Immortality and Cultivation: I Have Three Times the Lifespan

Chapter 114 Ancient Body Cultivation

But this time of restraint was enough for Yang Changsheng!

He turned around instantly and charged at Wu Gou, who was unable to dodge the dense barrage of rockets and was defending in place.

"Die!"

Yang Changsheng's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He no longer held back the terrifying power of the eighth level of body refinement. His blood and qi erupted like a dormant volcano.

"boom!"

The immense force of 84,000 jin (approximately 42,000 catties) was poured into his right fist, causing the air around it to compress and explode with a loud bang.

His entire fist was enveloped in a faint, golden sheen.

There is no magical brilliance, only the purest and most savage physical power of the ancient body cultivators!

"Bang!"

Yang Changsheng's fist tore through the air, unleashing a domineering and unstoppable force.

Ignoring Wu Gou's horrified gaze and the twin blades he hastily crossed in front of his chest, the sword slammed into the very center of his chest.

"Snap—Snap!"

A chilling explosion rang out clearly, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The protective light barrier around Wu Gou's body shattered like paper.

The two high-quality magical scimitars he held crossed in front of his chest bent, deformed, and broke inch by inch like two fragile withered branches under the impact of the force far exceeding that of a first-tier high-grade demon beast.

The fist, containing the force of 84,000 jin, slammed into him without any resistance.

"Bang!"

A muffled, explosive sound rang out. Wu Gou's chest caved in first, then all the bones in his body exploded, sending bone fragments and flesh flying everywhere.

Absolutely brutal crushing, the dead are beyond any hope of survival.

Two powerful cultivators at the eighth level of Qi Refining were killed in just a few breaths.

"If you've seen enough, then make your move."

Yang Changsheng spoke coldly, his gaze fixed on the burly figure shrouded in poisonous fog at the edge of the trapping formation.

He was not afraid at all. More than 20 years have passed, and the small fisherman of Biyue Lake has grown into a strong person in the late stage of Qi Refining.

So what if he's at the ninth level of Qi Refining perfection? Anyone who isn't a Foundation Establishment cultivator can fight him!

"What terrifying body cultivation! Such a physique is even more terrifying than that of a demon beast of the same level. I never thought that someone would still choose the path of ancient body cultivation."

Fan Tu slowly emerged from the shadows, his figure imposing, his voice like the grinding of sand, cold and piercing.

He tried his best to maintain a calm exterior, but his heart was already in turmoil.

The original intention was to have Mantis Blade and Ghost Hand test the waters first, while he himself would stay behind to ensure complete success.

Who would have thought the battle would end so quickly? In the blink of an eye, his two capable henchmen had become two pools of glaring blood on the ground.

The boy's violent attacks and endless tricks were so fast that even he, a peak Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator, didn't have time to react!

Yang Changsheng's aura was condensed, his magical power flowed, and the Qingfeng Sword hovered beside him, emitting a faint cold light.

He stared at Fan Tu, his voice calm and unwavering: "What exactly do you want? That you're willing to commit violence in Qianxue Market again?"

No matter how extraordinary an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator is, it is difficult for them to cross the chasm of life level and fight against Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Such a prodigy as Lu Qianxue, who could kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator while only being in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, is extremely rare.

The other party is so arrogant; they must have something to rely on.

"Looks like it really isn't in your hands—that damned Liu Yanlong, he even tried to trick me before he died!"

A glint of light flashed in Fan Tu's eyes, and a hint of realization and frustration crossed his scarred face.

He was almost certain that the excessively handsome young man before him had nothing to do with that thing.

How could a seasoned hunter like Liu Yanlong, who lives on the edge of death, not have a backup plan? I'm afraid I've chased the wrong person and lost two of my generals for nothing.

"Fine, I'm not interested in knowing. Since you attacked me, you must pay the price!"

Yang Changsheng's eyes hardened with coldness, the air around him tightened suddenly, and he looked at Fan Tu with murderous intent.

