Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1740: Chapter 1345: The True Thousand-mile Soul Lock!

Dust and fallen leaves accompanied by blood rain flew up into the sky, flashing brilliantly under the sunlight.

Jiang Dali rode the dragon wildly rushing downward, standing proudly with arms crossed on the back of the Demon Dragon from start to finish, letting the Demon Dragon stir up slaughter like overturning rivers and seas on the battlefield, wherever it went, Ying Country’s samurai were overturned, chaos ensuing.

As countless darts and crossbow arrows shot forth with power, the Demon Dragon casually performed a Divine Dragon Tail, flicking away darts and arrows, everywhere was filled with miserable cries, with countless people impaled by long arrows and darts, like porcupines.

However, these samurai were fearless in the face of death, even witnessing Jiang Dali’s might left them terrified, yet they continued to courageously fight for their families and Ying Country’s honor!

"Stubborn fools!"

Jiang Dali stirred his ferocious heart, with a wave of his single palm, a strong Qi Force condensed into a Qi Wall, pressing down from above, as heavy as a mountain, targeting the two leading Heavenly Human Realm experts, striking downward from the sky.

The two hurriedly screamed "Wah Wah," raised palms to meet the attack, exerting all their strength, emitting powerful Yin Yang Two Gods aura.

However, after the violent palm power passed, the ground shook, soil split apart as if crushed by a heavy roller, fragmented everywhere, Qi Force crisscrossed, blood spurted out from the cracks, leaving only two pools of blood on the dust-covered ground.

Two Heavenly Experts suddenly died on the spot.

With Ying Country’s foundation, the death of these two Heavenly Humans implies that an overwhelming majority of their Heavenly Humans have perished at Jiang Dali’s hands, significantly weakening the nation’s power.

The tragic and terrifying scene finally shattered all the Ying Country samurai’s spirit; some collapsed to their knees committing seppuku, others launched suicidal attacks, while some fled wildly.

Jiang Dali leapt down from the Demon Dragon, letting the Demon Dragon sweep its tail across the battlefield, often with a sprint or a wagging of its head and tail, causing Ying Country samurai to die on the spot, either being crushed internally or gutted by sharp bone spurs, leaving no survivors.

A few whose spirit fractured, escaping and scattering from the tiger’s mouth only to fall into a wolf pack, were swarmed by players lurking around like wolves or tigers, who launched frantic assaults, often tens to hundreds of players focused fire on one or two of the family samurai of Gang Qi Realm, mercilessly beating them without regard for honor.

"A bunch of cowards; they used to flaunt their power to us! Now we’ll show them our strength, kill them!"

"Although I’m also from Ying Country’s family, I can’t take it anymore! Let’s fight first!"

"Hit them! Don’t give me face! Hit them to death!"

"Damn it! Can someone give me a space to kick them? I also want to hit them, I’m begging you."

Suddenly, the mountains and plains were filled with the sounds of battle cries, dozens of scattered family samurai were like pebbles sucked into the ocean created by players, splattering waves and ripples were soon completely submerged.

Tragedy!

To die by the players’ hands is even more tragic than dying by the Black Wind Village Chief’s hand; dying by the Chief’s hand might still have some glory, swift and brutal.

To die by many players’ hands, hampered by the elite and small boss template with high health bars, often involves enduring much undeserved pain before finally being freed by death, akin to slow unbearable torture.

Ignoring the chaotic scenes around him, Jiang Dali strides towards the Holy Tomb’s tomb with the stone gate wide open.

At this time, the sound of clothing tearing through the wind emerged from the tomb, Dongfang Bubai’s figure flashed at the entrance, making a "clang" sound as he threw the heavily wounded Liao Rushen wearing Heavenly Tribulation Battle Armor to the ground, within his graceful demeanor filled with majesty and his lustrous eyes, landed on Jiang Dali’s robust and vigorous body.

"Why do you always arrive at such a convenient time?"

"Because I didn’t even plan to come."

The two gazed into each other’s eyes.

One had bright tiger eyes, the other sharp phoenix eyes.

They exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.

The surrounding swords and light, blood rain and ferocity, endless human conflict, but it seemed at this moment it was irrelevant to the two, for no other struggle was more important than the reunion of trusted friends.

Jiang Dali’s gaze fell on the long blood bar above Dongfang Bubai’s head, seeing its length was almost one-fifth comparable to his own, a rare achievement, evidently having devoured another section of Orochi’s body and Poison Blood, enhancing his strength considerably.

However, Dongfang Bubai’s blood bar had dropped by a third, indicating he was injured in previous encounters with Sun Ren Tian Yin and Shen Ren.

Compared to Dongfang Bubai, Liao Rushen was even more severely injured, his blood bar down to merely a quarter, seeing Jiang Dali at this moment, did not rise from the ground but crawled over to Jiang Dali, and performed the ceremonial kowtow with exaggeration.

