Chapter 288 Breaking Through the Late Nascent Soul Stage

Although the world is in tatters, there are always people who are mending it.

Chu Ning is currently playing the role of sewing and scavenging.

He put all the dilapidated weapons and magic weapons into the storage bag without missing a single one. Even the scrap metal that didn't seem to have any energy emitted, he didn't let go.

The experience of reading so many novels in his previous life told him that many protagonists just picked up scrap metal in the eyes of others and then started a counterattack.

There are countless examples of burning fire sticks that look tattered but contain the soul of an old man who has lived for tens of thousands of years.

Collecting these weapons made his progress much slower.

Half a month later, Chu Ning finally picked up all the junk. With his picking speed, it only took half a month to pick up all the junk. You can imagine how terrifying the number of weapons was.

"If these were scrap metal, I could have made a millionaire just by selling scrap metal in my previous life."

"This area should be a combat zone."

The reason why Chu Ning thinks so is because after passing this area, there are no more broken weapons.

The further you go, the more and more souls float in, and the entire sky becomes gray.

The souls floating in the air are like raindrops.

There was no sound of wind, but Chu Ning heard a plaintive whistling sound like the wind.

The soul is silent.

But when countless souls gathered together, they naturally gathered into a certain sound.

This voice seemed to be telling what these creatures had experienced during their lives, their tragedy, their unwillingness, their regrets...

Chu Ning also felt such a scene in the tomb of that soul cultivator when she was in Soul Continent, but the soul that time was still incomparable to this time.

That time it was just a shock, but this time the number of souls affected his state of mind.

Chu Ning looked forward. The next moment, he was stunned. In the rain of souls, there was a towering black mountain standing in the clouds.

Mountains are black bodies.

But what makes up this mountain is not mountain corpses, but strands of souls.

Chu Ning now understands where these souls came from and why they have not been exhausted after so many years.

A mountain composed of souls. This is no longer tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of souls. This is a terrifying number that cannot be counted.

Chu Ning's Nascent Soul was trembling, not because of fear, but because she was shocked by the previous scene.

Jingguan?

Seeing this mountain of stacked souls, Chu Ning thought of this word.

In ancient wars, in order to show off their military power and military exploits, the victorious party would stack the bones of the defeated party together to form a hill, which would then be covered with soil.

Are these souls created by the victors?

Chu Ning looked at the Soul Mountain that was constantly pouring out souls, and for the first time he felt his scalp numb. Even when he was in Daning County, he often threw the enemy's corpses into the boiler and burned them, and finally had his bones broken. Flying ashes, but the quantity is limited.

Looking around, except for Soul Mountain, the surroundings were gray and there was nothing else.

Chu Ning was silent for a long time, and finally floated cross-legged in the air. The handprints of "Mountain Like a Mountain" were condensed, and the peaks in the dantian jumped, and then appeared below him.

When he was inside the body of the senior soul cultivator, he finally relied on the Immovable Mountain Technique to resolve the obsessions of those souls.

He didn't know if it would be useful to these souls, but he just subconsciously wanted to do such a thing.

He wanted to free these souls.

Chu Ning had never thought of himself as a Holy Mother, but feeling the low moans in the rain of souls and looking at the towering Soul Mountain, he instinctively wanted to do this.

The mountain peak rotated, and the souls floating in the sky seemed to have found their destination, and they rushed towards the mountain peak one after another. These souls sank into the mountain peak, but this time they did not turn into soul beads.

As the soul sank into the mountain peak, the color of the mountain began to slowly change, from the original cyan to blood red, and finally to black.

Three years.

Chu Ning sat cross-legged and motionless, while the mountain peak below was as black as pure ink. However, the height of Hun Mountain, a hundred feet away in front of Chu Ning, did not decrease much.

The amount of souls that this mountain peak can absorb is still too small compared to Soul Mountain.

It's nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

Chu Ning opened his eyes. He could feel that the mountain peak was already saturated and could no longer absorb souls.

Just when Chu Ning was about to put the mountain away, the Yuanying in the dantian suddenly made a move. The Yuanying walked out of the dantian and stood on the mountain in one step.

Chu Ning looked at his Nascent Soul standing on the mountain peak, gesticulating a certain rune with his hands in the air.

Soon, Chu Ning realized that what his Nascent Soul was drawing was not the runes, but the word "soul" engraved on the stone tablet he had obtained next to the master's gate.

Since getting the soul word, Chu Ning has been writing from time to time in the past few years, but since entering the Nascent Soul realm, Chu Ning has not noticed how much help it has to his soul.

At this moment, Nascent Soul was writing "soul" in the air. Every time he finished writing, the mountain below trembled, and a green beam of light went from bottom to top, and finally sank into his own Nascent Soul body.

A quarter of an hour.

Ten soul words.

The mountain peaks have once again returned to their green color, dotted with emerald green.

Chu Ning was connected with Yuanying, and realized that there was nothing wrong with Yuanying, and even his body had grown slightly, so he knew that Yuanying should have benefited.

