I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 88 A Trial and Refinement (Seeking First Subscription!)

Inside the rental house.

Qingyuan gripped the edge of the table.

"Hungry?"

Sensing the yearning within my body that seemed to want to burst forth.

The source lies at the core of the monster, a mass that continuously emits black mist.

"We have to get our hands on it!"

Seeking stability.

Stability must be prioritized.

Relying solely on Zhu Ming's half-baked priests is insufficient.

With a flick of his fingertips, a decree was sent to the forbidden area behind Guanhua Gate.

"Chai Wu, go."

After completing this step, Qingyuan's gaze returned to the battlefield.

Focus on that figure clinging desperately to the golden crow's feather, swaying in the turbulent void.

Xu Sihang.

Hover the mouse over it, and a panel pops up.

The characters representing the "Cut Thunder and Wash Sharp Edge" destiny were flashing at an extremely high frequency.

[To cleanse the evil influences and promote the righteous nature].

The relevant characteristics come into view.

"Slaying demons to increase cultivation?"

Xu Sixing was stuck at the peak of Qi Refining, like a pot of boiling water that had reached the critical point, only needing the final burst of fire.

"Little Xu, don't blame the old ancestor for being ruthless. Without madness, there is no life."

"This battle is the final lesson to make up for what was lost."

"Once you cross that threshold, you will be the rightful Foundation Establishment Elder of Guanhua Sect, its true representative."

The thought settled.

Danxia Peak.

Fires rose from the ground, and the heat distorted vision.

"iZongiZongiZong," a rhythmic tapping sound echoed through the stone chamber.

Ou Yeheng, shirtless, aimed each hammer blow at the hardest rock in the world.

Ever since Elder Zhenyue casually praised his "good craftsmanship," this nameless blacksmith became a hot commodity on Danxia Peak overnight.

The steward was polite and offered preferential treatment in terms of resources. Even the once arrogant inner disciples had to smile and beg for a suitable weapon.

Even though he never meditates and rarely breathes in spiritual energy, his cultivation level still increases rapidly with each iron ingot he strikes out of his hand.

A few days ago, his childhood sweetheart Zhang Lingyuan secretly went up the mountain, pinched his face and asked if he had been possessed by the old monster.

He just chuckled and scratched his head, saying the fire felt good and had a strong heat.

"call."

Another blow.

Ou Yeheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The movement stopped abruptly.

A phantom image of a giant bronze furnace descended, hovering above the surging fiery magma.

Purple smoke billowed from the furnace mouth, quickly condensing into a complex and obscure imperial edict in seal script.

Majestic, vast, and inviolable.

"Disciple obeys."

Ou Yeheng did not hesitate at all.

He slapped the storage bag at his waist with his backhand.

"Buzz"

The roar of the dragon and the howl of the sword resounded.

The sword pellet, its entire body a deep purple, crackling with lightning, shot out and throbbed restlessly in the palm of the hand, as if sensing a distant call.

【震鳞】.

Looking at this sword pellet, which I poured my heart and soul into and cherished like my own child.

A relieved smile appeared on Ou Yeheng's honest face.

He lowered his head, looked at the sword pellet in his palm, and whispered, "Go."

"Go find your senior; that's where you should show your prowess. Don't let this dark room of mine become a squalor."

My wrist is shaking.

The sword pellet transformed into a streak of purple lightning, piercing through the thick stone wall and disappearing into the void, vanishing without a trace.

Chaos reigns within the Void Realm.

"roar!!!"

The roar was inhuman, shattering the turbulent currents for miles around.

Master Xuanji... or rather, the demon of Julu.

Its body swelled to tens of feet, its flesh stretched open by strangely proliferating dark brown muscles.

The giant antlers were no longer made of bone; instead, they resembled two decaying ancient trees dripping with black blood. With each shake, poisonous blood would spill out, corroding the spiritual energy.

A pair of pupils swallowed by ink, devoid of any human emotion, containing only killing and devouring.

"You wicked child! Stop your madness!"

Loud shouts and explosions.

Chai Wu and Juexin were at the very front.

left.

Chai Wu's body was enveloped in a column of thick, scorching blood and qi that shot into the sky, forming a tangible, blood-red smoke trail behind him.

His muscles bulged, his body grew several feet in size, and his skin turned a dark reddish-brown.

