Chapter 457: Cold Wave
On the cliff beside the river,
Qin Shuang was still comforting Nie Feng.

In Nie Feng's view, he was the one who harmed Bu Jingyun. He felt guilty and sad. He was so heartbroken that he wished he could die immediately to atone for his crime.

Qin Shuang was also saddened by Bu Jingyun falling off the cliff, but he knew that he had to stabilize Nie Feng first, otherwise Nie Feng might be in trouble again today.

At this moment, a strange but clear bamboo flute sound was heard from the cliff.

Because there was something wrong with the sound of the flute, when Qin Shuang heard it, the nameless fire deep in his heart was instantly aroused, and a strong murderous intent emerged. Qin Shuang suddenly woke up and said, "Not good!"

really,

Nie Feng beside Qin Shuang had already woken up from his demonic state, but as the flute played, the devilish aura in his eyes emerged, and it seemed that he would turn into a cold-blooded demon again at any time.

"Junior Brother Feng, wake up and don't let your consciousness be suppressed by the evil." Qin Shuang shouted loudly.

"Big Brother... hurry... hurry and kill me, the dragon vein seems to be unable to suppress the evil in my body." Nie Feng tightly grasped the gray-white dragon vein in his hand.

Qin Shuang looked at Nie Feng, and a fierce struggle appeared in his eyes.

"Hurry! Brother, hurry up..."

Finally, Qin Shuang raised his fist and used the Sky Frost Fist to help Nie Feng escape.

A gust of icy air came from nowhere and knocked Qin Shuang away. His body fell straight into a cliff in the distance, and his life or death was unknown.

Shortly afterwards.

A figure wearing a strange ice mask appeared on the top of the cliff.

His walking posture was extremely strange, and he was playing a bamboo flute in his mouth.

Following the sound of the flute, Nie Feng finally fell into the evil path again.

Nie Feng did not attack the man, but just stood quietly by the side.

Although the eyes of the possessed Nie Feng were a dead black, they gave people a dull feeling.

The man wearing the ice sculpture mask looked at Nie Feng and a look of joy appeared in his eyes. Then he blew the air while walking down the cliff.

Nie Feng also followed this person and left.

. . . . . . .

After Nie Feng and the masked man left, Wang Ming walked out from a hill not far away.

"Indra's power is so profound and terrifying!" Wang Ming couldn't help but sigh.

Wang Ming has the ability to kill the possessed Nie Feng, and he also has the ability to remove the evil from him.

However, it is impossible for Emperor Shitian to control the possessed Nie Feng like a puppet.

What shocked Wang Ming the most was the way Emperor Shitian controlled Nie Feng.

That method...

That is the flute sound played by the piccolo!
Wang Ming had to admit that the method was really rubbish, it was just an ordinary sonic martial arts.

It is because of this that the horror of Indra is reflected.

Emperor Shitian controls Nie Feng simply by using sound waves as a medium to transmit his powerful skills.

The essence of this control is his profound and boundless skills.

Indra is the most powerful person Wang Ming has ever met.

Even Zhu Wusi, the Iron-Hearted Divine Marquis of "the World's Number One", cannot compare to him.

Zhu Wusi's skills are very strong and have been around for more than a thousand years.

However, if the quality of his skills is converted into that of Indra, it would be less than five hundred years.

Among all the people Wang Ming has ever met, Emperor Shitian’s martial arts is definitely the strongest.

The only person who can fight with him is Yin Zhong.

"It seems that it is safer to hide in this world. With Emperor Shitian's power, I can't kill him unless he tries to kill himself." Wang Ming said to himself. Of course, if Wang Ming didn't care and absorbed other people's power, or ate a few dragon essences, he could still compete with Emperor Shitian.

but……

Wang Ming was not willing to do these. Absorbing other people's skills would cause his mind to be affected by the mixed essence, energy and spirit in the skills, which would cause great trouble for him to break through to a higher level later.

Moreover, in Wang Ming's opinion, it is easier to practice on his own than to absorb the power of others.

Dragon Essence is not a good thing just because it comes out.

The dragon essence contains the viciousness of an evil dragon, and no powerful spiritual technique can be easily affected by it.

That thing must be digested slowly, instead of swallowing it in one gulp like Duan Lang and the others did.

. . . .

Wang Ming walked to Wuming's side and checked his condition. He had several broken bones and many internal injuries. He was basically on his last breath.

Subsequently,

Wang Ming placed one hand on Wuming's back and slowly injected his internal energy into Wuming's body.

The Three-Point Return to Origin Qi flowed into Wuming's acupoints and meridians throughout his body, and Wuming's injuries improved rapidly. Wang Ming only needed to inject one more layer of true Qi into him and he would wake up.

but,

Wang Ming withdrew his hand and left Wuming.

“Haha!!! ‘Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin’ is quite interesting.” Wang Ming chuckled and said to himself.

Of course, Wang Ming's healing of Wuming was not out of kindness.

The main purpose was to steal his martial arts.

At Wang Ming’s level, one can discover the core secrets of other people’s internal strength by injecting true Qi into their bodies.

Of course, it is only internal strength. Don't even think about the mantras, mental techniques, and martial arts moves.

However, Wang Ming can restore his own "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" based on the profound principles of this internal energy.

Healing Wuming was just a casual act.

Wang Ming found Qin Shuang in a pile of rocks. His body was covered with wounds and he had no idea how many bones were broken. He was basically dead.

"I told you not to hang out with Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, but you didn't listen! Now they are almost dead, and you let me, an old man with gray hair, send you off. You are really an unfilial person!" Wang Mingyao complained.

A stream of pure Taoist [Three-Point Return to Origin Qi] was injected into Qin Shuang's body. The "Sky Frost Fist" Qi in Qin Shuang's body was originally from the same source as Wang Mingdao's "Three-Point Return to Origin Qi", and it was absorbed in a short while.

And the wounds on his body healed extremely quickly.

"San Fen Gui Yuan Qi" is already very effective in healing injuries, and Wang Ming also used special methods from "Shen Zhao Jing" to heal his injuries, so he naturally recovered very quickly.

According to the Shen Zhao Jing, to revive a dead person, it basically takes fifty years of pure Qi to accumulate.

But for those who are not yet dead, the consumption of true energy is just a drizzle.

Wang Ming also failed to completely cure Qin Shuang, leaving him still unconscious. He disappeared among the mountains holding Qin Shuang in one hand.

Wuming on the ground: Hey! Hey! Don't forget me, bro! There might be wolves here!

How could Wang Ming possibly care about Wuming?

In his eyes, how could the son of destiny, who had the same status as Wuming and Fengyun, be taken away by a wolf?

If he took it away, it would prove that he was not the one with good fortune.

It is not the case that the person favored by destiny dies and that is it. Wang Ming has a grievance against Wuming.

In the original novel, he promised Xiongba that he would give up his martial arts and the Tianxia Society to protect Xiongba, but he ended up being killed by Bu Jingyun.

Wuming and Wang Ming had no friendship, so he saved him simply because he thought it was easy and let him go to disgust Emperor Shitian and the others.

(End of this chapter)