Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1136

Chapter 1136: Chapter 1163: The Little Old Man Who Never Lies! (Three More) Chapter 1136: Chapter 1163: The Little Old Man Who Never Lies! (Three More) Yang Zhen was thrilled!

This unknown Blood Refining Technique was fantastic.

It could actually activate the Heaven and Earth's Blood Qi Seed within his body.

Moreover, Yang Zhen had a feeling that if he could cultivate this technique to the perfect stage, he might completely refine his body, integrating various powers within himself to form a truly unique strength that belonged only to him.

That was pretty awesome.

But for now, he'd better get through the tribulation first.

Yang Zhen looked up at the terrifying sea of blood in the sky, a divine punishment triggered by the Heaven and Earth's Blood Qi, because, carelessly, he seemed to have overdone it again, detonating the Blood Qi Seeds within him, which drew the attention of the heaven and earth's rules.

Damn, how annoying is it to have this kind of divine punishment every two or three days?

Yang Zhen took out his Great Missing Sword, glanced at Zhou Tong, who looked completely baffled, and decided to break up this divine punishment first.

“Kid, what are you trying to do?”

Zhou Tong's face showed a look of astonishment as he stared at Yang Zhen and said, “With your current strength, directly confronting this divine punishment could be disastrous.”

Yang Zhen exclaimed in surprise, unexpectedly seeing a worried look on Zhou Tong's face, unsure whether the old fool was afraid he would get hurt or simply die, leaving no one to show off for him, or if he was genuinely concerned about him getting injured.

No matter the reason, Yang Zhen was very grateful to the old man, so he promptly put away the Great Missing Sword, deciding not to confront the divine punishment head-on.

“Fine, I won't confront it head-on…” Yang Zhen said to Zhou Tong with a grateful expression.

Zhou Tong was startled, heaved a sigh of relief, and before he could speak, he saw Yang Zhen make a dash toward the divine punishment thunderclouds.

“I'll try if I can directly refine it!”

“I… you… goddamn kid!” Zhou Tong jumped up suddenly.

Directly confronting it is already not feasible, and now you want to try to refine it?

Throughout the ages, who has ever heard of someone being able to directly refine divine punishment thunderclouds?

This is Heaven and Earth's Blood Qi, stuff that takes lives.

Just as Zhou Tong had jumped up but had not yet reached his highest point, Yang Zhen had already entered the thunderclouds of divine punishment.

Zhou Tong opened his mouth, stamped his foot, and cursed a couple of times at the goddamn kid. A large gourd appeared in his hands, he hesitated for a moment, looked at his own thumb, then fiercely bit into it, as if he was biting on Yang Zhen himself, grimacing with pain.

“Hiss!”

A sound of a sharp intake of breath came, Zhou Tong shook his hand and hastily drew a complicated array on the gourd, which suddenly expanded in the wind and grew to about thirty feet in an instant.

Whoom–!

A tidal wave of energy burst forth from the gourd, rushing into the divine punishment thundercloud in a blink.

“Kid, this is a treasured item that I have been saving for many years, this kind of divine punishment could trigger my own tribulation, there's only so much I can help you with.”

Looking at the wildly ferocious Heaven and Earth's Blood Qi thundercloud, Zhou Tong called out to the sky with a pained expression on his face.

Within the punishing thundercloud, Yang Zhen, who was gritting his teeth, suddenly felt a wave of warmth coming to him. The billions of cells in his body seemed to have come alive, becoming extraordinarily active. Terrifying power surged into his body from this warm aura and madly rushed out. After several cycles, Yang Zhen's condition had reached the best state he could achieve.

Oh, this old man really is willing to pay a hefty price.

Just how terrifying is the Quanyang Holy Root that Zhou Tong is willing to go to all lengths to take Yang Zhen to some grand gathering?

At the moment, Yang Zhen could not afford to be distracted by wild thoughts. The warmth Zhou Tong had introduced seemed to not last much longer, so Yang Zhen took the opportunity while his body was not in so much pain, sat cross-legged, and positioned himself at the very center of the punishing thundercloud.

