booktalesy Chapter 125 The Power of the Prison
Chapter 125 The Power of the Prison
Chapter 125 The Power of the Prison (3K)
A dark red light crept up the sole of the boot.
The energy surging from the blood sacrifice array was like a living thing, spiraling upwards along Xu Hao's calf, trying to penetrate his skin.
The old man's voice came from behind, tinged with suppressed urgency: "Don't move! This magic array recognizes blood energy; the more you move, the faster it absorbs it—"
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Hao moved, not to dodge.
He took a step forward, stepping directly into the spiral center of the blood sacrifice array.
A dark red light exploded instantly, like a swarm of sharks attracted by blood, rushing wildly towards his legs.
The old man's pupils suddenly contracted.
Then he saw the most outrageous scene of his life.
The dark red energy had just entered Xu Hao's skin and hadn't even had a chance to rise when it was cut off in half by an even more domineering force.
The Prison Suppression Technique.
The exercise operates automatically.
The metallic patterns deep within the bones act like a net, precisely trapping the blood sacrifice energy between the skin and muscles.
Then—I ate it.
It's not resistance.
It's digestion.
The essence of the blood sacrifice array is to use the life force of living beings to loosen the seal.
The essence of the Prison Suppression Technique is to extract energy from all things in heaven and earth to temper oneself.
The moment the two forces collided within Xu Hao's body, the Prison Suppression Technique directly treated the blood sacrifice energy as a kind of "inferior quality dragon energy".
It may be inferior, but it is still inferior.
Yes, you can eat it.
A low humming sound came from the shinbone.
The dark red energy was crushed, filtered, and purified by the metallic patterns before being infused into the bone marrow.
The spiral rotation of the blood sacrifice array began to become erratic.
It hasn't stopped.
It's reversed.
The energy no longer flowed from Xu Hao to the magic array, but instead flowed from the magic array back to Xu Hao—more precisely, it was forcibly drawn back by the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of his feet.
In the earthenware bowls and copper basins at the edge of the circular pit, the congealed blood began to boil.
A short, muffled groan came from the dome.
The gray-robed priest's voice was no longer calm; it held a hint of disbelief: "You're absorbing my magic circle?"
Xu Hao did not answer.
He glanced down at his feet.
The dark red spiral has shrunk from a third of the hall to a radius of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).
He trampled all the remaining energy under his feet, pouring it into his bones like wringing out a towel.
The progress bar for the Body Tempering Technique of the Prison Suppression Technique was jumping wildly in his sea of consciousness.
Iron Bone Realm, 63%.
Sixty-five percent.
Sixty-eight percent.
The energy provided by the blood sacrifice array is indeed of poor quality, but the quantity is too large.
The blood of more than forty living creatures, plus the blood accumulated from more than ten days of continuous sacrifices, all went to him.
The old man stood at the entrance of the passageway, his white eyebrows trembling like two caterpillars.
His master told him many strange and wonderful stories.
But this—
I have never seen it.
"Young man," the old man's voice was slightly weak, "where did you learn this skill?"
"I found it."
"—Are they really this ruthless in picking them up?"
Xu Hao didn't respond.
He looked up at the dome.
The gray-robed priest was still up there.
The muffled groan just now indicated that the other party had some kind of connection with the magic array. The magic array was backfired, and he was also affected.
But it didn't come down.
Waiting.
What are you waiting for?
In the sea of consciousness, the light of the secondary nail from Shuozhou on the Six Nails Diagram continued to dim.
He absorbed most of the blood sacrifice magic circle, but the loosening of the secondary nail did not stop.
wrong.
Magic arrays are just one of the methods.
The one actually pulling out the nails was someone else.
Xu Hao turned to look at the round pit.
At the bottom of the pit, around the dark gold nail head, a ring of extremely fine black silk thread was spiraling along the nail body.
The thread is not a solid object.
It is a condensation of some kind of intention.
With each rotation, the secondary nail rises one inch higher.
"What is this?" the old man asked as well.
"Sorcery." Xu Hao strode towards the circular pit. "The core technique of the Wusheng Sect. It bypasses the flow of qi and blood, ignores the meridians, and directly interferes with physical entities using willpower."
He had seen something similar in Shengzhou.
The black-robed subordinates of the Bone Goddess who collect souls use this method.
But the gray-robed priest in front of them was clearly more skilled—his mental threads could penetrate the energy layer of the blood sacrifice array and act directly on the secondary nails.
Xu Hao stood at the edge of the pit.
He placed his hand on the Devouring Sea Blade.
It wasn't pulled out.
Drawing the sword is useless.
The most disgusting thing about sorcery is that it's not a physical attack, so it can't be hit.
But the Prison Suppression Technique can.
He stepped his right foot onto the edge of the pit.
