Immortals of the End Times

With a few flashes of sword light, Zhao Wuji's figure transformed into the wind, piercing through the clouds and mist as he descended into the valley below.

As his robes fluttered, he scanned Yang Xiong's still figure in the distance with his divine sense.

"The younger generation is still too inexperienced!"

Yang Xiong sneered from more than ten miles away, his nascent soul spreading out like a spider web, enveloping the entire valley. "Trying to use the same methods on me as on the Wang family? Dream on!"

He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, his voice shaking the heavens: "Sword Lord Wentian, come out! How can you, the dignified sect leader of the Qilin Sword Sect, always do such sneaky and underhanded things? Is this the method of a righteous sect?"

As he questioned him, he made a hand seal, attempting to summon Xiang Yu's right arm using a secret technique from his right arm's bloodline.

However, after performing the incantation, when his divine sense swept across the void, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; he could not sense the existence of his right arm at all.

"How can it be?!"

Yang Xiong's expression changed drastically. The scorch marks on his chest and abdomen burst open again due to his anger, and blood stained the robe in front of his chest.

Just then, Zhao Wuji's calm laugh echoed through the valley: "Old dog Yang, you think you can get away with it by not coming in?"

He suddenly clasped his hands together, and the summoning cloud technique's spiritual patterns burst forth from his fingertips. "Actually, you were already in the formation!"

In an instant, the clouds and mist surged like a raging sea, expanding for more than ten miles in a flash.

The misty fog was like a burst dam in the Milky Way, the clouds and fog were as thick as lead, layer upon layer reaching hundreds of feet high, completely engulfing Yang Xiong's figure.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, the bewitching fan flew out.

The twelve feathers spread like a peacock's tail, and the ink-wash landscape on the fan surface suddenly came to life, causing the flowing clouds to pour wildly towards Yang Xiong.

"Little tricks!"

Yang Xiong roared angrily, and suddenly made a hand seal and waved his sleeve. The Divine Spear pierced the sun like a white rainbow, turning into a hundred-foot-long white light that swept across the area.

The spear's force raged like a tornado, unleashing blindingly red pillars of spiritual energy that tore open cracks in the clouds.

However, instead of dissipating, the broken mists wriggled and multiplied like living things, filling the gaps in an instant.

Even more frightening is that the clouds and mist seem to have a kind of bewitching and hallucinatory effect.

Even though Yang Xiong was a dignified Nascent Soul True Monarch, he felt as if his sea of ​​consciousness was being weighed down by cotton wool, and the scene before his eyes began to distort.

Scenes of the Yang family's past, former enemies, and other things suddenly appeared in the fog, making him feel as if his nascent soul was trapped in a quagmire.

"No! This...it looks a bit like the bewitching clouds described in the records of the Nine Heavens."

Yang Xiong suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and the sharp pain brought him to his senses for a brief moment. He almost thought he had been taken to the ninth heaven.

At this moment.

A dazzling, astonishing flash of light pierced through the darkness of the surrounding clouds, tearing open a crack and instantly illuminating Yang Xiong's face.

In the blink of an eye, the protective aura that Yang Xiong had hastily erected was blasted into ripples and suddenly collapsed.

Then, a thunderous roar, as loud as an earthquake, resounded.

Yang Xiong grunted, his figure was suddenly shaken back, and the sleeves of his robe burst open.

But deep within the clouds, a startlingly twisted arc of electricity formed a long spear that constantly flickered with lightning, which then floated in the air.

From the clouds in all directions, streaks of purple-black lightning gradually emerged, flashing wildly. The arcs of lightning from the Thunderclap Spear merged with the bewitching clouds, weaving a massive net of thunder in the void!
"This is."

As Yang Xiong was shocked, the clouds and mist were suddenly illuminated by a blinding light.

A blurry, luminous figure appeared amidst a swirling, murky cloud.

Zhao Wuji's figure descended like a god, his body radiating brilliant divine light. He stepped out of the sea of ​​clouds, creating ripples as he flew rapidly from afar.

"Summoning clouds and thunder!"

A clear shout rang out like a thunderclap.

Twelve feathers burst forth with a dazzling light from the bewitching fan.

In an instant, the flowing clouds, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, transformed into raging waves that completely engulfed Yang Xiong.

Purple lightning surged wildly in the clouds, and the lightning bolts from the Thunder Spear intertwined into a net, each bolt containing the destructive aura of the Nine Heavens Tribulation.

"You mere cloud thunder dares to trap me? I already learned that during my Nascent Soul Tribulation!!"

Yang Xiong laughed in anger, his hands forming a profound hand seal, "Mysterious Infant Protection Technique!"

Within his dantian, the nascent soul suddenly opened its eyes, and immense true energy burst forth from its body.

Nine purple-gold talismans appeared around him, transforming into a rapidly spinning halo of light.

