Forty Deaths' Rebirth Summoning
Jing Ke, 40 years old
What is she going to do in this desolate place?
"With the blood of my clan's leader, I shall cleanse the pain of the countless vengeful spirits... As long as you can become stronger! Oh, divine spirit of my Western Frost Clan, control the power of the dragon storm (summon the beasts), and drain my blood dry to grant the vengeful spirits endless strength..."
His mouth was still muttering, his hand unknowingly already grasping a small dagger, which he viciously plunged into his own chest...
Everyone was shocked by her unexpected move and shouted: "No... Han Huang... Don't..."
"Huh?" With a soft cry, Xiao Guo had already forced her wounded body to its strongest state, and swiftly flew towards the child: "Faster, if I'm any faster I can still make it... Hmm? What's that?" Just as she was about to grab the dagger in Han Kuang's hand, Xiao Guo felt a surge of killing intent behind her ear, and hastily shifted her direction slightly. A flash of lightning then streaked by.
Who is it? Who is secretly attacking Xiao Guo?
A gentle breeze slowly fell, but saw Han Huang's face was filled with surprise: the dagger in her hand that had been rapidly stabbing towards herself finally stopped, less than a fist away from her own chest; on her body, a layer of faint mist enveloped her, and as the mist grew thicker, it could be seen that it was a white tiger-like creature that had tightly bound Han Huang from behind, rendering her immobile!
"Who? Who are you?"
"Sister... sister?..."
At the same time, he heard Xiao Guo's surprised question and Han Huang's joyful voice. However, he saw that the "White Tiger" had lost its original appearance, and behind Han Huang, a stunning white-clothed woman had suddenly appeared out of thin air...
A snow-white long dress, an outer garment of light purple silk gauze, a waist tied with a light purple silk ribbon, lightly fluttering in the wind. The faint white glow rising from her body quietly reflected on her and the desolate wilderness, reflecting a faintly dazzling jade-like luster, hazy and indistinct, making it hard to distinguish reality from illusion.
A neck as white as swan's down, and a pair of dark green eyes with long and dense eyelashes. Shoulders like chiseled jade, waist like willow branches, skin like congealed fat, and an aura like the fragrance of orchids. What a beautiful woman...
"Sister... sister..." Hurriedly turning around, Han Huang excitedly shouted: "Sister, you've finally come..."
With a loud "slap", the stunning woman fiercely gave Han Huang an ear slap, scolding: "Foolish girl, what were you thinking? You actually used the 'White Tiger Soul Summoning Technique'! If your sister had arrived a moment later, you would now..."
As she spoke, she turned her head back in anger and asked Xiao Guo in a low voice: "Han Huang, tell sister, was it them who forced you to use it?"
"Hanshen sister, no, it's not them forcing Hanshuang, it's Hanshuang herself who wants to do this!"
Listening, Xiaoguo also understood why she was secretly calculating herself earlier. It turned out that she was actually Hanhuang's sister and must have misunderstood that they wanted to harm Hanhuang. With a gentle smile, she clasped her fists and said: "You've got it wrong, we don't know anything about the 'White Tiger Soul Summoning Technique'. Earlier, I saw Hanhuang holding a dagger as if he was going to harm himself, just when I was about to intervene to save him, fortunately you arrived in time and resolved this false alarm!"
No return gift, Han Yan coldly smiled, icy to the extreme, lightly said to Han Huang: "You listen, silly girl, the summoning technique you used just now is an ultimate skill that summons the spiritual energy between heaven and earth at the cost of one's own life, making someone or a group of people's combat power suddenly increase. Once used, you yourself are almost doomed... So, never be deceived by some people, especially beautiful women, whose hearts are often more terrifying than poisonous scorpions..." As she spoke, her eyes were already icy and staring at Xiao Guo.
Is it said: Heroes often pity heroes, while cities are often jealous of countries?
She lightly adjusted her wind-blown green blouse, and a waterfall of black hair danced in the breeze. Her pale face smiled faintly, evoking even more pity, but the air of haughty coldness between her eyebrows was even thicker at this moment. Turning back, she gently landed on the city wall. Xiao Guo didn't continue to pay attention to the empty and desolate sisters in the sky, and instead looked worriedly at the distant battlefield with a concerned face.
At this moment, the distant place has already been rolling with thick clouds, and countless golden lights are hanging high in the sky - that is the original scales on the body of the wind messenger, which have now accumulated full power and turned into a shocking thunder.
"Hahaha, the Thunder of Destruction, that's exactly when I transformed into the strongest dragon in this world - the Amethyst Dragon, and my shedded scales turned into a powerful thunder attack...!" Feng Xinzhi sneered with pride: "Jing Ke, Jing Ke, how many thunders can you withstand? It doesn't matter anyway, just over 9,000 of them, hahaha..."
He took a step back, steadied his horse stance, and chuckled softly: "Damn it, Feng Xinzhi, you little brat said it was easy, didn't you? Haha... I didn't think you had this move in you. I can take a few dozen at most, but more than that would be unbearable... It seems, haha, I'm really done for..." As he spoke, his smile faded, and he turned to look at the head of Ye Wang City: "Xiao Guo... I'm sorry, I've wronged you..."
"Hansmoke sister, look quickly!" On the city wall, Hanshuang jumped on tiptoes and shouted: "Brother Jingke can't defeat that big dragon, sister think of a way quickly!"
"Hmm... Master isn't going to make it either?" Han Feizi had just stood up, looked around, listened for a moment, and then sat back down: "Master really shouldn't have come..."
The warriors on the ground were now terrified to the extreme: "Look quickly... what is that? Heaven!..." The just-recovered morale was instantly destroyed, and they fled in all directions again, hiding in confusion.