The two sides have already formed a blood feud, and there is no room for reconciliation.

"How confident you are! Ancient body-refining cultivators are indeed powerful, but judging from your fight just now, you only used mortal martial arts techniques. You probably haven't mastered the true body-refining combat skills and supernatural abilities. Why don't we each take a step back and stop here? That way we can avoid both of us being injured."

Fan Tu grinned, his smile appearing particularly ferocious due to the scar on his face.

"Very well, you may open this trap—as if we had never met today."

Yang Changsheng verbally agreed, but his divine sense enveloped the area, vigilantly detecting any unusual movements in the space, the tip of his Qingfeng sword slightly...

The tremor further targeted Fan Tu's vital points.

"good!"

Fan Tu answered decisively, raising his sleeve as if to make a hand seal to withdraw from the formation, his movements fluid and natural.

"squeak!"

Suddenly, a piercing screech, sharp enough to shatter eardrums, rang out from behind Yang Changsheng. The solid ground beneath his feet rippled like water as a colossal creature burst forth from the earth.

The grayish-black fur was shiny and covered in foul-smelling dirt.

Its body, which is two or three zhang long, is covered with hard, yellow, horny scales, and at the ends of its thick limbs are sharp claws that gleam with a cold, metallic luster.

In an instant, a gaping maw filled with gleaming white fangs, carrying a nauseating stench, lunged straight at Yang Changsheng's back.

A strong demonic aura mixed with the earthy smell instantly spread out.

A top-grade peak spirit beast, the Earth-Splitting Stone Flying Squirrel!

Its bite force is enough to tear apart ordinary high-grade magic artifacts. If it bites firmly, even Yang Changsheng's golden and jade body will be injured.

"You brat, die!" Fan Tu's sinister laugh exploded at the same time.

His body erupted with a bloodthirsty aura, and his violent magical power at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining condensed into a scarlet blood claw the size of a millstone.

Immediately afterwards, carrying a pungent smell of blood and corrosion, it tore through the air and slammed hard onto the spot where Yang Changsheng had been standing.

"Bang!"

The two Fiery Archer puppets placed in the corner of the alley were just activated by the Blood Claw's energy. Before they could even fire their arrows, they were shattered into pieces by the terrifying power, exploding into a pile of burning spirit wood remains.

Although the treasure was not on Yang Changsheng, things had already come to this point. Two of his elite subordinates had been lost. If he could not kill them to silence them, his reputation as Blood Wolf Fan Tu would be ruined.

They also couldn't explain to the Foundation Establishment expert behind them the cost they had incurred in planning this matter.

Therefore, this child must die!

A foul stench filled the air; attacked from both sides, the shadow of death instantly loomed over them.

Yang Changsheng's pupils contracted sharply, and his muscles unleashed superhuman strength at the critical moment.

Instead of retreating, he used his left foot as a pivot and spun his body sharply to the side and back like a willow catkin in the wind.

Without using any magic power, it was purely a combination of body tempering techniques, a physique honed to the extreme, and the Willow Catkins-in-the-Wind movement technique, which was refined to the highest level in mortal martial arts!

"boom!"

The giant jaws of the Earth-Splitting Stone Flying Squirrel, filled with sharp teeth, bit down hard on the spot where Yang Changsheng had just stood. The hard, iron-like bluestone slab shattered like tofu, sending fragments flying everywhere.

The scarlet claws grazed the edge of his spinning figure, slamming into empty air and corroding a deep pit in the ground with a hissing sound.

Yang Changsheng successfully evaded the fierce attack from the two dangerous forces.

Before he could even regain his footing, his left hand had already reached for the storage bag at his waist.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, he used a hidden weapon technique to accurately scatter more than a dozen inconspicuous low-level spiritual plant seeds of various colors onto the ground around Fan Tu and the Earth-Splitting Stone Flying Squirrel!

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