Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

The guardian's clone was wandering around like a ghost, and the four of them were already in a desperate situation.

"Is this your limit?" The guardian's voice was like the cold wind, revealing ruthless pressure.

His clone rushed towards the young boy like a cheetah, his palm like a knife, pointing straight at his throat.

The young boy tried to retreat in horror, but there was nowhere to escape, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Concentrate your spiritual energy and form a final combined attack!" the black-robed man gritted his teeth.

The four of them gathered together again, and the spiritual energy in their hands flowed again, trying to gather all their strength together to face the impending desperate situation.

"Come on!" the black-robed man roared, and the four of them injected their spiritual energy together. The light of the formation flickered again, as if to defeat the guardian's clone in one fell swoop.

"Stupid decision!" The guardian smiled coldly, and powerful spiritual energy gathered instantly, heading straight for the four monks.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the entire treasure room shook again, dust flew, and the atmosphere became more tense.

The guardian's hands swept through the air, leaving a violent cold light, and spiritual energy surged out like a tide, instantly covering the entire treasure room.

The air was filled with pungent spiritual fluctuations, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

There was a cold light flashing in the guardian's eyes and a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking the ignorance and stupidity of the four monks in front of him.

"Come on." The guardian's voice was deep and powerful, shocking like thunder.

The black-robed man's heart tightened. Although he had tried his best, facing the powerful guardian, his spiritual energy was like a candle in the breeze and could be extinguished at any time.

The four of them worked together, and spiritual energy continued to gather in their hands, forming a flickering ball of light. However, this power seemed so insignificant in front of the guardian.

"Break!" The black-robed man roared, and the ball of light in his hand rushed towards the guardian like a meteor.

The guardian just smiled slightly, waved his hands, and spiritual energy surged out like a flood, instantly submerging the ball of light.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the entire treasure room shook again, the light ball was torn apart, and the scattered spiritual energy bloomed like fireworks, instantly turning into countless light spots and dissipating in the air.

But the guardian was not affected at all. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and then he put his hands together, and powerful spiritual energy swept towards the four people like a tide.

"Ah!" The woman in white gauze screamed in horror. The long sword in her hand was like paper in front of this force and was knocked away in an instant. The blade drew an arc and hit the wall heavily, making a crisp sound.

Her body was pushed backwards by the force and hit the ground, blood spurting out. She curled up in pain, her eyes full of despair.

Seeing this, the burly man's heart tightened and he tried to step forward to rescue, but as soon as he moved, the guardian's clone followed like a shadow and pounced on him quickly.

The burly man roared and threw out both fists, trying to block the attack, but the guardian's clone dodged like a ghost and then punched him directly in the abdomen.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the burly man groaned, blood spurted out, his face showed pain, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The power of the guardian is like a landslide or tsunami, overwhelming and impossible to resist.

"Damn it!" the woman in white gauze screamed in pain, feeling helpless.

She wanted to get up, but was unable to move due to the severe pain. She watched her companions being knocked down by the guardian's clones, her heart filled with despair and fear.

The young boy was standing nearby, his fear growing deeper and deeper, his legs felt as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't move at all.

He watched his companions being knocked down one by one, his heart filled with helplessness and despair, with faint whimpers coming from his throat.

He wanted to escape, but found himself trapped by the guardian's pressure and unable to move.

"Don't give up!" the black-robed man roared. Although he was shaken in his heart, he was still unwilling to give up.

The four of them struggled to regroup, the spiritual energy in their hands circulated again, trying to gather all their strength together to face the impending desperate situation.

“Come on!” The man in black gritted his teeth, and the four of them injected their spiritual energy together. The light of the formation flickered again, as if to defeat the guardian's clone in one fell swoop.

But the guardian's sneer was like a biting cold wind, causing their confidence to collapse instantly.

"You're courting death!" The guardian smiled coldly, clasped his hands together, and powerful spiritual energy gathered instantly, heading straight for the four monks.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the entire treasure room shook again, dust flew, and the atmosphere became more tense.

