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Chapter 188 Even though he was seriously injured, he would not give an inch!

Meng Yanqing's fist technique was fierce and domineering. Every punch he threw resonated with the blood and qi in his body, making his power seem inexhaustible and making him stronger the more he fought!

Not long after.

As the time spent being invaded by demonic energy increased, the last trace of spiritual consciousness of these two Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivators who were under control was wiped out by the black-robed elder, and in the blink of an eye, they were completely turned into puppets.

"Crack!"

"puff!"

In another hard-fought clash, a puppet's arm was smashed by Meng Yanqing's punch, which contained the power to melt the heavens and forge mountains. The broken bone pierced through the skin, revealing the white bone fragments, and black demonic blood sprayed out.

The other puppet was struck squarely in the chest by the force of the punch, its entire chest caved in, and it flew backward, crashing into the alchemy furnace with a piercing metallic clang.

The two Foundation Establishment puppets were already covered in wounds and their movements had become sluggish and stiff under Meng Yanqing's almost desperate head-on fighting style.

If not for being supported by demonic energy, they would have already completely lost their fighting ability.

"Trash! They're all trash!"

The black-robed elder was so angry that he trembled. He never expected that his two carefully controlled mid-Foundation Establishment puppets would be forced to such a state by a mere early-Foundation Establishment Body Cultivator!

This is an immense humiliation for him and for the Netherworld Demon Sect!
At this moment.

The murderous intent in the old man's eyes was no longer concealed.

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes; he knew he couldn't delay any longer.

As the energy within Luo Qianning's alchemy furnace became increasingly refined, it was clear that the pill was about to take shape!
If Luo Qianning were to refine it into a top-quality sixth-grade pill, then given the monstrous talent she has displayed, it would be highly likely that she would be favored by the secret realm will of the Xuan Dan True Person!

Once the will of the Xuan Dan True Person's secret realm intervenes, his plan to seize Luo Qianning's body will fail.

We must capture Luo Qianning immediately!
"Boy, you asked for this!"

The old man in black robes let out a sharp cry and finally decided to take action himself!

Within his withered body, a terrifying demonic energy, far more refined, cold, and evil than that of the two puppets, suddenly awakened like a ferocious beast that had slumbered for millennia!
He ignored the two nearly crippled puppets, and with a swift movement, like a gray ghost, carrying a chilling wind and a nauseating stench, he pounced directly on Meng Yanqing!
Although the person had not yet arrived, a withered hand wrapped in dark demonic energy, carrying the terrifying power to corrode the soul and devour life, fiercely grabbed down at Meng Yanqing's crown!
Ghostly Claws of the Underworld!

This claw strike contained the terrifying cultivation level of the black-robed elder in the late stage of Foundation Establishment and the vicious characteristics of the Netherworld Demon Art.

The power of this claw was far beyond what those two puppets could match!
Where the claw-like wind passed, even the air seemed to freeze, emitting a faint cracking sound.

Meng Yanqing instantly felt a deadly sense of crisis engulf her entire body, and her hair stood on end!

Without hesitation, he abandoned the pursuit of the two puppets, frantically channeling his inner energy into his fists, the pale golden light blazing to its peak, preparing to take the old demon's furious blow head-on!
And at this critical moment.

Luo Qianning, who had been completely focused on the alchemy furnace, seemed to be affected by the intense energy fluctuations from the outside world and the old demon's undisguised killing intent.

The alchemy furnace in front of him suddenly trembled, and the swirling spiritual light inside became extremely unstable, as if it might follow in the footsteps of the Crimson Sun Alchemist at any moment!
Meng Yanqing had just severely injured two Foundation Establishment puppets in a fight against two opponents, and his strength had not yet recovered when the black-robed old man's fatal blow, delivered in anger, was already upon his head!
The ghostly claws exuded a chilling, filthy aura of demonic energy, their five fingers like hooks.

Before they even exchanged blows, the fierce claw winds and the malice that eroded his soul had already made Meng Yanqing's scalp tingle, and his blood and qi froze for a moment.

Meng Yanqing could sense the black-robed old man's cultivation level.

Late stage of Foundation Establishment. There was an insurmountable gap in cultivation level between him and the old man in black robes.

Faced with the black-robed elder's murderous attack in a fit of rage.

Meng Yanqing glanced back at Luo Qianning, who was at a crucial moment in the formation of her core.

Since he had promised to protect the other party, he would never go back on his word!

It's just the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

His father once withstood a full-force attack from a Golden Core cultivator while still in the Foundation Establishment stage.

There was no way to avoid it, and nowhere to retreat!

Then we'll advance instead of retreating!

"Roar!"

Meng Yanqing's eyes were bloodshot, and a low roar, like that of a wounded beast, burst from his throat!
He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the churning blood and qi in his body caused by the continuous hard impact, as well as some hidden injuries. The "Furnace Sutra" was pushed to the limit that he could bear!

The pale golden aura around his body no longer merely covered his surface, but rose up like a tangible flame, making him appear like a burning golden war god!

Meng Yanqing unleashed both fists simultaneously, without any fancy moves, pouring all his strength and will, as well as the three styles of the Great Sun Furnace Fist, into this single strike!
Golden and red light intertwined on his fists, as if he were grasping two miniature suns, and he fiercely met the ghostly claws that were grabbing down from the sky!
Fists and claws clashed!

"boom!"

The power of this collision was far greater than that of the previous battles with the puppets!

A visible ring-shaped shockwave, mixed with golden blood energy and pitch-black demonic energy, spread out from the point of the two's confrontation!
The bronze bricks paving the ground shattered inch by inch, were swept into the sky, and then crushed into dust by terrifying energy!

Meng Yanqing felt a chilling, bone-chilling, and highly corrosive terrifying force surge wildly into her body along her arms like a tidal wave!

His powerful physique, which was strong enough to withstand the spells of the early Foundation Establishment stage, groaned in unbearable strain in the face of this absolute power difference!
"puff!"

He could no longer suppress it, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed out. His body staggered backward like a kite with a broken string.

Each step left a deep footprint on the ground until his back slammed heavily against Luo Qianning's alchemy furnace, producing a dull thud, before he finally came to a stop.

The sleeves of his arms were torn to shreds, revealing the skin beneath, which was covered with bluish-black marks left by the erosion of demonic energy. His arms trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if the bones were about to crack.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing became erratic, and his face was as pale as paper.

The difference is too big!
Late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he achieved this after cultivating for decades and possessing countless bodies.

Such a person is far beyond what Meng Yanqing, with her current physical cultivation at the Yi Jin realm of the Furnace Scripture, can directly contend with.

only.

Even though he was seriously injured, Meng Yanqing's eyes remained as firm as iron!
Meng Yanqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, forcibly steadied her trembling legs, straightened her spine again, and stood firmly like a nail in front of Luo Qianning and the alchemy furnace, not giving an inch!

Those eyes, burning with fighting spirit and unyielding will, were fixed on the black-robed old man in front of him.

(End of this chapter)