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

Lu Qingdai's delicate hands moved swiftly, and as several array flags landed, the light of the array enveloped the entire battlefield.

Bai Jie placed her delicate hand on the array's light barrier and then infused it with her spiritual power!

Xiong Chumo followed closely behind, placing the Thunderfire Hammer aside and pressing her hands against the light screen.

Secondly, there are Xie Nantian, Chu Wuyai, Shen Fufeng, Zhao Jingzhou, and Yan Wujiu.

Five streams of spiritual energy converged into the great formation!

"Brother Xiaofan! I want to join too!"

The Ten Directions Battle Domain suddenly opened, its silvery-white light dazzling!

Midozhi poured all the power of the battle domain, along with her own spiritual power, into the formation!

Zhao Mang, Wang Zhong, Li Huan and other outer disciples also made their moves!

Streams of spiritual energy coalesced into a torrent, surging into Luo Fan's body, who was located in the center of the formation!

"Senior Brother, let's be careful not to overeat Junior Brother Luo."

As Yan Wujiu channeled his spiritual energy, he grinned and said to Xie Nantian.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jingzhou's face showed a tired yet relaxed smile.

"Junior Brother Yan, you still don't understand Junior Brother Luo enough. Only Junior Brother Luo can overwhelm others."

Indeed.

Shen Fufeng nodded in agreement, then glanced at Chu Wuyai, who stood beside him with a cold expression.

"I wonder if Senior Brother Chu has the strength to overpower others?"

Chu Wuyai kept his eyes straight ahead, only squeezing out two words through gritted teeth.

"boring."

"Stop fooling around."

Xie Nantian coughed lightly, his gaze sweeping over the familiar or young faces around him.

"Aren't we, the senior disciples, already ashamed enough, forced to hide behind our junior disciples?"

He took a deep breath, his gaze suddenly sharpening as he scanned the crowd.

"Listen up, I'm saying that even if it means risking our lives, we will protect Junior Brother Luo!"

The playful expressions on everyone's faces vanished, replaced by a resolute look in their eyes.

At the center of the formation, Luo Fan's gaze was calm, and his surroundings were filled with a complex aura.

He stared at the Blood Demon, clenched his fist, and made a crisp, powerful sound.

"Burning Heart Nirvana Technique! Thirtyfold! Open!"

With a low growl, Luo Fan's natal fire surged dramatically.

A terrifying aura, far exceeding anything seen before, erupted from Luo Fan's body!

His cultivation level skyrocketed wildly in everyone's astonished gaze!

Golden Core Level 4... Golden Core Level 8... Golden Core Level 9... Nascent Soul Level 1!

Nascent Soul Level 2... Level 3... Level 4... Level 5... Level 6!

Finally, it came to a steady stop at the peak of the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage!

At this moment, Luo Fan was surrounded by surging spiritual energy, and his robes fluttered even without wind.

The God-Slaying Sword in his hand emitted an excited, clear sound, and the blade was flowing with the spiritual light of the five elements.

Although the sense of power was strong, only Luo Fan himself knew how terrifying the burden this power brought was.

His meridians felt as if they were about to burst, and each heartbeat was incredibly heavy.

Furthermore, he discovered that the power boost brought about by the Burning Heart Nirvana Technique was abnormal.

It seems that as his cultivation level increases, the effect weakens and the backlash becomes stronger.

"It seems that even this secret technique has its limits."

Luo Fan's gaze pierced through the aura of spiritual energy, directly targeting the black-robed figure in mid-air.

The Blood Demon remained a cold observer throughout.

Sensing Luo Fan's fighting spirit, the shadow beneath his hood rippled slightly.

"Relying on external forces to forcibly elevate one's cultivation level is nothing but a mirage, a futile overestimation of one's own abilities!"

Luo Fan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "It's better than you not even having any external help to rely on."

Before he could finish speaking...

The ground beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, charging headlong towards the Blood Demon!

"court death!"

A flash of blood-red light appeared in the Blood Demon's eyes, and he raised his hand to strike out with a palm.

It was still that blood-red palm print, but its power was three times greater than before.

At the center of that palm print, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were howling and wailing.

Luo Fan neither dodged nor yielded; the five elements of spiritual light on the God-Slaying Sword flowed endlessly as he fiercely slashed down!

A breath later.

The highly refined, multicolored sword light collided violently with the blood-red palm print.

Amidst the deafening roar, the aftershocks of the two forces spread outwards.

Fortunately, the light barrier set up by Lu Qingdai in advance, along with the protective array of Peach Blossom Temple, weakened the attack layer by layer.

After the lingering effects dissipated.

Luo Fan remained unmoved.

On the contrary, the Blood Demon was forced to take half a step back by the force of the recoil!

Even a half-step is enough to make everyone's pupils contract.

Blood Demon himself was also taken aback.

"Very well, very well indeed! I'd like to see how long you can maintain this external force!"

Blood Demon's face darkened completely, and he abandoned all his contempt.

His eyes burned with even more murderous intent; this boy must die!

