C166 Tree wants peace, wind does not stop

Zhao Mingzhe quietly stood in the center of the Five Fingers Peak's main mountain range. The shocking water-repelling spear had already disappeared, and the only thing that remained in his hand was the black "Fire Rod" that had flashed half of it from his spatial ring.

Without the inner demons, Zhao Mingzhe knew that with his own cultivation and strength, there would definitely be a breakthrough. However, the current Zhao Mingzhe did not feel happy at all, instead he felt empty and strong.

The demonic state and inner demon had indeed dissipated, but the Spear Soul that had accompanied him ever since he was reborn didn't appear in his mind anymore.

Zhao Mingzhe did not even know whether or not the Martial God Zhao Zilong would teach him the Spear Arts after the Spear Soul dissipated.

At this time, the sound of an Amitabha could be heard. Xuan Xin walked over quickly. Without waiting for Xuan Xin to speak, Zhao Mingzhe spoke first with a slightly sunken voice:

"President, I would like to be alone here for a moment, is that alright?"

Xuan Xin muttered to himself for a while and nodded his head.

"Of course you can, but don't think too much in your heart. If you have any doubts, you can come find this old monk anytime!"

After he finished speaking, Xuan Xin handed Zhao Mingzhe a white porcelain bottle, then slowly left with the rest of the North Zen.

Zhao Mingzhe sat cross-legged on the somewhat messy Five Fingers Peak main vein, feeling lonely and speechless. After a long while, Zhao Mingzhe sighed lightly as the expression on his face slowly became firm and resolute.

"Master Xuan Tong, although my days as your disciple are short, your disciple still has to thank you. No matter what, I dispelled the inner demons in the end, and now, the Devil Barrier on the Five Fingers Peak's main vein has been removed.

As he spoke, Zhao Mingzhe looked at the half of the "poker for burning fire" in his hand and continued to mutter to himself:

"Old senior Spear Soul, although you are not my master, you are still better than mine. Rest assured, as long as I, Zhao Mingzhe, am not dead, I am not destined to live up to my name as the Martial God Zhao Zilong."

After saying that, Zhao Mingzhe respectfully kneeled on the ground and kowtowed three times, as a goodbye to his master Xuan Tong and senior Spear Soul.

At this time, Xiao Meng ran out from inside her sleeves. She looked like she wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Zhao Mingzhe.

However, kneeling down and kowtowing was not something that Xiao Meng could do. After trying a few times and failing a few times, Xiao Meng laid on the ground very straightforwardly and seriously started to make a mess.

Zhao Mingzhe stroked Mo Xiao Meng's head, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said slowly:

"Little fellow, tell me, is the spear that your master Ouyang Yao gave me unintentional, or was it just a conspiracy?"

Xiao Meng tilted her head, clearly not hearing Zhao Mingzhe's complicated words, but instead using her little claws to continuously pull at Zhao Mingzhe's hand, showing a mischievous look.

In Zhao Mingzhe's mind, he kept thinking back to what had happened after he met Ouyang Yao. He felt that this demon like Ouyang Yao had most likely come from some mysterious place.

After all, he had heard of the Immortal World and the Realm of the Gods, but he had never heard of any demonification. Moreover, looking at Ouyang Yao's style of doing things, there should be a very powerful family behind him, if not he would not be so generous.

Since the two of them had inadvertently fallen for the homocentric Gu and were connected by life and death, Ouyang Yao should not be able to harm herself no matter what. That light blue longspear contained a strong demonic nature, so Ouyang Yao should not know.

Understanding this, Zhao Mingzhe rubbed Mo Xiao Meng's head and said with a sigh:

"Speaking of which, you're the only one who's been with me the longest. Just watch me and finish what you want to do step by step."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mingzhe withdrew all the sadness in his heart. Then, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the somewhat messy Five Fingers Peak main vein, and began to meditate.

