The Ascension of the Evil Path: Starting from Refining Gu

The demon Liu Feng stared at the broken golden body of the god in front of him, but was unable to sense any spirituality from the former killer god.

The murderous gods who had led the way for him back then were long gone, and what was left was only the clone of Duan Qingliang, the Emperor of Taiwei Divine Dynasty.

The golden body was shattered, and all the fragments of the god's golden body suddenly spontaneously combusted and turned into a mighty divine power.

Under the guidance of divine power, 100,000 blood-red swordsmen rushed towards Liu Feng from all directions. In addition, the evil hands regrouped and grabbed from behind.

Taking advantage of this gap, the collapsed part of the Kingdom of God closed up and disappeared.

A layer of sticky demonic blood appeared outside Liu Feng's body, and a vortex of void emerged in the blood.

He used the blood of the ancient demon to perform the magical power of destroying blood, and combined with the method of the avenue of space, he was able to resist the attack of 100,000 soldiers.

As for the evil hand behind him, which was indistinguishable from Duan Qingliang after merging with him, he simply flipped his hand and broke the broken palm that had not yet fully healed.

Duan Qingliang's divine golden body is indestructible. Even if the broken palm that appears outside is completely erased, it will regenerate from Duan Qingliang's body.

His gaze shifted to Duan Qingliang and looked at the bone side of the ship in his hand. He knew that Senior Brother Baojian had intentionally given up this item in order to delay, but unfortunately the other party still wanted to kill him.

"Liu Feng, I will fight you again in the Land of Ascension."

Perhaps knowing that he was no match for Liu Feng's demonic body at the moment, Duan Qingliang used the divine power gained from the fragments of his clone's golden body to delay the enemy, while his real body fled upstream upstream.

Liu Feng snorted coldly, and when the divine power that was enveloping him weakened, he swung his eight arms and eight fists together, destroying all the bloody swords and weapons in an instant, and wiped out the evil spirit's broken palm.

He did not track Duan Qingliang because he sensed that his second evil body and angry body had been destroyed, and Liu Xiaoxiao needed his help.

He took a few steps and came to the tributary of the Sea of ​​Bitterness. The demonic blood on his body turned into lines of destructive seals, sweeping across both banks.

"Crack..." The void was distorted and cracks appeared in the space.

Of the more than 20 would-be leaders who had previously taken action to restrict the time on the side of the bone ship, eight of them were unable to escape and turned into bloody mist on the spot.

Liu Feng opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and eight balls of blood mist flew over along with the shattered soul.

At the same time, his inner world opened up, and two thousand seven hundred immortals and Buddhas appeared.

"My clones will die more often than live in the place where they ascend to heaven. You can take your chances here. Whether you can survive the catastrophe depends on your own luck."

After saying this, he teleported to the other side of the tributary of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, rushed towards the blood-red sphere thousands of miles away where the three heterodox monks were, and crashed into it.

The immortals and Buddhas who stayed on the right bank of the tributary of the Sea of ​​Bitterness sensed the extremely condensed seven-colored immortal energy as soon as they came out.

Liu Feng brought them here, and as long as they survived, everyone would have the hope of achieving the perfection of the second body of immortality.

The lifespan of all living beings has been largely cut in half. Compared to staying in Liu Feng's inner world and waiting for their lifespan to run out, it is obvious that they can live longer by ascending to the perfect Second Body Immortal.

Jing Ling, Cao Tianshi and others immediately joined forces with some Insect Temple inheritors to intercept the seven-colored immortal energy flowing downstream, while the rest of the immortals and Buddhas dispersed in groups of three or two.

Without Liu Feng to protect them, they could only try to disperse as much as possible to avoid encountering the evil cult leader and being captured in one fell swoop.

Jiang Qingxuan, the head of the family, Jiang Ming, and the great elder exchanged a glance, and said in a voice transmission: "You stay here to arrange for the cultivation of the clan members, and I will go to the place where I can ascend to heaven. I will not really ascend to heaven, but only take the opportunity."

"If you are lucky enough to survive, I will come back to protect the people of your tribe from the disaster."

Upon hearing this, the two future leaders of the Jiang family could only nod their heads, not holding out much hope that the ancestor would be able to return alive.