The guardian's power came like a tidal wave, and the four people could not resist it at all. The fluctuation of spiritual energy was like an invisible blade, tearing through their defenses in an instant.

"what!"

The young boy's screams broke the silence.

The guardian's power was like a huge mountain, crushing him hard. He fell to the ground in pain, blood spurting out, and his face was dazed.

"Black robe! Think of a way quickly!" The woman in white gauze struggled desperately, trying to stand up, but her body was already weak, blood soaked her clothes, and her eyes were full of despair.

“At this point, we can only hold on!” the black-robed man gritted his teeth. Although his heart was filled with fear, he was still unwilling to admit defeat.

He tried his best to gather his spiritual energy again, but the guardian's attack was like a violent storm, leaving them no chance to breathe.

"Boom!" There was another loud noise, and the man in black robe was hit by the guardian's clone. Blood splattered and he hit the wall heavily. His face showed pain and he looked dazed.

"You are all my prey!" The guardian's voice was like a cold wind, full of ruthless pressure.

Its clone rushed towards the four people like a cheetah, its palms like knives, heading straight for them.

"Ah!" The four of them screamed in unison, and a feeling of despair spread instantly.

No matter how they struggled, the power of the guardian had already completely suppressed them.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the entire treasure room completely collapsed at this moment, and dust flew.

All four monks were severely injured by the guardian's ruthless attack. They fell to the ground one after another, their blood staining the ground red, and their groans of pain echoed in the air.

The guardian stood aside, looking down at the four fallen men, a cruel smile on his face.

Just as the guardian was about to deliver the final blow to the four monks, the door of the treasure room was suddenly pushed open, and several figures rushed in like lightning.

The leader was a white-haired old man wearing a green Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind, like an immortal in the clouds. The old man had a kind face, but his eyebrows revealed an aura of majesty without anger, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom.

He held a whisk in his hand and with a light wave, he suppressed the spiritual energy fluctuations in the room slightly, alleviating the pain of the four monks a little.

"Master!" When the woman in white gauze saw the old man, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes and she couldn't help but shout.

Her voice was trembling and weak, as if she had rekindled her hope of life at this moment.

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes swept around, and finally fell on the guardian. A solemn look appeared on his face, and then he said coldly: "Who are you? Why are you hurting people here?"

The guardian turned around, a sneer appeared on his lips: "You are all fools who don't know your own limits. You dare to intrude into my territory. You are really courting death!"

The old man's face darkened, but he was not afraid at all. He waved his whisk lightly, and several disciples behind him immediately formed a formation, ready to fight.

Each of these disciples was young and of high bearing. They wore the same white Taoist robe with a green lotus embroidered on their chest, making them look fresh and refined.

One of the monks was in his early twenties, with a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He held a long sword in his hand, and the sword blade was flashing with cold light.

There was determination and confidence in his eyes, and he seemed ready to face any challenge.

The other cultivator seemed a little calmer, about thirty years old, with an elegant face and a gentle temperament. A green spirit ball was floating next to him, surrounded by spiritual energy, and it seemed that he could launch a powerful attack at any time.

His eyes moved between the old man and the guardian, obviously thinking about how to deal with the situation.

There was also a woman wearing a white Taoist robe, with long hair like a waterfall, a beautiful face and eyes like stars.

In her hand she held an exquisite feather fan, on which was inlaid a blue round bead gemstone, and a cold light emanated from the flow of spiritual energy.

"Have you ever heard of the name of Venerable Chixia?" The guardian smiled coldly, his eyes as sharp as knives, staring straight at the old man and his disciples.

"I don't need to hear any name!" The old man's voice was like thunder, shaking the four sides, and he said coldly: "I only know that you hurt my disciple today, and you are my enemy!"

"Hmph, so arrogant!" The guardian snorted coldly and waved his hands. Powerful spiritual energy instantly swept towards the old man like a storm, unstoppable.

The old man was not willing to be outdone. He gently waved the whisk in his hand, and suddenly a ray of light flashed out, turning into a light shield, blocking the guardian's attack.

