I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 197 I fought with all my might, and I died.
A violent tremor struck.

Fan Qingshuang opened her eyes immediately and saw a handsome face in front of her. Just as she was about to speak, her mouth was covered.

"Shh..." Bai Xuan raised his finger and pointed outside.

The dried fruit girl looked outwards in the direction the finger was pointing, and her pupils immediately contracted sharply.

A female disciple was tied to a chair, her eyes bloodshot, her mouth clenched tightly, struggling to break free. Her clothes were stained with blood, and there was a clear bite mark on her neck.

His expression was ferocious, like that of a demon.

Fan Qingshuang opened her eyes wide.

"This is the plague I mentioned before, which is transmitted through contact with bodily fluids," Bai Xuan said telepathically. "It may not be a plague at all, but in any case, once infected, you will be transformed into this state."

He prefers to call them zombies.

However, the combination of martial arts world and zombie movies is indeed not very common.

Zombies do exist in this world, and it's not uncommon for ancient cultivators to play with corpses.

There were also some bizarre feats like the "immortal army" during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, but they were all eventually lost to the passage of time.

Bai Xuan activated the sixth decree, gently touching the female disciple's brow with his finger. Her head drooped, she stopped moving, black blood overflowed from her eyes, and she quickly lost her breath.

"she……"

“He’s dead, there’s no saving him.” Bai Xuan shook his head: “It’s some kind of curse that spreads through blood, similar to voodoo but with some differences. I really don’t know who came up with this evil thing. Anyway, whatever you do, don’t get hurt. If you accidentally come into contact with it, cut off the injured part immediately. Maybe there’s still a chance to save him.”

Fan Qingshuang nodded emphatically.

The two walked out of the room, where there were no longer any guards.

As she walked through the corridor, Fan Qingshuang's pupils dilated in shock once again.

The entire White Plum School was burning in flames.

Many walking corpses roamed in the burning flames.

These undead even had flames burning on their bodies, but they felt no pain and instead indiscriminately tore and attacked the living things around them.

There were also some infected people still alive in the corridor, groaning in pain, which made her pause slightly... Even a seasoned veteran of the martial arts world couldn't remain indifferent to the scene before her, let alone a young girl like her.

"Help me, help me..." a young girl pleaded, reaching out her hand.

While Fan Qingshuang was lost in thought, Bai Xuan pulled her hand and led her through the corridor, his voice as cold as steel: "It's hopeless. Don't forget, this is four hundred years ago. Everything that happened here is history."

Fan Qingshuang bit her lip tightly and squeezed Bai Xuan's right hand firmly: "Where are we going now?"

Bai Xuan said, "This time, the attackers of the White Plum Sect aren't these undead infected with the plague. The real threat is..."

Before the words were finished, a thunderclap resounded across the sky.

Dark clouds filled the sky; the scene was quite familiar.

This was the second time Bai Xuan had seen him.

The Heavenly Demon and the Six Desires Heavenly Demon may actually be the same person.

But is it possible for a true martial artist to live for a full four hundred years?

……

A figure sped upwards, soaring into the sky, and unleashed a palm strike. The invisible palm strike struck the dark figure standing proudly in the air, and then an ice-colored lotus flower bloomed in mid-air.

Chu Binghe stood atop a crumbling pavilion, and with a stomp of his right leg, the entire pavilion was instantly frozen in frost.

With a wave of her hands, her clothes fluttered in the wind, and a flurry of snowflakes drifted down from the burning white plum blossoms.

The walking dead below howled, and everything touched by the heavy snow froze into ice.

Then, the solidified ice in the sky began to crack.

A hand emerged from the frost, gently grasped it, and the icy lotus shattered.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, transforming into a pitch-black vortex.

The figure in the sky remained standing, saying calmly, "Hand over the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and the remains of the Sword Immortal, or... the White Plum Sect will be wiped out today."

The oppressive aura of the Heavenly Rank was like a mountain peak standing in mid-air; although it looked small, it seemed to fill the entire field of vision.

Chu Binghe shouted, "Who exactly are you! How could a dignified Heavenly Being commit such an outrageous crime!"

"Shut up!" The black-robed man waved his sleeve, and an invisible hand descended.

Chu Binghe hurriedly retreated, and as a price for doing so, the pavilion beneath him was crushed and burned in the flames.

She raised her eyes, which turned a pure indigo blue, and roared to the sky, unleashing a violent blizzard that covered an area of ​​several kilometers.

……

"The Grandmaster's strength is already exaggerated, but he is as weak as a child under the Heavenly Rank."

Bai Xuan glanced at it briefly and found it very exciting.

Sure enough, when one's cultivation level is high, the fighting becomes earth-shattering.

It's a pity I restarted the game; otherwise, I could have easily annihilated him with a single sword strike.

Fan Qingshuang led Bai Xuan through the rugged mountain path.

Bloodstains were scattered everywhere along the mountain road, and the area also bore many traces of battle.

They continued walking until they reached the halfway point of the mountain, where they found the lifeless body of the Daoist nun Yulong on a cliff face.

She leaned against the ground, her eyes vacant. There were two headless corpses around her, seemingly having perished together with someone.

There was no time left to mourn the Taoist nun.

Leaving this place and continuing forward, under the cover of ancient vines and trees, one can faintly sense the rhythm of spiritual energy.

"just in front."

She said something, touched the ground with her toes, and swiftly slapped her right palm against the stone wall.

A gap was blasted open in the hidden mountain wall, revealing a semi-transparent array concealed behind the rocks.

Bai Xuan asked, "How long will it take you?"

Fan Qingshuang formed hand seals, not daring to guarantee, "One hundred breaths, I'll do it as quickly as possible!"