Chu Ning raised his right hand, and the seeds of Nian Tangshan appeared on the ground. As Chu Ning formed seals with his hands, Nian Tangshan began to grow rapidly, and it regained its height in one day.

After Yuan Ying appeared in Nian Tang Mountain, he formed a mudra of "Yinshan Jue". As the mudra was formed, seedlings appeared one after another on Nian Tang Mountain.

Chu Ning was a little shocked, but then she understood that these seedlings represented wisps of souls.

These souls were reborn in Tangshan in an alternative way.

Chu Ning didn't know whether these souls had autonomous consciousness, and whether it was their own choice to turn into seedlings.

But in his opinion, it was better to turn into a seedling of vegetation than to be trapped in Soul Mountain.

"So this is the real way to use the word soul?"

After confirming that his Nascent Soul could transform souls, Chu Ning closed his eyes again and concentrated on attracting souls into the mountain, while Nascent Soul was responsible for transforming these souls.

Going back and forth like this, I don’t know how many years have passed. I only know that the height of Soul Mountain ranges from above the clouds to level with the clouds, and then lower than the clouds.

Hun Mountain has become lower, but Niantang Mountain is already green, as if the earth is resurrecting and everything is rejuvenating, full of vitality, forming a sharp contrast with Hun Mountain.

The transition between death and life is quietly taking place in this desolate and empty land.

Also changing is Chu Ning's Yuanying. Chu Ning's Yuanying has slowly shed its immaturity and turned into a young man.

But compared to Chu Ning's fair skin, Yuan Ying is slightly darker. With the same eyebrows, Chu Ning gives people a relaxed look, while Yuan Ying gives people a silent look.

The bottleneck in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was unknowingly broken.

In the later stage of Nascent Soul, things will fall into place naturally.

The height of Nian Tangshan has exceeded 11,000 feet.

Not much height gain.

But the width of Nian Tang Mountain has increased several times.

The fire spirit in Nian Tangshan's body felt the changes in Nian Tangshan and murmured in the rolling magma.

"The mountain is ready, Chu Ning is just one step away from condensing the soul of the mountain."

Nian Tangshan now looks no longer like an isolated peak from a distance, but like a sharp sword and a single-handed general.

Nian Tangshan now has no edge, but there is something that cannot be ignored.

"I'm really curious as to what this guy Chu Ning's mountain soul is. It's obvious that he's not in the hegemony style."

The shape of a mountain often represents the characteristics of the mountain soul.

If the mountain soul is lonely and arrogant, the mountain peak must be lonely and arrogant.

Chu Ning naturally didn't know what Di Huo was thinking at this moment. He was completely immersed in absorbing souls.

Until... the entire Soul Mountain was only a hundred meters high, and only an altar-like existence remained, and within this altar, there was a wisp of crimson soul.

As this crimson soul floated into the mountain peak, the entire altar collapsed, and at the same time, a seedling appeared on Nian Tang Mountain.

The seedlings appear, and in just a few breaths they are lifted up several feet, branches are pulled out, and then fresh red plum blossoms bloom on the branches.

All the other seedlings on Nian Tang Mountain bowed in the direction of the red plum at this moment.

The red plum blossoms bloom and sway in the wind, responding to these seedlings.

Chu Ning opened his eyes and appeared in front of the red plum tree in a flash.

The fragrance of plum blossoms enters the nose, with a refreshing fragrance.

The flower branch bent over, and a red plum fell down, landing on the palm of Chu Ning's outstretched hand.

Chu Ning looked down at the red plum in his palm. He didn't know what the red plum did, but he knew it was a gift from the plum tree and expressed his gratitude.

Thank him for taking me in.

Chu Ning didn't say anything in the end, put the red plum into the storage bag, formed a seal with his hands, and put away Nian Tangshan again.

Thinking that Tangshan was put away, Nascent Soul and the mountain peak took the initiative to enter Chu Ning's Dantian.

"I don't know how much time has passed, so I'd better leave this place first."

Chu Ning's figure returned towards the original path, and the moment Chu Ning's figure stepped out of the stone door, an eye appeared in the sky above the land.

In those eyes, three figures walked out, and if Chu Ning were there, he would find that there was an old acquaintance of his.

"Amitabha, where is the soul here?"

Zenyi looked at the empty land and was stunned.

The two old monks beside him looked at him at the same time, with confusion in their eyes.

Zenyi frowned, a cloth bag appeared in his hand, his hands were in mudras, and he shouted: "Get up!"

A strong wind blew across the land, and the cloth bag blew loudly. After a while, a figure came towards the bag.

Zen stretched out his hand and shook it, and an extra puppet appeared in his hand.

Seeing this puppet, Zenyi's expression became very exciting, and he couldn't help but muttered: "It turns out to be this damn guy."

The two old monks were even more confused. This was the first time they heard the Holy Son say dirty words.