Just looking at the terrifying aftermath of the battle on the other side, it is enough to infer that most of those who go to the place of ascension are at the level of sect leaders. Pick any one of them, and 80% of them will be stronger than the ancestor who has exhausted his potential and barely cultivated into a three-body Taoist immortal.

Once Liu Feng's clone is unable to help, the ancestor of the Jiang family will have to face other leaders. Not to mention snatching opportunities, he may be refined as a tonic in advance.

After Jiang Qingxuan finished speaking, he flew to the other side, intending to help Liu Feng deal with the three foreign monks.

But when he came over, the blood-colored sphere exploded, and only four people were left in his sight: Liu Feng, Liu Xiaoxiao who had manifested her true form, and the two who flew away.

Below, the corpses of monsters spread out for a thousand miles, and one of the foreign monks who was fighting with Liu Feng seemed to be able to control the monsters.

As for the three foreign monks before, with three auras of holy blood, one of them became a corpse on the tumor of Liu Xiaoxiao's body, being devoured by the evil flesh and blood.

On top of the huge tumor that was a thousand feet long, Liu Xiaoxiao, who had a bun on her head, showed half of her body. Her facial features were distorted and her smile was evil.

After tasting the levels of the two leaders successively, her original evil nature was exposed. The filthy water light around her body pushed forward layer by layer, chasing the two fleeing figures.

"Shouldn't we chase after him?" Liu Xiaoxiao asked in confusion when she saw that Liu Feng didn't move.

The demon Liu Feng stood still, with seven-colored Buddha light flowing in his eyes.

With the Buddha's path in mind and as the future Buddha of three lives, he can predict the future much more clearly than his Taoist master. In addition, with the Avenue of Time, the possibilities he sees in the future may be even longer-term.

At this moment, when he was about to move forward, he saw the death of himself and others. There were thirty-seven different future scenes, most of which involved death.

He glanced at Liu Xiaoxiao, thinking that this woman would be a somewhat bad omen, but he still wanted to go to the place of ascension without hesitation.

"Forget it. In this catastrophe, more people will die than live. It is destined that even my true body cannot guarantee that I can ascend to heaven. If I don't risk my life, there is really no chance of success."

Liu Feng knew that his demonic clone was very powerful and he would most likely die, and of course the people traveling with him might also die.

Among the immortals and Buddhas who were scattered in the rear and practicing along the tributaries of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, it was considered lucky if only one or two out of a hundred survived.

Too many of his followers, successors, and old friends around him are destined not to survive to the end.

Even the hundreds of billions of lives that his original body has taken in, nine out of nine will run out of lifespans before the catastrophe, and won't be able to see the day when his original body ascends to heaven. Having made up his mind, Liu Feng's demonic body opened a void passage, motioned to Liu Xiaoxiao and Jiang Qingxuan, and the three of them stepped into it.

Just as he was about to go upstream through space, a figure in red flashed behind him.

"I am not far from becoming a leader. I can become one if I have a chance. I will go with you."

Lu Yao looked calm, as if she didn't care about her own life or death. She didn't want to leave behind any soul fragments, and was unwilling to weaken her own soul.

The demon body Liu Feng looked at Lu Yao without saying anything. The four of them went upstream along the tributary of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

In the back, Xinhai and the other three monks returned to the bank of a tributary of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, watched Liu Feng's clone leave, and then dispersed to three places to take care of the inheritors left by Liu Feng.

They knew that they were not strong enough, so they could only practice here and wait for Liu Feng's real body.

……

Deep in the chaotic sky, nine turbid yellow streams thousands of miles wide rushed into nothingness, each of which split into countless tributaries.

There are many tributaries, some are wide and some are narrow. Some of them tear through the void space as they flow, and no one knows where the other end will flow to.

Beside the nine tributaries that were ten thousand miles wide, immortals and Buddhas who had come upstream from various places stopped to search. Among them were some powerful quasi-leaders, but most of them did not dare to move forward rashly.

Further ahead, at the confluence of nine tributaries that stretch for thousands of miles, a stream as thick as a turbid yellow pillar of water hung down, rising vertically in front of their eyes.

The water flow brought down piles of dead bodies from above, most of which were True Demon cultivators and evil spirits with little consciousness, and of course the corpses of immortals and Buddhas as well.

