Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 220, Section 267: The True Form of the Blood Fiend Shakes Southern Chu (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 5656)

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal, and the space within his sleeve flashed, taking in the remains of Yu Zishan and the others, along with Wei Ding's corpse.

Wei Ding's vengeful spirit has been released by him.

To prevent a repeat of the incident involving Kang Youyuan's son.

He didn't let the servant's spirit wander to another land; instead, he took it back for burial.

The next moment, he made a hand seal, and the guiding light of the technique shone brightly.

The battle aura, which had been flowing like rivers into the sea, was forcibly drawn away and scattered into the mountain wind.

He even dug out the blood-stained soil from the ground and threw it into the Pot Heaven space.

Then, in the grotto, where he had stabbed himself and injected blood into the cracks in the stone, all the traces of his own blood were dissipated by guiding the technique, leaving not a trace.

"Let's go!"

He gave a low shout, and he and Wang Zheng took flight, turning into afterimages as they sped towards the hidden teleportation array.

The array patterns suddenly lit up under the infusion of blood-fiend spiritual energy, and the two ancient spirit stones cracked open with a "crack".

"After I leave, destroy the formation immediately! Quickly leave the territory of the Immortal Martial Sect and return directly to Beiyun Dizhou, leaving no trace. I will meet you in Beiyun Dizhou at that time."

A muffled command came from beneath Zhao Wuji's brass mask.

He then patted his storage bag and tossed the last remaining ancient spirit stone to Wang Zheng as a supplement for the journey.

"Yes!"

Wang Zheng accepted the spirit stone and solemnly accepted the order.

Seeing Zhao Wuji's figure gradually fade and disappear in the spiritual light, he did not hesitate. His magic sword rang out, and his sword energy raged wildly.

In an instant, the array patterns of the ground teleportation array were shattered, leaving only a mess on the ground.

Having done all this, Wang Zheng unleashed his sword technique, transforming into a streak of light that shot through the air and vanished into the horizon in an instant.

After a while.

A blinding streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky above the mountain valley.

Elder Chi Mei, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Immortal Martial Sect, arrived through the air, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.

When he saw the chaotic scene in the valley, his expression changed drastically.

"Elder Luo!"

He let out a long howl and his figure quickly descended into the mountain hollow. His gaze fell on the pitted ground, and he sensed the faint spiritual power around him. His expression was one of surprise and uncertainty.

Where is Luo Zhanren?

Just then, the communication jade talisman at his waist suddenly burst forth with dazzling spiritual light.

"Red Eyebrows! What happened? Why did Luo Zhan's soul lamp go out!"

The roar of Sect Master Yan Haoyang, filled with murderous intent, emanated from the jade talisman. The fury in his voice caused Elder Chi Mei's face to turn pale.

"What?! Luo Zhan is dead?"

His pupils contracted sharply as his divine sense swept over the seven gunshot wounds that stretched for dozens of feet across the rocky ground before abruptly stopping.

These are clearly marks from Luo Zhan's Seven Kill Blood Fiend Spear being forcibly cleaved apart!
"How is that possible? Luo Zhan is an invincible cultivator who has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, cultivated by our sect. He is unmatched below the Golden Core stage. The only ones who can kill him are the prodigies of a hegemonic power, or even a more powerful one."

Elder Red Eyebrows staggered back two steps, his withered hand pressing against the still-warm gravel.

But would such powerful figures from other forces risk war with his Immortal Martial Sect to directly kill Luo Zhan?

Moreover, even those geniuses would have to pay a heavy price to kill Luo Zhan; it would be impossible for them to succeed in such a short time.

With Luo Zhan's strength, even if he is no match for him, he will definitely be able to escape!

unless
"boom!!!"

A sudden, muffled thunderous roar echoed across the sky, and the clouds were torn open by a terrifying spiritual force, creating a vortex-like gap.

Before Elder Chi Mei could even raise his head, his bones began to crack under the immense pressure of the Golden Core.

