Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"Aaaaaah!!"

In mid-air, Wang Sheng's agonizing screams echoed through the sky. Upon closer inspection, his condition was indeed quite pitiful.

Half of the arm shattered suddenly as the sword light struck, turning into a thick blood mist that filled the space. The shattered flesh fell into the sea, staining a patch of water red.

"Yu Changsheng!!"

A voice filled with extreme shock and anger emanated from Wang Sheng's mouth. This voice was so furious that it reverberated like thunder, containing the extreme rage and killing intent of the roaring man. Faintly, there was also a trace of inexplicable, well-concealed fear that flashed by in an instant.

Wang Sheng was shocked and furious, while Yu Changsheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He slashed out with his sword, suppressing the weakness and fatigue in his body. He gritted his teeth and slashed fiercely with the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in his hand. A surge of powerful sword energy pierced through the void and slashed fiercely towards the seriously injured Wang Sheng!

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Boom!

The sword energy was immense, the sword light magnificent, and the sword intent soared to the heavens, causing the void to rumble.

"Dark Annihilation Sword!"

With a single sword strike, it was like a streak of crimson light flashing swiftly through the long night. The sword light was obscure yet deadly, fast and unpredictable, flashing like lightning, carrying the intent of a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of bones, and the power of darkness. Like a dark arrow in the darkness, it shot fiercely towards Wang Sheng!

This sword strike has reached its peak! Although it is not as terrifying as the Primordial Creation Sword, it is still quite powerful!

"What?"

Wang Sheng was shocked and furious. His brow twitched. He forcibly suppressed his injuries, looked at the incoming sword, pursed his lips, and suddenly pointed his hand towards the sky!

"Soaring Finger!"

Shaking around!

In an instant, the wind and clouds gathered, transforming into a huge vortex that attracted endless power from heaven and earth. From the vortex, a huge finger suddenly stretched out, its fingerprints lifelike and its entire body a dark yellow color, reaching a hundred feet in length, and pressed down hard on Yu Changsheng!

Rumble!

A soaring intent suddenly erupted from his fingertip.

The Dark Annihilation Sword slashed down fiercely, striking the finger. In an instant, the finger trembled, and with the burst of sword light, countless cracks suddenly spread from the fingertip, eventually collapsing inch by inch.

And this sword strike, having exhausted its power, slowly dissipated.

"interesting!"

Yu Changsheng frowned, chuckled coldly, and felt the almost exhausted magic power and the somewhat depleted and overdrawn spiritual power in his body. He gritted his teeth and swallowed a pill, and once again slashed fiercely with the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in his hand!

"The Sword of the Fallen Geese!"

As the sword flashed, a silhouette of the setting sun suddenly appeared in the void. The setting sun cast its last rays, a fiery red, yet it also carried a sense of impending doom, making one's heart tremble.

At that very moment, amidst the magnificent sunset and its afterglow, a flock of wild geese took flight, their wings outstretched, carrying with them a sense of resentment and the brilliance of the afterglow. Like swords, they pierced through the sunset, traversed the void, and swept past fiercely!

Finally, the setting sun twisted, the wild geese cried out, and all the shadows transformed into a single sword that shot out with a startled glimpse, leaving a trail of afterimages as it pierced through the air!

"Yu Changsheng, how dare you?!"

Wang Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted, a chill rapidly spreading from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. A sense of crisis surged in his heart. He wanted to block it, but he was already seriously injured, and it was too late to deal with this sword.

Like a startled wild goose falling from the sky, this sword strike was incredibly fast! Yet it was also remarkably sharp!

"Since you dare to come, then be prepared to perish here. Whoever you are, you cowardly coward, die!"

Yu Changsheng roared, his magical power sweeping across the heavens and earth, filling the sword with its power. In an instant, the sword light shone brightly, becoming even more magnificent.

"Sizzle!"

In the moment of crisis, the sword light slashed down, and just three inches from Wang Sheng's forehead, in the latter's slightly panicked gaze, a mysterious pattern engraved on a blue jade pendant at Wang Sheng's waist suddenly flashed.

Suddenly, a cyan protective shield appeared in front of Wang Sheng, shimmering with brilliant light. A sense of indestructibility arose from the shimmering light.

The intense pressure transformed into a powerful force, emanating from the cyan protective shield.

Boom!

The next moment, the sword light slashed down and landed on the cyan protective shield. With a boom, the cyan protective shield trembled and violently rippled with an invisible wave, which dissipated the power of the sword. There was also an invisible wave, like thousands of sound waves bursting together, sweeping towards Yu Changsheng!

These ripples are formless and intangible, yet they are incredibly powerful. No amount of defense can withstand them; they are easily pierced through!

The waves swept across, and all directions fell silent. The killing intent then fell on Yu Changsheng. In an instant, Yu Changsheng trembled, his eyebrows widened, and a layer of dense blood vessels quickly spread from his eyes. His internal organs were torn apart by pain, and his blood and physical strength were exhausted and weakened under the ripples of the waves!

"Pfft pfft pfft!!"

Yu Changsheng felt a sweet taste in his throat and suddenly coughed, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The blood splattered into the void, and his cultivation was disrupted by the ripples, making it difficult to mobilize. His mind and soul felt as if they were being pricked by needles, and he was in a daze.

Blood was continuously seeping from his mouth, nose, eyes, and nose, dripping silently.

"Protected by the divine..."

After a long while, Yu Changsheng suddenly bit his tongue. As the pain on his tongue came, he forced himself to regain some clarity. A cold smile appeared in his cloudy eyes as he suppressed the shock in his mind and looked at Wang Sheng from afar with icy eyes.

