Chapter 389 Endless Corpses

The mana cultivated by "Corpse King Blood Refining Technique" and "Longevity Technique" has the same origin as "Corpse King Reincarnation Technique".

The transformation of the technique is extremely smooth.

At the moment of running "Corpse King Reincarnation Technique", the two mana vortexes in Dantian were mobilized at the same time.

The two kept approaching.

The two vortexes running in opposite directions suddenly collided with each other.

However, when the two collided, there was no vibration in Dantian, and the two began to merge smoothly.

A few days passed.

The two mana vortexes completely merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.

Song Wen opened his mouth slightly and swallowed a golden elixir into his stomach.

The essence of heaven and earth contained in the golden elixir poured into Dantian.

In the newly fused mana vortex, a sesame-sized golden bean pill condensed out.

This is the prototype of the golden pill.

Under the operation of "Corpse King Reincarnation Technique", the golden bean pill began to absorb the mana in Dantian.

Every time the magic power circulated in the body, the golden bean pill grew bigger.

Gradually, bursts of golden light emerged from Song Wen's body, like a golden immortal descending to the earth.

The golden light gradually became stronger, making the entire cave a golden glow.

In the cave, the spirit gathering array continuously extracted the spiritual energy from the top-grade spirit stone, and the pure spiritual energy permeated the entire cave.

Song Wen swallowed the spiritual energy around him, and the spiritual energy was refined into magic power by the "Corpse King Reincarnation Sutra" and flowed into the dantian.

A few months later, a golden pill condensed and rotated non-stop.

The golden pill was like a rising sun, illuminating the entire dantian with a rosy glow.

The golden pill circulated with majestic magic power, flowing through Song Wen's meridians and limbs.

Under the tempering of magic power, Song Wen's body gradually began to strengthen.

Song Wen's appearance kept changing back and forth between a thousand-year-old corpse and a living person.

Finally, he turned into a strange image of an old corpse on the left and a living person on the right.

The rhythm of life and the elegy of death appeared on him at the same time.

Suddenly.

Song Wen felt that in the dark, a powerful and obscure breath quietly descended, like the power of heaven, irresistible.

Suddenly, the whole world began to distort and deform.

Before his eyes,

the world changed.

In a flash, he found himself in an empty void.

Around him, hundreds of thousands of people stood densely.

Among these people, there were men and women, old and young.

They all looked dead, with bleak faces and no life, like standing corpses.

These people stared at Song Wen with a pair of dead eyes.

In their eyes, there was resentment, sadness, hatred, and killing.

So many people gathered together, but no sound was made.

There was not even a sound of breathing.

Song Wen could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

At this moment, Song Wen seemed to have forgotten that he was a cultivator and had forgotten everything about cultivation.

A creepy sense of oppression rose in his heart.

Like a thousand-pound burden, it made it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

He wanted to roar, to break the silent silence, but found that his throat seemed to be locked and he could not make a sound.

People from all directions began to move their feet and slowly came towards Song Wen.

Like four walls of people, they squeezed towards Song Wen.

There were too many people, shoulder to shoulder, crowded together.

These people were very fragile.

Some people had their heads squeezed off, some had their arms squeezed off, and some had their legs squeezed off.

The broken limbs were all over the ground.

Then, they were trampled by the later comers, trampled into minced meat and blood.

Such a horrifying scene made Song Wen's forehead sweat and his body tremble involuntarily.

He wanted to escape, but there were people all around him, and there was nowhere to escape.

He wanted to resist, but he was powerless.

Song Wen felt so small, and deep helplessness and fear filled his heart.

A feeling of despair began to spread.

He felt that his soul was being devoured by despair bit by bit, and his reason was gradually collapsing.

He was like a lamb to be slaughtered, waiting for the final judgment of fate.

Lamb to be slaughtered?

Song Wen suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

But his memory seemed to be sealed by someone, and no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.

The crowd was getting closer and closer, and the fallen heads and limbs, the crushed bodies, and the internal organs scattered on the ground in the crowd.

Song Wen suddenly realized where the familiarity of "lambs to be slaughtered" came from.

It was the corpses placed on the dismemberment table.

On the dismemberment table, Song Wen was like a butcher selling meat, and the corpses were lambs waiting to be sold.

Song Wen butchered the lamb, separating the blood from the flesh, and the flesh from the bones.

Song Wen suddenly laughed.

His smile was hideous and twisted, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled by an indescribable force, as if they were about to tear to the roots of his ears. His teeth were exposed, white and sharp.

His laughter was sharp and piercing, like the devil's laughter from the depths of hell, which made people shudder. His expression was distorted, as if all his muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, and his pupils were dilated, as if he wanted to swallow the whole world.

His smile was full of cruelty and madness, like a demon that had escaped from hell and wanted to choose someone to devour.

"So this is the so-called 'heart calamity'."

"You bunch of dead people, a bunch of dead people who were dismembered by me, actually want to stop me from condensing the golden elixir, it's simply wishful thinking."

"Hahaha..."

"Since you appear in my heart calamity, let me send you on your way again."

Song Wen still couldn't feel any magic power and cultivation in his body. He was still like a mortal, but he was fearless in his heart.

He was like an indomitable warrior on the battlefield. Even if he was alone, facing thousands of enemy troops, he was still fearless and bravely moved forward to launch a fierce charge against the enemy.

He attacked hundreds of thousands of enemies with his own strength.

"Bang!"

Song Wen hit a dead body.

The dead body was like a spliced ​​together, extremely fragile, with limbs separated, head flying, and body exploded.

The bright red blood and smelly internal organs stained Song Wen all over.

Song Wen was like a bloodthirsty demon awakened by blood, with hysterical madness on his face.

He was like a killing god, charging among the corpses as if he was in an empty space.

Flowers of bright red blood bloomed in the air.

The bodies of the corpses burst open.

The broken limbs and internal organs fell to the ground, and blood flowed.

"Die! Everyone must die!"

"Hahaha..."

Song Wen's crazy laughter resounded throughout the void.

He didn't know how long he had been charging. His whole body was soaked in blood, and his clothes were covered with a thick layer of blood stains.

He was exhausted, sore all over, and breathing heavily, as if all the strength in his body had been squeezed out.

His muscles seemed to have turned into cotton, unable to support his body, and even standing became extremely difficult.