Reborn as a Snake: Many Children, Many Blessings, Only I, the Green Snake Immortal

Six elixirs floated in the alchemy furnace, and through the dazzling celestial light, the figure of the woman beneath the light could be clearly seen.

"Um?"

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow, noticing something amiss.

The elixir has taken human form...?

It doesn't seem that simple.

Before Xu Qing could even take the pill, killing intent pressed down from all four sides simultaneously.

Song Qingwu raised the Frostbite Sword, and dark red flames rose around the Blood Phoenix Trio. The bloodline aura of Luan Zhaoye and the other two also rapidly increased.

Zhao Ming stared at Xu Qing's back, the humiliating memories of the Taihang Mountains flashing before his eyes.

His palm pressed against the gold seal at his waist, and there was no longer the slightest hesitation on his face.

"Start printing."

Cheng Yuanli immediately led the remaining fourth-rank officials of the Great Qian Dynasty to disperse and occupy the four sides of the golden seal.

The one who acted even faster was the Green Corpse Taoist.

He formed a hand seal, and wisps of gray-black corpse energy emerged between his ten fingers.

The corpse mark under the neck of the corpse puppet next to him suddenly lit up, and the corpse patterns hidden deep in the flesh appeared one by one, and in the blink of an eye they covered his limbs and chest and abdomen.

Boom!

A dull rumble emanated from the corpse puppet's body.

The long-dormant flesh and blood swelled up again, the meridians bulged out like writhing dragons, and the spine and limbs roared with thunder.

A powerful aura belonging to a third-grade physical body suddenly arose, causing the figures of everyone nearby to sink, and even the slightly weaker fourth-grade cultivators experienced a brief moment of disorientation in their souls.

Gray-black patterns also appeared on the pale face of the Green Corpse Taoist, and his aura merged with that of the corpse puppet.

As the corpse puppet took a step forward, a large section of the array collapsed.

It raised its hand to grab Xu Qing, its gray fingers still in mid-air, the space beneath its palm already twisting inward.

The area covered by this palm strike was extremely wide, including both sides of the furnace opening and several powerful individuals who were trying to take the opportunity to bypass it.

The two nameless fourth-rank cultivators had only rushed a few feet when their protective magic power shattered, and their bodies exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

The corpse puppet's hand continued to fall, and everything in its path crumbled downwards.

This power has reached sixty or seventy percent of the strength of a third-grade cultivator, far surpassing the previous state when he charged around with his bare body.

A wisp of golden light appeared between Zhao Ming's brows.

A powerful imperial dragon aura surged into the golden seal in his hand.

The magical power of Cheng Yuanli and others also converged from all directions, causing the golden seal, originally the size of a palm, to swell in the wind, and the imperial dragon energy sealed within it was fully awakened.

A golden dragon shadow coiled around the altar, its head raised and its giant claws extended.

The golden dragon claw pressed down on the corpse puppet, its five fingers simultaneously covering the puppet's arm and the area where Xu Qing was located.

The Great Qian Dynasty not only wanted to prevent Xu Qing from entering the furnace, but it also could not allow the Green Corpse Daoist to block its way.

Two giant hands collided in mid-air.

The golden dragon shadow trembled violently, and the corpse puppet's downward arm paused for a moment.

The aftershocks of the collision swept across the altar, forcing back the few fourth-rank warriors who had just rushed in.

The faces of everyone in Daqian turned pale at the same time, and several cracks appeared under Cheng Yuanli's feet.

Their combined support of the Imperial Dragon Claw, which already possessed some of the power of a third-grade cultivator, was still insufficient to overcome the Corpse Puppet.

A phoenix cry followed immediately.

Feng Qingli, Feng Xuanzhen, and Feng Chixiao simultaneously activated their bloodlines.

The blood phoenix auras within the three bodies resonated with each other, and dark red flames soared into the sky, converging above to form a massive blood phoenix.

Feng Qingli raised her hand and pointed to the furnace opening. Feng Xuanzhen stabilized the surging power of her bloodline, and Feng Chixiao stepped forward, thrusting out with both palms.

The Blood Phoenix spread its wings and swooped down, its target not only being Xu Qing.