The clouds and mist dispersed at the touch, and the lightning struck as if it had vanished into thin air.

The power of the Nascent Soul magic was fully displayed, instantly clearing a vacuum within a radius of a hundred feet.

"Go!" Zhao Wuji raised his hand and beckoned.

"boom!"

The Thunderclap Spear suddenly transformed into a purplish-black electric python as thick as a water bucket, tearing through the halo and aiming straight for the center of the forehead.

Yang Xiong hastily unleashed his God-Slaying Spear to block, and the two treasures collided, unleashing a blinding aurora.

The violent lightning energy surged through the gun and into his meridians, causing the scorch marks on his chest to burst open again, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Junior is seeking death!"

Yang Xiong roared angrily, and his nascent soul in his dantian was fully awakened.

The three-inch-tall infant was entirely purple-gold, and its face was exactly the same as his.

As Yang Xiong's nascent soul opened its eyes, the surrounding world trembled violently!
A vast and unfathomable spiritual power suddenly erupted, and the void seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, making a cracking sound as if it could not bear the weight.

"boom!!"

The terrifying pressure swept in all directions like a raging sea. Zhao Wuji felt his bones trembling and his sea of ​​consciousness being suppressed by a mountain, making it difficult for him to even breathe!
"Get away!!"

Yang Xiong roared fiercely, his right arm suddenly swelled, his muscles coiled like a dragon, and dark gold demonic patterns emerged from under his skin, with golden lines spreading across his entire arm like living creatures.

"Kakakaka!!"

The bones crackled like thunder, and before the fist was even thrown, a fierce gale had already torn through a hundred feet of void!
"boom!"

A punch is thrown, and heaven and earth resonate!

The crimson-gold fist energy solidified into a tangible form, transforming into a pillar of spiritual pressure compressed to its limit, which shot upwards through the sky.

Wherever it passed, the dark clouds were pierced through like paper, creating a vacuum channel with a diameter of tens of feet. The Thunderclap Spear flew backward with a mournful cry, its lightning completely dissipated!
The force of the punch remained undiminished, like a celestial river surging backward, carrying the momentum of collapsing mountains and splitting the earth as it slammed into Zhao Wuji!
"cut!"

Zhao Wuji pointed his sword swiftly, and the Frost Soul Flying Sword transformed into an ice rainbow of extreme refinement, piercing through the sky.

One sword breaks all laws!

"laugh!!"

Where the sword light passed, the crimson-gold fist energy split in two.

Unexpectedly, a vertical pupil suddenly split open between Yang Xiong's brows, and his gray-white primordial spirit power emerged like a poisonous dragon from its lair!
"Oh!"

The golden canopy formed by the exorcism spell shattered instantly, and the layers of dream barriers constructed by the dream-marrying spell cracked inch by inch like glass.

Zhao Wuji's mind was shaken violently, his head was spinning, and he staggered backward!

"Come die!!"

Yang Xiong seized the opening and swung his right arm again.

This punch actually burned the essence of the Nascent Soul, and Xiang Yu's true blood boiled in his meridians!

Where the fist passed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void like a mirror, and the fierce gale plowed a deep trench into the ground a hundred feet wide!
"clang!!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword was struck as if by lightning; thick frost formed on its blade, and it flew away with a mournful cry.

"boom!!!"

The fist struck Zhao Wuji squarely in the chest, instantly shattering his purple-gold unicorn robe into countless pieces!
"Crack!"

The sound of the sternum cracking was like a thunderclap, and a visible ring of shockwave erupted from the point of impact.

Zhao Wuji's figure plummeted to the ground like a meteor, crashing through seven cliffs in succession, causing rocks to crumble and dust to rise into the sky!

"It's now!"

The Star River Daoist in the shadows suddenly gleamed, and three Star River Meteorite Nails silently shot out from the sky.

The nail, wrapped with grayish-white primordial spirit power, pierced deeply into a vital acupoint on Yang Xiong's back just as his old power was exhausted and his new power was generated.

"what!"

Yang Xiong let out a heart-wrenching scream as his nascent soul protective shield collapsed, and he was pinned down in three vital points.

Three large, bowl-sized holes exploded on its back, and the nascent soul essence blood, imbued with rich spiritual energy, gushed out like a spring.

"You rat!!"

Yang Xiong was furious, and the power of his Nascent Soul and Primordial Spirit erupted!
In an instant, the void distorted and spiritual energy surged.

A vast and abyss-like pressure swept across all directions, surging and turbulent like a raging sea.

"Come die!!"

He roared, and his right arm suddenly swelled up, his muscles bulging like dragons, and dark gold demonic patterns emerged from under his skin, spreading across his entire arm like living creatures.

"boom!"

