Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

Following Su Qing's order, everyone rushed out like an arrow.

When the demon bull found someone approaching, it immediately let out a roar. The sound was as loud as thunder and made everyone's eardrums hurt.

They raised their hooves and rushed towards the crowd. The ground shook violently under their stomping, as if there was an earthquake.

Jiang Qiong rushed towards a demonic bull, and the Soul-Devouring Sword emitted a faint blue light. The light seemed like the fire from hell, full of mystery and danger.

The demon bull was extremely fast and appeared in front of Jiang Qiong in the blink of an eye. It raised its huge horns and stabbed at Jiang Qiong fiercely.

Jiang Qiong dodged the attack cleverly with a flash of his body. His movements were as agile as a ghost, and at the same time he swung his sword at the legs of the demon bull.

The knife flashed, but only left a shallow mark on the leg of the demon bull, as if the Soul-Devouring Knife had lost its power in front of its hard skin.

"Sure enough, he has thick skin and strong flesh!" Jiang Qiong thought to himself, frowning tightly. He did not dare to be careless and launched another attack.

This time, he injected all his spiritual power into the Soul-Devouring Sword. The spiritual power gathered on the blade, shining brightly, like a dazzling star.

A knife slashed at the neck of the demon bull. With a "click", a deep wound appeared on the neck of the demon bull, and blood gushed out like a red fountain.

The demon bull felt pain and shook its head wildly. The huge force made Jiang Qiong retreat repeatedly. He only felt his arms going numb and the palm of his hand was painful.

Seeing this, Su Qing drew her sword and the sword energy was as bright as a rainbow.

She stabbed at the demon bull with her swordsmanship being extremely skillful, and each of her swords could accurately hit the demon bull's vital points.

With the cooperation of the two, the demon bull gradually couldn't hold on. Its body shook and finally fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound, as if a hill had collapsed.

However, the battle was far from over. The other demon bulls became even more violent when they saw their companions being killed, and their eyes turned red, as if burning with flames of anger.

They gathered together and rushed towards Jiang Qiong and others. The momentum seemed like an unstoppable torrent.

Jiang Qiong, Su Qing and others were surrounded by the demon bulls and the situation became critical.

The wild bulls kept hitting with their horns and stomping with their hooves, causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if it would crack at any time.

Jiang Qiong shuttled through the herd of cattle, swinging the Soul-Devouring Sword continuously. Each blow carried a fierce momentum, like a flash of lightning cutting through the night sky.

But there were too many demon bulls, and soon several wounds appeared on his body. Blood stained his clothes red. Pain came like a tide, but he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to fight.

"Don't panic, keep calm!" Su Qing shouted loudly. Her voice was firm and powerful, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding everyone.

She waved the sword in her hand repeatedly, performing an exquisite sword formation. The sword formation was like a solid barrier, forcing back the approaching demon bulls one by one.

Jiang Qiong was encouraged, and a powerful force surged in his heart. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the demon bull again, fighting side by side with his companions.

Just when everyone was fighting fiercely with the demon bulls, suddenly, a demon bull king, which was twice as big as the other demon bulls, walked out from the herd.

Its horns flashed with a strange black light, which seemed to contain endless evil power;
The hair on his body stood up like steel needles, making people afraid to approach.

The Demonic Bull King let out an earth-shaking roar that shook the entire forest. A powerful pressure came towards everyone, like an invisible mountain, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

Jiang Qiong felt her whole body sink as if a huge mountain was pressing down on her. Movement became difficult and every movement required tremendous effort.

Su Qing's expression also became solemn: "This is the Demonic Bull King, it has at least the strength of the late stage of foundation building, everyone must be careful! Its strength is far beyond our imagination, if we are not careful, we will all be buried here."

The Demonic Bull King was the first to launch an attack. He stomped his feet hard, and cracks suddenly appeared on the ground. The cracks were like a huge mouth, spreading towards everyone.

Jiang Qiong, Su Qing and others dodged quickly. Their movements were swift and agile, but several servants were unable to dodge in time and were swallowed by the gap, disappearing into the darkness.

This scene filled everyone's hearts with fear and anger. They knew that the battle had reached a critical moment of life and death.

"This can't go on like this!"

Jiang Qiong shouted, his voice full of determination and courage, "I'll lure the Bull King away, and you guys take the opportunity to deal with the other demon bulls! As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to defeat them!"

After saying that, he brandished the Soul-Devouring Sword and rushed towards the Demonic Bull King. His back looked like that of a fearless warrior challenging a powerful enemy.

