Immortals of the End Times

"Since this person dares to come to our door, he must be very confident. We must not confront him directly!"

Gazing at the towering, thousand-foot-tall tree demon outside the sect, Yan Haoyang, the sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect, was deeply shaken and exchanged a glance with Shi Xingyao beside him.

His figure suddenly transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of the main hall.

Although he saw that the old ancestor of Tiannan was only radiating the spiritual power of a perfected Golden Core cultivator, he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

He immediately bowed and transmitted his voice, saying, "Fellow Daoist Tiannan, the attack on the Yang family was a misunderstanding. Our Immortal Martial Sect is willing to make compensation. Please stop immediately!"

Zhao Wuji's ancient and unrefined face was unusually cold under his cloak, and his voice was like ice: "Misunderstanding? Your Immortal Martial Sect has provoked me time and time again, but there is no misunderstanding between us."

Upon hearing this, Yan Haoyang was both shocked and furious: "When has my Immortal Martial Sect ever provoked you, fellow Daoist? If it concerns the Yang family, it is merely a dispute over resources and interests, which I have already promised to compensate you for."

"Ha! Sect Leader Yan, you truly have a short memory."

Zhao Wuji interrupted with a cold laugh, "Have you forgotten the medical and martial arts heritage of Huangfu Mi, who was thousands of miles away? Have you forgotten the people who were hunted down by your Immortal Martial Sect back then?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Haoyang's eyes flashed with confusion, then he looked at Zhao Wuji in shock and astonishment, "You..."

On the mountain peak below, the Supreme Elder Shi Xingyao was also startled. "Could it be..."

The old story from more than 20 years ago suddenly resurfaced in their minds.

Back then, it was still the Dharma-ending Age.

Yan Haoyang was only at the Golden Core stage, and Shi Xingyao had not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

The sect's prodigy, Iron Arm Immortal Luo Zhan, died because of that incident, and the Immortal Martial Sect did indeed hunt down that mysterious Golden Core martial artist for many years.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Tiannan is actually...?"

Yan Haoyang's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly explained, "What happened back then was mainly because that unfilial disciple Luo Zhan didn't know the rules. Please forgive me, fellow Daoist."

Before the words were even finished, the world suddenly went dark!
"Wait a minute!!"

Yan Haoyang's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"boom!!!"

The thousand-foot-tall demon tree clone suddenly sprang up, and its six- or seven-hundred-foot-tall dark gold giant fist crashed down like the sky collapsing!

The vines on the fist twisted and coiled like angry dragons, the dark gold patterns surged like lava, and the fiery true blood boiled under the skin. Before the fist even arrived, the violent and domineering intent had already distorted the void, and the air exploded like thunder!
"Crack!!!"

The light barrier of the Immortal Martial Sect's protective mountain array shattered like thin ice, and the eighteen mountain-suppressing pillars instantly collapsed, with fragments of rocks carrying spiritual patterns shooting thousands of feet away.

Three off-peaks were cut in half, and the mountain collapsed like mud!

"puff!"

Yan Haoyang's newly unleashed natal magic weapon, the "Turtle Mountain Shield," was sent flying by the aftershocks of the fist before it could even take shape.

The spiritual patterns on the shield shattered, and the backlash blasted a bowl-sized hole in his chest, causing his nascent soul blood to gush out like a fountain!

"evil creature!!"

The Supreme Elder Shi Xingyao's eyes widened in fury, and his spiritual pressure, typical of the early Nascent Soul stage, erupted with a deafening roar.

Nine "Heavenly Gang Nails" from his sleeve transformed into dazzling streams of light, their bodies wrapped in demon-slaying thunder patterns, tearing through the sky and heading straight for the demon tree's clone's double pupils!

"Roar!"

The demon tree clone roared angrily, its neck bearing the red hair of Xiang Yu's true head, its double pupils like blood moons turning, and suddenly bursting forth two solidified, sky-burning blood flames!
"laugh!!!"

Wherever the flame beam passed, the air evaporated into an ionized state, and the six Heavenly Gang Nails instantly melted into molten iron. The remaining three nails, which had only penetrated three feet into the tree trunk, were shredded into dust by the writhing dark gold battle patterns!

This three-foot wound, for a tree trunk hundreds of feet in diameter...
It only scratched the bark a little!
"You weren't this polite when you were chasing me back then."

