txolops Chapter 27 Today, the Heaven-Shaking Technique is newly formed. Please, True Lord, test the spear!
Chapter 27 Today, the Heaven-Shaking Technique is newly formed. Please, True Lord, test the spear!
As Gu Xuan channeled a wisp of pure, azure-gold spear light into his fingertips.
The last trace of crimson gold on the spear tip finally connected end to end, completely closing the gap.
The crimson gold patterns seemed to be infused with a soul, transforming into ferocious dragons that entangled and intertwined on the pitch-black gun barrel.
"Zheng—!"
A sharp, piercing metallic clang suddenly erupted inside the weapon-forging tent.
The crimson dragon pattern burst forth with a dazzling blood-red light, and the entire spear suddenly trembled, soaring into the sky like a ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles!
"boom--!"
The sturdy top of the weapon-forging tent was instantly smashed through.
The heavy wooden beams, as thick as a thigh, shattered instantly, and the thick oilcloth broke into countless flying fragments.
The spear, accompanied by a sharp cry, tore through the tent and shot into the sky.
The spear tip pointed to the sky, the butt of the spear hung low to the ground, silently hovering a hundred feet above the Shang army camp.
Just as the spear came to a stop.
Within a radius of 100 feet.
The Shang soldiers, who were taking advantage of the peace to rest and meditate, suddenly felt their blood and magical power, which were flowing smoothly within their bodies, tighten abruptly.
just like......
An invisible hand descended from the sky.
It forcefully and ruthlessly probed into their Qi Sea and meridians, seizing the wisp of Daoist essence that they had painstakingly condensed within their bodies.
"What—"
A general at the Earth Immortal realm suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing drastically.
next second.
He had painstakingly accumulated a trace of sword intent and Daoist charm during his life-or-death battles.
It was forcibly and silently pulled out of the meridians and flowed rapidly towards the high sky in the center of the camp!
No matter how frantically he used his cultivation technique to suppress it, it was to no avail.
"Magic power!"
"My magic has been drained!"
The core area of the entire Shangjun camp.
Thousands of soldiers and officers who were practicing their cultivation opened their eyes in alarm.
Some people had ashen faces and clutched their chests tightly.
Some people's hands were trembling violently, their eyes filled with panic and helplessness.
Each and every one possessed a unique yet equally pure Daoist essence, fragments of laws, and even faint hints of artistic conception…
Like rivers flowing into the sea, they silently yet powerfully converge towards the long spear in the sky.
As it continued to devour, the crimson-gold dragon pattern on the gun became increasingly intense and eerie.
Even the temperature within a hundred feet was soaring wildly, distorting the surrounding space.
......
Below, inside a large, chaotic weapon-forging tent.
Mo Lihai collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, gasping for breath.
He stared intently at the eerie spear above his head.
Just a moment ago...
His profound magical power, which was at the level of a Xuanxian immortal, was unexpectedly drained of a thin strand.
After a moment of silence.
An unsightly smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of Mo Lihai's mouth.
But his eyes revealed a fanatical joy at witnessing the birth of an unparalleled weapon.
"This gun..."
He swallowed hard, his voice dry and hoarse.
"It's a living thing."
Not far away.
"Bang!"
Mo Liqing slapped the broken wood beside him, shattering it.
He also felt that unusual throbbing within his body, and uttered two words in a hoarse voice.
"Great gun!"
As the laws and Daoist principles that had been forcibly plundered from the camp gradually gathered and were absorbed, the remaining elements were gradually absorbed.
The long spear high in the sky slowly fell back into the tent, as if by some unknown time.
It hung silently in mid-air in front of Gu Xuan.
The gun's body is covered in flowing, crimson-gold dragon patterns, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.
Gu Xuan remained calm and slowly extended his right hand.
The gun felt cold to the touch and trembled slightly in my palm.
A familiar, all-too-familiar feeling of hunger emanated from the gun.
Gu Xuan lowered his eyes slightly.
I gently brushed over the crimson-gold dragon patterns on the gun.
