Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

The whole process was shrouded in an atmosphere of mystery and solemnity, recreating an ancient ritual with a long history and incomparable nobility.

Because Lingyuan Xuanwu offered himself as a sacrifice, Chen Xiaojun did not feel the intense pain or tearing sensation as expected. Instead, a tingling tingling sensation constantly wandered through his limbs.

He felt that a vast martial soul power like the ocean was continuously gushing out from the soul ring. At first it was like a trickle of water, but gradually, this power became surging, like a rushing river, unstoppable.

The soul power of Lingyuan Xuanwu, with its extraordinary purity, gently and powerfully cleansed Chen Xiaojun's soul power. The clear spring flowed by, taking away a lot of impurities.

Under the influence of this force, Chen Xiaojun could clearly feel that his soul power was undergoing an earth-shaking transformation.

Soul power, this mysterious power, has three important indicators: quality, total amount and purification amount.

The improvement in quality mainly depends on the compression of soul power, but some impurities are inevitable in this process.

Purity is the standard to measure the extent to which these impurities have been removed.

The higher the grade of the soul beast, the purer the soul power it provides will naturally be.

Lingyuan Xuanwu, this super soul beast, has a soul power purity that reaches an astonishing level.

This high-purity soul power is light and powerful, allowing Chen Xiaojun to control it more freely, dispatch it faster, and release more astonishing power.

As this pure soul power flowed through his meridians, he skillfully guided it, continuously flowing into the lower soul nest and finally converging into the two sword beads of Gan Jiang and Moye.

They felt the anticipation of their host, Chen Xiaojun, and trembled slowly. The two magic beads were like two hearts, beating vigorously with the influx of soul power, and each beat emitted an even stronger light.

Gradually, the two magical beads changed, and the shape of a sword began to condense around them.

First is the Gan Jiang Sword, which gradually reveals its ancient and solemn appearance.

The sword is long and straight, with smooth lines, revealing the beauty of calmness and strength, firmness and sharpness.

The hilt is delicate and sturdy, with ancient runes engraved on it, representing the extraordinary origin and mysterious power of the sword.

Overall, the Gan Jiang sword gives people a majestic and inviolable feeling. It is the overlord on the battlefield.

Next is the Moye Sword, which is more slender and graceful than the Gan Jiang Sword.

The sword body presents an elegant curve, as agile as flowing water, and the tip of the sword is sharp and delicate.

The hilt of the Moye Sword is equally exquisite, embellished and inlaid with broken gemstones, making it even more gorgeous and noble.

This sword gives a feeling of lightness and agility. It is like an elf in the wind, able to shuttle between battlefields at will.

Although the two swords have different shapes, they both exude a real and terrifying aura that makes people feel terrified.

As time passed, under the nurturing of Chen Xiaojun's soul power, these two legendary swords were completely formed in the lower soul nest.

After the two swords were formed, a mysterious resonance was generated, and the melodious sound of the swords told an ancient and affectionate story.

The Gan Jiang Sword turned towards the Mo Ye Sword, inviting it to dance with it.

The two swords danced lightly, like two lovers in love. The flashing sword lights spoke of the eternal love.

Their dance is swift and brilliant, illuminating the world.

Finally, the two swords returned to calm. They floated quietly in the soul nest, waiting for Chen Xiaojun's call.

At the same time, Lingyuan Xuanwu slowly closed its weathered eyes and fell into eternal sleep.

As its breath and energy fluctuations gradually stabilized, time became slow and peaceful at this moment.

Suddenly, a spine shining with mysterious luster slowly rose from its huge body, as if carrying endless years and power.

Chen Mu stared at the soul bone and said softly, "It's a torso bone."

Chen Cong seemed calmer. He explained, "Lingyuan Xuanwu has a strong physique, so it's not surprising that it can produce such a trunk bone."

His eyes were always fixed on the slowly rising torso bone, as if he was assessing its value and strength.

Chen Mu couldn't help but ask, "Does Lao Liu need this soul bone?"

Chen Cong glanced at Chen Xiaojun who was trying his best to absorb soul power, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Although this super soul beast's trunk bone is only 30,000 years old, the energy it contains is comparable to the soul bones of other top soul beasts that are 50,000 years old."

"It's up to him to choose whether to use it or not."

At this time, Chen Xiaojun's soul power was growing at an astonishing rate.

The surging soul power was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, rushing madly through each level barrier, level 40, level 41, level 42... His momentum continued to rise.

Chen Mu looked at this scene and exclaimed sincerely: "He passed the soul shock test of the ten thousand year soul beast so quickly, he is worthy of being the sixth one."

Chen Cong explained: "For a soul beast that offered itself as a sacrifice, there would be no resentful residual soul to impact its soul. Without interference, its mental power naturally and smoothly merged into the spiritual sea of ​​the Upper Soul Nest, and its soul power also began to be absorbed on a large scale."

Chen Mu suddenly realized after hearing this, "So there are such benefits!"

He sighed, and at the same time he also joked: "It seems that I need to read more books."

Chen Cong chuckled, "I just know it now."

At this moment, Chen Xiaojun's body suddenly shook, and he fell down heavily like a felled tree. He was hunched over, his whole body was shaking violently, and a low roar came from the depths of his throat. His face was distorted and looked extremely hideous, as if he was trying his best to suppress the unbearable pain.

Chen Cong moved to Chen Xiaojun's side in an instant. However, he did not touch Chen Xiaojun immediately. Instead, he opened the sword eyes in his eyes, shining like stars.

Chen Feng asked in astonishment: "Something went wrong? Can Xiaojun not hold on any longer?!"

Chen Mu frowned and asked doubtfully, "Is the soul power of 30,000 years too high?"

Chen Cong shook his head, his eyes firm, "No, of the thirty thousand years of soul power, more than ten thousand years were directly absorbed by the Gan Jiang and Mo Ye swords. He can bear the remaining soul power."

Chen Jianjun asked anxiously, "Second Uncle, what is Xiaojun's situation now?"

Chen Cong took a deep breath and explained, "Lingyuan Xuanwu is a super soul beast with too much energy. Looking at its huge size, it contains amazing physical energy. It is currently condensing an external soul bone."

His eyes were burning, and this was not the first time Chen Cong had seen such a scene.

"Really?" Chen Jianjun's voice trembled slightly.

"Yeah," Chen Cong nodded, "His current situation is very similar to Xiaoyi's before. As long as he can hold on, he will be fine."

Chen Feng couldn't help but curse: "What a fucking shit luck! Is there no way I can survive this!"

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Even the usually aloof Chen Yanwu couldn't help but complain: "This luck is really a bit shitty."

It seems that even Yi Chen Yanwu, with her cold personality, couldn't control herself and couldn't help but complain.