Zhao Wuji sneered, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and the Thunderclap Spear suddenly flew out of his hand.

The lightning patterns on the gun body lit up one by one, and the nine lightning rings exploded one after another, finally condensing into a dazzling white light at the tip of the gun!
"boom!!"

A hundred-foot-long thunder dragon burst forth, its purple lightning coiling around the spear, intertwining with the blood flames spewing from the demon tree's clone. Like a divine punishment descending upon the world, it tore through the sky and struck Yan Haoyang's crown chakra!

Yan Haoyang's expression changed drastically, and he blocked with his sword.

The sword emitted a blinding blood-red light, and the true form of the Blood Fiend coiled around his body like a dragon and a tiger. His body suddenly grew larger, his muscles bulged like iron, and his strength increased several times over!
However.
"clang!!!"

The moment the Thunderclap Spear clashed with the sword, lightning exploded, Yan Haoyang's arms trembled violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of the sword.

His body was blasted back a hundred feet, and layers of air bursts appeared under his feet!
"How is this possible?!" His pupils constricted in disbelief.

How could a Golden Core cultivator force a Nascent Soul True Monarch to retreat?!
"Soul Split!"

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve.

The Soul-Splitting Frost Sword was like a frost dragon emerging from the abyss, its blade radiating a chilling aura.

Wherever it passed, the air froze, and ice crystals spread across the clouds!

"laugh!!"

The sword light flashed like lightning, instantly piercing through Yan Haoyang's protective blood aura and heading straight for his brow!
Yan Haoyang turned his head hastily, the sword blade grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark. The cold air instantly seeped in, and half of his face was covered with frost!
"Damn it!"

He roared and flung out a crimson seal from his sleeve. The seal was inscribed with the words "Suppress Heaven". It swelled in the wind and grew to the size of a mountain, crashing down on Zhao Wuji!
"fragmented!"

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal with his fingertips, and the spell was cast instantly.

Spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the seal, and it trembled and wailed in mid-air before it even hit the ground!
"What?!" Yan Haoyang's expression changed.

And the other side.
"Roar!!"

The demonic tree clone roared angrily, shaking the heavens. Its thousand-foot trunk suddenly swung, causing countless branches and leaves to rustle.

Many leaves transformed into countless tiny tree spirits under the clone technique, swarming like locusts towards the Immortal Martial Sect disciples and elders below who were trying to rebuild the mountain-protecting formation!
"what!!"

Screams rose and fell, and wherever the tree demon passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the protective aura shattered like paper.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of disciples, elders, and deacons were slaughtered into a bloody mist, making it impossible to set up an array.

"You wicked creature! Cease your rampage!"

Shi Xingyao roared and soared into the sky, his Nascent Soul Dharma Image "Vajra Blood Fiend True Form" suddenly condensing.

The old man's body rapidly grew to enormous size, his muscles bulging like gold and stone, radiating a metallic luster, seemingly indestructible!

He took a step forward, the ground cracked, and his fist blasted like a meteorite falling to earth, directly hitting the demon tree clone!
"boom!!"

The demon tree clone neither dodged nor avoided the attack; its trunk suddenly trembled, and dark gold patterns slithered like living snakes.

His right arm suddenly swelled up, transforming into a demonic fist hundreds of feet long, and clashed with Shi Xingyao!

"Crack!"

Shi Xingyao screamed in agony as his proud Martial Immortal Dao physical body was utterly defeated in a single exchange, his fist bones shattered, and he staggered backward.

Before it could even regain its footing, the demonic tree's clone's arms, like giant pythons, split into numerous bloody branches, lashing out and instantly coiling around its body!
"Chi chi chi!!"

The blood branches tightened frantically, causing Shi Xingyao's protective aura to crumble inch by inch. His gigantic body was squeezed so tightly that his bones cracked and blood spilled from his seven orifices!

"No!!" he roared and struggled, but like a trapped beast, he was powerless to resist!

"Back then, you dug up my ancestral graves, seized the mantle of the Martial Immortal Path, and hunted me down. Did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Zhao Wuji's voice was as cold as ice as he thrust out the Thunder Spear once more, the thunderous dragon roaring as it aimed straight at Yan Haoyang's throat!

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; enough with the nonsense!"

