

"Okay!" Oris nodded.

There was an air of self-confidence about him, as if he could definitely do what he promised.

Simmons continued, "In Longyuan, there are two powerful humans who need special attention."

"One is Su Heng, whom you have just met."

"The other one is King Qingyang. It was he who broke the seal, which led to a large number of human practitioners pouring into Longyuan." Mentioning King Qingyang.

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in Simmons' tone.

If it weren't for King Qingyang's interference, the opening of the Dragon Tomb would have caused quite a stir, but there wouldn't have been so many people there. One or two casual cultivators were fine, but in Simmons' eyes, they were just like stink bugs on the ground.

But once the quantity goes up.

This is a threat that is extremely destructive and cannot be ignored.

Simmons felt tremendous pressure from this group of people, not to mention the immortals and ghostwriters behind them.

Simmons briefly introduced the martial arts characteristics and past experiences of Su Heng and King Qingyang, and then raised his hand and showed him the portrait of King Qingyang in the same way.

Oris said, "I see."

He exerted a little force with his feet and jumped lightly off the stone.

He took two steps forward, and at first he was a little stiff. It was as if he had just woken up and was not familiar with his current body. But Oris's movements soon became agile, and finally he jumped lightly, and his body turned into a rainbow light and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

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In the secret realm of Dragon Tomb.

Su Heng jumped down from the distant mountain and landed in the basin, on the corpse of the huge black dragon.

Even after death, the aura emanating from Mo Long was still strong, and could be described as fierce and murderous. Ordinary warriors could not even get close to him, as their souls would be shattered, and in the end, no remains would be left.

Even a physique like Su Heng was unable to stop when he fell on the remains of Mo Long.

They all felt a slight stinging pain, passing by their skin. It was conceivable that if such a creature appeared on the battlefield, it would be a terrifying sight. It would be no different from the end of the world, with mountains and seas being moved and a city being destroyed in an instant.

But even such a powerful real dragon has scars all over its body.

The dragon's scales exploded, its skin and flesh rolled up, its tendons broke, and in some places the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. Crossbows and swords were stuck in its flesh and blood.

And around the wound, there were signs of healing. As a divine beast, the dragon's vitality was unusually strong, but even so, it was difficult to recover. It was continuously weakened by various means, and finally killed by a single blow.

Previously, King Qingyang and Zhao Jue had both mentioned that the demons had plans, plus the Ark battleship that disappeared without a trace.

Although Su Heng successfully reached the deepest part of the Dragon Tomb.

But at this moment he was also a little anxious in his heart, so after a simple survey of the surrounding environment, Su Heng began to make preparations.

Because of the cracks in the ground, there was air here. But it was filled with sulfur and poison. Su Heng took a deep breath and felt refreshed. His lungs gradually warmed up. Mo Long's body was over a thousand meters long, and one of the wounds on his body was big enough to fit Su Heng in.

He sat cross-legged in front of the largest blood pit, which corresponded to the seven-inch position, where the heart of the real dragon was located. It can be guessed that it was this blow that completely ended the life of the real dragon.

Inside Su Heng's body, three hearts beat alternately, and the power of the Seed of Destruction spread outward.

Then he used all his strength to activate the Haori magic and the Flesh and Blood Furnace talent.

Swish!
Su Heng opened his mouth and sucked.

A long blood-red rainbow burst out from the wound, merged into Su Heng's body, and was quickly transformed and absorbed.

Because of Su Heng's special physique, coupled with the changes brought about by the long-term integration of dragon marrow, his ability to absorb and digest dragon blood is quite strong. Almost as soon as Su Heng raised his head to swallow the blood and flesh, his abdominal muscles and internal organs began to wriggle, converting it into nutrients for absorption.

Some of the tiny molecules containing the mysterious power of the mythical beast spread outward, bringing about changes while converging into Su Heng's spinal bone marrow, bursting with vigorous vitality.

As the layers of flesh and blood on the real dragon's body were digested and swallowed.

Su Heng only felt extremely hot all over. His body shook, and sharp black spikes pierced through his robe and tore it apart.

He subconsciously transformed into his original form, and only then did he feel much better. As the golden light burst out from the scales and the lightning flashed, Su Heng's body expanded outwards in the shadows and became larger.

At this time, the blood and flesh that had escaped from the wound had been completely swallowed up by Su Heng.

The internal organs were exposed to the view, and a golden metal spear was inserted into the huge red heart that looked like a fireball. It was unknown what material the spear was made of, and many complex ancient runes were engraved on the spear.

Swish!
Su Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to pull out the spear and take it back as a collection.

But at this moment, the runes on the spear lit up one by one, and in an instant, the golden light shone brightly, which was very dazzling. It was like a small golden sun, emitting a scorching power. The spear flew out steadily, spun in the air, and was finally firmly grasped by a slightly slender hand.

(End of this chapter)