Born with immortal seed

Chapter 173 From Sword Immortal to Ruthless Man

"Even the most advanced demonic techniques, such as the Sacrifice Technique and the Blood Reversal Technique, cannot achieve this effect..."

Meng Shigui was not an ignorant rogue cultivator; in his memory, there was no secret technique that could instantly increase one's strength by so much.

Moreover, the strange pale white true flames emanating from that person's body did not burn any physical objects; if a tiny bit touched them, they would go straight to the sea of ​​consciousness.

If he hadn't been carrying a third-tier talisman specifically designed to protect his sea of ​​consciousness, he would have already lost most of his combat power due to the pain.

The burning of nearly half of its liquid mana prevented the Willow Leaf Sword's usually invincible stealth strike from achieving its full potential.

Despite the sword wound, he grabbed the flying sword with his bare hands, severely damaging its spiritual essence, rendering it unresponsive no matter how he tried to activate it.

"Even the sea turtles, known for their defense, don't have this kind of physical strength..."

Without seeing blood or feeling pain, possessing unparalleled divine power, and with a pale white true flame enveloping his body, Meng Shigui felt a chill in his heart.

"Without the Willow Leaf Sword, my strength has decreased by at least 30%... I won't gain any advantage by continuing to fight this kid. I'll go back and meet up with the elders before coming back to cause him trouble!"

Once the thought of retreat arises, the will to fight drops significantly.

Meng Shigui quickly tapped his body with his fingers to stop the pain, and at the same time tore open a talisman, which caused a torrent of water to surge and form a ten-zhang-long wave.

He took out a spare flying sword, and a silver sword light shot up, heading towards Zengguang Immortal City.

"Trying to leave? You think you can just walk away like that!"

Bai Zichen felt as if the power within his body was inexhaustible, and he never felt exhausted.

It transformed into an identical silver sword light, accompanied by thunderous sounds, directly breaking through the waves and quickly catching up with the short distance lost.

This time, Meng Shigui, who was injured, could not fly as fast as Bai Zichen on his sword, and the distance between the two was rapidly reduced.

"Kid, don't go too far... Don't think I don't have the means to fight to the death!"

Meng Shigui shouted in a fierce but inwardly weak manner, but in reality, he didn't have many trump cards up his sleeve.

The Youlongmen sect, which was built on the scraps left by the fallen Yulong Sect, has only existed for a few hundred years. How much foundation and heritage can it possibly have?

The most precious treasures of the Fish-Dragon Sect fell into the hands of the Dragon Lord and the powerful demons who assisted him.

"I'm afraid you won't dare to risk your life!"

Bai Zichen was multitasking, unleashing a dense and impenetrable barrage of sword light. He wasn't aiming for great damage, but simply to slow down the black-faced cultivator.

When the two were close enough, a pale white flame also ignited on the Tianxin Sword, increasing its flight speed by another 30%.

Bai Zichen directly struck Meng Shigui with his sword light, and the two became entangled in mid-air before plummeting to the ground.

Faced with a barrage of mines hurtling towards him, he merely tilted his head slightly, letting the mines explode on his body, and used that moment to throw three punches with all his might.

The first punch shattered a third-tier protective talisman on Meng Shigui's body.

The second punch produced a crisp sound of bones breaking; even the most powerful magic melted away in the face of the pale white flames.

The third punch was like a tattered sack leaking air everywhere; Meng Shigui completely collapsed into a heap.

call out!
The sword light swirled, the jade-like sound thundered, and a head flew into the sky.

After crashing heavily to the ground from a height of a hundred feet, Bai Zichen got up as if nothing had happened. He had four or five more sword wounds on his body, and several bloody holes corroded by water mines, through which the bone could be faintly seen.

The sword light flashed, delivering two more blows to the black-faced cultivator who had been thrown to the ground, while pale white flames surged and burned around him.

Logically speaking, Foundation Establishment cultivators have weak spiritual consciousness and cannot continue to survive without support after their physical bodies are destroyed.