Yan Haoyang let out a long roar, his figure shot forward like lightning, his battle sword flew out of his hand, his right fist suddenly expanded, and the Blood Fiend True Form coiled around him like a dragon and a tiger.

The fist wind tore through the void, carrying a terrifying force that could crush mountains, and slammed into Zhao Wuji!
"boom!!"

Before the fist even arrived, the shockwave was already like a raging sea, causing the air within a hundred feet to twist and explode, and the ground to crack inch by inch!

"You, a mere Golden Core cultivator, rely solely on magical treasures. How could you possibly contend with a Nascent Soul True Monarch like me?!"

His fist tore through the void, its blood-fiend form swirling around him, as if he intended to blast Zhao Wuji into dust with a single punch!
"force!!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly made a hand seal to perform a powerful technique.

His internal energy and blood erupted like a volcano, and Xiang Yu's true blood surged in his right arm like a raging river bursting its banks!

"boom!!"

The muscles in his right arm bulged like a coiled dragon, instantly expanding several times their original size. The veins bulged out like iron chains, and the dark gold patterns on his skin flowed like lava, bursting out with dazzling golden light!
Each line seemed to roar like a thousand horses, its fierce and domineering power sweeping in all directions.

A clash of punches!
Before the fist even arrived, the violent wind exploded like a raging sea, compressing the air within a radius of ten feet into tangible ripples!

"boom!!!"

The moment their fists collided, the void shattered like a mirror.

This punch was like a mountain collapsing, like the sky and earth splitting apart!

The violent shockwave swept across like a hurricane, causing the clouds within a ten-mile radius to collapse!

Yan Haoyang's expression changed drastically. He felt a violent force rebounding from him, and his arm bones cracked and shattered inch by inch!

"puff!!"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into three mountain peaks before barely managing to steady himself, his eyes filled with horror!

"You...your physical body...you also possess Xiang Yu's true bloodline?"

"Do you have the strength to fight me in terms of physical prowess as a martial immortal?"

Zhao Wuji indifferently raised his hand, and the Thunderclap Spear and the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword simultaneously hovered in the air. Lightning and ice intertwined, transforming into a destructive torrent that crashed down!

"Elder Shi, offer the Martial Immortal's Treasure!"

Yan Haoyang suddenly coughed up blood, roared wildly, and retreated violently. His figure tore through the sky like lightning and instantly covered a thousand feet away.

At the same time, bring two fingers together.

A drop of nascent soul blood, as brilliant as a red diamond, suddenly ignited between his brows, transforming into a dazzling blood flame that shot through the air!

On the opposite side, the demon tree's avatar suddenly slammed its ferocious giant hand together, and a "crack" sound came from its palm.

"puff!"

Shi Xingyao coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body melted rapidly like a wax figure, turning into a pool of foul-smelling blood that flowed down from between the demon tree's fingers.

"A cicada shedding its shell?!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly turned cold.

A hundred feet away, the void twisted, and Shi Xingyao's true form staggered out, his face as pale as paper, and an ancient jade pendant on his chest exploded into dust with a "crack".

It was clearly a life-saving artifact of the Stand type!
"rise!!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Shi Xingyao and Yan Haoyang simultaneously performed a hand seal.

Two streaks of blood-red flames crashed into the main peak of the Immortal Martial Sect like falling meteors!

"Boom!!!"

The entire main peak trembled violently, and the mountain body cracked inch by inch like an eggshell.

Countless massive boulders crashed and flew, and the dust billowed like an angry dragon soaring into the sky!

Amidst the smoke and dust, a blinding crimson light suddenly burst forth, like the sun breaking through the clouds, tearing the entire sky crimson!

"That's...?!"

Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly contracted.

Where the smoke and dust had cleared, a thousand-foot-long spear stood like a colossal pillar supporting the sky!

The gun barrel is wrapped with ancient battle patterns, each pattern seemingly echoing the roars and shouts of thousands of cultivators, vaguely revealing the battlefield phantoms of ancient cultivators fighting.

The tip of the spear was covered with dark red bloodstains, which were the concentrated essence of the powerful warriors who had been killed by this spear in the past, and it exuded a suffocating aura of calamity and evil!
The most terrifying thing is the spear tassel, which seems to be made of many dragon whiskers, surrounded by the roaring of many dragon souls.

"Buzz buzz!!"

The moment the spear trembled, ripples spread across the void like water, and the malevolent energy writhed like a living creature.