The air on Lingtai Mountain seemed to boil instantly, then be compressed into an iron plate, creating a terrifying atmosphere that made people's hearts tremble.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the clouds above the mountain valley burst open into a golden-red vortex, as if the sky had been ripped open by a tremendous force.

It was as if a dazzling sun had appeared out of nowhere, its magnificent power like molten lava pouring down, illuminating the entire Lingtai Mountain in every detail.

The rocks and rubble crackled and exploded under the high temperature, and the vegetation within a radius of hundreds of feet instantly withered and curled up.

The blazing sun suddenly shrank into a three-zhang-long cocoon of light, its surface covered with blood-red, dragon-tiger-shaped patterns.

With a cracking sound, the cocoon of light shattered in an instant.
"Boom!"

The ground shook violently like a giant drumbeat, and the shockwaves blew away the surface rock and soil.

A towering figure, nine feet tall, emerged from the smoke and dust, each step leaving a burning footprint on the rocky ground.

His bulging muscles were covered with dark gold armor, and his blood and qi surged from his spine, intertwining in mid-air to form a bloodthirsty true form of dragons and tigers clashing.

"Sect Master!" Elder Red Eyebrows stared in shock at the figure slowly approaching.

This sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect was surrounded by tangible blood and evil energy, and magical treasures and blood beads danced around him as he walked.

The barrier formed by the blood beads briefly created a channel for spiritual energy in the Dharma-ending Age.

The unique pressure of a martial artist at the Golden Core True Form Realm surged like a tide over the mountain valley, causing the ravines cleaved by the sword energy to tremble violently.

The face of the Immortal Martial Sect Master emerged from the cinnabar mist, the blood lines between his brows writhing like living things, his eyes like two blazing, golden suns, scorching one's soul with a stinging pain.

The dragon-shaped blood demon true form coiled on his left shoulder suddenly raised its head and let out a silent roar in the direction of the remaining sword energy.

"laugh!"

Thirty feet away, a rock suddenly melted into molten iron.

That was the very spot where Zhao Wuji had once stood.

The dragon-shaped Blood Fiend True Form was able to spontaneously pursue the traces of the battle. Although it could only maintain its position for three breaths due to the limitations of the end of Dharma, it had already burned a foot-deep, glass-like pit into the rock layer, revealing a footprint.

His eyes were like torches, and two golden-red suns burned in his pupils.

Every trench and every sword mark on the battlefield was clearly visible during the scan.
"The four were fighting; besides Luo Zhan, there were three others. Among them, the strongest was a martial arts cultivator."

The deep sound, like muffled thunder, rolled across the valley, and the remaining malevolent energy in the rock crevices trembled with the sound waves.

"Sect Master!" Elder Red Eyebrows was terrified, fearing the wrath of the sect leader.

The Immortal Martial Sect Master snorted coldly, suddenly raising his palm to grab, but he couldn't grasp any trace of aura. He couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh," and his face suddenly tightened.

"Not a single clue was left. I couldn't even sense Luo Zhan's corpse, aura, blood, or magical artifacts anymore!"

He was shocked and furious, and dragon-scale-like blood patterns appeared on the surface of his bulging muscles as he looked at the grotto ahead.

"Bang!!"

With a powerful stomp of his right foot, he shattered the rock strata and charged into the cave like a cannonball, his Blood Fiend True Form erupting from his body!
"boom!!!"

The cave's dome shattered into dust under the oppressive power of the martial immortal, with thousands of fragments suspended in mid-air, swirling into a vortex by the crimson aura.

"True Dragon Eyes!"

The sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect gave a low shout, made a hand gesture, and wiped his forehead.

A majestic vertical pupil suddenly split open between his brows, shimmering with golden light, like a dragon opening its eyes!
Martial Immortal's Divine Power - [Dragon Eye Heavenly Eye]!
The field of vision suddenly changed, and a wisp of divine consciousness fluctuation that had not yet dissipated suddenly appeared.

