Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 132 Blood Sacrifice

There seemed to be the roar of an ancient bell in his head, and his own spirit suddenly stepped out from the rolling mist in his mind, suppressing everything.

The surging murderous intent and anxiety dissipated like the tide, and the tremors of every muscle fiber in the body were clearly audible.

The tip of the gun reflected in Xu Yunfan's pupils suddenly slowed down for a moment. He twisted his waist and leaned back almost in sync with the gun's shadow. When his nose brushed against the gun's blade, he could even count the fine cloud patterns on the blade. The gun tip was pulsating with a frequency that could easily tear his body apart.

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The spear plowed a deep furrow five feet into the ground, sending sparks flying everywhere.

"Um?!"

This high-ranking member of the Xianghuo Sect could never have imagined that his shot would miss the target.

The opponent was just a 13th level martial artist, and I, who was at the Blood Exchange Realm, missed with my shot!
Xu Yunfan took advantage of the momentum to flip over, and with his toes he hooked up half of the iron chain and threw it towards the dragon horse's eyes.

Amid the sound of chain links breaking through the air, his body suddenly shrank like a shrimp's bow, and his back smashed the only remaining window frame of Cuibo Tower behind him. The moment he landed on the ground, he turned into an arrow and shot towards Cuibo Lake.

He wanted to pick up his gun and chase after him, but just as he squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, a loud thunderclap like muffled thunder suddenly came from the direction of the general's mansion in the city.

"You little brats of the Xianghuo Cult, you're courting death!"

What followed was the loud sound of metal clashing that almost resounded throughout the city.

Looking at Xu Yunfan who was about to disappear from his sight, he felt a little unhappy.

The other person has secrets and perhaps unexpected surprises.

He was just a martial artist. Even if he had perfected the second level of muscle and skin training, he was a master of the blood exchange realm, so his shot would not miss.

He hesitated for a moment, ultimately fearing that he had missed out on something important, and if he were held accountable later, it would be difficult to reap any good results.

The man snorted coldly and had to stop and prepare to go to provide support.

"Chase."

The voice of the Blood Exchange Realm master was muffled by his visor, and he looked at the general who had remained silent beside him.

The other party took the order and led 300 heavily armored followers in iron boots to advance in formation, but suddenly Xu Yunfan turned around and threw the Thunder Fire Kirin Hammer with a flick of his wrist. The chain hammer slammed into the bluestone road surface and exploded into a cloud of dust for a few feet. When the smoke cleared, only circles of spreading ripples remained on the lake.

The night fog of Cuibo Lake was torn apart by the galloping figures.

Every step Xu Yunfan took on the water created a splash as big as a bowl. With the help of the Lin character formula, he could clearly feel the subtle touch of the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot and the water surface. Each contact did not exceed 30% of his strength, just like a dragonfly skimming the water.

The power of the muscles wriggling throughout his body was transmitted to the soles of his feet, and every step he took on the water made him feel like he was walking on land.

Xu Yunfan didn't dare to stay in the Lin Zi state for too long. Although he had completed the three trainings and his body had been perfectly transformed with the help of the attribute panel, which greatly extended the time he could use the Lin Zi state, he would still be exhausted and unable to continue after using it for a long time.

"Xu Yunfan!"

Yan Yuwei's roar came from the south bank.

The crazy woman who rushed into the Xianghuo Sect was covered in blood. She dragged her big knife into the lake. Her legs, driven by the Melting Gold and Forging Iron Skill, stirred the water like propellers, allowing most of her body to float on the water. However, blood spurted out of her body with every step she took.

Xu Yunfan cursed inwardly, swung his hand and threw the chain hammer, which wrapped around her ankle. He pulled with his arm and dragged her up.

As he flew over, he saw that the black smoke rising from the north bank of the city had gathered into a black cloud over Cuibo City.

Half a day later, Xu Yunfan sat cross-legged on a cracked reef in the reed marsh of the lake island.

Xu Yunfan sat cross-legged, his muscles throbbing. White mist rose from his naked upper body, and as blood and energy emerged from his body, thirteen blood python patterns shifted eerily across his muscles, healing the hidden injuries within him.

