Immortality and Immortality: Liver Experience Begins in the Desert

The leader was a tall man wearing a black robe with red blood patterns embroidered on it, and each blood pattern seemed to be flowing slowly.

He wore a bronze mask with a hideous ghost face carved on it. Two red gems were inlaid in his eyes, emitting a frightening light.

He held a huge battle axe in his hand, the surface of the axe was covered with dense runes, and there was still blood on the blade.

Behind him followed twelve monks, divided into three rows, with four people in each row.

The four men in the front row held spears with a faint green glow on their tips, which were obviously poisoned. The four men in the middle row carried huge shields with ancient defensive formations engraved on their surfaces.
The four people in the last row were holding various magical weapons, including short blades, darts, and some were holding huge iron balls.

"Hand over the treasure and I will spare your life!"

The leading man's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Netherworld.

The twelve cultivators behind him spread out at the same time, surrounding Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu. The aura emanating from their bodies formed an invisible cage that trapped the two of them tightly.

Jiang Qiong clenched the Soul Devouring Knife in his hand, and the blue light on the blade became stronger and stronger. He looked at the other party with vigilance and said in a deep voice: "If you want the treasure, then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

Yun Shu also drew out his soft sword. The red dragon shadow on the sword's spine made a clear sound. The sword energy was running wild. He stood side by side with Jiang Qiong, ready for battle.

"Kill!" The command that burst out from the black-robed man's throat was like a heavy hammer, shaking the air. Wherever the sound waves passed, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the glass floor.

The four monks with guns in the front row suddenly felt a surge of momentum, and the spiritual energy in their dantians surged like boiling water. The spears in their hands suddenly emitted an eerie dark green light. The moment the spear tips cut through the air, ten strange trails of phosphorous fire dragged in the air, with purple-blue poisonous mist at the edges of the phosphorous fire, like a group of greedy ghosts, dragging their long tails straight towards Jiang Qiong's face.

Jiang Qiong's pupils suddenly contracted, and the Soul-Devouring Sword turned into a stream of light in his hand. The devouring power surging from the patterns on the sword absorbed all the surrounding light.

He mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and instantly drew out a crescent-shaped blade light, with wisps of black air wrapped in the dark blue blade light.

The dark blue blade light and the green light collided with each other violently, like a thunder exploding in the sky. The deafening roar echoed in the secret room, and the sound waves shattered the night pearl hanging from the dome.

The thick poisonous fog, centered at the collision point, instantly spread throughout the entire secret room like a tide. Wherever it went, the glass floor made a "sizzling" corrosion sound and bursts of white smoke with a pungent sour smell rose.

Seeing this, Yun Shu tapped the ground with her toes, and with her skirt fluttering, she flew to Jiang Qiong's side as lightly as a swift swallow.

She waved her jade hand lightly, and the soft sword came out of the sheath with a string of red sword shadows, and instantly danced out the "Nine Changes of Flowing Clouds".

The red sword energy intertwined in the air to form an impenetrable net, and each sword energy contained her unique sword intent.

Several darts shot at Jiang Qiong's back were shredded into pieces with a "ding ding" sound as soon as they touched the sword energy. The metal fragments splashed on the ground and sparks appeared.

However, the monk holding the iron ball in the back seized the opportunity and exerted force suddenly. Three iron balls as big as millstones were glowing with a thick ochre-colored light and smashed towards them with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Boom!" The glazed bricks on the ground exploded under the heavy impact of the iron ball, and the flying fragments were like countless hidden weapons, shooting in all directions.

Jiang Qiong's face changed drastically, and he suddenly threw Yun Shu to the ground, but his back hit a stone pillar heavily.

The iron ball brushed past his shoulder, and the powerful impact brought up a piece of flesh and blood. The severe pain made him groan. Blood continued to drip down his shoulder, forming a thin stream on the ground, and after coming into contact with the poisonous mist, bursts of purple smoke rose.

At this moment, a sinister smile appeared on the black-robed man's sinister face. He raised his hand and quickly formed a seal, muttering something. With every syllable he uttered, the air around him distorted a little.

A sharp beast roar suddenly came out from his sleeve, and then a giant wolf with black flames burning all over its body broke out of his sleeve.

This giant wolf was over ten feet long, with dark purple devilish fire flickering in its pupils. Every hair on its body stood upright, and each hair shone with a metallic luster. It was the extremely rare Nether Wolf.

As soon as the Nether Wolf appeared, it howled towards the sky at Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu.

