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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0189_part_02
Chapter 361
chapter 0189 part 2
Holding a wisp of black fiend qi so pure it glowed, Tang Song's expression became somewhat solemn.
This wisp of corpse baleful qi was too pure, so pure it seemed to have originated from the same corpse—
One must know that the mottled fiend qi formed from ten thousand corpses over thousands of years could only be considered low to mid-grade fiend qi. Even the Yellow Springs Sect, when collecting Yellow Springs fiend qi in the underworld, couldn't achieve this level of purity.
Because even the fiend qi in the underworld was generated by countless corpses and bones and spirits of the dead. Although it was also high-grade corpse baleful qi, the fiend qi produced by the corpses and bones of countless people was inevitably somewhat mottled.
In the Jambudvīpa World, it was well known that the higher and more powerful a corpse's cultivation was during its life, the purer the fiend qi it generated.
This level of high-grade fiend qi, even in the Jambudvīpa World, could only be born from the immortal corpse of a true immortal at the Pure Yang level after death.
Could it be that an existence at the immortal level died here?
Tang Song subconsciously surveyed the surroundings, then silently released the silver armored corpses from the Five Yin Pouch, setting up a simple defensive array.
Regardless, even if such a powerful existence was here, it must have died countless years ago! Its corpse has already turned into fiend qi!
After being on alert for a long time, Tang Song looked at the mass of fiend qi before him and decided he shouldn't frighten himself. Collecting these fiend qi was the priority.
Thinking that a powerful existence might have perished in this subterranean world, who knew if anything had parasitized on its corpse.
His original idea of performing sha condensation directly in the subterranean world could only be temporarily put aside.
Tang Song unfolded the Five Yin Pouch, and several half-foot tall long-necked jade bottles flew out from within it.
These jade bottles were spatial gourd magical artifacts that Tang Song had refined before entering the subterranean world, specifically for storing fiend qi.
Pulling out the jade bottle stoppers from the five jade bottles, Tang Song affixed talisman paper to the bottle bodies of these jade bottles, then performed hand seals and cast magic technique to extract from the huge mass of fiend qi before him. Unlike dealing with a single type of fiend qi, handling this composite fiend qi mass required Tang Song to be cautious, separating the wisps of fiend qi and sending them into these jade bottles individually.
This process was like pulling out individual colored threads from a ball of multi-colored yarn.
Just looking at this hundreds of meters across mass of fiend qi, it would take at least several months to strip out enough fiend qi for his sha condensation. This was a slow, meticulous process that couldn't be rushed.
Fortunately, Tang Song had anticipated this. The Five Yin Pouch not only stored enough food, but the business outside was also being managed by Lane, so there wouldn't be any problems in the short term.
Time passes without notice in the mountains. In the subterranean world, there was no sunrise or sunset, only a glowing sphere before him.
Tang Song sat on the skull seat, his mind as calm as a mountain rock, his movements extremely steady as he performed the technique, extracting the black or multi-colored threads.
For cultivators, a single period of secluded cultivation often lasted for years.
Refining a batch of pills might take several years of effort, requiring extraordinary patience.
Unknowingly, Tang Song had already been in the subterranean world for two months.
During this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents visited Tang Manor in New York multiple times to see Tang Song.
Unfortunately, Boss Tang was indeed not there.
Lane, who was in charge, was even busier than ever...
Gradually, after Phil Coulson and Black Widow Natasha hit a wall several times, they stopped coming so frequently.
Two months passed in a flash. Upon receiving an order from the World Security Council, Nick Fury led a group of agents to a Safe House in New York.
This was where the Hitman who assassinated the King of Wakanda, transferred from the Secret Service, was being held.
According to several rounds of negotiations between the Federation and Wakanda, they needed to hand over this Hitman, along with the Real Killer behind him that they had found, to the Wakandan side.
Because it involved international matters, this transfer was handled by S.H.I.E.L.D., a subordinate agency of the World Security Council.
Just as Nick Fury watched several agents escorting John Wick into a car.
