Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#947 - Worry

The boy finally broke free from his restraints, gaining a new life.

He excitedly ran towards Li Chengfeng, his eyes shining with gratitude and awe.

Li Chengfeng laughed heartily, patting the boy's shoulder as he said, "I will always do what I promised you.

Once I find a good vessel for you, you can possess it and be reborn, starting a new life."

The spirit of the seal, the boy, immediately knelt down, respectfully saying, "Thank you, Big Brother!"

His voice was filled with endless gratitude and joy.

Seeing this, Deng Bu had even more confidence in Li Chengfeng.

The Shadow Battleship stood silently in the river of history like a giant from the abyss, both mysterious and eerie.

Its massive body was like a dark reef floating on the continent of the human realm.

The existence of this battleship itself was a challenge and subversion of history.

Li Chengfeng's River of History spell was boundless, seemingly able to contain all things, and the Shadow Battleship was like a large ship braving the waves in this virtual river of history.

That invincible Shadow Battleship, in the hands of anyone else, would probably be impossible to control.

Not only was it enormous, but it also contained the ancient curses and power of the Shadow Clan.

After a hundred thousand years of baptism and change, this great sword was no longer a simple weapon; it had become even more strange, mysterious, and powerful.

Even a powerhouse like Deng Bu found it hard to imagine what kind of power it contained.

At this moment, Deng Bu stood at the bow of the giant ship, side by side with Li Chengfeng.

Together, they steered this violent behemoth, gazing at the river of history, their eyes shining with curiosity and awe.

In this endless history, they seemed to have become travelers of time, traversing between the past and the present.

The Evil Spirit also floated down to the giant sword, staring at Li Chengfeng with a sly smile, "Hahaha, thank you, Master!

In this river of history, the power I can gain will be even greater.

Because the more things the river of history carries, the more power I, as an evil spirit, can draw from it."

He said confidently, "Moreover, I can control this great sword, using the power of history to propel it forward, making it our sharp weapon for conquering everything."

Li Chengfeng nodded slightly, a satisfied smile on his face, "Not bad, really not bad.

Your abilities have indeed not disappointed me, haha, this solves our energy problem."

His words were full of praise and expectation for the Evil Spirit.

However, Deng Bu shook his head, his gaze deep and wise, "Using only the tides of the River of History to propel it is not enough.

We cannot forever fight our enemies in history, dragging them into the River of History.

Such tactics are too simple and lack variation and strategy.

As the Legion Commander of the Thirty-Sixth Legion, I deeply understand the way of conquest; we need more flexible and diverse tactics and strategies to deal with various challenges."

His words were like the morning bell and evening drum, causing Li Chengfeng to fall into deep thought.

Therefore, the viewpoint he put forward made Li Chengfeng's eyes light up. He nodded slightly, and said admiringly, "Indeed, that's right. In reality, we must also find a way to propel it to conquer."

Hahaha, Deng Bu laughed loudly, his voice filled with admiration and excitement, "As expected of my master, insightful and ambitious! Yes, yes, that's right!"

Now, Deng Bu addressed him as 'Master.' Although Li Chengfeng had not imposed any restrictive spells or formations on him, Deng Bu understood that if Li Chengfeng wanted to take his life, it would be as easy as flipping his hand.

They both had the power of misfortune flowing through their bodies, and Li Chengfeng had the ability to push the River of History into the bottomless and endless Ruin. Once that happened, they would be completely annihilated.

Of course, such a price would not be small for Li Chengfeng. Unless absolutely necessary, as long as Deng Bu did not betray him, Li Chengfeng would never take that step.

Li Chengfeng nodded lightly, his gaze deep, "Regarding the energy problem, I already have a plan.

You have suffered a hundred thousand years of curses; isn't the power of these curses the energy we can use?

This is a cursed battleship, and we can use the power of the curse to propel it forward.

Each step forward consumes the ominous energy and strengthens our power."

Li Chengfeng began to perform hand seals, his fingers flying quickly in the air, as if playing a mysterious movement.

Countless restrictions, like twinkling stars, were imprinted into the core components of the battleship one by one.

Deng Bu's eyes were bright as he watched all of this, unable to help applauding and praising, "Not bad, not bad, this idea is truly brilliant!

In this way, as we constantly conquer, crusade, and fight, these curse powers will be gradually consumed, and we will also have the opportunity to gain liberation and break free from the shackles of this curse.

Thank you, Master, for taking action to save us, allowing us to see the hope of breaking free from the curse!"

Li Chengfeng laughed heartily, his voice cheerful and confident, "Good! Next, you will consume the curse within the River of History, while absorbing the endless power of history.

The power of history is the power of the past. It seems virtual, but if used properly, it is also a source of unparalleled energy.

You and the Evil Spirit will cooperate with each other to stabilize it in the River of History, making this battleship our sharp weapon for conquering everything!"

Deng Bu nodded solemnly, saying, "Good! Rest assured, Master, I will do my best to cooperate with Lord Evil Spirit to fight in the River of History, conquer the Northern Sea, and clear all obstacles for the Master!"

His words revealed the firmness and determination of a Legion Commander, every address, action, and temperament revealing his loyalty and courage.

Seeing this, Li Chengfeng was in a great mood.

Not only had he successfully solved the problem of the ghosts, but he had also turned these ghosts into a part of his own power, which made him even more confident on the road to conquering the Northern Sea.

With a thought, he put away the River of History, and the next moment, he appeared at the ghost qi spring in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

However, the ghost qi spring at this time had dried up, and no trace of ghost qi leaked out anymore.

The terrifying fluctuations that had once been present caused the two women present to be frightened, their hearts filled with unease.

Du Yutong stared intently at the formation that had already lost its function, her palms sweating profusely.

The two clusters of treasure pagodas on her chest were constantly bouncing, as if also telling of the panic and unease in her heart.

Dai Qianmo was the same. Her body used to be filled with ghost qi, which was the result of her cultivating with the ghost cries here.

But now, there was no ghost qi here. What would she do in the future? Moreover, Li Chengfeng had not yet arrived. What had happened? Had he succeeded?

Or had he been completely killed by these ghosts? These questions weighed heavily on her heart like a boulder, making her more and more uneasy, and her delicate body trembled constantly.

Although her pair of beautiful legs were slender and powerful, they seemed a little weak at the moment, as if they would fall at any time.

To say that Du Yutong's beauty lies absolutely in the two treasure pagodas on her chest.

These two treasure pagodas were exquisite and dazzling, like natural works of art, unforgettable at a glance.

The treasure pagodas of ordinary people simply cannot compare to Du Yutong's treasure pagodas, because her treasure pagodas are not only beautiful, but also contain the power and spirit of both martial and magic cultivation.