Chapter 118: Morning Light

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Chapter 118 of "Atlas of Heaven and Earth" opens showing developments: Chen Chuan "s gaze fixed on the Flying Head. He reached out, pulled out Wuji,... Keep reading!

Chen Chuan "s gaze fixed on the Flying Head. He reached out, pulled out Wuji, and the muzzle instantly aimed at the Supernatural Entity's forehead, then pulled the trigger. Bang! A burst of fire erupted from the muzzle. The Flying Head seemed startled, let out an "eee' sound, and suddenly flew up, its long hair that was swept up instantly enveloped all of Chen Chuan "s vision. Chen Chuan was certain he had hit it, but it seemed to have passed through the head, as if it were just a phantom. At that moment, his other hand gripped the knife hilt, and relying on his intuition, he slashed upwards! The Flying Head let out another screech. When the gun hit it earlier, it seemed to have no effect, but this time, when the blade struck, he felt a very slight sense of obstruction, as if he had cut something ethereal, yet also a vague feeling of not having actually hit anything solid. At almost the same moment, he also noticed, At this moment, the Flying Head rushed out of the gauze tent and hovered above it. Chen Chuan "s eyes darted to where the Flying Head had been hovering, and underneath was blood and bone fragments like mud, making it impossible to see what it was. He looked back at the Flying Head. The gunshot was indeed useless, but the blade could touch it. The difference between the two was likely due to the Mutated Tissue in the Snow Emperor Blade, but the Mutated Tissue in the blade might not be enough. If that's the case... He took a few steps back. The Flying Head, seeing him leave that position, hovered in the air for a moment and then rushed towards the pile of flesh and blood. Chen Chuan stuck the Long Sword into the ground, waiting for it to fall in front of him. Suddenly, he reached out, as if grabbing something, and then clenched his fingers, actually grabbing the Flying Head's long hair and stopping it in mid-air. His Spirit was lifted. Sure enough, because he had enough Mutated Tissue in his body, he could directly touch this thing. However, this was not without a price. At the same time, S~eaʀᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He ignored it, grabbed with both hands, and shouted, using the Strength of his waist and back, taking steps back to slowly pull the thing away from the pile of flesh and blood. The thing struggled constantly during this process and made "eee' sounds. This thing was not big, but the Strength it transmitted was considerable. Because he needed to save At this time, he slightly adjusted his breathing, using the hair to alternate his hands forward, and he gradually approached. When the distance was sufficient, he shouted, grabbed the head, and tightly wrapped it in his arms! The Flying Head seemed shocked and struggled desperately. The Strength was so great that it seemed to want to lift him up, but he remained calm and did not relax his Strength. During the struggle, the thing almost escaped several times, but he used instant Merge to stop it. He slowly straightened up, patted his clothes. He didn't think this thing was eliminated. Supernatural Entities were not so easy to destroy. It should just be that the sacrificial time had passed. But once the sacrifice was performed again, it would definitely reappear. Only when it could no longer be seen after the sacrifice could it be considered truly eliminated. He walked to the altar, pulled up the Snow Emperor Blade, and turned to walk out. "Expert Chen is out." Seeing Chen Chuan coming out, Gu Mingde stopped the people behind him and walked forward alone. He looked at Chen Chuan and, seeing that he was okay, felt relieved. "Expert Chen, how is it?" Chen Chuan looked at him, then at the people behind him, and said, "Captain Gu , everyone, this is a war of attrition. I have stopped this thing from eating blood, but the sacrifices here cannot stop, otherwise it may run to other places. When the next sacrifice comes, I will take action again to stop it." Gu Mingde said, "I sent a Telegram to the rear earlier. The things Expert Chen needs will be brought over soon, and we have plenty of supplies. As long as the method is feasible, we can keep fighting this ghost thing." "That's right, Expert Chen is taking the greatest risk. We are just guarding here. What's there to complain about?" "That's right, Expert Chen, don't worry. We will definitely be your backing!" Chen Chuan nodded and said, "What everyone says is true. With everyone as my support, I can concentrate on dealing with that thing in front." He clasped his fist, "The matters outside, I leave to