A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

roar--!!!

A deep, resonant dragon roar echoed within the cave!

The dragon soul takes the form of a phantom golden-scaled dragon, faintly exuding dragon might.

It was once a remnant soul of an ancient dragon, which later merged with the innate metal elemental spiritual root.

A trace of the dragon soul's will and aura still remain within it.

If this trace of residue is not refined and erased first, forcibly fusing with it will at least result in being devoured by its will.

In severe cases, the spirit and soul may be damaged, turning one into a puppet of others' will.

"Ghost Spring Cold Fire, emerge!"

A ghostly blue flame rose from Luo Fan's left palm, its chilling intensity penetrating.

Yet it contains the miraculous effect of purifying and burning away impurities in the soul.

He carefully brought the cluster of flames close to the suspended golden dragon soul.

zizi...

On the surface of the Golden Scale Dragon Soul, wisps of extremely faint gray-black smoke suddenly rose.

At the same time, a faint, ancient sense of resistance arose.

"Forge of the Great Dao, aid me!"

Luo Fan's mind sank into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, communicating with the ancient and mysterious phantom of the furnace.

The illusory image of the furnace trembled slightly, and an invisible and profound refining power spread out.

Under the combined influence of the Nether Spring Cold Fire and the Great Dao Furnace.

The remaining aura and will of the true dragon quickly dissipated and disintegrated.

The grayish-black smoke gradually faded until it completely dissipated.

The Golden Scale Dragon Soul emitted a clear, melodious hum, seemingly breaking free from some kind of restraint.

It has become purer and more vibrant, and the metal element aura it exudes has become even purer and more powerful.

The first step was successful.

Luo Fan felt a little more at ease. The next step was truly crucial and dangerous.

He wanted to completely fuse this golden dragon soul with his own metal element power.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the metal element cyclone accelerated its rotation.

Luo Fan then mobilized his own essence and divine sense to envelop the pure golden-scaled dragon soul.

It guides the vast and powerful source of metal, peeling away strand by strand, and integrating it into itself.

This is a slow and meticulous process that allows no room for distraction.

Luo Fan's entire mind was immersed in this profound refining and fusion process.

Outside the cave.

Midozhi remained standing, gun in hand.

The difference is that the Ten Directions Battlefield has already begun!

A silvery-white light shield enveloped the last ten Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators.

Within the light barrier, her figure was like a ghost, and her spear moved like a dragon!

One shot!

A demonic cultivator had his throat pierced!

Two shots!

The chests of the two demonic cultivators exploded!

Three shots! Four shots! Five shots!

Every shot is deadly!

Swords flashed and spears clashed, and killing intent surged to the heavens!

In a short while, all ten demonic cultivators fell into pools of blood!

Midozhi holstered his gun and stood there, panting heavily.

The peak of the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.

Killing ten Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators with the power of a domain, while not too difficult, still consumed a considerable amount of energy.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back into the cave, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky!

Looking up, I saw a huge, crimson palm print!

boom!!!

The palm print slammed into the light barrier of the Ten Directions Battle Domain!

Click!

Cracks are appearing!

Midozhi staggered back two steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but the palm print continued its relentless attack!

boom!!!

The light shield is shattered!

Her petite body, like a kite with a broken string, crashed to the ground!

"puff!"

The battle zone was forcibly breached.

Midozhi was deeply hurt, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth again.

"Who goes there?!"

With shouts.

Not far away in mid-air, a figure shrouded in a wide black robe appeared out of nowhere.

The man wore a hideous ghost mask, revealing only a pair of deep-set eyes.

There was no spiritual energy leaking out of his body; instead, he gave people the feeling of being one with heaven and earth.

Midozhi was horrified!

Nascent Soul level expert!

Moreover, he was not an ordinary Nascent Soul expert, but a peak Nascent Soul level being.

He didn't use his full strength when he attacked just now; he just struck casually, yet he severely injured her.

"Ten Directions Battle Body?"

The man ignored the dead demonic cultivators and his gaze happened to fall on her.

Especially when you sense the unique and powerful battle aura emanating from her.

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"I never expected that Peach Blossom Temple, a once-in-a-million sect, could produce such geniuses one after another."

Sikong Jue's hoarse voice came through the mask.

If this woman grows up, the threat she poses will probably be no less than that of Luo Fan.

A thought flashed through his mind, and his killing intent was made up.

"Little girl, dying by my hand wouldn't be a disgrace to your battle physique."

He raised his hand, seemingly pointing it towards the direction of Midozhi, and gently pressed it.

boom!

A palm print, covering an area of ​​several tens of feet and formed entirely of pure spiritual energy, appeared out of thin air.

Even before the palm print arrived, the terrifying pressure had already locked her firmly in place.

"You! Don't! Even! Think! Of! It!"

She stared at Sikong Jue, trying to stand up, but there was no fear in her eyes.

