What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

If one is not careful, the malevolent energy will pierce the heart meridian, and that will be a death sentence that even a great immortal could not save.

But I was not afraid.

Inner peace gives me great confidence.

I took a deep breath, and touched my lower back with my right hand. The black bone needle appeared between the two fingers of my left hand.

Holding it between my fingertips, it seemed to sense the impending feast of flesh and blood, and trembled slightly.

"Let's begin."

I whispered something, then gripped the bone needle tightly with my left hand and, without any hesitation, aimed it at the "Shaohai" acupoint on my right elbow and inserted it steadily.

"Pfft!"

The soft sound of a needle piercing the skin was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

A piercing pain suddenly exploded from my right arm, rushing wildly towards my brain along my nerves.

The pain of forcibly stitching one's own flesh and blood together is something that most people cannot endure.

I gritted my teeth, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out of my forehead.

Despite the excruciating pain, I remained calm and didn't even disrupt the rhythm of my breathing.

I circulated the evil energy within my dantian, and streams of evil energy with a golden luster were forcibly drawn out and gathered on the black bone needle.

The malevolent energy transformed into strands of resilient silk threads.

Under my control, the thread moved back and forth between the skin and meridians of my right arm along with the bone needle.

Each penetration tightly intertwines and strengthens the originally fragile meridians and flesh.

As a large amount of malevolent energy surged into his right arm, the most dangerous backlash of the Self-Sewing Technique arrived as expected.

Countless mournful wails began to echo in my ears.

My vision began to blur, as if a vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood was rushing toward me.

Countless desires, filled with murderous and violent intent, tried to burrow into my brain, wanting to turn me into a madman who only knew how to destroy.

Based on past experience, at this time I must mobilize a large amount of cool energy from between my eyebrows to suppress these illusions.

But this time, the situation has changed.

Just as those demonic sounds and illusions were about to overwhelm my sanity, the evil pill in my dantian suddenly accelerated its rotation.

On the surface of the Demonic Pill, the golden light gifted by the remnant soul of the dragon suddenly shone brightly.

An invisible dragon's might suddenly surged outwards along my meridians.

As this dragon's might spread within his body, the originally arrogant and domineering demonic sounds and illusions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood were like snow meeting the sunlight.

They let out a piercing scream for a moment, then quickly dissipated and retreated.

Those murderous desires were firmly suppressed by Long Wei deep within my meridians, unable to even get close to my brain.

Taking this opportunity, only a small stream of cool air separated from between my brows.

This gentle stream, like a spring breeze and a refreshing rain, soothed away the last vestiges of my agitation.

"Just as I thought."

Looking at the current result, I felt a sense of relief.

It seems that the backlash principles of the Cloak of Fiend and the Sewing Technique are similar, and both can be suppressed by the Dragon's Might.

This means that sewing myself tonight will be much easier than I expected.

Because of the suppression of the dragon's might, the consumption of cool energy by this self-sewing technique was much less than I expected.

This undoubtedly gave me a much higher margin of error, allowing me to focus more intently on the subsequent delicate operations.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

The suturing of the right arm is progressing very smoothly.

Dark red suture lines began to gradually appear on the surface of the skin on my right arm.

They seemed to be alive, pulsating slightly in sync with my heartbeat.

When the bone needle passes through the last acupoint on the right shoulder, the strengthening of the right arm is complete.

But I didn't stop.

The real test has only just begun.

I took a deep breath and raised my mental energy to its limit.

With his left hand holding the bone needle, he guided the thick, malevolent thread of energy, starting from the meridian on his right shoulder and carefully advancing it towards the hidden meridians in his chest.

Every step forward here must be taken with extreme caution.

The bone needles pierced through the skin and flesh of my chest, and I could even clearly feel the tooth-grinding friction as the needle tip brushed against my ribs.

Each heartbeat causes a slight shift in the position of the meridians.

I had to concentrate fully on adjusting the direction of the bone needles to avoid those fatal cardiovascular and cardiac vessels.

Sweat had already soaked through my clothes, dripping down my cheeks onto the cushion with a pattering sound.

The room was deathly silent, with only the sound of my heavy, steady breathing.

As time passed, the evil energy threads wove a tough net through the meridians of the chest cavity, greatly strengthening the originally vulnerable chest defense.

The bone needle traveled all the way to the left, crossed the sternum, and finally arrived at the left shoulder.

This is the final checkpoint connecting to the left arm.

I clenched my teeth, enduring the tearing pain emanating from my chest.

The meridians in his left arm had already been stitched up, and the malevolent energy inside was extremely abundant and domineering.

When the evil energy threads pulled from the right tried to connect with it, a slight repulsion was generated between the two forces.

"Connect me!"

I gave a low shout in my heart, mobilized all the power in my dantian, and forcibly inserted the bone needle into the main meridian of my left shoulder.

"boom!"

The moment the evil energy threads completely connected the meridians on both sides, a muffled thunderclap seemed to resound within my body.

The left and right arms, which had been fighting independently, were finally connected at this moment.

A vast and pure stream of malevolent energy, like a river bursting its banks, started from the right arm, flowed through the strengthened meridians in the chest cavity, surged into the left arm, and then returned to the dantian along another pathway.

A perfect cycle has been completely formed in my upper body!

At the moment this cycle was established, I could clearly feel that the physical strength of my left and right hands had increased to a new level.

The sutures shimmered with a golden, jade-like light beneath my skin, tightly binding my muscles and bones together, exuding a breathtaking sense of power.

More importantly, when the arms were successfully connected, I could feel that the speed at which the evil pill circulated in my dantian was almost 50% faster than before!

This means that the recovery speed and explosive power of the evil energy in my body have undergone a qualitative leap!

"call……"

I slowly pulled out the black bone needle and exhaled a long breath of scorching heat.

The excruciating pain gradually receded like a tide, replaced by an unprecedented sense of comfort and fulfillment.

I looked down at my hands.

Under normal circumstances, they still appear normal.

But as soon as I have a thought, once the evil energy flows, those tough evil energy threads will faintly appear under my skin.

Double arm rotation, opening up the channels.

This retreat was a complete success.

I stood up and stretched my limbs, and my bones suddenly cracked.

Feeling the inexhaustible power within me, my gaze grew even deeper.