Fortunately, Ao Cangsheng’s quick wit enabled him to react swiftly. Before the grapevines could capture him, he leapt out of their reach, evading their attack.
Standing resolute, proud, and desperate, he shouted warnings of danger. As he glanced around, a sudden realization of the wind behind him prompted another instinctive jump.
He heard a "snap" sound. The place where he had just been standing was ripped from a large patch of grass by the vines. It looked like it weighed several kilograms.
At this mont, Mr. Ao Cangsheng fully understood. The Seven Stars Sword broke, not because it was inferior, but because the vines were too sturdy.
Considering the situation, Ao Cangsheng began to dance around the vines, one jump after another.
At first, he managed to luckily avoid many vine attacks. But as soon as the first vine got tangled with him, his streak of fortune ended.
For a mont, the screams ceased.
Of course, arrogance was not surprising. It’s not that he didn’t bla himself.
He clearly rembered a good story, where the ferocious fight between tigers and wolves had carved deep ravines in the wilderness.
Yet now, the grass of this generation was flawless, beautiful, and a second story erged in his consciousness. He was aware of this in his dazed state, feeling his body and skin devoid of such damage, with bones shattered, particularly into fragnts.
But now, apart from not wearing anything, he was already naked. He had completely died, not treated cruelly.
Thirdly, it was quite curious. Although he didn’t perceive having a body, he could see with my own eyes how rapidly it was transforming.
Moreover, it could discern these changes in the most optimal way.
Unexpectedly, Cangsheng awoke quickly after arrogance, his body gradually numb, initially feeling numbness, followed by itching, and finally, the top and bottom began to heat up, as if an invisible gas was rapidly treating Cangsheng’s pride.
A few days later, the dynamic between arrogance and indifference began to change. Besides his clothes and the Seven Stars Sword, he was practically no different from his reckless past self.
For the first ti, the arrogant Cangsheng tried to find a ghostly escape. But before he reached it, the ground below began to tremble again.
Upon witnessing this, Sheng’s face turned proud green, possibly due to the blend of grass on the ground. He said calmly, "He won’t do this again!"
In this manner, the wildflowers of the previous generation went wild again, extending thinly, and in the blink of an eye, thickening and lengthening like dancing snakes.
Arrogant and enraged, he hoped to tear off countless vines from afar, yet furiously cursed, "Damn it, more danger ahead!"
Not long after, the vast wilderness echoed with his arrogance, screams, and frenzied dancing.
The following day, a boastful Cangsheng endured three harsh punishnts, yet despite the agony, he neither gave up nor died.
Following the punishnt by vines, an array of tornting forces such as iron, wood, stone, and ice ensued. This wasn’t rely torture, as almost each ti it sought to destroy and restructure the arrogant body.
Considering this event’s punishnt, every ti there was pain in killing arrogance, would every cruelty often co in threes, while my ti extended to seven or eight points.
In this inhumane world, arrogance spent his days tornted by fear, growing more tense and apprehensive.
Due to the fear of mistakes, his unhealed body was relentlessly battered again and again in this unmannerly way.
Yet, as Cangsheng endured the pain many tis over, he gradually unraveled this riddle, not fretting about his penalty but rather internalizing it.
Ultimately, the arrogant Cangsheng nearly anticipated that his tornt would dramatically diminish. He might die halfway and escape this greedy circle as soon as possible.
Sotis even the arrogant Cangsheng found himself wondering if he was a masochist. Not just because of a sudden change of heart.
I wonder how long it took for the arrogant ones to forget how much they had been ravaged? How often had cultivation taken place before? When it was inhumane, it never happened again.
Suddenly lost and ravaged again, the arrogant Cangsheng felt restlessly agitated at the start. That day, left, right, sitting, lying, looking up, awaiting ambush and so forth. However, it wasn’t as cruel.
Suffering from such impatience, the arrogant Cangsheng couldn’t help but think, "Isn’t the first phase ending? But why don’t I see anyone getting out of here?"
The following day, arrogance turned pale as the wilderness he lived in began to transform peacefully.
The wildflowers withered across the grassy fields, and distant towering trees wilted and collapsed.
Then, the wild turtles didn’t undergo desertification, and the ground began to dry and turn red.
Ultimately, the world before us beca a desolate place, a colossal gorge split open. If soone was shocked when a sharp blade cut through it, then the magma from the gorge, blood-red like fire, would spew forth.
Seeing this scene, the arrogant Cangsheng grew tense. With his pounding heart and comparing to previous scenes, it was like Hell. As the Earth’s magma continued to erge, his heart skipped a beat.
If after such tornt, he died due to straying too far. Hope would give way as he was sent into Inferno.
It was so fierce that before it wrapped around him like magma and rose, the arrogant Cangsheng knew he must die here.
As the ground’s fissures widened, red magma began slowly spilling out, then tirelessly erupted, continuing its roar and provocation.
His voice road near and far, high and low, if it existed, it would vanish. It was like a summons from Hell, like Heaven’s Sanskrit sound, akin to a dream, like fog, slowly floating from the arrogant heart.
Upon hearing this voice, the arrogant god who was about to destroy Cangsheng suddenly paused, utilizing the capacity of an idea to shake his spirit ultimately. If he wanted to die in Inferno, he would escape.
Gradually, the dreamlike sound began resonating, rejuvenating the arrogant spirit.
I am unaware of what transpires. As he arrogantly listened to the sound, his heart irrationally contemplated aloud.
At first, he pondered slow, but as the sound’s pace quickened, the arrogant Cangsheng accelerated his thoughts. lding with the bubbling magma’s roar, its shape akin to a hundred Buddhas chanting a thousand teacher’s sutras.
At this point, the arrogant Cangsheng’s instructions were entirely foundational, and transformation comnced. Light, shadow, and blood at the foundation of command began morphing into a ferocious, fierce, and powerful beast, comncing its charge.
Among these beasts were Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Phoenix, and Qilin. All creatures clearly depicted under Ao Cangsheng’s command, whizzing out, transforming into beams of light and shadow, fulfilling Ao Cangsheng’s directives on the path to success.
Once the animals perished, the long-standing giant bird with golden wings, Roc, began roaring, and in the Roc’s mouth, it consud large quantities of blood and magma.
Hence, within the act of swallowing, if one could ingest massive, unending oceans, the pathway’s foundation transford into a Roc with golden wings, using endless blazing magma as a foundation for road-swallowing, while the bird was at the core of the arrogant foundation of command! In a flash, the foundation of command blazed superlatively, arguably unmatched!
As Cangsheng arrogantly read faster, and his Roc with golden wings persistently consud and burned magma, as a result, two colossal Red Sea fiery seas were decisively ford under the arrogant guidance of Ao Cangsheng.
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