Her only thought was to buy time for Luo Fan, even if it was just for a moment.

The handprint is getting closer and closer.

Inside the cave.

Luo Fan sensed the danger and his expression changed drastically!

Unfortunately, the fusion of the metal-type spiritual root has come at a crucial moment.

If it is forcibly stopped, at best all previous efforts will be wasted, and at worst the power of the five elements will collapse, rendering the person useless!

But he couldn't care less, just as he was about to forcibly stop the fusion.

Two figures descended from the sky, standing in front of Midozhi!

The two of them joined forces and blocked the palm print!

"With your level of cultivation, it is unbecoming of a master to bully a junior like this."

Yunxi stared coldly at Sikong Jue, but did not reveal his identity.

They both knew it perfectly well.

At this moment, Yunxi's breathing was somewhat disordered, and her clothes were torn in several places.

The previous battle had clearly taken a heavy toll on him, yet his eyes remained clear and sharp.

Sikong Jue glanced at them and sneered, "You two aren't afraid of death!"

"With the two of us sisters here today, we will not let you take another step forward."

Liu Linglong's body shimmered with purple light, and the sword formation was already in place.

She raised her sword and pointed it at them, saying, "Bring it on, whatever tricks you have up your sleeve, we'll take them!"

Liu Linglong also guessed the identity of the masked man in black.

Aside from Sikong Jue, the sect leader of Zhengyang Sect, how many other people in the Eastern Spirit Region could possess such strength?

Neither of them said anything.

This is because once the facade is completely broken and the other party's sect leader identity is identified, it will be too late.

That would mean a life-or-death struggle with the Zhengyang Sect, inevitably triggering a major war among the four sects.

And the Soul-Slaying Hall behind the Zhengyang Sect thus stepped out from behind the scenes and into the limelight.

At that time, the entire Eastern Spirit Domain will be plunged into bloodshed and chaos.

That kind of price is something that neither Peach Blossom Temple nor the entire Eastern Spirit Domain can afford now.

Therefore, we can only pretend not to know.

Responding as a masked master seems more like a gentleman's agreement.

In other words, everyone knows who the other is, but when playing on the same chessboard, no one wants to be the first to overturn the table.

"Hmph! Overestimating yourself!"

Sikong Jue's eyes flashed with a cold light, his imposing aura overwhelming, "Today I will annihilate the Peach Blossom Temple's lineage!"

"You've got quite the nerve. What if I were included?"

A figure in light blue descended from the sky, her face veiled in white gauze, exuding a cool and aloof aura.

There was blood on her clothes and she had minor injuries, suggesting that she had arrived here after a fierce battle.

Yunxi glanced sideways. "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. I will repay you handsomely in the future."

"You're too kind, fairy."

She looked at the cave not far away, "The one inside is my junior brother."

"His business is my business."

Su Qingyuan turned to look at Sikong Jue, "Besides, I already have a grudge to settle with this person."

"It's rare for the remnants of the Five Elements Alchemy Sect to actually jump out and seek death."

Sikong Jue sneered.

"Two half-step Nascent Soul cultivators, plus a mere eighth-level Golden Core cultivator, dare to presume to contend with me?"

"Alright."

"Today, I will take advantage of this opportune moment and favorable location to send your souls to nothingness!"

"Great Dark Heavenly Palm!"

Sikong Jue raised his hand and immediately launched a killing move.

Black energy surged around him, and an even larger, more solid black hand, capable of blotting out the sky, pressed down.

This palm strike covered an extremely wide area, encompassing the three women and the cave behind them.

Yunxi made the first move, her longsword radiating a cool, moonlit glow as she met the attack head-on.

"Auspicious purple clouds rise from the east, swords lock the mountains and rivers!"

Liu Linglong's purple soft sword transformed into thousands of sword threads, weaving into a sword net.

Wrap around from the side and cut through the giant black hand.

Su Qingyuan formed a hand seal, conjuring an ancient and profound cyan seal.

The runes, imprinted with life force and suppressive power, flowed and fiercely met the center of the palm print.

Rumble—!!!

The three women joined forces, unleashing a terrifying energy storm in an instant.

The trees and rocks within a radius of several dozen feet were all leveled to the ground, and dust billowed into the sky.

Ding Ding Deng!

Amidst the smoke and dust, Yunxi, Liu Linglong, and Su Qingyuan all took several steps back, their faces turning pale.

Sikong Jue swayed slightly before regaining his balance.

"Don't fight him head-on, keep him occupied!"

Yunxi made a decisive decision.

The three women, relying on their exquisite movements and teamwork, launched attacks from different directions.

Sikong Jue was incredibly shrewd and experienced.

He quickly saw through the three women's intentions, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Trying to delay? Ridiculous!"

He transformed into a shadowy figure, bypassing Liu Linglong and Yunxi's interception with ghostly speed.

When he reappeared, the destructive aura in his hand was aimed at the location below Luo Fan.