Bone resonance.
Starting from the soles of the feet, the energy travels along the metal texture, converging at the right femur, and then—vibrates.
A visible ripple spread from the soles of his feet.
It's not internal energy.
It is a pure physical vibration, amplified through the resonance between the bones and the earth's veins, forming a special frequency.
Ripples swept across the round pit.
The black threads snapped off cleanly, as if they had been scalded.
Another muffled groan came from the dome.
There was something else in the sound this time.
Anger.
"You have ruined my plans."
The voice of the gray-robed priest surged from all directions, no longer resonating and transmitted, but echoing directly throughout the hall.
The exit glowed with a dark red light.
It is not a blood sacrifice array.
are people.
More than forty figures in gray robes poured into the hall from this direction.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized and silent, like a group of marionettes.
The old man's expression changed: "They're all puppets."
Xu Hao glanced at it.
There were more than forty people, and their blood and qi fluctuations varied greatly.
The five strongest are at the Yi Jin Realm, and the rest are at the Duan Gu Realm and Mo Pi Realm.
But his eyes were completely empty.
There was no focus in the pupil, only a layer of grayish-white mist.
They were controlled by sorcery.
"Your technique is effective against my formation; I admire it," the grey-robed priest said calmly. "But can you, alone, withstand forty-three puppets?"
The words fell.
Forty-three puppets moved simultaneously.
There was no probing, no formation.
They swarmed in like a swarm of bees.
The old man grabbed a large knife and held it horizontally in front of him: "I'll block the left!"
Xu Hao drew his sword.
The extreme cold yin energy wasn't released into the Crimson Sand Domain; his current physical body was sufficient.
He only uses a knife.
The first puppet lunged forward.
Peak Bone Forging Realm, unleashing a punch.
A layer of grayish-white mist covered the surface of the fist, and it made a hissing, corrosive sound when it hit the air.
Xu Hao turned to the side and struck the puppet on the back of the head with the back of his blade.
He didn't use any internal energy; he relied purely on the arm strength he gained after being tempered in the Iron Bone Realm.
Click.
The puppet's cervical spine was broken.
His body collapsed, but he wasn't dead; the grayish-white mist in his pupils remained, and his limbs twitched as he tried to get up.
A puppet controlled by sorcery can keep moving as long as the threads of will remain unbroken.
Xu Hao delivered the final blow.
The blade precisely severed a black thread at the back of the puppet's neck that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
The thread broke.
The puppet was completely paralyzed.
But the second and third bodies have already arrived.
Two Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Realm) stages.
One on the left, one on the right, working in perfect harmony.
The one on the left grabbed his left hand holding the knife, while the one on the right lunged at his ribs.
Xu Hao did not back down.
He raised his right arm. Although the arm guard was removed, the hardness of his bones after being tempered in the Iron Bone Realm was no less than that of the arm guard.
He took the elbow strike from the puppet on the right.
boom.
The elbow struck the forearm.
The puppet's elbow joint shattered on the spot.
A faint red mark appeared on Xu Hao's forearm, which disappeared after three breaths.
With his left hand, he swung the Devouring Sea Blade back, severing the threads of will of the puppet on the left.
The two puppets at the Yi Jin Jing level were dealt with in three breaths.
But the remaining forty-one bodies have already been surrounded by merchants.
The hall had been turned into a meat grinder.
The elderly are not having an easy time either.
He wielded a broadsword with great force, but his internal energy was only circulating at 60% efficiency in the Xuan Tie interference field, and he began to pant after a dozen or so rounds.
"Kid! We can't kill all these bastards!"
Xu Hao knew, of course.
The puppet's mental threads originated from the gray-robed priest.
As long as the source is not eliminated, killing more people will be useless.
He forced back three puppets with a single strike, and glanced at the dome in between.
The gray-robed priest has not yet shown himself.
But the sound continued.
"Your martial prowess is exceptional; this humble monk is ashamed to admit his inferiority."
Calm, indifferent, like chanting a sutra.
"But you can only protect me for a time, not forever. This humble monk is determined to plant this nail today."
The nail rose another half inch from the round pit.
New threads of thought descended from the dome, more numerous and denser than before.
Xu Hao's gaze darkened.
The gray-robed priest was stalling for time.
Use the puppet to weaken his body while continuing to drop nails.
Can't delay any longer.
He took a deep breath.
The Prison Suppression Technique is fully activated.
The frequency of bone tremors was pushed to the limit.
The resonance of the earth's veins emanating from beneath my feet spread throughout the hall, forming visible ripples.
Ripples swept across the puppet.
All the threads of thought snapped simultaneously.
All forty-one puppets collapsed in unison.
A muffled groan came from the dome.
Then-
A gray figure fell through the crack in the dome.