Two kilometers away from this Safe House, a Hydra Cobra Commander wearing a kevlar vest and a full-face bulletproof helmet was resting on an ammunition box. His communicator suddenly vibrated a few times, and he jumped up abruptly, ordering loudly: "Time's up! First wave of fire suppression begins!"
A sharp sound of breaking air echoed in the air. The first batch of thirty small-caliber high-explosive rockets had arrived above the Villa Safehouse...
The entire villa was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire, and half of the villa's architecture immediately became a barren land.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh, Boom boom boom boom boom boom! 150mm rocket-propelled grenade launchers, two rounds of shelling, almost leveled the entire Villa Safehouse.
Nick Fury lay in a four to five-meter deep large pit blasted by a rocket launcher, his face covered in blood.
"Tony, I've been ambushed..."
Nick Fury frantically contacted Tony Stark. He hadn't expected Hydra to be so crazy, daring to launch shelling in the New York City Area.
If he hadn't been lucky, he would have been blown up by the rockets long ago.
Nick Fury got up, a bloodstain running across his dark-skinned face.
He hadn't brought many people this time, only Hill and four or five agents, all his confidants.
Nick Fury was a little worried. The enemy using artillery in the New York City Area clearly meant they were escalating the conflict. He wasn't sure if the few of them could withstand Hydra's attack.
Fortunately, this was New York, and he had Tony Stark as an external reinforcement.
"You guys better hold on for two minutes! I'll be there right away!"
Tony Stark's voice came from the communicator.
In fact, it didn't even take two minutes. Boom boom boom...
The artillery position that Baron Strucker had placed high hopes on was reduced to nothing in a series of sympathetic detonations.
Tony Stark flew in mid-air, the target lock program on his iron suit providing him with precision guidance.
"Guys, you're in trouble! Over two hundred people have rushed into the villa!"
Tony Stark swooped down, raised his hands, and a barrage of missiles blasted downwards.
"Director, are you alright?"
"Things are bad here. These guys have bulletproof plates inserted in their bulletproof vests. Our guns can't penetrate their bulletproof vests at all!"
Nick Fury, Agent Hill, and one surviving agent hid behind a Bunker, suppressed by the dense firepower, unable to lift their heads.
Holding a wisp of black fiend qi so pure it glowed, Tang Song's expression became somewhat solemn.
This wisp of corpse baleful qi was too pure, so pure it seemed to have originated from the same corpse—
One must know that the mottled fiend qi formed from ten thousand corpses over thousands of years could only be considered low to mid-grade fiend qi. Even the Yellow Springs Sect, when collecting Yellow Springs fiend qi in the underworld, couldn't achieve this level of purity.
Because even the fiend qi in the underworld was generated by countless corpses and bones and spirits of the dead. Although it was also high-grade corpse baleful qi, the fiend qi produced by the corpses and bones of countless people was inevitably somewhat mottled.
In the Jambudvīpa World, it was well known that the higher and more powerful a corpse's cultivation was during its life, the purer the fiend qi it generated.
This level of high-grade fiend qi, even in the Jambudvīpa World, could only be born from the immortal corpse of a true immortal at the Pure Yang level after death.
Could it be that an existence at the immortal level died here?
Tang Song subconsciously surveyed the surroundings, then silently released the silver armored corpses from the Five Yin Pouch, setting up a simple defensive array.
Regardless, even if such a powerful existence was here, it must have died countless years ago! Its corpse has already turned into fiend qi!
After being on alert for a long time, Tang Song looked at the mass of fiend qi before him and decided he shouldn't frighten himself. Collecting these fiend qi was the priority.
Thinking that a powerful existence might have perished in this subterranean world, who knew if anything had parasitized on its corpse.
His original idea of performing sha condensation directly in the subterranean world could only be temporarily put aside.
Tang Song unfolded the Five Yin Pouch, and several half-foot tall long-necked jade bottles flew out from within it.
These jade bottles were spatial gourd magical artifacts that Tang Song had refined before entering the subterranean world, specifically for storing fiend qi.
Pulling out the jade bottle stoppers from the five jade bottles, Tang Song affixed talisman paper to the bottle bodies of these jade bottles, then performed hand seals and cast magic technique to extract from the huge mass of fiend qi before him. Unlike dealing with a single type of fiend qi, handling this composite fiend qi mass required Tang Song to be cautious, separating the wisps of fiend qi and sending them into these jade bottles individually.