everyone." Everyone solemnly clasped their fists in return. Chen Chuan walked to the side, took out the jade pendant and looked at it. Half of it had turned black. After putting it back, he sat down on the side. He didn't notice it during the battle, but after the Flying Head was dealt with, he could feel a Strength stimulating the Mutated Tissue in his body. He also began to use Breathing TechniqueGuide to adjust. This was much more effective than taking medicine on weekdays. If he hadn't sorted out the structure of his own Mutated Tissue, this might have immediately entered the malformed growth that Cheng Zitong had mentioned, but now, it would only be his tonic. Seeing him sitting there motionless with his knife, everyone thought he was resting and were very understanding. After all, they were prone to losing their minds just by getting close to those Flying Heads, while Chen Chuan faced a group of them directly, even including the source of the Flying Head. The pressure must be very great, and they didn't know how he coped. So everyone was careful when moving around at the moment, for fear of disturbing him. At noon, someone from the foot of the mountain carried some sacrificial offerings up, and also arranged for some people to be responsible for kowtowing and making sacrifices. Fortunately, they didn't need to enter the interior, just stay outside. As time approached evening, some people followed Chen Chuan into the old temple and placed the sacrificial offerings on the altar. When they looked at the Flying Heads all over the ground, their hearts were shocked. They knew how difficult this thing was to deal with, and their eyes were filled with admiration. Chen Chuan said, "Sorry for the trouble, everyone." "No trouble, Expert Chen, how can our affairs compare to what Expert Chen is doing?" After a few polite words, they couldn't take a closer look here and had to leave. Because they also knew that they couldn't stay here for long, especially since they felt uncomfortable all over and felt vaguely nauseous and dizzy after only being here for a while. When they came out from inside and stood under the sun, they felt as if they had been reborn. They couldn't help but sigh, wondering how Chen Chuan had persisted for so long inside. Chen Chuan sat down on the steps on the side. He leaned the Snow Emperor Blade against the side, glanced at the top, where the sunlight shining down might be the only warmth here. He sat quietly alone in this old times temple, seemingly merging with it, but his eyes were always bright, and the Long Sword at his side seemed to be ready to unleash its sharp edge at any time. As time passed, the light gradually dimmed and slowly entered the dimness. The two sacrifices were at 6:30 in the morning and 6:30 in the evening, respectively. It was almost time. Chen Chuan raised his hand and looked at his watch. Seeing that it was almost time, he stood up and lit all the torches stuck on the walls of the old temple. The place soon became bright under the light of the torches. However, in the slightly swaying torchlight, the elongated shadows, the collapsed stone statues in the back, and the surrounding broken flesh and blood made the surrounding environment even more eerie and terrifying. Suddenly, the sheep tied to the Altar trembled. At the same time, the skin and flesh on the sheep's body suddenly cracked open out of thin air, and blood oozed out and flowed around. Chen Chuan looked up and stared at the top of the altar. After a moment, the torches shook violently, and then very abruptly, the Flying Head emerged from the shadows above and rushed straight towards the sacrificial offerings below. Its long hair spread out, like a large shadow covering the bottom. Chen Chuan took two steps forward, instantly crossing five or six meters of space, and kicked out with a whip kick, accurately hitting the head and sweeping it off the altar with one kick. The Flying Head, interrupted from its sacrifice, let out a familiar high-pitched scream, trying to approach the altar again, but Chen Chuan stood there, constantly driving it away with kicks, preventing it from approaching. After kicking it away countless times, the Flying Head finally disappeared again. Chen Chuan stood for a while, took out the jade pendant from his arms, saw that it had turned completely black, gently pinched it, and it turned into debris falling from his fingers. This time, the jade pendant had blocked some of the harm for him. Tomorrow, he would have to bear it all himself. However, he could clearly feel that the time the Flying Head existed this time was much shorter than last time, indicating that this approach was very useful. He waved his hand and walked out again. After telling Gu Mingde and others