Grey-robed priest.
They've finally shown up.
He landed on the opposite side of the circular pit and stood firm.
Bald, tall and thin, wearing a gray monk's robe stained with blood.
His face was pale, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Qi and blood fluctuations – none.
Clean and tidy, just like an ordinary person.
But Xu Hao could sense that this person possessed something more dangerous than blood and qi.
idea.
An extremely vast and solidified thought pressed down on the edge of the sea of consciousness, threatening to enter at any moment.
The gray-robed priest raised his head.
The eyes are grayish-white and have no pupils.
He looked at Xu Hao and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"I have witnessed your skill, benefactor."
A brief pause.
"But do you know, benefactor, that driving this nail in would benefit both of us?"
Xu Hao didn't respond.
The knife was held horizontally in front of him.
The gray-robed priest didn't seem to care and continued talking to himself.
"This nail is sealing nothing but a dragon, a dragon at the peak of the Shattered Realm."
He held up one finger and pointed to his feet.
"The day the dragon awakens will be a time of great upheaval. The old order will collapse, and a new world will dawn. Wouldn't you like to witness it, benefactor?"
Xu Hao finally spoke.
"You finished watching, and then got eaten by a dragon?"
The grey-robed priest smiled.
"You are overthinking it, benefactor. Once the dragon awakens, this humble monk will have his own methods to make it obey."
He pulled a domino from his sleeve.
Carved from white bones, about the size of a palm, its surface is covered with barbarian totem patterns.
It shares the same origin as the weapons used by the hunters under Bone Lady, but is more refined and complex.
"This is a sacred object of the Wolf Court of the Northern Frontier, capable of communicating with dragons."
The gray-robed priest held the dominoes to his chest.
"If you are willing to lend me a hand, I can guarantee you a place in the new world once the matter is accomplished."
Xu Hao stared at the domino for three breaths.
Then he said two words.
"fart."
The gray-robed priest's smile froze.
"If a dragon could be controlled by a broken bone, the Martial Ancestor wouldn't have needed to risk his life to seal it away."
Xu Hao took a step forward.
"You and your gang have been working for Bone Mother from beginning to end. She lays the nails, and you loosen the clay. When Long Zhen wakes up, you'll be the first to die."
The gray-robed priest's face darkened completely.
"Stubborn and obstinate."
He put the dominoes back into his sleeve and formed a hand seal.
The temperature in the hall plummeted.
It's not physical cooling.
It's a kind of psychological oppression, like a pair of auspicious eyes staring at you from all directions.
Mental attack.
A sharp pain came from the edge of Xu Hao's sea of consciousness.
However, the Prison Suppression Technique operates automatically, and the frequency generated by the bone resonance builds a barrier around the sea of consciousness.
The thought struck Shangping Well, causing it to collapse.
The gray-robed priest's pupils contracted.
"Your technique—can even block out thoughts?"
Xu Hao did not answer.
He moved.
He shattered the ground with his feet and shot towards the gray-robed priest.
The Sea-Devouring Blade slashes diagonally.
The gray-robed priest waved his hands, and three black threads of mental energy shot out from his sleeves, wrapping around the blade.
The moment the silk thread touched the blade, an extremely cold and malevolent aura erupted.
The thread froze and broke.
But the gray-robed priest had already retreated to the edge of the pit.
He glanced down at the nail at the bottom of the pit.
Your nail has already risen two inches.
Just one inch away.
"My benefactor, it's too late."
The gray-robed priest bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into the round pit.
The blood fell onto the top of the secondary nail and instantly boiled.
A massive surge of intent erupted from the gray-robed priest, transforming into a gigantic gray-white hand that reached for the servant nail.
Your nail trembled violently.
In his sea of consciousness, the light of the Six Nails Diagram Shang Shuozhou Deputy Nail dimmed to its lowest point.
In three more breaths, he will be expelled.
Xu Hao's eyes turned cold.
He sheathed his sword.
Clench your right fist.
The Prison Suppression Technique is now fully operational.
The frequency of bone resonance was pulled up to the highest value he could achieve.
Then he punched the ground.
boom!
The entire hall shook.
The ground began to crack from the point where his fist landed, and the cracks spread outwards from the circular pit in the center.
The earth's ley line resonance was forcibly activated.
The entire black iron ore vein, spanning hundreds of feet in radius, trembled simultaneously, forming a massive counter-shock that surged up from the ground.
The gray-white palm shattered under the impact of the shockwave.
Your nail sank back to the bottom of the pit.
The gray-robed priest spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward and crashing into the wall.
He struggled to his feet, and most of the grayish-white mist in his eyes dissipated.
"you----"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Footsteps could be heard coming from the exit of the hall.
It wasn't just one person.
It's a group of people.