Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 62 One of the Four Heavenly Flames, Netherworld Ghost Flame!

"As expected, none of these primordial beings who have made a name for themselves in the prehistoric world are easy to deal with!"

Having regained his footing, Chen Jing thought to himself.

Holding the Qiankun Ruler in his hand, and looking at Chen Jing standing there, Randeng's face still had a murderous look on it.

However, he was quite shocked.

Just now, after Chen Jing's successful sneak attack, Randeng, in a fit of rage, launched a powerful attack. Even if he didn't use his full strength, it was at least 60 or 70 percent of his power.

However, it only made this disciple of the Jie Sect take a few steps back. More importantly, he could clearly feel that Chen Jing did not use any magic power.

With sheer physical strength, he sent his Qiankun Ruler flying back.

Randeng had some knowledge of the Taoist path of cultivation, and in his opinion, since Chen Jing claimed to be a disciple of the Jie Sect, he should be practicing the Shangqing Taoist method.

However, after this collision, he was somewhat puzzled. When did such a freak emerge in the Jie Sect? His physical body was no weaker than that of the Wu Clan.

However, Ran Deng was only somewhat surprised by Chen Jing's powerful physical body.

Looking at his bloodied hands, he felt his anger wouldn't be released by this attack.

"Kid, go to hell."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Qiankun Ruler in Ran Deng's hand flew into the air again, and then, with an aura of world destruction, it slammed down fiercely towards Chen Jing.

Seeing the power of the Qiankun Ruler, Chen Jing no longer tried to withstand it with his physical body.

His attack just now was merely a test to see if his physical body could withstand the attack of a peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

After Chen Jing poured all his magical power into the Iron Cudgel, a dark black light appeared around it, and a profound Daoist aura emanated from his body.

With just one strike, Chen Jing witnessed the formidable strength of Ran Deng. Although this man was rather shameless, his strength was still considerable.

The iron rod in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, heading towards the rapidly descending Qiankun Ruler.

"boom!"

As soon as the two innate spiritual treasures made contact in mid-air, blinding beams of light appeared, illuminating the dim place as if it were daytime.

Then, a violent explosion occurred, as if dozens of nuclear weapons had been detonated simultaneously.

The terrifying blast wave instantly destroyed everything around the two of them, and towering peaks collapsed as if they had been cut in half.

With this attack, Chen Jing and Daoist Randeng were both sent flying backward, and the two innate spiritual treasures returned to their hands.

Steadying himself, Chen Jing suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Although he didn't gain any advantage from that attack, he didn't suffer any significant loss either.

With his physical body after the fifth level of Xuan Gong and his magic power at the late stage of Daluo Golden Immortal, he withstood the attack of the peak Daluo Daoist, Ran Deng.

Ran Deng stood there, his face growing increasingly cold. In his mind, he was facing a disciple of the Jie Sect who was at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Even if Chen Jing gained an advantage due to carelessness, once I took him seriously, I should have been able to defeat him in no time.

The Great Luo Golden Immortal realm is a vast chasm, and he has already cultivated for a million years at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

His accumulated experience was incredibly profound, allowing him to fight to a standstill against someone in the late stages of the Great Luo realm.

Looking at Chen Jing's smiling face, that smile seemed so glaring to Randeng.

At the same time, they gained a deeper understanding of Chen Jing's physical body.

What kind of physical body could enable a late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal to contend with someone at the peak of the Grand Luo realm like him?

Burning Lamp was filled with curiosity. He had been at the peak of the Great Luo realm for too long, and even though his primordial spirit and magical power were more profound, his strength had not improved much.

Chen Jing's physical body showed him another way to improve his strength.

Having made up his mind, Randeng no longer hesitated; he was determined to obtain both the spiked spiritual treasure and Chen Jing's body-refining technique.

Ran Deng also realized that it was no longer feasible to simply crush Chen Jing with his cultivation level.

Suddenly, a lamp appeared on the head of the lamp-bearer, with a ball of burning gray flame inside.

The flames emanated a deathly, extinguished aura. Upon seeing this, Chen Jing's expression tightened, knowing that Ran Deng was likely going to fight desperately.

Although this was the first time Chen Jing had seen the lamp on Ran Deng's head, he had long admired its reputation.

In the primordial world, there are four innate spiritual lamps: the Lotus Lamp, the Jade Void Glazed Lamp, the Eight Scenery Palace Lamp, and this Spirit Pivot Lamp.

As the first coffin to take human form in the primordial world, the Burning Lamp was his innate treasure.

The power of this Ling Shu Lamp lies in the gray flame inside it.

This fire is called the Ghost Fire of the Underworld. As the name suggests, it is said that this fire can directly connect to the underworld and has the ability to reveal the life scenes of the deceased.

Chen Jing had never witnessed this before, but he could sense the terrifying power of the gray flame.

If one were to be killed by these Netherworld Ghost Fires, their very soul would likely be burned to ashes, leaving no chance for reincarnation.

Seeing the fear on Chen Jing's face, Randeng's angry face twisted into a wicked smile, and he said viciously.

"Now that you're scared, obediently hand over all your spiritual treasures and your body-refining technique, and I might consider sparing your life."

Chen Jing looked at the smug look on Randeng's face, a slight upturn of his lips revealing a playful smile, and glanced up.

Then he said, "Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, wake up! It's not good to dream in broad daylight."

After summoning the Spirit Pivot Lamp, Randeng thought Chen Jing was afraid and was very pleased with himself.

But upon hearing those words, the distorted smile on his face vanished instantly, and his expression turned ashen.

Chen Jing's words were like adding fuel to the fire, igniting the anger in his heart.

"Hmph, still so arrogant even when death is imminent."

A roar came from the mouth of the lamp.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Ling Shu lamp on the head of the lamp flew into the sky.

Instantly, the gray flame inside the lamp burst open and poured towards Chen Jing.

As soon as the ghostly flames poured out from the Spirit Pivot Lamp, a sinister and eerie atmosphere filled the entire Yin Mountain!

Although it was a ball of flame, it didn't feel hot at all; instead, it gave people a cold feeling.

As one of the four famous heavenly fires in the world, the Netherworld Ghost Fire is an extremely yin fire, containing immense power.

Just as the flames rushed towards Chen Jing, his primordial spirit felt a chill.

With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Jing unleashed a beam of divine light, and a protective shield appeared around him.

Then, the laws of the Great Dao of Power appeared around him, and a mysterious and obscure aura emanated from his body.

Faced with the torrent of ghostly flames, Chen Jing ultimately dared not be careless.

With all his strength and magic power being frantically activated, a giant energy dragon emerged from the tip of the mixed iron rod.