Wherever it passed, the imperial dragon energy trembled violently, and the gray-black corpse energy around the corpse puppet was scorched by the blood flames, leaving large holes.

The three of them combined were enough to suppress an ordinary fourth-rank official, but the cost was also very obvious.

For every zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) that Blood Phoenix moved forward, the flames on the three of them would dim a little.

On the other side, Song Qingwu held his sword with both hands.

He completely unleashed the reforged sword spirit, channeling all his sword intent into the Frostbite Sword.

The sword no longer emitted light, and the magic around the blade cracked on its own.

Song Qingwu unleashed a sword strike.

The sword light appeared for only a moment. It cut in from below the Imperial Dragon Shadow, slashing towards Xu Qing while also drawing in the dragon claw blocking its path.

The golden dragon shadow was cut by the sword light, leaving a long gash, and its massive body, which was perched on the array altar, was almost severed in two.

The golden seal in Zhao Ming's hand trembled violently, and he immediately spun the dragon claw and struck Song Qingwu.

After Song Qingwu finished the sword strike, the color drained from his face.

Using the remaining force of the sword light, he moved to the side, avoiding the dragon's claws, and did not continue to fight Da Qian head-on.

Three more ancient demonic energies rose from the other end of the altar.

Behind Luan Zhaoye, the shadow of a blue phoenix appeared; at the foot of Cang Chenyuan, black water transformed into a dragon; and behind Xiang Fushan, the true form of a white elephant stood.

The three ancestral blood forces pressed down on the furnace opening independently, only overlapping at the moment of impact.

The azure gale tore at the Blood Phoenix Divine Flame, the Black Water Great Flood Dragon collided with the Imperial Dragon Shadow, and the White Elephant True Form stepped down with its forelegs to meet the Corpse Puppet.

Several forces, far exceeding those of ordinary fourth-rank cultivators, completely filled the core altar.

They had just been working together to stop Xu Qing's attack, but in the blink of an eye they clashed.

An unnamed fourth-rank official tried to squeeze through the gap, but after taking only two steps, his body was torn apart by the residual force of the impact.

The protective magic weapon summoned by the other person shattered along with his chest, and the dissipated blood energy and fortune of the two were immediately swept away by the immortal furnace.

The opportunity within the furnace remained completely unaffected.

Mei Zhihan looked at the nearly collapsed array altar and retreated again.

He retreated until he reached the edge of the blazing fire before stopping, completely leaving the place where all forces converged.

In the center of the chaos, Xu Qing glanced back.

Sang Qianhua and Su Qingqian were still outside the furnace opening.

The giant palm of the corpse puppet pressed down on the front, while the Imperial Dragon Claw, the Blood Phoenix Divine Flame, and the Lishan Sword Light were also rapidly approaching.

If he were to step into the furnace alone, the two women would immediately be separated by several forces.

Xu Qing stopped walking and turned to face the corpse puppet.

A gentle divine light emanated from his body, protecting the three of them together.

Sang Qianhua spread her hands outwards, and silver-white silkworm silk spread throughout the surrounding space.

The silk threads avoided the giant palm of the corpse puppet and instead wrapped around the magical artifacts and demonic power pressing down from the side, constantly diverting the attacks that were originally focused on Xu Qing.

Behind Su Qingqian, the three-headed, six-armed white lotus Dharma image fully manifested.

The three faces of compassion, mercy, and wrathful Vajra opened their eyes simultaneously, and the six arms formed different mudras.

The innate Yin essence surged out along the Dharma image's arm, and wherever it passed, the surging magical power seemed to be frozen by the cold, and its flow suddenly slowed down.

The connection of magical power between Cheng Yuanli and others was slowed down first, and the phantom of the Blood Phoenix also swayed at that moment.

Su Qingqian's face quickly turned pale, and her six arms trembled slightly. She could only disrupt these forces and could not withstand any of them head-on.

The giant hand of the corpse puppet had already reached Xu Qing's head.

A phantom image of a large mountain appeared behind Xu Qing.

The immense weight of the mountains pressed down upon his body.

He raised his arms, revealing the blue scales beneath his skin, and supported the corpse puppet's hands.

boom!