Pieces of broken earth fell down. These fragments of land from the inner world exuded immortal energy and contained the blessing of the power of the Great Dao. They all came from the level of the leader.

A river of blood flowed among the fragments of land. Fragments of Taoist tools, broken arms and limbs of a religious leader, immortals and Buddhas who followed a certain religious leader, and the drained bodies of over 100 million monks could be seen.

As for ordinary mortals, there are few people at the level of the leader who will take them in. The vows they accept all come from monks. But once the leader dies, more than 100 million monks will also die.

Standing at the end of the tributary, it looked like a mountain of corpses falling down.

If you follow the water flowing in front of you upstream, the place you will lead to may very well be a real sea of ​​suffering.

While many would-be leaders stopped at a certain point, several leaders went against the current.

The space cracked open like a gap in a door, and Liu Feng, the demon body and four others arrived.

"Rumble..." The water flow made a roaring thunderous sound, shaking the spiritual sea of ​​every immortal and Buddha.

Liu Feng looked at the water that stretched nearly 30,000 miles in front of him and hung like a pillar in the sky, and said in a deep voice: "Once you are in the sea of ​​suffering, it will be difficult to come back. If you three want to stay, this is the most suitable place for cultivation."

Mountains of corpses fell down, bringing with them the seven-colored immortal aura, the leader's obsession and even his residual soul, which would have been an extremely rare opportunity in the past.

Liu Xiaoxiao, who had regained her human form, looked up and said nothing, making it clear that she wanted to go with them.

Jiang Qingxuan and Lu Yao felt the pressure of the Great Dao contained in the water flow. They had no idea what had happened in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and could not figure out why the water in the Sea of ​​Bitterness would carry the power of the Great Dao.

Arriving here, they both felt an even worse omen in their hearts. They could catch a glimpse of a blurry future scene. In the scene, they, like the leader carried away by the water, had become corpses!

"I am not as capable as Fellow Daoist Liu in saving all living beings. I just want to have enough strength to save my own people. I must go on this journey. The Sea of ​​Bitterness can bring down the power of the Great Dao, and the opportunities above will surely benefit even a leader." Jiang Qingxuan stabilized his mood and spoke in a firm tone.

Lu Yao stared at Liu Feng's back with her eyes fixed, her expression fluctuated for a moment, as if she had returned to her former obsession with the person in front of her.

But this state of mind was fleeting, and she instantly regained her indifference and said calmly: "It is hard to guarantee that Fellow Daoist Liu will succeed in his journey. Instead of relying on you, it is better for me to become stronger myself, so that I may be able to survive to the end."

What she meant was that she didn't plan to ascend to heaven, but to become as strong as possible like Jiang Qingxuan, and to survive the catastrophe with her own strength.

Even if the virtual world and the world beyond the sky are destroyed and one is in the void, as long as one does not encounter a catastrophe that sweeps across the entire void, it is possible for a stronger leader to survive.

In contrast, in their opinion, ascending the mountain means certain death.

A complex look flashed in Liu Feng's eyes. The future picture he saw was clearer. The reason he persuaded was because he saw the death catastrophe again.

He went there with his clone only to explore the way for his original body, leaving behind some memory images and useful clues for his original body.

Since the other three had also decided to leave, he didn't want to say more.

Bearing the power of the avenue brought by the water flow, the demon Liu Feng looked up at the top of the water flow, and vaguely saw a broken space, and a turbid yellow color on the opposite side.

His body suddenly grew in size, revealing his true form as an ancient demon at the level of a cult leader. He then stretched out his eight arms, and took the lead in bearing the invisible pressure, clearing a path upwards and moving in the opposite direction.

The higher you go, the heavier the invisible pressure becomes, and with it comes pain that spreads throughout the body and soul.

Sections of water flew by, and the four people's bodies rose up more than 20,000 feet and plunged into the water above.

"Buzz..." The soul buzzed.

In their perception, they seemed to be turned upside down, not immersed in the water of the sea of ​​suffering, but passing through an invisible barrier.

When their vision became clear again, they found themselves standing in the boundless sea, and what they saw was an independent space.

There is muddy water under my feet and gray clouds above my head.

Above the gray clouds formed by the resentment of all living beings, there is another world vaguely existing, where the road is intact and the sun is shining.

(End of this chapter)