But Bai Zichen wouldn't take that risk. Who knew if this person had some kind of secret survival technique, surviving as a wisp of a soul, which might cause him trouble in the future?

Having confirmed that the black-faced cultivator was beyond dead, Bai Zichen used his sword light to lift the blue storage bag at the cultivator's waist, as well as the Tianxin Sword, which shared the same origin as his own.

He then used his flying sword to poke around the corpse twice to make sure there was nothing there. After that, he quickly dug a deep pit and buried the black-faced cultivator inside.

It quickly found its direction, transformed into a sword beam, and flew away without stopping for a moment.

Who knows when this person's companion will arrive? Leaving sooner will ensure greater safety.

Bai Zichen didn't expect such a crude method of hiding a corpse to last long. Even in a Nascent Soul sect, a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the peak of their cultivation would be an important disciple, and would definitely attract the attention of a Core Formation cultivator.

Even if they are burned to ashes, there are still divination and retrospection methods to find the last place where their fellow disciples died based on the slightest clue.

Five days later, a large airship landed.

Several monks emerged, carrying oil lamps, and scattered to search.

The leading cultivator's face was stiff, like a dead man's, without the slightest expression.

He walked slowly for a few steps, then suddenly strode to a pile of rubble. With a wave of his hand, the ground was lifted up by a foot, and the soil piled up to form a mound.

A headless corpse lay underground, its flesh scattered into a clump of mud, with marks of sharp weapons.

"Elder Kuang, it looks like Senior Brother Meng's body..."

Junior Brother Sheng, who appeared at the gate of Zengguang Immortal City at the same time as Meng Shigui, followed behind and said with a hint of fear.

"That day, Senior Brother Meng said he seemed to have seen traces of the Yinzhu Sword and suspected it was a remnant of the Fish Dragon Sect, so he chased after it... Who would have thought that he would perish here."

The inland areas are indeed more dangerous than the open sea; no wonder the elders told us to temper our tempers.

Junior Brother Sheng was somewhat frightened. Meng Shigui was far stronger than him, yet he ended up in such a state.

It's unclear whether they've truly run into remnants of the Fish-Dragon Sect or provoked someone they shouldn't have.

"Nephew Meng was brutally beaten to death by an incomparably powerful fist. All the bones in his body were broken, not a single one was intact... The murderer was a body cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment, most likely from a Nascent Soul sect, and possessed extraordinary supernatural abilities."

After examining the corpse with a deadpan expression, Boss Kuang came to a conclusion.

"The sword wounds on his body were added by that person after Junior Nephew Meng died, but it was to cover up the truth and make people think that Junior Nephew Meng died at the hands of a sword cultivator, trying to mislead us."

"How could such a mere trick deceive Elder Kuang... According to you, the murderer shouldn't be a remnant of the Fish-Dragon Sect? The Fish-Dragon Sect's core cultivation techniques don't include any specific body-refining methods."

Junior Brother Sheng offered a small compliment and asked curiously.

"It's hard to say. We can't rule out the possibility that the remnants of the Fish-Dragon Sect have switched to other sects to learn their skills... There are too many coincidences in this matter. I suspect that the person Junior Nephew Meng saw that day was very likely a remnant of the Fish-Dragon Sect."

Elder Kuang felt regretful. If it really was a remnant of the Fish-Dragon Sect, then he had missed a great opportunity.

"It's a pity that I was talking with my fellow practitioners from the Du family that day and didn't pay attention to the oil lamp of my disciple. Otherwise, if I had discovered that my junior nephew Meng's soul had been destroyed earlier, I might have had a chance to catch up with the murderer. Now several days have passed, and the murderer has long since fled tens of thousands of miles away."

"Let's go back to Chilong Island first and report this matter to our senior brother, the sect leader... Since it involves the remnants of the Fish-Dragon Sect, we must report it to the Dragon Lord."

Elder Kuang's expression was solemn. The five Core Formation level sects currently in charge of the Myriad Star Islands all grew up after the destruction of the Fish-Dragon Sect.