This process was like pulling out individual colored threads from a ball of multi-colored yarn.
Just looking at this hundreds of meters across mass of fiend qi, it would take at least several months to strip out enough fiend qi for his sha condensation. This was a slow, meticulous process that couldn't be rushed.
Fortunately, Tang Song had anticipated this. The Five Yin Pouch not only stored enough food, but the business outside was also being managed by Lane, so there wouldn't be any problems in the short term.
Time passes without notice in the mountains. In the subterranean world, there was no sunrise or sunset, only a glowing sphere before him.
Tang Song sat on the skull seat, his mind as calm as a mountain rock, his movements extremely steady as he performed the technique, extracting the black or multi-colored threads.
For cultivators, a single period of secluded cultivation often lasted for years.
Refining a batch of pills might take several years of effort, requiring extraordinary patience.
Unknowingly, Tang Song had already been in the subterranean world for two months.
During this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents visited Tang Manor in New York multiple times to see Tang Song.
Unfortunately, Boss Tang was indeed not there.
Lane, who was in charge, was even busier than ever...
Gradually, after Phil Coulson and Black Widow Natasha hit a wall several times, they stopped coming so frequently.
Two months passed in a flash. Upon receiving an order from the World Security Council, Nick Fury led a group of agents to a Safe House in New York.
This was where the Hitman who assassinated the King of Wakanda, transferred from the Secret Service, was being held.
According to several rounds of negotiations between the Federation and Wakanda, they needed to hand over this Hitman, along with the Real Killer behind him that they had found, to the Wakandan side.
Because it involved international matters, this transfer was handled by S.H.I.E.L.D., a subordinate agency of the World Security Council.
Just as Nick Fury watched several agents escorting John Wick into a car.
Two kilometers away from this Safe House, a Hydra Cobra Commander wearing a kevlar vest and a full-face bulletproof helmet was resting on an ammunition box. His communicator suddenly vibrated a few times, and he jumped up abruptly, ordering loudly: "Time's up! First wave of fire suppression begins!"
A sharp sound of breaking air echoed in the air. The first batch of thirty small-caliber high-explosive rockets had arrived above the Villa Safehouse...
The entire villa was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire, and half of the villa's architecture immediately became a barren land.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh, Boom boom boom boom boom boom! 150mm rocket-propelled grenade launchers, two rounds of shelling, almost leveled the entire Villa Safehouse.
Nick Fury lay in a four to five-meter deep large pit blasted by a rocket launcher, his face covered in blood.
"Tony, I've been ambushed..."
Nick Fury frantically contacted Tony Stark. He hadn't expected Hydra to be so crazy, daring to launch shelling in the New York City Area.
If he hadn't been lucky, he would have been blown up by the rockets long ago.
Nick Fury got up, a bloodstain running across his dark-skinned face.
He hadn't brought many people this time, only Hill and four or five agents, all his confidants.
Nick Fury was a little worried. The enemy using artillery in the New York City Area clearly meant they were escalating the conflict. He wasn't sure if the few of them could withstand Hydra's attack.
Fortunately, this was New York, and he had Tony Stark as an external reinforcement.
"You guys better hold on for two minutes! I'll be there right away!"
Tony Stark's voice came from the communicator.
In fact, it didn't even take two minutes. Boom boom boom...
The artillery position that Baron Strucker had placed high hopes on was reduced to nothing in a series of sympathetic detonations.
Tony Stark flew in mid-air, the target lock program on his iron suit providing him with precision guidance.
"Guys, you're in trouble! Over two hundred people have rushed into the villa!"
Tony Stark swooped down, raised his hands, and a barrage of missiles blasted downwards.
"Director, are you alright?"
"Things are bad here. These guys have bulletproof plates inserted in their bulletproof vests. Our guns can't penetrate their bulletproof vests at all!"
Nick Fury, Agent Hill, and one surviving agent hid behind a Bunker, suppressed by the dense firepower, unable to lift their heads.
