mijobooks Chapter 347 Qingdi's Longevity Is Coveted
Chapter 347 Qingdi's Longevity Is Coveted
"What's happening here……"
Li Ang's heart trembled violently, and he raised his right arm subconsciously, but found that he couldn't raise his wrist.
His arms were stiff and cold, and his bones and muscles were as motionless as petrified.
"no!"
Li Ang took a deep breath, gritted his teeth violently, and raised his left arm with brute force, his knuckles crackling.
"Hey... unexpectedly there is a reaction..."
Li Ang was stunned to find that he was able to raise his left hand and tried to perform the basic Fist Technique.
"efficient!"
Li Ang was overjoyed and accelerated the frequency of boxing practice.
He first made a double shape of a tiger and a crane, and then performed the "Qingdi Changsheng Jue", mobilized Dantian's true essence, and punched the acupuncture point on the left shoulder blade.
bang bang bang - bang bang bang -
A series of explosive sounds resounded throughout the room, and Li Ang's muscles and bones seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, causing excruciating pain.
Enduring the pain, Li Ang kept punching the acupoints on the left shoulder blade, squeezing the blood vessels and tendons bit by bit to strengthen the toughness of the musculoskeletal muscles.
Time flies, and half an hour has passed in the blink of an eye.
boom!
Li Ang retracted his fist violently and let out a low growl.
He felt the soreness and pain in his left shoulder gradually subside, and his whole arm felt light, as if it had become another body.
This feeling is very strange, he even has a vague feeling that Own's left arm seems to have been completely reborn, possessing some kind of magical power.
Li Ang took a break and continued to practice boxing.
One minute, three minutes... half an hour, until sunset and dusk, the sky darkened.
Li Ang stopped practicing boxing, moved his sore and itchy left arm, and thought to himself: "The strength of the left hand has indeed increased, but it has not yet doubled the strength, which is the level of the second-order Transcendent strength. It is probably because Poor physical fitness, unable to withstand more energy output."
Li Ang walked out of the secret room, ready to return to the living room.
His vision was suddenly blurred, and bursts of intense stimuli surged into his brain, as if hot steam rose from his mind, making his five senses and mind chaotic.
This feeling lasted for about ten seconds before it slowly dissipated, and Li Ang's vision returned to clarity.
He raised his left hand and found that the fingernails became crystal clear, as beautiful as a work of art.
He gathered his energy, looked at the attribute list, and found that the values of own's strength, agility, and defense had all been greatly enhanced.
Li Ang made a little estimate. In terms of attack power alone, it is enough to compare with the strength of a first-order elite Transcendent.
However, he lacks the Transcendent ability for ranged attacks.
After all, the magic modified version of Transcendent's power mainly relies on the particularity of magic energy, grudge and source quality.
Moreover, Li Ang has only just mastered divine arts, and is not yet familiar with them, so he cannot use them.
"Do divine arts require reciting mantras?"
Li Ang frowned, raised his right hand above his head, and said silently: "Great god, please grant me... Uh, where is this?"
He looked around, and found that he was in a barren mountain, surrounded by withered vegetation, howling wind and swaying will-o'-the-wisps.
"It seems to be my bedroom?" Li Ang was stunned, looking around carefully, "What the hell? There is a coffin in my bedroom? Why don't I remember this thing?"
"Am I dreaming?"
Li Ang muttered a few words, and suddenly found wisps of black air winding around the coffin, wriggling like poisonous snakes.
"What the hell?!"
Li Ang was startled, stepped back quickly, and asked cautiously, "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?"
hiss hiss~
The black mist gathered thicker and thicker, and gathered into a humanoid monster as black as ink.
This guy has a distorted and hideous face, with abscess scars all over his face, wearing gray cloth clothes and a skull badge on his chest.
His pupils flashed red, and he let out a strange and piercing laugh, "Hey hey, young man, you are very lucky to be able to witness the magnificent scene of the coming of the gods with your own eyes."
"The gods come?" Li Ang looked confused, "Where did the gods come from?"
"You don't need to know the existence of my lord, you just need to be obedient.
Your body has been corroded by filth, leaving only a crippled godhead.
The godhead is the most fragile organ, if it is overwhelmed, it will only quickly fail and become the food of evil spirits..."
The black-robed wizard smiled hoarsely, with seals on his hands and squirming lips, "Divine Art · Howling of the Dead!"
There was a shrill scream, like crying, which was creepy.
Li Ang's head buzzed, he lost consciousness instantly, fell into a coma, and fell limply to the ground.
At the same time, Li Ang's soul seemed to be bound by invisible ropes, floating up uncontrollably, approaching the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and being submerged by the bloody moonlight.
The blood moon radiance shrouded Li Ang's body surface, and his left arm and left leg gradually changed abnormally.
The originally pale skin gradually degenerated into dark molten iron, which flowed inside the body and merged with the bones.
"Um?"
Li Ang opened his eyes, horrified.
At this moment, his body took on a strange shape.
His legs were bent, his toes turned outward, and his kneecaps and hipbones were completely shattered, exposing the bloody muscles inside.
Above the legs, a thick and long tail hangs down slowly, with a row of sharp fangs growing at the end.
The coccyx and spine intertwined and circled to form a terrifying and ferocious dragon skeleton.
"What the hell is going on with this tm?!"
Li Ang exclaimed.
He felt himself turned into a monster crawling out of The Underworld.
His legs had been abolished, and only half of his torso remained, as did his arms, except for a thick tail that barely counted as a weapon.
He wanted to stand up, but unfortunately he didn't feel anything, so he could only sit slumped on the ground, watching the muscles peel off from his body, turning into two black and red tentacles.
"It's not right, it's a little too quiet." Li Ang suddenly realized something, looked around, and found that the surroundings were completely silent, without any sound.
It was getting late, and night was covering the land.
Li Ang's pupils shone with purple-gold brilliance, complex patterns emerged on the edges of the pupils, and the pupil skill [Insight] was activated.
He saw groups of gray-white dead bodies lying on the ground, curled up, or lying down.
The body of the dead body was pale blue, skinny and rotten, emitting a foul smell.
"It's a necromancer." Li Ang immediately recognized that the deceased was a ghost summoned by a necromancer.
These ghosts wandered among the tombs, wandering around.
Although they have died, they still retain the ability to move, but their movements are slow and stiff.
When they smell the smell of fresh blood, they will frantically kill them.
Li Ang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly held his breath to block the smell, so as not to be discovered by these ghosts.
Not only that, but he also hid his own body behind a sarcophagus.
Li Ang didn't know what was going on with him now, so he rushed to the cemetery rashly, what if he annoyed those necromancers?
He didn't have the confidence to fight against a legendary mage, even a junior mage.
Li Ang waited for a while, and found that the surroundings were quiet, and no other necromancers appeared, so he dared to look around.
Here is an ancient castle of grand scale, occupying an area of 1,000 kilometers in Fang Yuan.