"It is indeed a good gun."
Feel the domineering power within the gun, which is of the same origin as himself and as easy to control as his own arm.
He said calmly, "Effective immediately..."
"Your name—"
"Shaking the Heavens".
The moment the words fell.
"Buzz—!"
The gun suddenly emitted a loud, resounding clang.
It seems to be responding to the name that has long been etched into its very bones.
Before Gu Xuan could fully experience it...
A clear, cold, and hoarse voice pierced through the swirling sandstorm.
"Gu, Xuan!"
"come out--"
"World War I!"
The sound wasn't loud.
Yet it clearly drowned out the noise inside the Shang army camp.
Gu Xuan looked down at the Heaven-Shaking Spear in his hand, which had now fallen silent.
"Yang Jian?"
"You've come at the perfect time."
A very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and walked out of the dilapidated tent.
He casually summoned the East Sea Dragon Horse, which was hiding in the distance, its hooves pounding restlessly and its breath spitting out flames.
He flipped himself onto the horse and raised his spear in one hand.
They headed straight for the gate of the Shang army camp.
Countless soldiers of the Shang army along the way saw the black spear with crimson-gold dragon patterns wrapped around Gu Xuan's hand.
Unconsciously, I stopped everything I was doing.
They silently and neatly stepped back to the sides, making way for a wide avenue, and silently lowered their heads.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
In front of the Shang army's main camp.
One hundred enormous war drums made of Kui ox hide were struck simultaneously.
Amidst the deafening drumbeats, the Shang army's formation slowly retreated to both sides like a black tide.
A wide, flat passage leads directly to the front lines of the two armies.
But today...
But the cheers of the past were gone.
A deathly silence reigned.
A young man dressed in black armor held a long spear upside down in one hand.
He casually held the reins, slowly urging his horse forward, and came towards us from the passage.
Yang Jian, dressed in a silver robe, stared intently at the figure.
The moment he saw the other person's gaze, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
"big...."
But then, the murmur in his mouth vanished without a trace.
Yang Jian's gaze was drawn, as if by an invisible, engulfing force, to the long spear in the other's hand, which was jet black and entwined with crimson-gold dragon patterns!
I only glanced at it...
Just a glance!
Yang Jian's breathing suddenly froze.
The silver light of the divine markings on his forehead flickered incessantly.
The silver divine light hidden beneath it almost tore through flesh and burst forth!
......
Gu Xuan rode his horse to the front of the formation and looked at Yang Jian expressionlessly.
Then...
He slowly turned his head around.
His gaze swept over the hundreds of thousands of troops and landed on the highest point of the Shang army camp gate behind him.
A large black banner with gold lettering proclaiming "No War" is fluttering in the morning breeze.
Gu Xuan watched quietly for a moment.
He turned to look at Yang Jian again, his tone flat and without any inflection.
"Protesting in front of the truce sign."
"The True Lord of the Pure Source and Wondrous Way..."
"That's incredibly persistent."
Upon hearing this...
Yang Jian's body swayed almost imperceptibly.
The knuckles of the hand gripping the three-pointed double-edged sword gradually turned white.
He opened his mouth, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Gu Xuan, as if she wanted to say something.
Gu Xuan didn't give him a chance to speak at all, interrupting him directly.
"Fine."
He lowered his head slightly.
He glanced at the Heaven-Shaking Spear in his hand, which was pointing diagonally at the ground.
On the gun barrel, streaks of crimson-gold dragon patterns flowed endlessly as if they were alive.
An extremely strong sense of hunger spread continuously from the gun barrel to his palm.
Gu Xuan slowly raised his head to look at Yang Jian.
Deep within the pitch-black pupils, a razor-sharp lapis lazuli exploded.
then......
The tip of the spear was raised inch by inch.
Pointing at Yang Jian, who was rooted to the spot ahead, he unleashed a three-inch-long, sharp, azure-gold ray of light!
"Today is the beginning of the heaven-shaking success."
"Please, Your Excellency, test the gun!"
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