With a wiry hand pressing down from a distance, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered wildly, actually condensing into a giant crimson-gold hand the size of a small mountain in the void!
The giant hand's five fingers were like pillars supporting the sky, its palm lines like crisscrossing ravines, its surface flowing with molten, fiery true energy, and even more so with the power of primordial spirit coiled like a poisonous dragon, radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure. Before the palm's wind even arrived, the rocks within a hundred feet radius had already cracked and fissures appeared on the ground from the invisible force!

"Bang!!"

The giant palm, combined with the impact of the primordial spirit, slammed down. Xinghe Daoist didn't even have time to react. The starlight bowl-shaped magic treasure around his body immediately groaned and caved in, and the protective spiritual light shattered like paper.

"puff!!"

His black robe shattered instantly, blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through a cliff along the way before finally embedding himself in a rock wall a hundred feet away with a 'boom,' creating a deep, human-shaped crater!
Amidst the flying debris, his sternum shattered, and he coughed up blood, yet he still managed to struggle to his feet, his body radiating an eerie gray-white spiritual light.

"Hmm?" Yang Xiong's pupils shrank sharply, and his divine sense swept over the body, filling him with shock and anger: "Soul possession?! No wonder it could withstand my soul's attack, and even the body of the Thirteenth Demon Prince!"

He roared, "You old bastard, how dare you possess the Demon Lord's thirteenth son! Who are you?!"

At that very moment, the distant ruins exploded with a deafening roar.

Zhao Wuji's figure soared into the sky, his purple-gold unicorn robe already shattered, revealing his strong, iron-like body.

The dark gold lines flowing across his bronze skin indicated that he had not suffered any serious injury.

"hiss!!"

He rubbed his chest, where a bruised fist mark had appeared. As he made a hand seal, a blue light swirled around him, and his medical skills quickly healed the broken bone with a 'crack' sound. He grinned and said, "That really hurt! It's been many years since I've been hit this hard."

"You're from the Martial Immortal Path?!"

Yang Xiong's expression changed drastically, only then realizing that Zhao Wuji was actually skilled in both swordsmanship and martial arts.

Before Yang Xiong could react, Zhao Wuji's figure suddenly transformed into a blinding sword light!
"Shh!"

With the Light-Generating Technique activated at full power, he was like a blazing sun, bursting forth with boundless golden light!
In an instant, it seemed as if only a dazzling sword of light traversed the sky remained between heaven and earth.

Wherever the sword passed, the void twisted and the clouds tore apart, slashing down with the force of riding the wind and breaking the waves!

Yang Xiong's eyes stung, and his nascent soul was burned as if by fire by the dazzling sword light!

He instinctively closed his eyes, and with a sudden grab, the God-Breaking Spear, like an angry dragon emerging from the abyss, instantly appeared in front of him.

"clang!!!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky!

Under the dazzling sword light that Zhao Wuji had transformed into, the magical spear bent into a breathtaking arc.

The gun trembled as if groaning, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the dark gold shaft!

"boom!"

The greatsword, its momentum undiminished, surged like a reversed Milky Way, instantly piercing Yang Xiong's left shoulder!
"Pfft!"

Blood mist exploded, and shattered bones flew everywhere!

"Ugh!"

Yang Xiong screamed and staggered backward. A blood hole the size of a bowl appeared on his left shoulder, and his nascent soul blood gushed out like a spring!

In that split second
"call out!"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword pierced through the air like an ice rainbow condensed to its extreme. Even before the sword's edge arrived, its piercing coldness had already caused frost to form on Yang Xiong's throat!

"roll!!!"

Yang Xiong roared fiercely, his right arm suddenly swelled up like a pillar, and dark gold demonic patterns spread across his entire arm like living things, while Xiang Yu's true blood boiled in his meridians!

"boom!"

The phantom image of Xiang Yu's right arm suddenly appeared.

With a single punch, the domineering fist energy roared like an angry dragon, forcefully smashing the incoming Cold Soul Flying Sword, causing it to fly backward with a mournful cry!

"clang!!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword was covered with thick frost, its spiritual light dimming as it flew away.

however.

The moment the fist touched the sword, Yang Xiong suddenly felt a chill run through his body!
"Hey!"

Countless jet-black threads, like venomous snakes, coiled upwards along the force of the fist, each strand containing a chilling aura that could devour the soul and destroy the spirit, instantly invading the meridians!
"Oh no! It's that eerie wind again!"

Yang Xiong suddenly looked up and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave in his Purple Mansion Sea of ​​Consciousness, and even the flow of his Nascent Soul True Power was halted!
High in the sky, Zhao Wuji stood on flowing clouds, his palms embracing Tai Chi.

The Soul-Devouring Wind Pearl floated in his left palm, while the Bone-Corroding Yin Rain Needle swirled at his right fingertip.

"Call the wind and rain!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low shout and waved his sleeves, causing the two treasures to collide with a loud crash.