Seeing Jiang Qiong's provocation, the demon bull king roared angrily, and the sound seemed to tear the sky apart. It turned and chased Jiang Qiong, its huge body shuttled through the mountains and forests, and wherever it passed, trees fell down one after another, as if it was an unstoppable torrent of steel.

Jiang Qiong shuttled through the mountains and forests, using trees and terrain to avoid the Bull King's attacks. He turned back from time to time to fight back, and the Soul Devouring Knife chopped on the Bull King, but it only caused some minor injuries, as if the Bull King's body was made of the hardest metal.

Su Qing led the others to deal with the remaining demon bulls.

They cooperated with each other in perfect harmony, and every attack could accurately hit the vital points of the demon bull.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, the number of demon bulls gradually decreased, but they had to pay a huge price for every demon bull they reduced.

However, the battle between Jiang Qiong and the Bull King became more and more intense. The Bull King's attacks became more and more fierce, and each attack carried the power to destroy the world.

Jiang Qiong had more and more wounds on his body, blood kept gushing out, his strength was gradually failing, and he seemed like he would collapse at any time.

But the belief in his heart never wavered. He knew that he could not fall down. Once he fell down, his companions would be in even greater danger.

Just when Jiang Qiong was feeling desperate, he suddenly remembered the talisman he had obtained yesterday.

He was delighted, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

He quickly took out a thunder talisman and injected spiritual power into it. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, as if the gods were angry.

A huge thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the demonic bull king. The bull king was struck by the thunderbolt and let out a painful roar, which was full of fear and despair. Its body trembled violently, like a leaf swaying in the wind.

Jiang Qiong seized the opportunity and injected all his spiritual power into the Soul-Devouring Sword. His eyes were firm and sharp, like a ferocious beast ready to attack.

He chopped hard at the Bull King's head. With a loud "bang", it seemed as if the sky was torn apart. The Bull King's head was chopped off, and his huge body fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust, like a collapsed hill.

After the Bull King was dealt with, the remaining demon bulls lost their backbone, and their eyes were filled with fear and panic.

Under the attack of the crowd, they were all killed quickly.

Jiang Qiong breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the corpses of the demon bulls scattered all over the ground. His body could no longer support him and he collapsed to the ground, exhausted, like a mountain that had run out of strength.

His body fell heavily on the scorched earth like a dead tree broken by the strong wind.

The blood-soaked brocade robe clung to his flesh, and blood oozing from the wounds flowed down along the folds of the clothes, leaving dark red marks on the ground covered with spider-web-like cracks, like a shocking abstract painting.

The roars of monsters in the distance gradually faded away, and only the howling mountain wind in the forest, carrying a strong smell of blood, brushed across his paper-pale cheek.

At this moment, a pink silhouette flashed across the fallen tree like a startled wild goose.

Su Qing tapped her toes lightly, and her skirt fluttered, bringing up tiny dead leaves, like a dancing butterfly.

She waved her jade hand lightly, and three green talismans emitting a soft glow were accurately attached to Jiang Qiong's back.

In an instant, warm spiritual power flowed slowly along his torn meridians like a gurgling stream, and the burning pain was relieved.

"Can you still stand up?" Su Qing's voice was soft but with unquestionable firmness. The spiritual power thread condensed from her fingertips was like a nimble silver snake, entwining the broken horn of the Demonic Bull King three meters away and pulling it into the air.

The remaining black light on the surface of the broken horn flickered, as if still telling of the brutality of the battle just now. "If we miss three hours to use this flesh and blood, the medicinal effect will be greatly reduced."

As a clear whistle broke the silence of the forest, seven alchemists emerged from the team one after another, their steps were in unison, yet each had their own strengths.

The old man in the lead had his white hair tied into a Taoist bun, and his ochre robe was embroidered with red-gold flame patterns that seemed ready to burn at any time. The bronze bells hanging from his waist rang lightly with his steps, and the surface of each bell was engraved with different ancient characters, which looked mysterious and ancient.

The six people behind him were of different appearances: the young man on the left had a silver-scale mask on his face, revealing only a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes. He was wearing a black suit and a transparent medicine bag, which contained dozens of rare spiritual herbs, each of which exuded a unique scent;
The old woman on the right was leaning on a dragon-headed cane, her nails painted with peacock blue lacquer. With every move she made, a pungent smell of medicine spread out, giving people a chill.

"Open the furnace!" The old man's voice was like a loud bell. As he waved his sleeves, seven ten-foot-high furnaces fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the earth shook.