The sound waves were like sharp blades, causing pain in the eardrums of both men. Blood even flowed slowly from their ears, and double images began to appear in front of their eyes.

Before the howl ended, the Nether Wolf flashed and turned into a black afterimage, leaving twisted space ripples in the air, and pounced towards Yun Shu at an extremely fast speed.

Its sharp claws left three bloody scars on Yun Shu's arm that were deep enough to see the bones. Blood immediately gushed out, drawing three bright bloody lines in the air.

"Beast!" Jiang Qiong's eyes were bloodshot and he shouted angrily. He forced the spiritual power in his body to circulate, and the Seven Star True Fire burned fiercely in his palm. Seven flames of different colors quickly condensed into a fire whip, and small arcs of lightning danced on the surface of the fire whip.

He swung the fire whip and hit the Nether Wolf fiercely. The wolf's fur was instantly ignited, and the Nether Wolf let out a shrill wail and rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames on its body. Every time it rolled, it left a charred mark on the ground.

The battle became more brutal, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable for Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu.

All the thunder and fire talismans in Yun Shu's hand had been used up. After the last talisman blew away two shield-wielding monks, she was not careful and was scratched on the waist by a short blade that attacked from behind.

There was a wave of numbness at the wound, and it was obvious that the blade was poisoned.

The blade of Jiang Qiong's Soul-Devouring Sword had been bent after many fierce collisions, and his arms were covered with wounds from the poisonous gun. Blood mixed with poison kept dripping onto the ground, corroding the glazed bricks into deep pits with strange green bubbles coming out of the pits.

Although they successfully killed six bandits thanks to their tacit cooperation, the man in black robe always sat firmly in the center, with a mysterious blood-patterned shield surrounding him.

The blood veins on the shield squirmed like a living thing. Every time Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu's attacks hit the shield, they only caused ripples, and some of the force was absorbed by the shield and repelled back.

“Retreat!” Jiang Qiong knew that if they continued like this, both of them would surely die. He grabbed Yun Shu’s wrist, and at the moment when the Nether Wolf pounced on him again, he performed the “Treading on Snow Without Leaving a Trace” skill, and his figure flashed seven times in the air, fleeing towards the depths of the secret room.

The black-robed man looked at the two people's fleeing backs and sneered: "Want to escape? The entire secret realm is our hunting ground!"

After saying this, the monks behind him took out their flying magic weapons and chased after him with sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

The two of them ran away, and the surrounding environment became increasingly strange. The rock wall gradually became stained with a strange purple color, and there were flowing golden lines in the purple, which spread all over the rock wall like blood vessels.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur. Every breath I took felt like my throat was burning, and there was also a smell of rust. Winding lightning patterns began to appear on the ground, like dormant lightning snakes, flashing faint lightning from time to time. Every time the lightning flashed, it could reflect the ancient patterns looming on the rock wall.

After turning a corner, a huge thunder pool appeared before our eyes.

The pool water was rolling with dazzling lightning, and countless tiny lightning snakes could be vaguely seen shuttling back and forth in the lightning.

There are nine bronze pillars engraved with ancient runes at the bottom of the pool. Each pillar is as thick as two people can hug together, and there is a purple electric snake wrapped around the top.

These electric snakes intertwined in the air, forming a huge lightning net. From time to time, lightning as thick as bowls struck from the lightning net, falling into the thunder pool and splashing lightning pillars several feet high, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

"It's the Falling Thunder Formation!" Yun Shu's eyes flashed with surprise. She endured the severe pain in her waist and said anxiously, "Ancient books record that this formation was set up by an ancient thunder cultivator. It needs to be activated by injecting spiritual power in the directions of 'Qian, Kun, Zhen, and Xun'! This formation has nine levels of power. We must activate it to the fifth level before they catch up!"

However, before she could finish her words, the pursuers arrived behind her.

The black-robed man waved his hand, and the Nether Wolf roared again and pounced towards the two men. The poisonous spears of the gun-wielding monks also stabbed at them like raindrops, and the poisonous mist from the spear tips gathered into a poisonous cloud in the air.

Jiang Qiong gritted his teeth and fiercely inserted the last medium-grade spirit stone into the groove of the nearest bronze pillar. As soon as the spirit stone was inserted, the runes on the pillar lit up and absorbed the power of the spirit stone.

He quickly formed seals with his hands. The techniques were extremely complicated. Every time he formed a seal, a lightning pattern appeared in the air.

He shouted loudly: "Yun Shu, southeast corner! Quickly use your blood coagulation charm to temporarily suppress the wound, we don't have much time!"

