Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

Zhao Muer raised the Floating Golden Bow in her hand and aimed the golden arrow at Ling Tingfeng's clone.    

    

Wang Hao reached out his hand and pressed Zhao Muer's arm. Zhao Muer said confidently, "I will not miss!"    

    

"I believe in your ability," Wang Hao's eyes were firm. "But I will not allow my friend to die in front of me."    

    

Hearing Wang Hao's words, Ling Tingfeng's clone looked up to the sky and laughed. "Hahahaha! What a good friend who does not allow his friend to die in front of him. I will only give you ten breaths of time to undo the seal on my body."    

    

Zhao Muer put down her left hand that was holding the bow, but did not let go of her right hand that was pulling the bowstring.    

    

The Floating Golden Bow aimed at Ling Tingfeng's real body on the ground. Zhao Muer coldly said, "I will only give you ten breaths of time. If you do not let go of the hostage in your hand, I will destroy your real body!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng sneered, "You think I will be threatened by you?"    

    

However, before he finished his words, the sound of the bowstring contracting echoed through the ground.    

    

The golden arrow pierced through the knee of Ling Tingfeng's real body. Unlike the clone that Wang Hao had killed earlier, after the real body was injured, blood flowed out!    

    

Ling Tingfeng's true body opened his mouth wide and wanted to cry out in pain. However, Zhao Muer used a strand of ice to seal his mouth.    

    

"You dare?!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng's clone trembled in anger. He roared angrily, "You don't believe that I will kill her immediately?!"    

    

Wang Hao frowned. He saw Zhao Muer giving him a look, signaling for her to speak.    

    

"The hostage in your hand is Wang Hao's friend, not mine. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me."    

    

Zhao Muer's voice was cold and emotionless. This tone made Ling Tingfeng feel a chill down his spine.    

    

"Secondly, the arrow I shot into your body was sealed by my master. All the energy in your body will be frozen. Unable to circulate. In other words, the damage I caused to you... You won't be able to recover!"    

    

"I know that the Devil Cultivator has many strange escape techniques, but now that your true body is trapped, if you die, I'm afraid that this clone will vanish into thin air, right?"    

    

Ling Tingfeng's clone had a ferocious expression on his face. Zhao Muer's words had hit his weakness.    

    

"Thirdly, you went through great pains to obtain so many Heavenly Martial Stage Martial Artists, but you didn't kill them. Presumably, this altar can only be used to worship living things. If you kill the offering in your hand... The sacrifice can't be carried out. When the reinforcements arrive, you will only die! You dare to kill people? "    

    

Zhao Muer's three consecutive sentences pierced straight into the depths of Ling Tingfeng's heart. His face turned pale and he said hatefully," If I die, I will drag you all down with me! "    

    

Facing Ling Tingfeng's threat, Zhao Muer did not care at all. She raised the Floating Golden Bow again and pulled the bowstring.    

    

This time, the arrow of the Golden Arrow was aimed at Ling Tingfeng's true body's head.    

    

"I will only ask you one time. Are you going to let him go?!" Zhao Muer's tender voice was not loud, but it was loud and clear. Ling Tingfeng's clone's face revealed a struggling expression.    

    

The Floating Golden Bow's bowstring had already been pulled to the full moon state, and the half of the Mo Saber in Ling Tingfeng's hand was also stuck to Zhao Jun's neck.    

    

This was a psychological battle. Whoever couldn't withstand the pressure first would fall short of success.    

    

It was very obvious that Zhao Muer had the upper hand. Firstly, she did not have any relationship with Zhao Jun. If not for Wang Hao's face, she would have released her fingers that were pulling the bowstring.    

    

"I have changed my mind!" Ling Tingfeng's clone threw the Mo Saber in his hand onto the ground, "Even if the sacrificial ceremony cannot be activated today, I will still kill all of you!"    

    

After saying that, Ling Tingfeng's clone turned into a black fog and flew towards the center of the altar.    

    

A strong sense of crisis surged in Wang Hao's heart. He shouted, "Muer, attack!"    

    

Zhao Muer did not hesitate to let go of her fingers that were pulling the string. The bowstring shrank and pushed the arrow on the string.    

    

Ling Tingfeng's clone turned into a black fog and jumped onto the fire altar. With a bang, the dark green flame on the fire altar exploded.    

    

A powerful magic power surged from the center of the fire altar in all directions. The green flame on the fire altar exploded one after another. The shocking impact actually shook the Golden Arrow that Zhao Muer shot out away from its original trajectory.    

    

"Pa!"    

    

The Golden Arrow stuck to Ling Tingfeng's scalp and shot into the ground beside him. The arrow trembled and made a buzzing sound.    

    

"Muer, be careful!"    

    

The impact caused Zhao Muer to lose her balance and fall backwards. Wang Hao reacted quickly and grabbed her waist.    

    

Just as both of their attention was focused on each other, Ling Tingfeng, who was sealed on the ground, bit down on the ice in his mouth.    

    

It was not only the ice that broke, but also Ling Tingfeng's own tongue. His tongue was broken and blood mixed with cold air gushed out from his mouth.    

    

What Ling Tingfeng spat out were all the Essence Bloods in his body. These Essence Bloods did not land on the ground, but instead floated in the air, turning into 18 blood particles and rushing into the distance.    

    

When the blood particles left his body, Ling Tingfeng's true body was like a weathered plant, quickly withering away.    

    

Wang Hao noticed something unusual, but he could not do anything as he held Muer in his arms. He could not make a move in time.    

    

"Where do you think you are running to!?"    

    

Zhao Muer shook her wrist, and the Floating Golden Bow quickly shrunk to the size of a palm. The bowstring automatically opened, and a golden light condensed.    