The entire furnace is made of black jade, and star-like blue runes flow on its surface, flickering in the twilight, as if containing endless mysteries.

The eyes of the Taotie carved on the furnace cover are inlaid with red agate, and the ferocious face seems to devour everything.

The most special thing is the central main furnace, with nine lifelike fire pythons wrapped around the furnace body. The pythons' pupils are actually two jumping ghost fires from the underworld, which are weird and majestic.

When the alchemists formed seals at the same time, seven flames of different colors burst out from the bottom of the furnace - red flames were like clouds, hot and unrestrained; orange flames were like molten gold, bright and dazzling;
The yellow flame was as bright and dazzling as the sun, until the purple flame at the top, with the faint sound of thunder and lightning, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

Jiang Qiong was forced to take a half step back by the heat wave, his clothes rustling. But he saw Su Qing had already directed everyone to throw the corpses of the demon bulls into the alchemy furnace.

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted from the furnace, as if it was the wailing of evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell.

The thick black smoke carried the shadow of the cow's soul up into the sky, twisting and struggling in the air. The scene was extremely terrifying.

The leading old man took off the alchemy bell and shook it gently. The crisp sound of the bell turned into a golden chain, which accurately entangled the phantom and forcibly pulled it back to the alchemy furnace.

Other alchemists threw out bundles of spiritual herbs at high speed, their movements were skillful and neat. Jiang Qiong noticed that in the medicine bag thrown out by the silver-scaled young man, a snow-white "Ice Soul Orchid" just touched the flame and bloomed an ice crystal shield, temporarily suppressing the demonic power that tried to break through the alchemy furnace. He couldn't help but marvel at the magical scene.

"Boy, go guard the alchemy furnace in the southeast corner!" The old woman suddenly poked Jiang Qiong with her dragon-headed cane. A dark green flame spurted out from the dragon's mouth on the cane, and the temperature dropped instantly. "The essence of the demon bull is being refined in that furnace. If the temperature is out of balance, it will turn into a demon!"

Jiang Qiong forced himself to stand up despite his weak body, and injected his newly gained spiritual power into the alchemy furnace.

The moment his palm touched the furnace wall, countless fragments of memory came flooding back like a tide: the tragic scene of the demonic bull king leading his tribe to crush the monks, the sound of bones breaking seemed to be right beside his ears; the cries of the cubs when they were slaughtered, full of fear and despair;
And... a familiar blood-red token, vaguely visible in the depths of his memory, aroused his doubts.

Just as Jiang Qiong was distracted, the alchemy furnace in the southeast corner suddenly trembled violently, as if an invisible giant hand was shaking it wildly. The original purple flame instantly turned into a strange black color, emitting a disgusting stench.

He hurriedly took out the Thunder Talisman, but saw the old woman throw out her peacock blue nails, and three lines of lacquer turned into chains to entangle the alchemy furnace, and shouted sternly: "Use your Soul Devouring Knife!"

Jiang Qiong suddenly came to his senses and thrust his sword into the crack of the furnace. The Soul Devouring Sword seemed to have sensed the scent of its prey and greedily devoured the overflowing demonic energy. The dark blue blade light and the inky flames collided violently, emitting a dazzling light.

The sparks flew onto the ground, instantly corroding deep pits with sizzling sounds, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

Suddenly, an old man's roar came from the direction of the main furnace: "The essence and blood are about to run wild! Form the Seven-Star Demon-Locking Formation!" Seven alchemists jumped up at the same time, their bodies as agile as eagles.

The magic spells in their hands were unpredictable, and seven rays of light formed the Big Dipper in the air, dazzling and brilliant.

Jiang Qiong only felt that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was gathering madly, forming a powerful storm.

The corpse of the Demonic Bull King turned into a boiling golden blood pool in the alchemy furnace. The blood beads continuously hit the furnace wall, making a roar like a war drum, which hurt his eardrums.

Su Qing suddenly rushed to his side, and the long sword pierced into the ground like a spirit snake, drawing a complicated formation.

The moment the array pattern lit up, all the vegetation in the forest began to supply spiritual energy to the alchemy furnace, and the branches and leaves swayed as if a mysterious ritual was being performed.

With a loud "boom", the cover of the main furnace was blown open, and a hundred-foot-high column of blood shot straight into the sky, as if it was going to pierce through the sky.

Jiang Qiong saw countless cattle souls wailing in the blood mist, their eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

The alchemists had already formed a circle, each emitting their own life flames that merged into the blood column. The flames and blood mist intertwined, forming a strange and spectacular scene. (End of this chapter)