Pure and ultimate martial will, the ancient body cultivation method of "physical sainthood"!

"Get up, you son of a bitch!"

With arms wrapped around the giant deer, it stomped down on its front hooves, the bones cracking.

Without using any clever tricks, he relied solely on brute force to withstand a blow powerful enough to shatter mountains.

Right.

The mind is completely different.

With hands clasped together, feet treading on a golden lotus in the void.

Behind him was a semi-transparent golden statue, burning with pure, crystalline fire.

The Buddha's six arms are outstretched, each holding a ritual implement; his eyes are closed and his eyebrows are lowered, exuding great majesty.

□ Speak the truth.

The vajra crashed down, striking the giant deer squarely in the side, creating ripples of black energy that sizzled as the flesh burned.

"Aww!!!"

The giant deer, gripped by pain, went berserk, sweeping its antlers to force the two back.

Mid-air.

The golden crow, with a wingspan of several tens of feet, darted back and forth around the enormous creature.

That was the spirit of the sword [Li Ya] transformed into.

On his back, Zhu Ming's red robe fluttered, and he made hand seals as fast as a blur.

"The Supreme Star, ever-responsive!"

"Separate from the fire, burn!"

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

As the sword swept across, the Golden Crow unleashed a torrent of true sun fire, powerful enough to melt gold and iron.

Flames have a spirit; they specifically seek out wounds and cracks.

at the same time.

"Pfft!"

Taking advantage of the giant deer's turn, the Iron-Maned Demon King viciously slashed at the giant deer's hind leg joint with his nine-ringed broadsword, which was as big as a door panel.

"Grandpa Pig will give you a pedicure!"

Having landed a successful blow, he didn't linger, but instead turned and ran.

however.

The battlefield appears to be a united front suppressing the monsters.

The back of the golden crow.

He was completely out of place.

Xu Sihang.

He clung tightly to the golden crow feathers, curling himself into a ball.

The wind was like a knife, and the chaotic flow of spiritual energy from the void stung my cheeks.

He just watched.

Look at that burly, rough-looking senior brother; he's engaged in hand-to-hand combat and bleeding.

The usually mild-mannered little monk has now transformed into a fierce and wrathful Vajra.

Even the pig demon, who usually only knows how to be lazy and slack off, is working hard.

Only him.

Like a piece of trash, hiding under someone else's wing.

"What...am I doing?"

His lips trembled, and an unprecedented sense of disgust welled up from the bottom of his heart.

I recall the days when I joined the Imperial Sword Sect, a spirited young man who vowed to wield a sword that would illuminate nineteen provinces.

I recall the humiliating years when I was suppressed by the Wen family and had to feign madness and act like a dissolute.

Even before... if it weren't for Senior Sister Qingyan's rescue, this body would have long been a skeleton in a tomb.

"Qi Refining Perfected... Half-Step Foundation Establishment..."

"Seemingly glamorous, but actually just a slightly larger ant?"

"Hiding in the back to pick up the scraps? Watching others risk their lives for you?"

"Xu Sixing, is this your way of the sword? Your spirit?"

No.

No.

If a swordsman lacks even the courage to draw his sword, then it's better to break the sword!

"boom!"

Julu seems to have grown tired of the disturbance.

He looked up to the sky and roared, as the writhing tumor on his chest burst open.

Streaks of gray-black dust spread wildly.

Wherever it passed, spiritual energy solidified, and the space became obscure.

The Giant Deer's Bloodshot Eyes pierced through the chaotic battlefield, precisely locking onto the "flies" that were constantly spewing fire in the sky.

Especially the smallest ant on its back.

It went mad, but its instincts remained.

Knowing where the weaknesses are, and where the best prey is.

"roar!"

With a stomp of its hind legs, the void shattered.

The enormous body vanished from the spot.

next moment.

Suddenly appearing right in front of the Golden Crow!

A massive shadow loomed over the abyss, its stench filling the gaping maw. The enormous abyss was aimed at the Golden Crow, and at Zhu Ming and Xu Sixing above, ready to swallow them whole!

"Kid! Run!!!"

Zhu Ming unleashed his sword technique frantically, attempting to change direction, but was stuck by the gray-black energy cloud and unable to move.

Xu Sixing's pupils dilated.

The aura of death was overwhelming.

This time, there was no senior sister.