He was sorting out the disordered blood and qi in his body.

After completing the three trainings, his blood and energy condensed, unlike that of ordinary warriors. It was truly driven by his thoughts, flowing through his muscles and tendons to soothe his bones and muscles. Three feet away, in the shallows, Yan Yuwei tilted her head to look at Cui Bocheng lying on his back. The ruptured wounds on his body had been covered with the special golden medicine he carried. The golden medicine mixed with blood and formed a brown scab on the wound, and he was out of danger.

He looked towards the north bank. The entire Cui Bo City had turned blood red, and the scarlet banner of the Incense Cult fluttered on the top of the city.

Even more horrifying were the human candles hanging at the city gates.

Hundreds of corpses had their scapulas pierced by iron hooks, their abdominal cavities hollowed out and filled with lamp oil, which then ignited and flickered like will-o'-the-wisp in the twilight.

Yan Yuwei, who was lying on the ground, turned her head to look at Cuibo City, her eyes fixed on a place in the city without blinking, her knuckles dug deeply into the rocks, staring at a fire somewhere in the city.

Xu Yunfan glanced at it and understood.

This Yan Yuwei should be from Cuibo City.

After a long while, he asked, "Where is the Cloud Piercing Arrow I gave you earlier?"

"Throw it away." Yan Yuwei's voice sounded like charcoal slag dug out from a blacksmith's furnace, with a dull nasal tone.

"It's in the way."

"..."

The veins on Xu Yunfan's forehead twitched.

When he stood up, his joints crackled like frying beans, and the lava patterns on the handle of the Thunder Fire Qilin Hammer flickered.

"According to what you said, the Foreign Affairs Hall is in charge of many external industries of Tiangong Cave. If they really rebelled, the Tiangong Cave Mechanical City would be..."

He glanced at Yan Yuwei who was lying there, pondered for a moment, and continued speaking.

"Let's go back to Tiangong City first. If Tiangong Cave is still kept in the dark and the news is not sent back in time, once the Xianghuo Sect soldiers arrive at the city, Tiangong Cave will be in danger."

"go!"

Yan Yuwei suddenly jumped up and stepped into the water first. Her legs, powered by the skill of melting gold and forging iron, stepped on the water as if it were flat ground. The splashing water contained some small pieces of fish corpses.

Xu Yunfan looked at her almost self-harming way of running and knew that this woman was using pain to numb her sorrow.
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After going around the south of Cuibo City for ten miles, corpses were everywhere inside and outside the city, and the stench was so strong that it was choking. From time to time, the "Demon-Slaying Heavenly Army" of the Xianghuo Sect patrolled. Only half a day had passed, and no one knew what the Xianghuo Sect had done, but the stench of corpses became stronger.

Xu Yunfan squatted on the jujube tree and watched the followers at the bottom of the valley arrange the corpses into a lotus shape.

Eight men in black robes were using iron brushes to scrape the fascia off the bones and put the scraped meat into a pottery jar. The words "Elixir of Longevity" were clearly engraved on the jar.

"Ming Zun has mercy on you and grants you eternal life..."

The leading old priest roared and cut open his palm, and green smoke rose as the blood dripped into the clay pot.

More than seventy believers knelt on the ground and chanted, their voices twisted like those of night owls: "The skulls become bright lamps to illuminate the universe, and the intestines become iron chains to bind the heavens."

Several young children nearby suddenly walked into the arena, singing and dancing with their innocent smiles on their faces under the slightly greedy gazes of the followers.

"Good baby, pretty baby,

Peel off the skin to make a lampshade;
Daddy laughs, mommy dances,
Pull out the bones to build a rainbow bridge.

Brother's liver, sister's gallbladder,
Boil a pot of fragrant soup to honor the wise man;
Neighbors, don't run away.
To ascend to paradise early is filial piety."

As the childish yet creepy lyrics of the ballad began to play, several black-clad cult members surrounding the child took out sharp knives and began to cut open his stomach.

(End of this chapter)