At the same time, the Nameless Blood Refining Technique within him suddenly operated at full speed, forming an image of Nine-Star Linked Beads above Yang Zhen's head.

Nine fist-sized Blood Qi beads shone brilliantly above Yang Zhen's head, looking incredibly mystical.

The Nameless Blood Refining Technique, when cultivated to the extreme, could form Nine-Star Linked Beads above the head, swallowing the sky and devouring the earth. Even the Heaven and Earth's Blood Qi could be devoured for one's own use.

This was the real reason why Yang Zhen did not use the Great Missing Sword to shatter the punishing thundercloud but instead tried to refine and absorb it.

“Blood Refine, activate!”

As Yang Zhen roared, his eyes flashed with blood light. The Blood Qi beads of Nine-Star Linked Beads atop his head suddenly blazed brilliantly and began to spin rapidly.

Within the terrifying punishing thundercloud, where lightning was rampant, streaks of lightning that seemed like giant dragons descended toward Yang Zhen but were all blocked by his Nine-Star Linked Beads.

A terrifying suction burst forth from the Nine-Star Linked Beads, and the sky's Blood Qi, swirling at a terrifying speed, madly rushed toward the spinning beads.

Not far off, Zhou Tong, who was anxiously pacing and continuously cursing the reckless young man, felt the pull of the heaven and earth's auras. His eyes rounded in disbelief as he stared at Yang Zhen.

Until Yang Zhen absorbed the last bit of Heaven and Earth's Blood Qi, and only dry, hoarse-throated thunder dragons were still roaring and struggling under the collapsing dark clouds, Zhou Tong had not blinked an eye, his mouth wide enough to swallow his own fist.

“What is going on?”

Zhou Tong muttered to himself with a ludicrous expression, then angrily said, “Reckless young man, having such a powerful Blood Refining Technique, why do you still need my Nameless Blood Refining Technique? Aren't you a bit too greedy?”

Yang Zhen jumped up and landed in front of Zhou Tong, settled the wild ocean-like Blood Qi within his body, grinned, and said, “Old man, honesty is crucial in life. You promised that after I perfected the Nameless Blood Refining Technique, you'd give me another cultivation method or martial skill, and now you want to go back on your word. Don't you want your face anymore?”

“What?” Zhou Tong's beard bristled as he stared at Yang Zhen and said, “Reckless young man, do you think I have never practiced the Nameless Blood Refining Technique? What you just used is not even…”

“Aha, you admit it now?” Yang Zhen glared at Zhou Tong and said, “Naughty old man, you're so wicked. Not a word of truth comes from your lips. Luckily, this Sao Saint is known as honest and reliable lad. It's indeed beneath me to associate with someone as untrustworthy as you.”

“You?” Zhou Tong sized up Yang Zhen and said, “If you're known as an honest and reliable lad, then I'm the old man who never lies. Bah, boy, confess. What cultivation method did you use just now? It indeed seemed somewhat similar to the Nameless Blood Refining Technique.”

“Give me a martial skill worthy of this Sao Saint's status first!” Yang Zhen held out his hand.

Zhou Tong glared, about to speak. Suddenly, Yang Zhen grinned, winked at Zhou Tong, and said, “Didn't you notice? The Nameless Blood Refining Technique has a few peculiar aspects; it seems entirely incorrect.”

“Nonsense, you could tell, and how could I not… What did you say?” Zhou Tong's eyes nearly popped out. He glanced at the slowly dissipating punishing thundercloud above, then suddenly screamed, “Impossible!”

“Nothing is impossible, so will you or will you not give it?” Yang Zhen turned and walked away.

Zhou Tong hurriedly followed, staring in bewilderment at the back of Yang Zhen's head, his face full of incredulous expressions. Then, as if he remembered something, he grinned, looking every bit the image of a plump, doddering old man.

Chapter end

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