"Here comes Jing Ke, brother!" A loud roar erupted, and the majestic dragon's body in the sky suddenly curved, becoming like a rainbow bridge: "Wú Línzǐ Lóng Shā - Miè Tiān Lín Léi! Up!"
With the roar, the golden flash in the sky rapidly expanded, and every lightning bolt around it crackled instantly. Finally, a thunderbolt that had accumulated energy to its extreme limit roared down from the air.
Jing Ke stared, his eyes wide with wonder: "What speed is that? Heaven!" His body, already prepared for battle, instinctively burst out in an instant, and his body rapidly flew to the other side to avoid it.
"What?!" Just as the thunderbolt was about to strike the ground, it suddenly stopped and turned towards Jing Ke's hiding direction, shooting rapidly. Jing Ke exclaimed in shock: "Damn, is it guided after all?" He didn't dare to slow down and continued to accelerate his escape. The thunderbolt behind him was closing in infinitely...
"Th...thorns......" The small fruit on the city wall clasped its hands together, its body already drenched in sweat, but its hands were getting colder and colder...
A deafening crash of thunder boomed. The first clap of thunder finally burst forth.
"Awesome! Awesome!" In the last second, Jing Ke barely avoided a speeding bullet, but the thunderbolt that didn't have time to "turn around" heavily struck the top of the small mountain in front, and after the huge explosion, the top of the small mountain was actually flattened. The electric sparks generated by the explosion also easily cut open wounds on Jing Ke's arm and cheek.
"Hahaha... Jing Ke, brother, your skills are not bad! Hahaha, this time come ten at once!" The sinister, complacent, and arrogant laughter rose again, and with the sound stopping, there was another burst of "crackling" sounds in the air, saying ten, but seeing dozens of shocking thunders rushing over...
"It's all over..."
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Radiating dazzling light, with a long tail behind him, dozens of thunderbolts rapidly smashed down from the sky in Jing Ke's desperate eyes. But at this moment...
A dark shape was seen rushing towards Jing Ke, and Jing Ke whispered: "What is that?"
"What? What is this?" The proud Feng Xunzi also let out a furious roar at this moment: "You dirty trash dare to offend me, the great Dragon God?"
It was the vengeful spirits, after the cold and desolate command, they had begun to launch a full-scale attack on the dragon god. At this moment, the vengeful spirits at the forefront had caught up, with hundreds of them pouncing onto its long body, tearing and biting. Gazing at the thunderbolts that were rapidly falling from the higher skies, countless vengeful spirits charged towards the golden flash of light with reckless abandon.
The sky suddenly echoed with Feng Xinzi's even more ferocious roar: "No..."
"Rumble... rumble... boom boom..."
The sound of the explosion was incessant, those resentful spirits, when the thunderbolt passed by Feng Xinzhu's side from top to bottom, they rushed up and detonated the thunderbolt.
Jing Ke on the ground burst out laughing: "Haha! Feng Xinzi, it must be very comfortable to blow yourself up!" But then a black shadow rapidly fell from above and heavily smashed beside him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be one of Feng Xinzi's "Dragon Hands", which had now deeply buried itself in the mud.
"Kill us all!"
A deafening roar reached its climax, and the flash of light that still lingered in the air exploded again. Immediately after, the flash was torn apart from within, and tens of millions of rays of light shot out. With one final massive boom, the brilliant light faded away, leaving behind only Feng Xingzi, who had been battered and bruised - having lost a dragon claw and with his deer antlers broken...
Looking at the countless resentful spirits that kept jumping towards him from the ground, he was already furious: "Extinction Heaven Scales Thunder - kill all these trash..."
Hearing this, Jing Ke was greatly shocked and turned pale. He quickly turned around and shouted towards the direction of Wild King City: "You guys hurry up..."
But his voice was soon drowned out by the thunderclap in the air - thousands of thunderclaps, pouring down on the resentful souls on the ground and in the air without reservation...
This will be the opening of hell...
"On the city wall, Xiao Guo hastily shouted loudly: 'Everyone quickly lie down...'"
But the sound had not stopped, and distant explosions began: countless thunderbolts exploded in the air or on the ground, shaking the mountains and earth. In the dazzling intense flashes of light, the deafening roar was even more stunning.
"No...no way...Brother Jing Ke was killed..." Han Huang, who had been knocked to the ground by Han Yan, struggled free from his sister's embrace at this most critical moment and shouted as he flew towards where Jing Ke had originally stood.
All expressions have solidified - isn't this suicide? Is she going to use the "White Tiger Soul Summoning Technique" to boost Jing Ke's combat power?
"You're not going to make it, Han Huang..." Han Yan screamed as he rushed out with all his might, tightly embracing Han Huang in mid-air. "With your strength, you can't even get close to Jing Ke! Sister knows what your fate is... but also knows her own fate! You go back... live well before your fate arrives..." He shouted, using force to throw Han Huang back in the direction he came from.
"Sister... no..."
Looking at her sister who was getting farther and farther away, a faint smile appeared on her cold face. "Goodbye, my beloved sister!" She turned around, clasped her hands together in a strange gesture, and began to chant loudly: "Oh, gods of the Western Frost Wastes, I offer you my blood! Let the White Tiger's power control the tornado's fury, grant Jing Ke endless strength, let my death summon the White Tiger's soul to reincarnate Jing Ke's life, and obtain the power to conquer all!"
"No... sister..." Her body continued to fly backward, but tears remained suspended in front of her like pearls. Han Huang stretched out his hands and desperately shouted: "Don't go..."
"Farewell, little sister... Sister loves you, sister's fate is to dedicate her life at the moment of your greatest crisis... And you, sister's most beloved little sister, what is your fate? Before the moment when you can't help but face death, live well! Farewell... little sister..."
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