The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

After the bell tolled, Blood Asura plummeted to the ground, and before he even hit the ground, his body turned to ashes and vanished into the world.

With the demise of the Blood Asura, the black lotus that sealed the sky also disintegrated on its own in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, in a grand hall in the Asura Valley, a huge golden soul lamp suddenly went out.

The person guarding the soul lamp was terrified. He even rubbed his eyes. After confirming that the soul lamp had indeed gone out, he scrambled out of the main hall.

In just over ten breaths, four rainbow lights shot out from the Asura Valley...

Below Blood Spirit Cliff, Qin Yangjun's condition was no better.

Qin Yangjun could feel that the moment the Ghost God Bell was activated, the power of the Golden Crow in his blood began to collide with that death energy.

An indescribable pain surged to his forehead.

Qin Yangjun gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead. The golden veins of the Dragon Elephant Sky-Breaking Technique appeared and disappeared on his body, and two auras, one gold and one black, intertwined around him.

Qin Yangjun could feel his body and soul being torn apart by these two forces of yin and yang. If his physical strength had not reached the first level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, he would probably have exploded and died by now.

Qin Yangjun didn't know how long he could hold out, as these two forces showed no signs of fading away.

Ming was trying his best to restrain his power, but the problem remained the same: Qin Yangjun's cultivation level was too low.

It was just a child swinging a large axe, and now he's injured himself. He's lucky he didn't die instantly.

Even if Ming had restrained eighty percent of his power, the remaining twenty percent would still be enough to kill Qin Yangjun.

As the excruciating pain intensified, Qin Yangjun's consciousness began to gradually fade.

In a daze, he seemed to see the two figures from his dream again, a man and a woman, dressed in luxurious clothes and surrounded by an aura of royalty.

Qin Yangjun discovered that he was still an infant.

This time, however, there were two more people with them.

It was still a man and a woman, not very old, but you could inexplicably feel a sense of closeness from their bloodline.

The little boy spoke first:

"Is this my little brother? He's so tiny. Haha—his swaddling clothes look so comfortable... I'm so sleepy."

The little boy was drowsy and looked exhausted.

The little girl next to her blinked her big eyes.

"Hmm—it looks wrinkled and unattractive..."

However, before the little girl could finish speaking, she suddenly hesitated for a moment, and at that moment, her entire demeanor changed, becoming extremely dangerous.

"Hehe... What a tiny little guy! Is this my little brother? Big sister brought you a present!!"

Suddenly, a huge snake was pulled out by her small hand, and in an instant, chaos erupted around them.

Perhaps it was because of these memories, but Qin Yangjun actually felt the pain in his body gradually subsiding...

Qin Yangjun suddenly felt much more relaxed.

What Qin Yangjun didn't know was that the two golden dragons surrounding him actually began to circle around him on their own.

Meanwhile, the two streams of power within Qin Yangjun's body were being drawn away from each other by the two golden dragons.

The originally turbulent spiritual energy was gradually suppressed.

At the same time, the golden dragon's body, having absorbed both yin and yang energies, began to gradually change.

One head was surrounded by white light, as if it had transformed into a great sun shining down, faintly exuding a sense of holiness, while the other head was surrounded by black mist, which had transformed into a black dragon, with an endless yin energy emanating from its body.

"This is......"

The situation with the two dragons surprised Ming somewhat. Then, as if it had remembered something, it muttered to itself:

"I almost forgot, he has the Great Evolution Immortal Body... His techniques evolve on their own... It really is as exaggerated as described in ancient texts. No wonder this physique is called an unparalleled body..."

As soon as Ming finished speaking, the black and white dragons completely calmed the two forces on Qin Yangjun's body and then disappeared into Qin Yangjun's body on their own.

The excruciating pain that penetrated to the very soul vanished, and Qin Yangjun plummeted to the ground from mid-air.

Meanwhile, the Golden Crow Banner that was protecting Li Mohai and Changsun Youyou also entered Qin Yangjun's body on its own.

At the same time, Li Mohai stared blankly at the spot where Qin Yangjun had fallen.

He was awakened by the aftershocks of the battle, and upon waking, he saw and heard that soul-stirring bell tolling.

Then he saw the Blood Asura fall to the ground and turn into ashes.

He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

Blood Asura died just like that?

He didn't see the Ghost Bell, but he was certain that this was Qin Yangjun's hidden method.

It seems I made the right choice in bringing him here, otherwise he really would have died here.

But he knew that with Blood Asura dead, the Asura Palace would surely receive the news, and if they didn't leave quickly, they would really perish here.

So he tried to stand up, but unfortunately, although he blocked Blood Asura's spear with his magic weapon, it still caused him considerable injury. At least several of his ribs were broken, and he was also corroded by Blood Asura's blood energy.