Yun Shu did not dare to delay for even a second. He endured the severe pain in his waist and threw out three talismans, accurately sticking them on the corresponding pillars. At the same time, he took out a blood-clotting talisman and stuck it on the wound, temporarily stopping the bleeding. The nine bronze pillars seemed to come alive and made a humming sound at the same time.

Lightning flashed from the bottom of the pool and shot up into the sky, condensing into a huge rotating vortex of lightning above the two men's heads.

There were constant flashes of lightning in the thunder vortex, accompanied by crackling sounds. The powerful suction force caused the surrounding air to begin to distort, and the two men's clothes fluttered in the strong wind.

The lightning vortex spun faster and faster, and its color gradually changed from purple to black, with a faint momentum of destroying everything.

"Not good! Retreat quickly!" The black-robed man's face suddenly changed and he shouted in horror.

But it was too late. Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu took out lightning-proof talismans at the same time. The runes flashed golden light under the lightning vortex, forming a solid golden light shield that enveloped them.

Mysterious patterns flow on the surface of the light shield, and every time lightning strikes it, it will be guided to other places.

In an instant, thousands of lightning pythons descended from the sky.

These purple lightning bolts twisted their bodies like living creatures, with a black aura of destruction wrapped around them, and pounced on the thieves below with their fangs and claws.

The Nether Wolf was the first to be hit, with a lightning python as thick as a bucket piercing through its body.

It let out a miserable howl, and in the midst of the shrill wail, its body quickly turned into ashes, leaving no trace of residue, only a burnt smell in the air.

As soon as the monk's poisonous spear touched the lightning, it instantly melted into molten iron under the high temperature.

The terrifying high temperature vaporized their bodies, leaving only charred remains on the ground, with wisps of green smoke rising from the remains. The blood-patterned shield around the black-robed man flickered wildly, trying to resist the thunder python's attack.

He wielded his battle axe, chopping at the thunder pythons that kept attacking him. Every chop brought up large flashes of lightning, but the more he chopped, the more thunder pythons appeared, like a surging tide, completely submerging him.

His blood-patterned shield began to crack under the impact of the thunder python, and lightning continued to flow into the cracks.

Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu hid in the golden light shield formed by the lightning-proof talisman, watching the scene in front of them nervously.

The lightning in the thunder pool became more and more violent, and the runes on the bronze pillars moved like living things. Every lightning strike was accompanied by a roar like a landslide, and the sound made their eardrums hurt.

The screams of the black-robed man were gradually drowned out by the thunder, and his battle axe and blood-patterned shield were shattered by the gnawing of the thunder python.

His body also began to show signs of being charred, and his skin continued to peel off in the lightning. When the last thunder python dissipated into the air, the thunder array finally returned to calm.

The nine bronze pillars slowly sank into the thunder pool, leaving only charred debris and several broken instruments on the ground. Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu slumped on the ground, their wounds still aching, and their clothes were soaked with sweat and blood.

Yun Shu's face was as pale as paper, and Jiang Qiong was also panting and looking sallow. "What are the origins of these thieves?"

Yun Shu panted and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice full of doubt and unwillingness. Jiang Qiong stood up and picked up the battle axe left by the man in black robe.

He looked closely and found a bloody skull mark engraved on the axe handle, which was exactly the same as the token pattern of the attacker he remembered encountering.

His eyes were stern, he clenched his battle axe, and said in a deep voice: "No matter who they are, if they dare to covet the treasure, they will pay the price. But we should not stay here for long. This lightning formation consumes a lot of spiritual energy and may attract more uninvited guests. Moreover, although this formation is powerful, it will also attract the attention of the core of the secret realm after activation. We must leave as soon as possible."

Yun Shu nodded and stood up with difficulty. The two supported each other and walked deeper into the secret realm. The thunder array behind them once again emitted a low humming sound, as if warning anyone who dared to intrude.

And in front of them, unknown dangers and opportunities are waiting for them to unveil the mysterious veil. With every step they take, the spiritual energy fluctuations in the air become stronger and stronger, and an invisible sense of oppression makes them nervous.

The temperature around began to drop sharply, the exhaled breath turned into white mist, and the ground was gradually covered with a thin layer of frost.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed on the rock wall ahead.

The light rotated in a spiral shape, and its color kept changing, gradually changing from red to blue, and then to purple.

Jiang Qiong and Yun Shu looked at each other, their eyes full of vigilance.

They slowly approached and found an ancient star map engraved on the rock wall. The star map was composed of countless golden lines, and each line was shining with a faint light. (End of this chapter)