"A Golden Core level divine sense?" "Who is it?!"

The Immortal Martial Sect Master suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, causing the surrounding floating pebbles to shatter!

His imposing figure suddenly blurred, and the surrounding rubble collapsed with a deafening roar.

In the next instant, he appeared like a ghost in the northwest corner of the mountain valley, his toes crushing the charred array patterns, his killing intent chilling!
Under the gaze of the Dragon Eye Heavenly Eye, the remaining aura of Wang Zheng's escape technique flickered like a candle in the wind, pointing uncertainly towards the distant horizon.

"That old Golden Core cultivator used the teleportation array to escape, but left a junior at the Spirit Condensation Realm to fly away alone, deliberately drawing away the pursuers?"

In this degenerate age where spiritual energy is depleted, a Golden Core cultivator actually dared to kill the Dao seed of his Immortal Martial Sect!
"Too deceiving!"

He clenched his fists tightly, his joints cracking like thunder, and his blood-fiend true form suddenly swelled, transforming into a ten-zhang-tall dragon and tiger phantom, its ferocity overwhelming.

The traces of Wang Zheng's escape were now clinging to his senses like a malignant tumor.

"Red Eyebrows!"

With a loud shout, Elder Red Eyebrows flew over like a frightened bird, trembling.

"choke!"

The crimson magic sword hanging at his waist suddenly flew out.

The sword was wrapped in blood-red patterns that flowed like magma, making it a Golden Core level magic weapon!

"Hold my 'Burning Soul Sword,' and follow the guidance of my divine consciousness."

The magic sword flew through the air to the front of Chi Mei, and a crystal core the size of a dragon eye on the hilt suddenly lit up.

The Immortal Martial Sect Master's divine sense poured into the crystal core like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the sword trembled and pointed towards the northeast horizon, where a faint trace of Wang Zheng's aura remained.

"Chase!"

The sect leader's illusory figure coldly shouted, "If you encounter any enemy, do not fight them head-on. Use your sword as a guide, and my divine sense will descend upon you!"

"Yes!"

Elder Red Eyebrows caught the sword, and his palm was instantly scorched by the hilt, sending up blue smoke.

He endured the excruciating pain and made a hand seal. The Burning Fiend Sword burst forth with a hundred-foot-long blood-red light, dragging him like a meteor streaking across the sky!
Almost simultaneously, the Immortal Martial Sect Master flipped his palm and produced a black and red token.

"Immortal Martial Pursuit Order, activated!"

The token exploded with dazzling spiritual light, transforming into nine golden rainbows that shot out in all directions.

Within the Immortal Martial Sect, a thousand miles away, the sect's giant bell tolled loudly, its sound carrying the Golden Core decrees and echoing throughout the mountains.
"All elders and deacons shall immediately mobilize to seal off the nearest border of Nan Chu Prefecture! For areas further away, contact other forces to coordinate a blockade."

"Anyone suspected of attempting to break through will be stopped; those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

After doing all this, the Immortal Martial Sect Master snorted coldly, and with a flick of his wrist, he took to the air.

In this degenerate age, even martial arts practitioners at the Golden Core True Form Realm dare not stray far from spiritual veins for long.

He gazed intently towards the northeast, leaving only a chilling whisper echoing through the crumbling mountain valley:

"Whoever stole the inheritance guarded by my Immortal Martial Sect and killed its prodigy, will pay the price!!"

Inside the Sword Rain Tower cave, the teleportation array patterns suddenly lit up with a blinding blood-red light.

"Crack!"

The two ancient spirit stones shattered completely amidst the violent tremors, and Zhao Wuji's figure stepped out from the spiritual light.

He made a hand seal with his hand, and seventy-two fragments of source crystals rose up like a swarm of locusts, turning into dust under the control of the array technique and scattering down.

"call out!"

The True Martial Broken Sword swept across, carving a three-foot-deep trench into the ground's array patterns with its sword energy, completely destroying them.