The hundred-foot-long array beneath Xu Qing's feet simultaneously sank.

The protective divine light formed by the divine light vibrated violently, and the outermost layer was pressed into large cracks by the force of the palm.

Xu Qing lowered his arms, and several blue scales on his shoulders shattered, blood flowing down his arms!

He retreated three steps in succession, each step shattering the altar into pieces!

At the same time, the force of carrying the mountain also burst upwards, finally supporting the palm that was constantly pressing down, preventing it from getting any closer to Sang Qianhua and Su Qingqian!

The gray-black lines between the eyebrows of the Green Corpse Taoist deepened, and his ten fingers tightened again.

The corpse puppet's arm suddenly increased its strength, and the mountain phantom behind Xu Qing emitted a rumbling sound as it could not bear the weight.

At that moment, the golden dragon claw struck from the side.

Daqian will not shield Xu Qing from the corpse puppet, nor will it give up the best opportunity before it.

The phantom of the Blood Phoenix followed closely behind the dragon claw as it swooped down, while Song Qingwu's second sword light also approached from another direction.

The ancestral blood true forms of Luan Zhaoye and the other two were used to suppress the area around the furnace opening, preventing anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to cross the battle circle.

Xu Qing suddenly released the corpse puppet's hand.

The giant hand, now free of obstruction, crashed down.

Xu Qing's figure had already stepped into a dark rift and disappeared from under the palm.

The Great Evolution Void Flash crossed the gaps between several forces in succession.

He first appeared between the Imperial Dragon Claw and the Corpse Puppet, causing the Dragon Claw to change direction, and then moved to the side of the Blood Phoenix Phantom before the Dragon Claw fell.

The forces that had been locking onto him shifted in succession, and the distance between them suddenly shortened.

The giant palm of the corpse puppet was the first to collide with the imperial dragon claw.

The golden dragon shadow was smashed and fell downwards, while the corpse puppet had its shoulder flesh torn open by the dragon's claws.

The Blood Phoenix Divine Flame then swept in, engulfing both forces into the sea of ​​fire. Song Qingwu's sword light pierced through the flames and cleaved open one of the Blood Phoenix phantom's wings.

Luan Zhaoye and the other two withdrew their power to avoid the aftershocks of the collision between the two sides.

The three true forms then pressed down on Xu Qing, who had just stepped out of the void.

Xu Qing's golden line between her eyebrows opened completely.

The blazing divine light swept out, slicing through the already weakened torrent of power.

As the golden light passed, the Imperial Dragon Qi, Blood Phoenix Divine Flame, Lishan Sword Intent, and the three ancestral blood powers simultaneously dissipated to both sides.

The remaining power still crashed down on Xu Qing like a flood, and the protective divine light formed by the life force finally could not withstand it and shattered with a crash.

Xu Qing's robes were torn, and his body was pushed backward by the impact.

Sang Qianhua tightened the silkworm silk behind him, stabilizing the three of them.

The three of them retreated nearly a hundred steps.

The area around the altar was quiet for a brief moment.

Immediately, the near-mad fighting resumed!

The smile on the Green Corpse Taoist's lips disappeared.

He formed a hand seal, and all the corpse patterns inside the corpse puppet lit up simultaneously.

Its grayish-white body was torn in several places by the previous collision, and the pressure it released was the heaviest.

Xu Qing's gaze shifted to the corpse puppet, sweeping along the corpse patterns on its brow, spine, limb joints, and chest and abdomen.

The several head-on collisions he had just experienced had allowed him to see part of the workings of the Corpse Seal.

Xu Qing stopped facing the corpse puppet and instead raised his hand and waved it forward.

A dense, resounding clang echoed throughout the altar.

Three hundred and sixty-one jet-black needles emerged from behind him, transforming into a dense array of dark light that spread out above the altar.

The dense needles bypassed the Green Corpse Taoist and turned towards the corpse puppet he controlled.

All the needles rotated in unison, pointing towards the corpse puppet's brow, spine, limb joints, and several acupoints where the corpse seals converged.

The Green Corpse Taoist's expression changed slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"A soul-stabilizing needle!?"