Wherever it passed, spiritual energy dissipated, and even light was distorted and swallowed up, forming a twisted dark domain!

"An ancient, even prehistoric, martial arts spear? The most treasured artifact of the Immortal Martial Sect?!"

A sense of foreboding rose in Zhao Wuji's heart, and he immediately transmitted his voice to the demon tree clone: ​​"Retreat first!!"

"rise!!"

Yan Haoyang and Shi Xingyao roared simultaneously, their arms bulging with veins like writhing dragons, their faces contorted in a ferocious grimace from the depletion of their life essence, and the life essence of their nascent souls burning wildly between their brows, transforming into two streaks of blood flame that plunged into their battle spears!
"Zheng!!"

The thousand-foot-long spear suddenly trembled, and the ancient battle patterns on its shaft lit up one by one, like a galaxy rolling back.

The dark red blood deposits on the spear tip suddenly boiled, and the turbid and malevolent energy transformed into a blood-red raging tide that swept in all directions!
The next moment.
"boom!!!"

The spear rose from the ground, its tip tearing through the sky and bursting with blinding blood light. It swept across like a falling meteor, distorting and cracking the void wherever it passed, leaving a spatial rift a thousand feet long!

"Tsk!"

Before the spear's edge even arrived, the terrifying calamity and evil energy swept across the land like a raging sea. The thousands of blood branches extended from the demon tree's clone crumbled like paper, and green blood plasma poured down like a torrential rain, each drop corroding the earth and causing it to hiss and smoke!
"Roar!!"

The demon tree clone roared in pain, while Xiang Yu's true head's red hair danced wildly, and his double pupils shone with a blood-red light, like a blood moon hanging in the sky!
Dark gold demonic patterns surged like lava on the main body, the arms suddenly expanded, the muscles bulged like dragons, the battle patterns slithered like living snakes, and Xiang Yu's true blood boiled and roared in the meridians!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

His fists pounded like drums to the heavens, the dark gold fist energy clashing wildly with the spear light, each strike exploding into a ring of air waves that shook the clouds for miles around!
However.
"boom!!!"

The war spear descended like divine punishment, piercing through the fist's energy with a single strike.

The spear tip pierced the chest of the demon tree clone, blasting open a bloody hole more than ten feet long!
"Pfft!!"

Green blood gushed out like a waterfall, and the demonic tree's thousand-foot-tall trunk staggered backward.

Each step shattered the mountains, the earth surged like waves, and scorching magma spewed from the cracks!
"Medicine! Skin regeneration!!"

Zhao Wuji retreated swiftly, his hand seals flashing like lightning.

A celestial azure light descended like a celestial river, and the flesh buds at the wound site of the demon tree clone writhed wildly. Dark golden true blood flowed like molten lava, and in an instant, flesh and blood regenerated, and the wound was completely healed! "What?!"

Yan Haoyang's face twisted in horror as he exchanged a glance with Shi Xingyao, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes!

"Just how many tricks does this damn guy have up his sleeve?!"

The two gritted their teeth and made hand seals again, causing the war spear to roar and tremble, but the blood patterns on the spear shaft had already dimmed by three-tenths.

After continuously activating the immortal treasures, their nascent soul power was nearly exhausted!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Both of them simultaneously coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, their faces turning ashen white.

Shi Xingyao roared ferociously, "Die!!"

The spear was raised again, its tip gleaming with blood, ready to deliver a fatal blow!
"Stubborn!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned cold, and with a sudden flick of his sleeve, the spiritual energy within the Pot Heaven Space poured into his body like a raging sea!
"boom!!"

Within his dantian, the three golden cores shone brightly!
The three dantians resonated, and the spiritual power erupted like a volcano, causing the surrounding void to distort and tremble!
"Zheng!!"

The Thunderclap Spear flew from his hand, roaring like a thunder dragon as it charged towards the battle spear.

Wherever it passed, the void shattered like a mirror, leaving a long, dark crack thousands of feet long. Purple lightning crackled around it like an angry dragon, colliding violently with the war spear!

The Thunderclap Spear's nine lightning patterns spun rapidly like coiled bullets, each rotation unleashing blinding flashes of lightning!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Nine bolts of lightning exploded in succession, each more violent than the last!
The first bolt of lightning struck, dimming the crimson light of the battle spear.