The Soul-Devouring Wind Orb and the Bone-Corroding Rain Needle unleashed their power simultaneously!

In an instant, a dark gale roared like a monstrous dragon, carrying thousands of dark blue rain needles, and swept towards Yang Xiong, slaying him with overwhelming force!

The chilling wind eroded his soul, and the rain needles pierced his bones. In a single exchange, it tore through Yang Xiong's protective aura, leaving bloody marks on his robe.

"Pfft!" Yang Xiong groaned, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His soul felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand needles, and he staggered backward.

"The Sky-Supporting Bell!"

He roared furiously, and slammed his hand on the storage bag, sending an ancient bell flying out with a bang!
"Boom--!"

The bell tolled like thunder, reverberating in all directions!
The ancient bell swelled in the wind, transforming into a giant bell three zhang in size that enveloped Yang Xiong. Runes flowed across the bell's surface, effectively blocking out the wind and rain!
"Boom!"

The bell tolled loudly, and the sound waves swept like raging waves. Wherever they passed, the dark gale dissipated, the bone-corroding rain needles shattered, and even the rock walls of the valley were shaken open with spider web-like cracks!
"As expected of the head of the Yang family, he has quite a few powerful magical treasures."

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned cold, and his hand seals changed again, "Summoning Clouds and Lightning!"

“Boom!!”

The Bewitching Fan suddenly unfolded, its twelve feathers bursting forth with a dazzling light, and the clouds in the sky surged like raging waves!

The Thunder Spear shot out, and purple-black lightning snakes intertwined wildly in the clouds. As the sky darkened, thunder and lightning poured down like a celestial river, once again engulfing the ancient bell!

"Crack!"

The runes on the surface of the ancient bell have faded, and cracks have appeared on its body, clearly indicating that it can no longer hold up.

However.
"You brat, you've driven me to this point; you deserve to die!"

Inside the bell, Yang Xiong's sinister laugh was like the whisper of a demon.

"boom!"

A fierce and bloodthirsty aura erupted from the bell, and Yang Xiong's right arm suddenly swelled up, with white bone spurs piercing through his sleeve and dark gold demonic patterns spreading across his entire arm like living things!

"Xiang Yu's right arm can be used in this way?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, and a strong sense of alarm went through him.

"The Dionysus Formation, activate!"

Without hesitation, he activated the great formation by making hand seals!

"Crash!!"

The crimson Lion King Star Wine transformed into a towering cloud of wine mist, surging wildly into the cracks of the ancient bell!

"Ugh—!"

Caught off guard, Yang Xiong was struck by the crimson mist of the strong liquor, which burrowed into his pores like a venomous snake!

He hastily closed his orifices and locked his meridians, only to be horrified to discover that as the three wine stones around him spun, the aroma of wine could penetrate his protective true energy and rush straight to his dantian along his meridians.

In an instant, the world spun around!

The scene before him was distorted and deformed like a reflection in water. His nascent soul felt as if it had fallen into a sea of ​​cotton wool, and even the flow of true energy within his body became extremely sluggish.

"Activate the hypnosis!"

Zhao Wuji moved like a roc soaring through the sky, and his Bewitching Fan suddenly unfolded.

"Wow!"

Twelve feathers burst forth with mesmerizing radiance, and the flowing clouds in the sky poured into the ancient bell like a bursting dam!

Amidst the churning clouds and mist, countless illusions arose within the bell.
The ancestral land of the Yang family collapsed, Xiang Yu's right arm was shattered, and his nascent soul body disintegrated. All sorts of inner demons and illusions overwhelmed Yang Xiong like a tidal wave!
In that split second
"Star River Spirit Summoning, Three Lights Sword!"

The withered hand of Xinghe Daoren, who reappeared from the side, suddenly pressed down, and the Xuanxing Cloud Pattern Bowl given by Zhao Wuji clashed with the Xingyue Spirit-Guiding Spoon in mid-air.

"clang!"

With a crisp ringing sound, three dazzling light swords fell to the ground like meteors, piercing through the air!

The first sword strike severed the flesh, and the void was torn apart where the sword light passed.

The second sword strike severed the divine consciousness, its sharp edge aimed directly at the Nascent Soul in the Purple Mansion.

The third sword strike severs the soul, its power locking onto the true spirit's origin.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji's sleeves fluttered in mid-air, and the Pot Heaven Space flashed.

"Qiang!"

The Frost Sword transformed into a piercing icy rainbow that shot through the sky!

Wang Zheng's fierce short halberd followed closely behind, its tip bursting with crimson killing intent!

Hua Qingshuang's beautiful figure appeared, her slender fingers forming a hand seal like a lotus flower, and a moonlight sword aura, refined to the extreme, struck first after being thrown later!
Three deadly moves, sealing off the heavens and the earth!

(End of this chapter)