The reason why it was able to dominate a region in just a few hundred years among the many powerful islands in the outer sea is because of the background of a fourth-order transformed demon in the deep sea.

Dragon Lord!

……

Bai Zichen was so focused on flying on his sword that he didn't have time to consider anything else.

The origins of the black-faced cultivator, the contents of his storage bag, his grudges and entanglements with the Fish-Dragon Sect... all these things can only be considered one by one after he is completely safe.

"The Glazed Fire God Body can last for one hour, and I must find a sufficiently safe place within that time."

At present, Bai Zichen still has abundant magical power and is full of energy.

But he knew in his heart that this was just an appearance. Once the effect of the Glazed Fire God Body wore off, he would be lucky if he could still take care of himself.

"The technique only mentions self-destruction of the Glazed Body and reverting to the first level, without mentioning any other aftereffects... But even without serious aftereffects, the injuries alone could have taken most of my life!"

Bai Zichen had more than a dozen wounds all over his body, the most serious of which was the sword wound that almost pierced through him.

With a Heavenly Spiritual Root aptitude, one can learn any cultivation technique instantly and master any supernatural power with a single touch. Even Ancestor Ge Cang, who cultivated the Primordial Yang Divine Thunder to its highest level, the Qian Tian Primordial Yang Divine Thunder Net, took twenty years to cultivate the second layer of the Five Crystal Glazed Body.

A cultivator with a different spiritual root will likely need at least forty years to reach that level.

An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator might need nearly a hundred years to complete the second level of the Five Crystal Glazed Body.

Therefore, there has never been an experience of a senior self-destructing their crystal body in the Hall of Transmission of Skills.

Bai Zichen even suspected that, apart from the founding patriarch who might have tried it, he was the first Foundation Establishment cultivator to self-destruct his Glazed Body and experience the Glazed Fire God Body.

"Strangely, the cultivation technique records that the Glazed Fire God Body can burn all things... but the pale white true flames burning on my body only burn my divine sense. How could this have changed?"

The thought flashed through my mind and stayed with me.

Now is not the time to study this matter; we can only explore it later.

After flying nearly a thousand miles in one breath, Bai Zichen realized that the Glazed Fire God Body only had a short time left, and his sword light landed on a desolate and deserted mountain.

After circling around, they found a cave with a large snake, as thick as a water bucket, coiled inside.

With a single sword strike, he slew the giant snake, then set up a soundproof and breath-concealing array before collapsing to the ground.

The entrance to the cave was deliberately left unblocked with stones, so that even if someone passed by, they would only mistake it for an ordinary snake hole.

The spiritual energy on this mountain is thin, so there shouldn't be any cultivators passing by.

Soon, a feeling of fatigue and weakness washed over me, and the reddish-brown, glassy texture on my skin quickly faded, returning to my normal skin tone.

Bai Zichen could sense that the crystal body he had clearly refined had completely disappeared, and the crystal fire jade in his sea of ​​consciousness had not re-condensed.

The five-crystal glass body retreated back to the first layer.

"The aftereffects of self-destructing the glass body are complete exhaustion and the loss of half of one's essence and blood... Compared to the enhancement effect, it is already quite merciful."

Bai Zichen's face turned deathly pale instantly, his hands were completely bloodless, and he looked like he was terminally ill, without a trace of life.

Half of one's essence and blood is lost at once, and it takes at least a year and a half to recover.

But thinking about the Demonic Disintegration Secret Techniques of the Demonic Path, which are less effective than self-destructing the Glazed Body but come at the cost of a decrease in cultivation level or even death from body explosion, I feel much more at ease.

"puff!"

Bai Zichen spat out another mouthful of blood essence, and the sword wound on his chest exploded, with a trace of residual sword energy lingering on the wound.

Previously, his powerful physical body had been suppressed, but it has now been unleashed.

At the same time, the pain from all the wounds all over his body returned to him, almost making him faint from the pain.

(End of this chapter)