The third thunderous strike caused the gun to tremble violently, and Yan Haoyang and his companion both groaned in unison.

The sixth bolt of lightning exploded, and the battle spear was actually blasted back dozens of feet!
Then came the ninth bolt of lightning.
"clang!!!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the heavens.

At the moment of collision, blinding lightning and blood-red light exploded like the sun, and a violent shockwave swept out, causing the clouds within a ten-mile radius to collapse and the mountains to crumble!

The spear retreated several dozen feet, its tip splattered with blood!
"Pfft! Pfft!"

Yan Haoyang and Shi Xingyao coughed up blood at the same time, staggered back, their faces ashen, yet they still roared ferociously. Suddenly, their brows split open, and two nascent souls transformed into dazzling golden light that shot out into the sky!

"Zheng!!"

The spear's spiritual power surged, its tassel dancing wildly like an angry dragon, spewing out turbid tribulation light from the tassel woven from countless dragon whiskers!
Numerous phantom images of dragon souls roared out from the spear, and the bloodthirsty killing intent solidified into a substance, forming a hundred-foot-long blood-red vortex at the spear tip, twisting and cracking the void wherever it passed!
"Crack!"

The thunder dragon roared and dissipated, the Thunder Spear flew back, its spiritual light dimmed, and the thunder patterns flickered erratically.

"Pray for sunshine! Give birth to light!!"

Zhao Wuji's expression changed slightly, and his hands formed a hand seal as fast as lightning.

The Thunderclap Spear suddenly burst forth with blinding white light, like the sun exploding, its magnificent power illuminating all directions, blinding Yan Haoyang and his companion, leaving them in a ghastly white state!
"Roar!!"

Taking advantage of this brief moment, the demon tree clone roared wildly, its sound waves exploding like thunder, causing the clouds within a ten-mile radius to collapse!

Under the horrified gazes of thousands of disciples of the Immortal Martial Sect, the thousand-foot-tall tree trunk descended like an ancient demon god, causing the earth to tremble with every step it took.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The giant foot landed like a pillar of heaven collapsing, the hill was crushed into dust like mud balls, and the rubble surged into the sky like a torrential rain!

Dark gold demonic patterns surged like lava on the main trunk of the demon tree, the pierced wound writhed wildly, and the fleshy buds intertwined like dragons and snakes, healing completely in an instant.

Dark gold blood surged beneath his skin, radiating scorching heat that distorted the surrounding air, and the heat wave swept in all directions like a tidal wave!
"boom!!"

It suddenly strode forward, causing the earth to surge like a raging sea, and its thousand-foot-tall tree trunk unleashed the full power of Xiang Yu's battle body!

The dark gold patterns slithered across its entire body like living snakes, each pattern seemingly echoing the roar of a thousand horses, its domineering and fierce power sweeping across the heavens and earth.

Its thick arms were muscular and knotted like a dragon.

The dark gold battle patterns on the skin's surface burst forth with dazzling golden light, as if cast from divine iron, indestructible!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The giant fist collided violently with the thrusting spear, sparks raining down like a galaxy. Each strike cracked the void, and shockwaves exploded like raging waves!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The mountaintop pavilions were torn apart like pieces of paper during the frenzied clash between the two, exploding into a shower of wood chips in mid-air!
The base of the mountain-protecting array was shattered by the thousand-foot-tall demon tree clone, and spiritual light burst forth like fireworks, causing the array patterns to crumble inch by inch!
The shockwave swept across, crushing dozens of fleeing disciples into a bloody mist like ants, their bodies and souls annihilated before they could even scream!

"What kind of monster is this?!"

One elder collapsed to the ground, his Dao heart nearly broken, his crotch soaked with sweat.

Despite the overwhelming power of the spear, the blood branches of the demon tree's clone broke off one after another, and green blood gushed out like a torrential rain.

However, the power of Xiang Yu's battle body unleashed by the demon tree clone forcefully stopped the battle spear in mid-air!

"Crack!!"

Its giant hand suddenly closed, its five fingers like collapsing pillars of heaven, and it actually gripped the tip of the war spear tightly!
The nine dragon souls wrapped around the spear tip roared and struggled, but were scorched by the dark gold battle patterns like lava, shattering inch by inch, and finally exploding into a sky full of blood mist with a "bang"!
"what?!"

