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Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1663 - 1282: Playing the Erhu Even with Bleeding Out
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Chapter 1663: Chapter 1282: Playing the Erhu Even with Bleeding Out

"Not good!"

As Jiang Dali sensed something amiss, Po Jun beside him also uttered a low cry.

On the opposite side, Lian Chengbi and Wu Ming, who were pressing their palms together, both swayed.

Especially Lian Chengbi, whose face suddenly turned pale. The blood bags pouring into him from Wu Ming and the blood pills entering Wu Ming from him hadn’t yet traversed to the crucial meridians and acupoints, but suddenly, they uncontrollably shot back to hover between their palms, about to merge back into each other’s bodies, returning to their origins.

At that moment, their palms emitted a vibrant red glow, the power of Qi-Blood stirred the surrounding air currents to hiss, and the situation reached a critical juncture.

Even the blood bars above their heads, in Jiang Dali’s eyes, were near depletion, with only a layer of blood skin remaining, almost all Qi-Blood stored within the blood pills.

"This village chief is getting anxious! I will lend you a hand!"

A loud shout carried by a fierce wind swept through.

Two thick and powerful hands shot out rapidly, respectively landing on the backs of Wu Ming and Lian Chengbi.

Jiang Dali’s thick arms respectively trembled, the black cloak opened up like dark clouds spreading back, and one hand quickly tapped on the three acupoints "Fei Yu," "Jue Yin Yu," and "Xin Yu" behind Wu Ming.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three streams of vigorous Premordial Energy shot from his fingers into Wu Ming’s body with the force of the Vigorous God Finger.

"Puh!——!"

Wu Ming’s face turned ghastly pale, spewing out a mouthful of blood arrows, his whole body seemed like a leaf on the verge of falling, his vitality extremely faint, the long blood bar bursting with a "-63238!" damage, the last portion of Qi-Blood nearly exhausted, only the Primordial Spirit still sustaining.

But at this moment, a miraculous scene occurred. The blood pills shooting towards Wu Ming and Lian Chengbi’s palms stalled between their hands, as if the pills were mutually resisting, unable to return to their respective bodies.

It was because at that moment, not only did a strong repelling force arise within Wu Ming due to Jiang Dali’s intervention, but also within Lian Chengbi, an immense Absorption Force was generated through Jiang Dali’s use of Absorption Skill.

This push and pull caused the originally repositioning blood pills to become locked between the two’s palms.

It should be known that the acupoints "Fei Yu," "Jue Yin Yu," and "Xin Yu" all belong to the Foot Taiyang Bladder Meridian, if struck, they would impact the third rib’s arteries, veins, and nerves, as well as the heart, rupturing blood and injuring Qi.

However, at such a critical moment of "blood exchange," encountering such a sudden change would require strong medicine for a severe illness. Jiang Dali intended to take the price of rupturing blood and injuring Qi to shake Wu Ming’s heart, forcing it to surge out another wave of Qi, making it difficult for the blood pill entering Lian Chengbi to return.

This risky rescue method required an extremely high level of fine control over one’s own Qi Force, something beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But with Jiang Dali’s current strength and Martial Arts intuition, he had already reached the level of a Great Grandmaster, not only capable of quickly analyzing remedial measures in emergency situations but also intervening with precision and accuracy to provide emergency aid.

At this moment, as the blood pills stalemated once again between the two’s palms, Jiang Dali fine-tuned the Absorption Skill pressure applied to Lian Chengbi’s back, avoiding overly fierce suction that might directly pull the blood pills from Wu Ming’s body back, while also controlling the force transmitted into Wu Ming’s body, so as not to repel Lian Chengbi’s blood pills directly into Lian Chengbi’s palms.

In such a push and pull, his broad forehead began to sweat profusely, droplets rolling down onto his rock-hard chest like oil, and he couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

To let his great strength unleash miracles with a single burst, achieving a critical hit was simply his forte.

But to control his power so minutely within a range, neither too much nor too little, while not impossible, it was indeed uncomfortable for him.

"Jiang...Master Jiang, I have lost most of my control over the blood pills...this situation, I...am facing it for the first time as well."

At this moment, Lian Chengbi’s lips trembled, and his eyes met Jiang Dali’s, uttering hoarsely and with difficulty.

"At this juncture, you actually lost control over the blood pills!?"

Seeing that the situation was only stalemating and could not be reversed, and recalling the astounding association that had emerged in his mind earlier, Jiang Dali gritted his teeth and gave a low reminder.

"Lian Chengbi, now there’s no time to consider anything else, immediately strip the Blood God Pill’s medicinal power from the blood pills and leave it in your body. This is indeed very risky, the pros and cons of it, you decide for yourself."