The light shield made a sharp roar when the two forces collided, shaking the entire treasure room.

"Disciples, follow me!" As the old man gave the order, several disciples immediately reacted and gathered around him, ready to launch a counterattack.

The young swordsman held the long sword in his hand, and pointed it at the guardian with great force, shouting: "I will meet you, the guardian!"

"Ignorant boy!" The guardian sneered and waved his hands. Spiritual energy surged out like a tide, heading straight for the young swordsman.

The sword cultivator's face froze and he swung his sword with all his might. The sword light flashed and turned into a beam of light and shadow to meet the enemy.

"Boom!" The two collided, making a deafening noise. The sword light and spiritual energy intertwined in the air, instantly turning into countless light spots, flying in all directions, as brilliant as fireworks.

At this moment, the old man fixed his gaze on the guardian with a serious expression.

He was well aware that the guardian was extremely powerful, and if he did not go all out, the four disciples would suffer even greater harm.

"Disciples, concentrate your spiritual energy and form a formation!" the old man said in a deep voice, and lightly swept the whisk in his hand. Suddenly, a powerful spiritual energy surged out of his body and turned into a ball of light, enveloping the disciples around him.

Several disciples reacted quickly, the spiritual energy in their hands circulated to form a circle of light, and the spiritual energy converged to form a bright light, heading straight for the guardian.

"Huh, how naive!"

"You still want to defeat me by relying on formations?" The guardian smiled coldly and waved his hands. Powerful spiritual energy gathered instantly, ready to fight back.

At this moment, the young boy finally plucked up the courage, struggled to get up from the ground, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

He shouted loudly: "Follow Master and kill this guardian!"

The woman in white gauze and the burly man were shocked when they heard this. Although they were seriously injured, they tried their best to gather their spiritual energy and tried to form a combined force with the old man's disciples.

"Okay!" the black-robed man gritted his teeth and said, then he struggled to stand up and formed a powerful spiritual energy barrier with the others.

At this moment, the four people and the old man's disciples seemed to have found a common goal. The spiritual energy converged on their bodies, forming a bright light that went straight towards the guardian.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the light collided with the guardian's aura. The deafening sound echoed in the treasure room, dust flew, and the entire space was shrouded in light.

The guardian's expression suddenly changed. He realized the seriousness of the matter and panicked in his heart.

However, it was still unwilling to retreat, and powerful spiritual energy surged wildly in its body, preparing for this life-and-death duel.

"The victory or defeat of this battle will be decided in this one move!"

The old man's voice was like thunder, shaking people's hearts. The four monks and his disciples worked together, preparing for the final battle with the guardian.

The guardian's face darkened. He took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and whispered a spell. The surrounding spiritual energy swirled rapidly around him, forming a powerful vortex.

As the spell was chanted, the guardian's figure was gradually enveloped by light, as if making some kind of mysterious summons.

"Come on, concentrate for me!" The guardian's voice was like thunder, echoing in the treasure room. The spiritual energy around him became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a giant sword. The sword body flashed with dazzling cold light, as if it contained endless power.

The giant sword is a deep green color all over, and the blade is like a sharp knife, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

"Go!" The guardian's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He stared at the old man and his disciples. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly raised the giant sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, as if ready to go.

"Disciples, concentrate and prepare to meet his strongest attack!" The old man's voice rang out again, full of determination and conviction.

He had a sharp eye and saw that the guardian's move was no small feat. If he didn't go all out, the consequences would be disastrous.

The young swordsman gripped his sword tightly, the sword light flashing, and said resolutely: "We must not retreat, the master's teachings are engraved in our hearts!"

His voice was like a war drum, inspiring everyone around him.

The woman in white gauze gently waved her feather fan, and spiritual energy formed a protective barrier around her, preparing for the coming impact.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the guardian swung the giant sword down, and the powerful spiritual energy swept in like a violent storm, rushing straight towards the old man and his group. (End of this chapter)