Yan Haoyang and Shi Xingyao were horrified and almost in despair. They never expected that this terrifying tree demon could actually hold the Immortal-Slaying Spear with its bare hands!
"They can't hold out much longer!"

Zhao Wuji's double pupils swirled, and he saw through Yan Haoyang and the other man's disordered auras at a glance, their nascent soul essence and blood between their brows nearly exhausted!

He moved like lightning, and the Thunderclap Spear thrust out once more, its tip crackling with purple lightning like an angry dragon roaring!

At the same time, the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade emitting a bone-chilling cold that froze the air and caused ice crystals to spread wherever it passed!

"boom!!"

Spears and swords clashed, lightning and ice mingled, transforming into a thousand-foot-long giant blade of ice and lightning!
The moment the giant blade struck, the void shattered like a mirror, leaving a black crack hundreds of feet long!

Ice blades guide lightning, and lightning amplifies the chilling power!
Blinding lightning refracted through the ice crystals, transforming into thousands of dancing electric snakes, each carrying a chilling killing intent that could freeze one's soul!
"clang!!!"

The ice-lightning giant blade and the war spear collided violently, creating a circular shockwave that shattered the clouds for miles around like a raging sea!
"Pfft! Pfft!"

Yan Haoyang and his companion retreated with muffled groans, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. Their battle spears trembled violently, and the blood-red light on the spear shafts visibly dimmed by three-tenths!

"Now! Swallow!!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal, and a vertical pupil suddenly split open between his brows!
The second core of the divine sense, the Blood Sword, burst forth with dazzling blood light, while the fifth core of the divine sense, the Eye of Heaven, spun like a galaxy!
"boom!!"

A terrifying suction force erupted, forming a distorted vortex in the void. The turbid evil energy wrapped around the battle spear was forcibly pulled out in dozens of streams of turbid black energy, like rivers flowing into the sea!
The black energy struggled like a vicious dragon, but it crumbled inch by inch under the suppression of the Eye of Heaven, eventually turning into wisps of turbid water that were completely devoured by the Blood Sword's divine sense!
"not good!!"

Shi Xingyao screamed in terror, his gun trembled and went out of control, its power greatly diminished!

In the blink of an eye.
"laugh!!"

The Soul-Splitting Frost Sword, like a frost dragon emerging from the abyss, pierced through Shi Xingyao's chest with a single strike!

"Crack! Click!"

The chill spread instantly, freezing Shi Xingyao's body into an ice sculpture, with frost forming around his seven orifices!

As soon as the nascent soul escaped, it was immediately bound by the Soul-Chasing Technique, which transformed into invisible shackles and imprisoned it like a net from heaven and earth!
"what!!"

Shi Xingyao's nascent soul emitted a shrill shriek, and dazzling golden light burst forth from its seven orifices. The power of his nascent soul erupted like a raging sea!
The tiny nascent soul, barely an inch in size, had a contorted face, frantically forming hand seals. A vertical pupil suddenly split open between its brows, unleashing an astonishing surge of primordial spirit energy.

"Break for me!!"

The nascent soul roared, and nine blood-red runes appeared around its body. Each rune burned with its life essence and transformed into nine blood dragons that tore at the golden chains.

The void trembled, and the chains snapped and cracked, with several being forcibly broken!
"sucker Punch."

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his left hand formed a hand seal as if a pillar of heaven were collapsing.

"Penetrating the Netherworld and Capturing the Soul! The Six Paths of Reincarnation!"

A vertical pupil suddenly split open in his palm, the skin and flesh curling up like flower petals to reveal a dazzling golden light inside!
The vertical pupils blazed with golden light, and six phantom images of great suns appeared deep within the pupils.

The sun shines brightly in the heavens.

The sun of humanity is crimson like blood.

The Asura realm is shrouded in a blinding crimson sun.

The animal realm is a vast, dark, and verdant place.

The hungry ghost realm is turbid, yellow, and filthy.

The hell realm is pitch black, like ink.

As the six realms of reincarnation turned, the void twisted and trembled, and a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, like the Yellow Springs of the Netherworld being swept back!

"Refining!"

"boom!!"

Hundreds of chains suddenly tightened, and tadpole-shaped runes moved like living creatures, frantically drilling into the seven orifices of the nascent soul.