After experiencing a demonic battle, Zhao Mingzhe's heart demon had been exorcised, and adding on the fact that he had consumed half a green fruit and sariras, the vitality in his body continuously increased. At this time, it was naturally the best time to make a breakthrough.

When the space in his mind became clear, Zhao Mingzhe felt that the whirlpool in his dantian once again appeared. That half of the image of the "Burning Fire Rod" still existed in his dantian, which seemed to be buzzing non-stop.

The Spear Soul and Spear Soul were mutually dependent and independent, although the Spear Soul was no longer here, the water-repelling spear still existed. In a moment, Zhao Mingzhe remembered that before the Spear Soul disappeared, he had mentioned the day the Broken Spear Soul would be remoulded, and the inheritance would be shocking.

It seemed that during the final battle with the devil, when the two sections of "Burning Fire Rod" merged into one, the Spear Soul must have done it. The spear could not be considered to have been remoulded, so he had to increase his strength while thinking of a way to remold this supreme water-repelling spear.

Just as he thought that, the Spirit Qi in Zhao Mingzhe's body started to circulate, following that, waves after waves of Spirit Qi started to form.

Not long after, the spirit energy condensed in the Dantian and continued to attack the bones in Zhao Mingzhe's entire body. It was as if a warm current had passed by, causing him to sink into immense pain.

Having experienced the Bone Forging stage, Zhao Mingzhe knew that this was a critical juncture. He immediately began to closely guard the emptiness in his mind, and felt his bones undergo repeated changes, and the vitality inside his bones also gradually increased.

The pain lasted for about an hour and Zhao Mingzhe, who was drenched in sweat, felt a comfortable feeling fill his entire body. After opening his eyes, Zhao Mingzhe opened his mouth and a milky-white aura slowly spewed out.

Come to think of it, Zhao Mingzhe had experienced too many fortuitous encounters, and the increase in his cultivation had already surpassed many of the so-called geniuses. Most importantly, the cultivation method Zhao Mingzhe cultivated was also just too astonishing.

Other than the Cross Killing Sword and Cloudpaw, which belonged to the lower tier, the rest such as the Floating Willow Body Art, Unconnected ring finger technique, and Thunder Roar were all top tier cultivation techniques.

More importantly, Zhao Mingzhe was able to use the Hundred Birds of the Morning Phoenix and the Dragon Exploring Plate Spear Art once again after exorcising the Inner Demon. This made Zhao Mingzhe an existence that was invincible amongst cultivators of the same rank.

Sensing that his vitality was starting to circulate around him, Zhao Mingzhe continued to close his eyes and prepared to comprehend the Dragon Subduing Parasol skill from the Dragon Explosion Spear Art.

However, just as he thought back to the beginning, Zhao Mingzhe felt a vast aura flooding into his mind without any forewarning.

Zhao Mingzhe was not alarmed, but instead happy. He had thought that since the Spear Soul was no longer present, he might not be able to continue learning the Martial God's legacy, but from the looks of it, that was not the case. Even if the Spear Soul was no more, the image of the Martial God Zhao Zilong still existed!

Zhao Mingzhe couldn't help but think, could it be that the silhouette of the War God Zhao Zilong was also the existence of a strand of consciousness? Unfortunately, the Spear Soul was no longer there. This guess was impossible to confirm.

At this time, the white-clothed War God Zhao Zilong pointed with his finger. Two "fire sticks" appeared out of thin air, shining with dazzling rainbow-colored light as they collided in midair.

Following that, the water-repelling spear began to spin in Zhao Zilong's hand. The spear shadows covered eight directions in the blink of an eye, like eight surging divine dragons, attacking in all directions with astonishing power.

Zhao Mingzhe suppressed all the doubts in his heart and started to concentrate on comprehending the Giant Leviathan in all directions. Gradually, Zhao Mingzhe entered a state where he had forgotten himself.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Zhao Mingzhe suddenly heard an incomparably violent voice from the direction of the North Zen.

"Zhao Mingzhe, you despicable person, don't be a cowardly tortoise, hurry up and come out to die …"