The world slowed down drastically.

So slow that you can see the bits of meat hanging between the giant deer's teeth.

"Oh.

'

Xu Sixing loosened his grip on Lingyu.

Swaying and rocking, it slowly straightened its body on the violently turbulent back of the Golden Crow.

Are you scared?

I'm terrified.

But he didn't want to die kneeling again.

Close your eyes.

Darkness descends.

In the endless darkness, past memories recede like a tide.

Mockery, suppression, humiliation.

Wen Xianyun's arrogant demeanor transformed into a series of ferocious, blue-faced demons, tearing at everything from all directions.

"You're a piece of trash..."

'

"A stray dog..."

'

"Accept your fate..."

'

The cacophony of inner demons resounds in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Xu Sixing stood in the center of the darkness, his hands empty.

But he seemed to have grasped something.

It was a broken sword.

There was a very fine and faint gold line along the spine of the sword.

"roll."

He uttered a single word.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap landing.

His eyes opened.

The left eye is silvery-white, and the right eye is crimson-purple.

The top of the Great Void.

A phantom image of a bronze incense burner appeared without any warning.

A wisp of pure air descended from the furnace mouth, pouring into the spiritual altar.

Four large gilded characters gradually took shape, illuminating the dark world.

[The Censor's Sharpness]

A kind of indifferent and majestic aura, as if ruling the world, appeared on the face of the Qi Refining Perfection cultivator.

Facing the gaping maw of blood that was about to close.

Xu Sixing raised his right hand towards the void, making a sword-wielding gesture.

He parted his lips slightly: "Sword, come."

"call out"

He responded to him.

It was a clear, melodious sword cry that pierced through the void, coming from the distant other shore.

A purple light, tearing through the sky!

【震鳞】.

Transcending space, responding to its master's call, and with a joyful cry of rebirth, it landed steadily in the long-awaited palm.

The moment you grip the handle.

Behind Xu Sixing, light and shadow distorted.

A vast expanse of thunder pools unfolded out of thin air.

The purple liquid in the pool was boiling.

The majestic dragon extended its enormous claws, gripped Xu Sixing, and protected him in its palm.

Countless Thunder Gods, clad in silver armor and wielding thunder spears and lightning halberds, roared out!

Climbing up the giant deer's massive antlers, his weapon plunged fiercely into the decaying flesh!

"this...

...This is..

'

Zhu Ming stood frozen in the distance.

This is hardly the kind of unusual phenomenon one would expect from a Qi Refining stage cultivator!

At this moment, Xu Sixing's long hair danced wildly.

What he held in his hand had already changed drastically.

The sword is broad and thick, resembling a giant dragon scale polished to perfection. It is entirely purple and has a naturally formed crimson gold pattern on it, like a thunderclap that cuts through the long night.

Spiritual weapon, trembling scales!

The sword was returned to its place.

The seemingly indestructible barrier within the body shattered.

Foundation building!

Become!

Raising his head, his silver-purple eyes were devoid of emotion as he stared directly into the eyes of the giant deer, which was just inches away.

He slowly uttered four words: "Demons and monsters shall be slain."

Simply raise it high, then lower it.

A sword was swung out.

A bolt of purple-gold lightning, as thick as a bucket, followed the direction of the sword's edge, piercing through heaven and earth, and crashing down upon them!

According to the laws of Lei Palace, execution is warranted immediately!

"Awooo!!!"

The giant deer let out a final, mournful scream.

Its enormous body, before the thunder that could judge all living beings, was like snow melting instantly upon contact with hot water.

The deer's head was separated from its body.

The demonic energy dissipated.

The once invincible demonic body was scattered into countless ashes.

In the ashes.

A strange black sphere, about the size of a fist, crisscrossed with countless twisted cyan-purple runes, squeaked and tried to escape.

"Buzz!"

An invisible suction force emanated from the void.

Before the black ball could struggle, it seemed to be captured by an even more terrifying entity and vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace.

The void returned to tranquility.

Xu Sixing sheathed his sword.

All the thunder gods, dragons, and thunder pools in the sky transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the sword.

Stepping through the void, they arrived beside the Golden Crow.

Looking at Zhu Ming, who was still in a daze, Xu Sixing twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly tired yet incredibly unrestrained smile: "Old man..."

,

"Was that powerful enough?"