The Blood Demon extended its palm, and the surging demonic energy manifested into countless hideous ghostly figures.

Luo Fan swung his sword, shattering ten paths with one strike, a hundred with two strikes, and a thousand with three strikes.

Then, the two figures disappeared from the spot, their movements so fast that they were difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Only the occasional crisp sounds echoing from all corners of the void, and the lingering echoes.

The more Blood Demon fought, the more terrified he became.

This kid is only able to exert a cultivation level comparable to the peak of the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage by relying on external forces.

Why are you so difficult to deal with?!

That swordsmanship, that movement, that fighting instinct—it's simply not like a Golden Core cultivator!

He looks more like a battle-hardened old monster!

The Blood Demon was enraged.

He held nothing back anymore, his demonic energy surging and boiling within him, and his aura even advanced to a new level!

Halfway to the Out-of-Body stage!

"Boy, you have reason to be proud that you forced me to use a secret technique!"

He grinned maliciously and struck out with his palm, the force of which tore through the air and struck directly at Luo Fan's soul.

Luo Fan felt immense pressure. He had never backed down when facing Sikong that day, and he would not back down today either!

"Fire Sword Technique - Sword One, Flames Rise!"

Crimson flames ignited on the sword, unleashing a raging sea of ​​fire.

boom!!!

The two collided, flames exploded, and the palm print was weakened by three points!

The downward trend continues unabated.

"Sword Two, Fiery Python Devours the Sky!"

Three giant fire pythons burst out of the sea of ​​fire, coiled around the palm print, and roared as they tore at it!

boom!!!

The palm print is three points weaker!

"JX3, a raging inferno!"

Luo Fan's sword technique changed again, and a rain of fire fell like meteors, colliding violently with the palm print!

Finally, the palm print dissipated!

Blood Demon frowned slightly. Unlike before, this time Luo Fan directly broke through his palm strike.

"The Sword of Light and Shadow!"

Luo Fan ignored what the Blood Demon thought and created nine afterimages from himself.

Attack the Blood Demon from all directions simultaneously!

The Blood Demon scoffed, "A mere illusion technique, yet you dare to show off before me!"

Nine blood-red needles shot out from his hand, transforming into nine streaks of blood-red light.

Puff puff……

The eight phantom images shattered instantly, leaving only Luo Fan's true form, who had no choice but to parry with his sword.

Ding!

The chilling power attached to the blood-red needle traveled along the sword, causing him to slide back several steps.

The Blood Demon, having gained the upper hand, pressed forward, his withered hand striking Luo Fan's face.

Luo Fan's footwork shifted, and he drifted backward.

Then, he unleashed a barrage of sword energy, attacking every vital point on the Blood Demon's body, forcing it to retreat and defend.

The two fought from the ground to mid-air, and from mid-air to the clouds.

Until the final collision, neither side could gain the upper hand, and both sides caught their breath for a moment.

"Kid, you're good! But you deserve to die even more!"

With a shout, the Blood Demon unleashed another red skull palm print.

Seeing that Luo Fan was struggling to hold on, Xie Nantian's expression turned grave. "Junior Brother Luo is probably not going to be able to hold on any longer."

Luo Fan's five elements spiritual power is ever-changing, and he fought the demon to a standstill.

Unfortunately, his own aura was already showing signs of weakening, while the demon's aura remained steady.

If even he could sense it, how could the demon not?

Yan Wujiu rolled his eyes.

"Senior Brother, I don't know if Junior Brother Luo can hold on, but we really can't hold on any longer!"

His breath was weak and his face was pale. He was so exhausted that he could hardly breathe, clearly indicating that his spiritual energy had been severely depleted.

If you look closely, Xie Nantian's legs are completely different from his serious face.

His legs were trembling, and his body felt as if it had been hollowed out dozens of times.

"..."

Xie Nantian cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. "Junior Brother Yan, don't look at my legs like you look at women!"

He not only felt offended, but also felt very insecure.

At this moment, Luo Fan shattered the palm print with a single sword strike, but his breathing became even more erratic.

After Luo Fan, the light of the great formation flickered erratically, seemingly about to go out at any moment.

"Hahahaha! Kids, you can't hold on anymore, can you?"

The Blood Demon crossed his arms and laughed wildly, looking down at the crowd. "Once I kill you, none of those ants below will escape. They will all be buried with you for your stubborn resistance!"

Inside the formation.

Lu Qingdai gritted her teeth and persevered, but the formation was on the verge of collapse.

Bai Jie and Xiong Chumo were both deathly pale, their spiritual energy almost completely depleted.

"Go to hell!"

The Blood Demon laughed wildly, extending his fingertip above his head, where a huge ball of energy swirled.

The energy sphere was so large that it shrouded everyone in shadow.

"Bullshit! You fiend, who said we can't hold on?!"

Everyone was taken aback and turned to look.

Zhang Tie carried a huge wooden stick as he ran back from the sect.

On the wooden sticks, roasted ducks, golden brown and glistening with oil, were skewered!

There are at least several dozen!