Even if he returned to Holy Spirit Mountain, he would be bedridden for ten days or eight months at a time.

However, fate was on his side. Just as he was anxiously trying to get up and take Qin Yangjun and Changsun Youyou away, a white rainbow streaked across the sky and transformed into the appearance of Zhao Li.

At this moment, Zhao Li was also in a sorry state, with blood seeping from all the large and small wounds on his body, but fortunately there were no fatal wounds.

He was also taken aback when he realized that the Blood Asura's aura had disappeared.

"Uncle Zhao, stop looking. Blood Asura is dead. Quick, take us away first."

"Dead...dead?"

Zhao Li looked on incredulously.

The Overlord Sect has a close relationship with Holy Spirit Mountain, and Li Mohai cannot die here.

Qin Yangjun is Mu Xianxian's younger brother. If Qin Yangjun dies here, Mu Xianxian might first storm the Asura Palace and then go to their Holy Spirit Mountain to demand justice.

They weren't afraid before, but now that Mu Xianxian has broken through to the ninth level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, a cultivator of this level alone can stir up trouble in both continents.

Therefore, Qin Yangjun cannot die here, or at least cannot die before him.

However, what Li Mohai said was something he hadn't expected.

The Blood Asura's Black Lotus of Demonic Blood, once inside his body, could restore his strength to at least the third level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm. Even at his peak, he was no match for him.

But now, Li Mohai is telling him that Blood Asura is dead?

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Zhao Li stood there, stunned, his heart filled with turmoil.

Seeing Zhao Li standing there in a daze, Li Mohai was both angry and anxious. What kind of time is this to be spacing out?

He clutched his chest, bracing himself, and shouted with all his might.

"Uncle Zhao!!! Don't just stand there!!! Once the people from the Asura Palace arrive, we won't be able to leave!!!"

Because he spoke too quickly, Li Mohai aggravated his wound and spat out several mouthfuls of blood again.

"Oh oh oh!!! Okay, okay!!"

Zhao Li's thoughts were brought back to the present, and he immediately threw out a small boat, which instantly expanded.

He used his spiritual power to lift Li Mohai and Changsun Youyou onto the celestial boat.

"Lord Qin Yang...Lord Qin Yang is still down there...Quickly..."

After saying this, Li Mohai fainted again, and Zhao Li found Qin Yangjun among a pile of rubble and bones.

However, just as he was about to touch Qin Yangjun, a dragon's roar suddenly rang out from Qin Yangjun's body.

Two terrifying pressures descended instantly, even causing him, a cultivator undergoing tribulation, to stagger.

"Dragon's Might?! But... what are those black and white things?"

Zhao Li frowned. He had sensed this aura before. Hundreds of years ago, he had also descended into the Deep Sea Dragon Tomb and felt this oppressive power above the dragon's aura.

But Qin Yangjun in front of me is clearly human, so why does he carry the pressure of the dragon race? Could this be what he encountered in the deep-sea dragon tomb?

But what are these two contrasting auras, one black and one white?

He soon thought of a possibility.

Perhaps this was a special method left to him by his sister, Mu Xianxian.

Zhao Li thought about it more and more and it seemed very likely. Everyone knew that Mu Xianxian cared deeply for her younger brother, and that her brother had shown remarkable talent and ambition over the past two years.

Mu Xianxian must know the saying, "The tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind."

Therefore, it is perfectly normal to leave a backup plan for her.

If this force were coming from Mu Xianxian, it would be perfectly normal for her to feel wary.

Thinking of this, he looked at Qin Yangjun, and the aura he had been exuding disappeared.

This relieved him; thankfully, the damage had subsided. Otherwise, he would have had to forcefully break the spell, which might have caused some harm to Qin Yangjun, something he didn't want to see.

He then escorted Qin Yangjun onto the immortal boat.

After everyone had boarded the celestial vessel, Zhao Li propelled it forward.

An array appeared on the immortal ship, and a huge spatial rift suddenly opened. The immortal ship then transformed into a beam of light and entered the rift.

Not long after the celestial boat flew away, four beams of light descended upon the wooden bridge at the entrance to the desolate graveyard.

They transformed into four people; three of them wore armor, and one wore a long robe with gold and black stripes.

These people exuded a murderous aura, with the one in the gold and black robe possessing the strongest aura. He stood at the front and seemed to be the leader of the three.

The moment they appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

After arriving at the wooden bridge, the four people did not rush to enter the desolate graveyard.

They gazed at the boundless wilderness, and none of them took a step forward.

About a dozen breaths later, a gust of wind blew from the direction of the desolate grave. This wind was different from the ordinary wind; it was unusually hot and carried a rotten smell.

When the wind blows, the flowers and plants on the ground wither and die in an instant.