Once the medicinal power of the Blood God Pill is forcibly stripped at this time and left in Lian Chengbi’s body, it will be difficult ever to be resolved by the bloood pills returning to his body, instead, his body will have to absorb it prematurely.

When the time comes, Lian Chengbi would replace Wu Ming as the one controlled by the Blood God Pill.

Given his power, it would be difficult for him to resist the Blood God Pill’s control as Wu Ming had. The outcome then would be evident, unless Shakyamuni is killed by Jiang Dali in the future, only then could he possibly escape the control.

This level of danger, Lian Chengbi naturally understood. Upon hearing Jiang Dali say this, he realized this was the final choice.

If he chooses to preserve himself, he will inevitably antagonize the Black Wind Village Chief, and all his previous sacrifices and efforts will go to waste. At that time, even if the Black Wind Village Chief does not pursue it, he will no longer be able to obtain the benefits he desires.

On the other hand, if he chooses to sacrifice himself for Wu Ming, he will have merit without fault and may incur Wu Ming’s indebtedness. In the future, once the one controlling the Blood God Pill dies, he naturally could escape smoothly.

"Fortune lies within danger, a single sip relieves all worries. Fear not the short journey to the heights, proud and mighty."

In Lian Chengbi’s heart, he thought to himself, and immediately without hesitation, he shook his palms, prematurely dissolving the power of the Blood God Pill within the Blood Pill.

However, in an instant, the Blood Pill vibrated violently once more.

Jiang Dali’s heart trembled, and he immediately increased the absorption force released by his hands.

But as soon as this force erupted, the Blood Pill’s movement became even more intense, as if it had a spiritual life, aware of resistance, especially the Blood Pill that belonged to Lian Chengbi within Wu Ming’s palms, it actually directly broke free from Wu Ming’s grip and returned to Lian Chengbi’s body.

"Not good!"

Bang!! —

A powerful force of Qi-Blood suddenly erupted from both Wu Ming and Lian Chengbi.

Jiang Dali only felt his palms numb as they were forcibly shaken open, retreating a step, tiger eyes flashed sharply, as he watched in shock as Wu Ming’s Blood Pill, in a flash, separated from Lian Chengbi’s palms and sprang into Wu Ming’s body.

Without his meticulous control, the situation naturally turned more chaotic.

Could the current situation be a total failure?

"Damn! Why did the Blood Pill go out of control? Lian Chengbi’s Blood Pill originated from Lord of Carefree, even if someone could influence the Blood Pill, it could only be Lord of Carefree, but now that Lord of Carefree is dead, no one could possibly... or is it the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable?"

Thoughts flitted through Jiang Dali’s mind like thunder, his rugged face uncertain, his eyes instantly fixed on Wu Ming and Lian Chengbi.

Lian Chengbi’s complexion reddened, Qi-Blood rapidly rising, but due to its abrupt surge, he spat a mouthful of blood.

Wu Ming’s pale face turned slightly rosy, Qi-Blood rapidly recovering with the Blood Pill’s return. Only Jiang Dali could see the empty blood bar above his head, quickly refilling with a succession of "+""+""+...", suddenly opening his eyes, his gaze sharp as he lightly furrowed his brow in thought before looking toward Jiang Dali.

"The efficacy of the Blood God Pill remains within me, but the feeling is not as potent as before."

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali was moved, abruptly turning his gaze to Lian Chengbi, "Could it be that Lian Chengbi has left some potency of the Blood God Pill?"

Suddenly, Lian Chengbi’s previously flushed face turned pale again, even more pallid than before, devoid of any human color. He suddenly opened his eyes to the sky and let out a wild howl, his eyes bloodshot, seemingly insane, and with a burst, he leaped up.

Wu Ming’s expression turned serious, "He is now controlled by the Blood God Pill!"

Suddenly joining his fingers to form a sword, he pointed out two strands of Sword Qi across the air, instantly falling on Lian Chengbi’s Dan Zhong and Ying Window acupoints.

Lian Chengbi groaned, his leaping body stiffly falling to the ground, yet he still howled fiercely, struggling to resist.

Wu Ming frowned, "It seems Shakyamuni is already controlling the power of the Blood God Pill..."

His expression suddenly turned desolate, and as his hands made virtual pulls, strands of Qi Force persisted in his hands, quiet but not dissipating. As he virtually pulled and vibrated his fingers, strands of Qi Force flowed out rapidly, forming piercingly mournful sounds of the huqin, resonating with grim echoes, as though recounting countless illustrious histories and endless traumatic memories of the violinist, inducing unbearable pain.

This was indeed the huqin sound played using the realm of a sorrowful sword technique, profoundly moving.

Lian Chengbi’s originally frenzied expression began to relax at hearing this music. The fierce crimson hue in his eyes gradually faded, seemingly touched by the mournfully sentimental huqin sound...

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