The formation here is almost unchanged from that of later generations, so she is quite confident.

"Lend me your sword."

Bai Xuan took Fan Qingshuang's sword. Although it wasn't as handy as Jiang Chengzi's, it was still a renowned sword, named Purple Lightning. Standing on the mountain path, Bai Xuan gazed at the dark figure high above.

It will take one hundred seconds to open this formation.

He also needs to join forces with Chu Binghe to gain one hundred seconds.

Literally...

"I'm betting everything on the next hundred seconds!"

With a light touch of the toes, her white robes fluttered as she rose into the air, riding the wind.

……

Chu Binghe was only a Grandmaster, no match for a Celestial.

The shadowy figure didn't use its full strength or go for the kill; even though it only used a portion of its power, it still managed to suppress Chu Binghe, leaving him unable to retaliate.

Her face flushed red; after several exchanges, she had already suffered considerable internal injuries.

He then glanced at the icy-colored bracelet on his right hand and gritted his teeth inwardly.

The next moment, the bracelet on her right hand shattered, and a dragon soul made of ice and frost flew out from it, as if it were a real dragon, lifelike.

This is an ancient treasure, containing the soul of the Ice Dragon. It is her most cherished possession, and she is now willing to break it to fully unleash its power.

She raised her right hand, and the Ice Dragon raised its head and swam towards the sky, its roar echoing through the heavens, and the dark clouds in the sky were covered by a violent chill.

The entire Meishan area was shrouded in low temperatures, with a sharp drop in temperature.

"Frozen for thousands of miles!"

You have to shout out your moves to make them look powerful.

As Chu Binghe unleashed his full power, the black figure raised both hands for the first time. The right hand slammed down to block the Ice Dragon, while the left hand was raised high, as if pulling something out of the clouds.

boom--!
Lightning struck like an iron whip, sweeping across the mountains and sending countless rocks crashing down.

Commanding wind and rain, controlling thunder and lightning, the Heavenly Position is indeed the Heavenly Position... but this is far from being the full power.

Chu Binghe went against the wind, bypassed the area where lightning clashed, and exchanged a palm strike with the figure in black. When their palms met, the two of them froze into a painting, as if time had stood still. Then, countless cracks appeared on this painting, and space collapsed.

Chu Binghe's blood splattered across the sky, one of his arms completely severed, with sharp, broken bones protruding from the wound, while the black-clad figure merely swayed slightly.

At that moment, a sword light flashed, reaching straight into the azure sky.

Bai Xuan silently circled around to the back of the dark figure.

This time, he used all his cultivation to unleash the Soaring Sword.

The Flying Immortal Sword consumes a great deal of energy and requires a very long charging time, but it is undoubtedly the strongest sword that Bai Xuan can use at this stage.

If Moonlight Sword is close to the Dao, then Soaring is the embodiment of the Dao.

Moreover, Bai Xuan is an absolute terrestrial immortal; what he obtained was not just superficial knowledge, but the very essence of it.

With the added blessing of the Fourth Wind Riding, this sword strike could kill a Grandmaster.

Although his cultivation level had not reached the Outer Realm, the power of heaven and earth he borrowed for this sword strike was somewhat less.

From a distance, it looked as if the sword had forcefully cleaved through the dark clouds above, revealing the clear blue sky.

The sword struck the back of the figure in black, and also cleaved through the surrounding black mist that resembled ferocious flames.

Bai Xuan saw fair skin and a pair of lifeless eyes beneath the black mist.

The moment their eyes met, Bai Xuan felt something invading his soul.

The sixth edict directly responds to the stress by exhaling.

roll!
Sweep away the dust and grime from the mind.

Bai Xuan was distracted and flicked his finger, so he was about to swing his sword a second time, but the speed was slow.

Purple Lightning was held in the hand of the Dark Demon. He raised his right arm, intending to kill Bai Xuan on the spot.

The Ice Dragon appeared just in time to save Bai Xuan, sweeping its tail to fling him into the ravine below, while simultaneously entangling the Heavenly Demon.

Bai Xuan was caught by Chu Binghe as he was in mid-air.

"How are you?"

"I won't die." Bai Xuan struggled to his feet. "And what about you?"

"This is not good. I can't hurt Him at all." Chu Binghe said bitterly, "I regret not listening to your advice."

"It's too late to regret it now," Bai Xuan said calmly. "Is there any other way?"

“The White Plum Sect has no Heavenly Rank members, and other Heavenly Rank members won’t come either. The only way is…” Chu Binghe looked at the mountainside behind the mountain: “to use the remains of a Sword Immortal.”

"The Third Immortal Slayer?"

“Yes, the Third Immortal Executioner…it might be able to kill a Heavenly Being.” Chu Binghe nodded.

Bai Xuan remained silent for a few seconds.

He looked up at the sky and said, "Sixty seconds left before the outer formation of the secret gate is opened."

Chu Binghe pursed his lips: "Do you know how to activate it?"

"That's not important right now," Bai Xuan said. "Let's try to gain another sixty seconds."

“…Okay.” Chu Binghe took a deep breath.

However, the next moment, the Heavenly Demon transformed into a shadow and crashed down on the earth.

It completely ignored Chu Binghe beside it and threw a heavy punch at Bai Xuan.

The ferocious flames directly ignited half a mountain peak, sweeping across tens of thousands of meters.

Bai Xuan stared at the chest that had been pierced through him, and his body slowly slid down.

A fierce and malevolent aura engulfed him from the inside out.

He thought to himself as darkness descended.

...What a pity, he didn't even last fifty seconds, let alone a hundred.

...Is it going to reopen again?

(End of this chapter)