about the situation, he went to the tent they had prepared for him to rest, while silently GuideMutated Tissue's growth. Arrived But after this day, He had a premonition that the next time might be the moment to completely solve this thing. Time passed, and another day passed quickly. As evening approached, when the sacrifice was about to be performed again, a Commission member outside suddenly shouted, pointing to the outside of the mountain and saying, "Captain Gu, look quickly!" Gu Mingde looked over, his expression shocked. He saw many black spots flying in from all directions, each one actually a Flying Head. After a rough count, there were as many as forty or fifty. He immediately reacted, "These should be flying from other strongholds of the Feitou Cult. It seems that Expert Chen's methods are working!" He shouted loudly, "Prepare to meet the enemy." He also gave instructions, "Try not to let these things enter the temple!" The Commission members responded loudly and raised their guns, then fired at the outside. No less than a hundred people had gathered on the mountain at this time, and the exploding gunshots startled countless birds. From time to time, Flying Heads were shot down by them, but about a third of them still drilled into the old temple through the holes. Gu Mingde looked towards the old temple, his expression solemn. They had done what they could. Those who entered inside, it seemed, could only rely on Chen Chuan himself to solve. In the old temple, Chen Chuan was also waiting for the Flying Head to reappear. Originally, according to the previous method, it would not be difficult to deal with this time, but with those Flying Heads coming in, he immediately felt interference. He had a premonition that if the source of the Flying Head was allowed to come into contact with that fresh flesh and blood, it might recover, which would be troublesome. At this critical moment, His eyes flashed, and he rushed forward, grabbing the source of the Flying Head under his arm. Then he pulled out his gun, turned around, and raised his hand to shoot. The continuous gunshots rang out, and for a time, the Flying Heads flew in terror. After firing all the bullets, he threw away his pistol, grabbed the head, and rushed up, waving his knife to meet the enemy! With each slash, a Flying Head would definitely fall. When the last Blade flash flashed, there was no Flying Head in the entire hall. At this time, he seemed to hear a long sigh in his ear, and then felt a lightness in his hand. Looking over, he saw a pile of ashes falling down, and many black hairs scattered on the ground at the same time. Chen Chuan saw at this time, At the same time, the Mutated Tissue in his body also felt an unprecedentedly strong stimulus. He frowned. This degree... Breathing Technique was no longer enough. He took a deep breath, tore off his jacket, and began to practice Zheng San Shou[-] here. However, after practicing it several times, he felt that he couldn't keep up with the growth Speed of Mutated Tissue, so he tried to imitate other Power Stance, as well as the Strength Technique moves that He Xiaoxing had specially taught him. He tried again and again, and time passed in his constant practice. Finally, he found that it might not be enough, so he simply took the Snow Emperor Blade into his hand and constantly used Heavy-Cleaving Power Technique while breathing. For a time, the Strength of the blade overflowed, and the light flickered. The Flying Head remains on the ground were broken to pieces by his remaining Strength. He moved like this all night, until the morning He exhaled a long breath, sheathed his knife, and stood up. After thinking about it, he first cleaned up the ashes and black hair on the ground, then straightened his clothes, and walked out with the knife across his shoulder. The people outside had been waiting anxiously. Gu Mingde had grown a circle of stubble on his chin. They had also been awake all night. Because after those Flying Heads entered the old temple yesterday, Chen Chuan did not come out as usual. They didn't know what had happened inside. Now that it was dawn, if he didn't come out again, they would have to find a way to risk rushing in. At this time, they suddenly heard footsteps. The people who were sitting couldn't help but stand up, and then looked towards the entrance of the old temple one by one. As the footsteps became clearer, they saw Chen Chuan holding a knife in one hand, walking out step by step from the weak light and shadows. His figure went from blurred to clear, and finally stood under the morning light. Everyone present felt relieved. Chen Chuan had solved it. They were saved!

Chapter 118: Morning Light

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