Peerless Tang Sect: Bind to God King Tang San at the beginning

Chapter 123 Tang San's Life is Worse Than Death

Deng Mu took a deep breath and began to try to merge the life force in his body with the new destructive force.

He carefully mobilized his life force, allowing it to flow towards the destructive force like a trickle.

At first, as soon as the force of life came into contact with the force of destruction, it caused a slight energy ripple, and the two tested and repelled each other.

Deng Mu concentrated his mind and slowly increased the output of his life force, trying to calm the violent destructive force.

The power of destruction was like a burning black flame, jumping and tumbling, constantly impacting Deng Mu's meridians, trying to break free from control.

The force of life is like a soft green halo, trying to wrap around and penetrate into the force of destruction.

With the continuous infusion of life force, the restlessness of the destructive force gradually weakened, and there were signs of accepting the life force.

Deng Mu keenly noticed this change and accelerated the integration process.

He guided the two forces to intertwine and entangle with each other, like weaving a thin rope.

Gradually, the boundary between the force of life and the force of destruction became blurred, and they began to merge into a chaotic energy, slowly rotating in Deng Mu's body.

This energy sometimes flashes with the emerald green of life, and sometimes bursts out with the darkness of destruction, changing unsteadily.

Deng Mu did not dare to slack off at all. He concentrated on guiding this chaotic energy, continuously compressing and purifying it.

Under his guidance, the chaotic energy gradually shrank in size, but the energy contained within it became more and more violent and turbulent.

Sometimes the branches of the life force want to break away, and sometimes the destructive force launches a violent counterattack. The balance between the two is like a small boat in the wind and waves, which is shaky and may be wasted if you are not careful.

The proportion and fusion rhythm of the two forces were constantly adjusted. As time slowly passed, the chaotic energy finally began to show signs of stability.

The originally violent energy fluctuations gradually subsided. The force of life and the force of destruction no longer fought against each other, but truly merged into one, forming the power of creation.

"Ok?"

Deng Mu was surprised to find that the creative power that had formed began to affect the divine core in his body.

Seeing this, Deng Mu was both surprised and happy. He quickly calmed his mind and focused all his attention on the divine core in his body.

I saw that the power of creation was like a lively elf, seeping into the divine core bit by bit.

At first, the divine core showed some resistance to this strange and powerful force, and a faint light wave appeared on its surface, trying to block out the power of creation.

But how could Deng Mu give up easily? Relying on his precise control over his own strength, he carefully guided the power of creation and slowly invaded the weakest link of the divine core.

As the power of creation continued to deepen, the structure within the divine core began to undergo subtle changes.

The core area, which originally contained a pure aura of destruction, was gradually shrouded in a soft and vibrant halo.

It was the power of creation that was transforming the essence of the divine core bit by bit, changing it from a single destructive attribute to a more mysterious and powerful creative attribute.

Deng Mu could clearly feel that the energy density inside the divine core was increasing rapidly. Every bit of creative power that was incorporated seemed to inject a new vitality into the divine core.

The volume of the divine core also began to slowly expand, as if it was giving birth to a new, more powerful form of energy. However, this process was not smooth sailing.

From time to time, some unstable energy shocks would erupt from inside the divine core, trying to restore it to its original state.

This forced Deng Mu to remain vigilant at all times and constantly adjust the input speed and angle of the power of creation to maintain the balance inside the divine core.

Under Deng Mu's careful control, the fusion of the power of creation and the divine core gradually got on track.

As time went on, the proportion of creative power within the divine core increased. From the initial tiny wisps, it now occupied nearly 10% of the divine core's energy space.

With each increase, the aura emitted by the divine core became more mysterious and powerful, and Deng Mu could clearly feel that the connection between him and this power was becoming closer and closer.

At this critical moment, Deng Mu's body also began to undergo some subtle changes.

A faint glow appeared on the surface of his skin, sometimes showing the emerald green of the power of life, sometimes flashing the dark black of the power of destruction, and finally interweaving into a unique mysterious luster representing the power of creation.

His aura also became deeper and more restrained, like a volcano about to erupt. Although calm on the outside, it contained powerful energy that was enough to change the world.

Finally, when the creative power within the divine core reached ten percent, the entire divine core suddenly trembled violently, and then burst into a dazzling light.

The light instantly illuminated Deng Mu's entire body. His meridians, bones, flesh and blood were all soaked in this powerful force, as if he had received a baptism of rebirth.

Deng Mu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of new light.

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On the other side, the world of gods.

Tang San was originally strolling leisurely in the God Realm with Xiao Wu, enjoying this rare peaceful time.

Suddenly, without any warning, his body stiffened, as if struck by an invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain spread from the depths of his soul and instantly swept through his entire body.

His facial muscles twisted instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks like rain and dripped onto the grass under his feet.

Tang San covered his head tightly with his hands, his legs trembled involuntarily, and his body was slightly bent, as if he was bearing a heavy burden.

Every breath became extremely difficult, his chest heaved violently, and low groans came from his throat, as if he was trying his best to suppress the unbearable pain.

Xiao Wu was so frightened by Tang San's sudden abnormality that her face turned pale. She rushed forward and held Tang San's shaky body tightly with both hands, her eyes full of panic and worry: "Third brother, what's wrong with you? Third brother! Wake up!"

Xiao Wu's voice was filled with tears. She kept shaking Tang San's arm, trying to wake him up.

Tang San endured the severe pain and tried hard to open his eyes. Looking at Xiao Wu's anxious face, he used all his strength to squeeze out a forced smile: "Xiao Wu, don't... worry, I... I'm fine."

However, his pale face and trembling lips clearly told that he was suffering great torture.

At this moment, Tang San felt as if the divine power in his body had fallen into a chaotic turbulence, madly impacting every inch of his meridians and internal organs.

(End of this chapter)