Shi Xingyao's nascent soul let out a scream that was not human, and spiderweb-like golden patterns appeared all over his body. Each pattern was like a branding iron, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

"No! You can't!"

The nascent soul's scream abruptly stopped.

"Swallow the soul!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his mouth, his throat as deep as a black hole.

"Whoosh!"

The nascent soul bound by chains was dragged into the bottomless abyss like a meteor falling into the abyss!
In an instant, the blood moon spun in his pupils, and a monstrous wave surged within his sea of ​​consciousness.

The six core divine senses hung in the sky like the sun, enveloping the struggling nascent soul within them.

"Crack! Click!"

The nascent soul was crushed inch by inch like a candy bean, transforming into the purest nourishment for the primordial spirit, replenishing his battle consumption and even greatly benefiting him.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Immortal Martial Sect has become nothing more than a snack to accompany drinks.

"Ancestor!!"

Yan Haoyang's eyes were bloodshot as he watched helplessly as the war spear went out of control and was tightly entangled by the thousands of blood branches of the demon tree's clones. He was completely powerless to stop it.

"ended."

Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his hand and summoned someone.

Boom! !
The Thunder Spear roared like an enraged dragon.

A single shot pierced Yan Haoyang's forehead.

"boom!!"

Lightning raged, and Yan Haoyang's body shattered like porcelain, exploding into a cloud of blood mist!
"Do not!!"

A blinding beam of blood-red light shot out from the shattered skull—it was Yan Haoyang's nascent soul!
The nascent soul's face was contorted, its body burning with crimson light, and it retreated a thousand feet in an instant!

However.
"Buzz buzz!!"

The demon tree's countless blood-red branches had already sealed off all directions, each branch entwined with the demonic sounds of the six desires.

As the sound waves reverberated, ripples spread across the void like the surface of water!

"what!!"

Yan Haoyang's nascent soul let out a miserable cry, and his escape light flickered like a candle in the wind.

"Photography!"

Zhao Wuji's figure appeared like a ghost, his right hand forming a hand seal as fast as lightning.

"what!!"

Yan Haoyang's nascent soul's face was contorted, and golden light spots overflowed from its seven orifices, a sign that his soul had been forcibly extracted!

"Wait! I am willing to offer up everything within the sect."

Yan Haoyang's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end.

"I can take it myself!"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly from beneath his hood, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his left hand clenched suddenly!
"Crack!"

The Soul-Chasing Chains tightened suddenly, actually pulling that semi-transparent soul out of the Nascent Soul!
At the same time, his right hand made a hand seal as fast as lightning, and his eyes shone with golden light!
"Soul Seal! Spirit Refinement!"

"Whoosh!"

Yan Haoyang's soul was drawn into his eyes like smoke and mist.

A massive amount of memories exploded in Zhao Wuji's mind.

The location of the Immortal Martial Sect's secret vault, the key techniques of the sect's martial arts cultivation, the secrets of the sect leaders throughout history, and the origin of the Immortal-Slaying Spear.
The withered nascent soul was then swept away by Zhao Wuji's sleeve and sent directly to the hideous maw of the demon tree clone!

"Roar!"

The demon tree's clone, Xiang Yu's true head, glared angrily, its massive mouth opening like an abyss, and swallowed the nascent soul whole!

"Gudong!"

The swallowing sound was like a muffled thunderclap, and the immense spiritual power contained within the nascent soul instantly caused the dark gold patterns on the main trunk of the demon tree to surge by three points!
next moment!
The giant palm of the demon tree's clone slammed down like the sky collapsing, its fierce palm wind crushing the main peak below into dust.

The remaining disciples stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as the gnarled roots of the thousand-foot-tall demonic tree overturned the earth's veins.

The ancient Xianwumen mountain gate, which had been passed down for thousands of years, collapsed into an abyss amidst a deafening roar.

Zhao Wuji, his black robes fluttering, stood atop the treetop, where thunderbolts and fire poured forth like a waterfall wherever his Thunderbolt Spear pointed.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Immortal Martial Sect, one of the four dominant forces in Southern Chu Prefecture, was wiped out.

Zhao Wuji exhaled, rubbed his temples to feel the strain on his mind, and looked at the fifth-level spiritual vein shrouded in spiritual energy beneath the vast Immortal Martial Sect. A smile appeared on his face.

"The causes of the past are the results of today! I have come to reap the harvest."

(End of this chapter)