    

"Fallen Flower Arrow!"    

    

Dozens of golden needles rushed out and chased after the Blood Drop.    

    

What was shocking was that the Blood Drop actually twisted in the air, dodging several golden needles in succession.    

    

"Hmph!" Zhao Muer's will controlled the person behind and quickly caught up to the remaining golden needles. Under his control, the golden needles that originally did not turn back followed the movement of the blood particles and continuously changed their direction.    

    

All of this was completed in a split second. When the dust settled, seventeen out of the eighteen blood droplets were destroyed by the golden needles.    

    

However, the remaining blood droplet merged into one of the broken arms on the ground before it was hit by the golden needles.    

    

The moment the blood droplet touched the arm, it merged into it and disappeared without a trace. The golden needles shot into the arm, but they were useless.    

    

This broken arm was the same arm that Ling Tingfeng had severed from Wang Hao in the previous battle!    

    

"Oh no, I was careless!"    

    

Wang Hao had seen the means of the Devil Cultivator. There was no reason that Ling Tingfeng would not know how to regrow his body!    

    

As expected, after the blood particle entered the broken arm, the broken arm immediately swelled up and began to grow crazily.    

    

"Dragon Breath!"    

    

Wang Hao gathered his strength and spat out a dragon breath. Golden flames engulfed the broken arm that was half a man's height.    

    

Dragon Breath and the Supreme Yang Flames were the most effective counter to evil Devil Dao. Wang Hao believed that even if this attack couldn't kill Ling Tingfeng, it could still severely injure him.    

    

The moment the dragon breath landed on ___'s body, the speed at which the arm grew decreased. However, this was only temporary. Wang Hao and Zhao Muer could see that within the golden flame, there was a human-shaped shadow that was constantly expanding.    

    

"Break for me!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng waved his hand to break the dragon breath, revealing his true appearance. His body was charred black, and he looked as pathetic as he could be.    

    

Zhao Muer said in a deep voice, "Those eighteen blood particles are the power of his cultivation base. Now, only one of them is left. I'm afraid that his cultivation base has fallen to the Spirit Martial Stage!"    

    

Wang Hao carefully felt it. Just like what Zhao Muer had said, Ling Tingfeng's current strength was only equivalent to a warrior who had just broken through to the Heavenly Martial Stage.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

Wang Hao immediately attacked. The nightmare was about to end. He could not miss this opportunity!    

    

Ling Tingfeng stared at Wang Hao with eyes full of hatred. With lightning speed, he struck with his palm and stabbed into the chest of the sacrifice beside him.    

    

Wang Hao widened his eyes. Ling Tingfeng had killed the sacrifice, which meant that he had given up on using the sacrifice.    

    

In Wang Hao's mind, he recalled what Ling Tingfeng had just said.    

    

"Even if the sacrificial ceremony can't be activated today, I will still kill all of you!"    

    

The arm that was inserted into the chest of the offering changed. It seemed to have turned into a leech that sucked blood as it wriggled continuously.    

    

In less than a tenth of a breath's time, the sacrificial offering had already turned into a dried corpse.    

    

Wang Hao finally arrived in front of Ling Tingfeng and threw a punch at Ling Tingfeng's chest.    

    

"Crack!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng, who was forced back by his cultivation base, could not withstand Wang Hao's full force attack. Ling Tingfeng's chest instantly caved in, and his body was forced back.    

    

Wang Hao had succeeded in his punch, but there was no excitement on his face. He could clearly see that the moment he hit Ling Tingfeng, his opponent's mouth curled up into a disdainful smile.    

    

"Wah!"    

    

Ling Tingfeng got up from the ground. He spat out a large amount of blood from his mouth, and there were even fragments of his internal organs.    

    

If it was an ordinary cultivator, he would not be able to stand up after suffering such a serious injury. However, Ling Tingfeng was different. Not only did he stand up, his dark face also had a sickly red color.    

    

"Wang Hao, every priest here can increase my strength! It's time for you to die!"    

    

As he finished speaking, Ling Tingfeng stretched out his palm. With a bang, the chest of a sacrifice not far away exploded. The still beating heart fell into Ling Tingfeng's hand.    

    

Every beat of the heart in his hand would cause bright red blood to spurt out. Ling Tingfeng did not care at all. Instead, his eyes shone with an even more excited light.    

    

"Awoo!"    

    

The following scene was horrible to look at. Even Wang Hao, who had a firm mind, felt his heart tremble. When Ling Tingfeng wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, blood mist gushed out of his body.    

    

Ling Tingfeng circulated his cultivation technique. The wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He couldn't help but laugh. "Hahahaha! Wang Hao, you have seen it. With this invincible cultivation technique, how can I, Ling Tingfeng, lose?"    

    

Wang Hao clenched his fists. His ten finger bones were clenched until they turned white.    

    

Wang Hao had never thought of himself as a saint, but today he wanted to enforce justice on behalf of the heavens!    

    

"Dragon Abyss Sword!"    

    

The Dragon Abyss Sword turned into a ray of light and shot into Wang Hao's hand. It seemed to have sensed its master's intention, and its killing intent soared to the sky!    

    

Zhao Muer held the Floating Golden Bow in her hand, and wanted to help Wang Hao fight, but she was stopped by Wang Hao.    

    

"This is a grudge between me and him. Don't interfere."    

    

Zhao Muer hesitated for a moment and chose to listen to Wang Hao's decision. After devouring someone, Ling Tingfeng had once again recovered his Spirit Martial Stage cultivation base. If she acted rashly, it would only cause more trouble for Wang Hao.    

    

"The grudge between you and me?" Ling Tingfeng sneered, "You're right. It's time to settle it!"