The remaining spiritual energy was then peeled away layer by layer by the guiding technique.

After doing all this, thinking of Wang Zheng, he suddenly closed his eyes and made a hand seal, and a dark blue pattern appeared between his brows.

The Dream Marriage Technique allows divine consciousness to penetrate the void like an invisible thread.

In the southern Chu Prefecture, amidst the clouds, Wang Zheng's right pupil suddenly revealed a double-pupiled blood moon, his vision piercing through the rolling sea of ​​clouds behind him.

Two hundred miles away, a crimson sword light enveloped a figure, slithering like a venomous snake, hanging precariously.

"My lord, someone from the Immortal Martial Sect is tracking me."

Wang Zheng's consciousness trembled, and his urgent voice came from the channel constructed by the Dream Marriage Technique: "That sword is strange. It can track my aura, as if a Golden Core cultivator has locked onto my presence."

"The Golden Core cultivator of the Immortal Martial Sect."

Inside the Sword Rain Tower, Zhao Wuji had observed everything clearly through Wang Zheng's dream perspective.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his double pupils flashing, and said.

"Double pupils close the heavenly palace, wind escapes and turns to the Xun position!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng, who was hidden in the clouds, suddenly contracted his double pupils.

Zhao Wuji's telepathic message resounded like thunder in the dream.

His right eye, with its blood-moon-like pupil, suddenly split into two, then eerily closed as if it were made of stone.

He was actually forcibly using the double pupil secret technique, [Closing the Heavenly Gate], which he had not yet mastered!
This technique can temporarily sever the connection between a cultivator and the energy of heaven and earth. It was a secret method that Wang Zheng had not yet figured out, but Zhao Wuji had already comprehended it.

At this moment, under Zhao Wuji's guidance, Wang Zheng unleashed his double pupils.

"Shh!"

Wang Zheng suddenly turned around, and the wind escape talisman in his sleeve spontaneously combusted without wind. He transformed into a streak of green light and sped away according to Zhao Wuji's instructions.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the shade of the snow-capped mountains not far away.

He concealed his presence like a stubborn rock, completely disappearing without a trace.

"Let's lie low and avoid trouble for now! If we have the chance, we'll escape to another territory and use our Wang family identity as cover."

Zhao Wuji's voice transmission through his dream rang out again, "If you really can't leave Nan Chu Prefecture, set up the teleportation array again, and I'll bring you back!"

His eyes were cold and piercing; he didn't want to leave behind the complete teleportation array unless absolutely necessary.

Because the teleportation array's core technique of shifting scenery is unique, it can be considered to have left its mark.

If Wang Zheng could escape from Nan Chu Prefecture using his double pupils, that would be the best course of action.

But what if they were truly captured by the Immortal Martial Sect...?

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Then the only option is to let this strongest piece be completely annihilated, like a fuse that has blown!
"Whoosh!"

With a flick of his sleeves, his figure disappeared into the space of the gourd.

A chilling aura swept over them as Luo Zhan's mangled corpse was being devoured by thousands of Gu worms, the white bones, as hard as metal, emitting a faint hissing sound.

At the same time, news that the Immortal Martial Sect had issued a kill order and sealed off the border of Southern Chu Prefecture had quickly reached the eyes and ears of the major forces in Southern Chu Prefecture.

The various forces, large and small, in Nanchu Prefecture were shaken, and the communication jade tokens of many spies were flashing wildly.

"Luo Zhan, the invincible cultivator at the peak of the Condensation Realm and a prodigy of the Immortal Martial Sect, has fallen!"

"The attacker is suspected to be a Golden Core True Form martial artist... a descendant of Huangfu Mi!"

The news swept through the entire cultivation world of Southern Chu like a hurricane.

Who exactly is the successor of Huangfu Mi's lineage, that a powerful martial artist at the Golden Core True Form Realm could emerge from it, and yet be so audacious?
(End of this chapter)