"Child Liao Rushen, greets adopted father! Thanks to you, adoptive father, arriving in time, saved this child’s life again! Otherwise, this child may have ended up choosing noble suicide to defend Black Wind Village and Divine Iron City’s glory, upholding adoptive father’s dignity, also resolutely refusing to become a captive of Ying Country’s bandits, this is the bottom line the child has always guarded!"

Jiang Dali smiled faintly, his handsome face calm and serene, as his gaze fell on Liao Rushen. He said, "I heard you mention earlier that your success in the world relies on three things. One is cowardice. What about the other two?"

Liao Rushen was taken aback and awkwardly smiled, not daring to hide anything. He cupped his fists and said, "Foster father sees clearly! The other two things I rely on are disloyalty and betrayal of brotherhood. It’s okay to hit my brothers, but not me! But if foster father needs it, I would charge into battle without hesitation, face any peril, and fear neither life nor death, just like this time when so many experts surrounded me. I still remained fearless and resolutely upheld your reputation!"

"Liao Rushen, oh Liao Rushen... you truly are a smart person, and there aren’t many in the world smarter than you."

Jiang Dali laughed heartily with his hands behind his back and said plainly, "Get up. This time you did well; I’ll credit you with one merit!"

"Thank you, foster father!"

Liao Rushen quickly knelt and expressed gratitude, then swiftly stood up, almost perfectly executing Jiang Dali’s orders without fail.

Jiang Dali inwardly smiled. This Liao Rushen was a talent just like Wen Chouchou, equally intelligent, but even more shameless, knowing that in front of him, the first was to obey and second was to be honest. Even if it meant being completely shameless, honesty was still honesty.

This is a kind of clever and wise shamelessness, shameless to the point that it doesn’t repel him, only others feel repulsed, and that is the other person’s skill.

Because the other person knows he serves only him and not others, he only needs to prevent him from feeling repulsed, no matter what others think. Such a person is also proud, living seemingly like a dog without principles, yet aside from his master, others might not even catch his eye.

Glancing around at the battlefield behind him, now mostly calmed, Jiang Dali’s gaze turned to Dongfang Bubai. He smiled, "Since I’m here, of course, things here cannot end so easily. Has your poison needle already wounded either Sun Ren Tian Yin or Shen Ren?"

Dongfang Bubai smiled proudly, her sleeves fluttering in the breeze, and in an increasingly feminine and gentle voice, she said, "Both of them have been hit by a needle and suffered a bit, otherwise, they wouldn’t have retreated so easily."

"Good!"

Jiang Dali’s tiger eyes flashed as he extended his hand. "Lend me your poison needle for a moment!"

Dongfang Bubai’s fingers in her sleeve trembled slightly. She slowly raised her hand, revealing a poison needle that glinted an eerie dark blue under the sunlight, pinched between her index and middle fingers, and gave it a gentle flick.

Jiang Dali caught it between two fingers with a casual motion, his eyes narrowing slightly, as even his calloused fingers felt a slight tingle from the needle’s touch. The potency of the poison was incredible.

But having already experienced this poison, he wasn’t surprised. He calmly closed his eyes, and the three-dimensional perception of the surrounding space suddenly emerged in his mind. Even with his eyes closed, he could instantly perceive every aspect of the environment around him.

Even standing directly in front of Dongfang Bubai and Liao Rushen, he could see their backs.

Dongfang Bubai and Liao Rushen both sensed something and were astonished.

In Jiang Dali’s mind, this world was entirely different.

Beneath his feet, the weeds tenaciously survived despite being ravaged by battle. In the distance, clusters of pure white flowers swayed in the wind, supported by long stems, and further away stood proud elm trees with round petals unfurling, beside gurgling mountain springs, mountains, and all things, emitting various auras.

This aura seemed like countless threads woven throughout the world, forming a vast net in his mind.

In the depths of this net, in unknown territories, two terrifying, almost irrepressible Qi Mechanisms were like suns in the sky, perpetually radiating powerful energy throughout the world, subtly and imperceptibly influencing the Qi Mechanisms and fortunes of this place.

Jiang Dali focused his thoughts, and a sinister, fierce Qi Mechanism suddenly appeared before him, its presence so intense it distorted the surrounding natural auras.

Clearly, this aura had already caused subtle, undetectable harm to the surrounding vegetation.

This was naturally the aura of Dongfang Bubai’s poison needle.

Confirming the state of the poison needle’s aura, Jiang Dali’s thought spread out again like a vast net cast wide, his powerful Primordial Spirit Power metamorphosing into his Qi, like a gale disturbing the heavenly Qi Mechanism, rapidly extending outwards with great speed to search for other auras sharing the same origin with this poison needle, thus pinpointing the locations of Sun Ren Tian Yin and others.

This method was the true Thousand-mile Soul Lock.

With the Primordial Spirit Power of Returning to Truth 9, although unable to cover a thousand miles directly, it was sufficient to achieve a linear range of the Thousand-mile Soul Lock.

His Primordial Spirit Power would, based on the poison needle’s aura, conduct a clockwise or counterclockwise spiral search, rapidly pinpointing and locking onto targets...

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