This attack was not the power of the Purple Mansion, but the power of the Nascent Soul stage!

Although it wasn't the True Venerable of the Nascent Soul stage personally who took action, but rather a power unleashed from the seal, it was still incredibly astonishing.

On the other side, the cyan protective shield exploded after blocking Yu Changsheng's sword, and then dissipated.

Wang Sheng was able to catch his breath, beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked down at the blue jade pendant in his hand, on which a fine crack slowly appeared.

"Just now, if it weren't for... I'm afraid..."

Wang Sheng swallowed hard, feeling a chill rise in his heart as his mouth went dry. He gripped the cyan jade pendant tightly, exhaled a long breath, and looked at Yu Changsheng again with a solemn expression.

The cyan jade pendant was specially crafted for him by a Nascent Soul True Venerable in his family, who spared no expense in consuming his essence, cultivation, and life force. It contained a certain amount of Nascent Soul power and served as his life-saving treasure, which he always wore.

Once their life is threatened, the jade pendant will automatically activate, forming a protective and counter-shock force.

In other words, if it weren't for the protection of this jade pendant, his life would have been in grave danger from that sword strike.

How could this not shock, anger, and even fear Wang Sheng?

In particular, this Nascent Soul Treasure is extremely valuable and precious, and the Nascent Soul power within it is finite and cannot be replenished; each use reduces its remaining value.

Now, having actually wasted his time on Yu Changsheng, a cultivator of the same generation and realm, Wang Sheng felt his heart bleeding. He was filled with anger and lingering fear.

"Cough cough... What a pity."

Yu Changsheng coughed weakly twice, squinted at Wang Sheng, and then murmured softly, his gaze strange and his expression regretful, as if he were sighing.

Meanwhile, the battle between Yu Changsheng's spirit beast and the seven Purple Mansion Demonic Pirates also came to an end.

Although demonic cultivators are more powerful than cultivators of the same realm, and the seven Purple Mansion demonic cultivators have a numerical advantage, in the end, with the tacit cooperation of Yu Changsheng's several beasts, and the fact that the cultivation levels of these beasts were already higher than those of the Purple Mansion demonic cultivators, they were ultimately defeated.

As expected, the seven demonic cultivators of the Purple Mansion ultimately met a tragic end.

Thus, the Crimson Hell Dragon, the Colorful Star Deer, the Golden-Winged Roc, and the Black Tortoise returned to their respective abodes, hovering above Yu Changsheng, unleashing earth-shattering roars. Their intense beastly might enveloped Wang Sheng, transforming into a tangible sense of oppression, glaring menacingly at him.

Seeing this, Wang Sheng's expression became even more gloomy. His face, hidden behind the mask, was unpredictable. He barely suppressed the injuries in his body, felt his own condition, and looked around at the demonic pirate group that had been wiped out. He remained silent for a long time.

He knew that the situation was hopeless.

"Fine, Yu Changsheng, I'll remember you. This matter won't pass so easily. We'll meet again."

A hoarse voice came from Wang Sheng's mouth, his tone low and filled with murderous intent and helplessness. After giving Yu Changsheng a deep look, he lightly flicked his sleeve, and his figure flashed, already back on the ghost ship.

A monstrous demonic aura emanated from the ghost ship, instantly distorting the void and blurring the space. The ghost ship trembled and then traversed the void before disappearing completely.

The overwhelming pressure dissipated without a trace.

"..."

Yu Changsheng watched this scene coldly without intervening. He remained silent, coughed lightly, and a trickle of blood quietly spilled from the corner of his mouth. After wiping it away expressionlessly, the five spirit beasts turned into streams of light and returned to the inner realm.

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Thus, the crisis involving the demonic pirate group has been resolved.

At that moment, cheers erupted from the surrounding miners, echoing through the sky.

"You won? Was it that easy?"

"Notorious for wiping out the entire tyrannical demonic pirate gang that roamed these waters?"

"Just who is Elder Yu, and how could he possess such terrifying strength?!"

"Is this Elder Yu's true strength? Fighting eight Purple Mansion Demon Cultivators single-handedly—this is what a peerless genius should be like. Even the Holy Son of the Sea Beast Heavenly Island might not be able to match him!"

A cacophony of voices and exclamations of surprise filled the air. Amidst the uproar, the entire Spirit Mine Island was gripped by excitement. More than four hundred miners stared at Yu Changsheng with fervent eyes, their awe and worship reaching their peak at this moment.

When the demonic pirate group attacked, it would be a lie to say that everyone was not terrified. Even though they had the advantage in numbers, they would inevitably suffer heavy losses when facing the siege of eight Purple Mansion demonic cultivators.

Even so, out of their special affection for Yu Changsheng, they still chose to stand up, and Yu Changsheng did not disappoint them, fighting alone against all of the enemy's Purple Mansion warriors with his five beasts.

This alone was enough to excite them, and such an impressive record made everyone's admiration for Yu Changsheng almost reach a fanatical level.

At this moment, the hearts of the people on Spirit Mine Island truly converged on Yu Changsheng, with him at the center.

Faced with the exclamations of the crowd, Yu Changsheng simply smiled and looked down at the land, which was ravaged but slowly recovering. The surrounding sea was turbulent, unable to calm down for a long time due to the battle between the two sides.

Within a hundred miles, countless sea beasts floated up, their life force severed. Although the battle between the two ended quickly, its scope and impact were profound.

"If the Purple Mansion can create such power, then what kind of power must a true Nascent Soul cultivator possess?"

Yu Changsheng murmured softly for a long time, suppressing the tremor in his heart. He slowly shook his head and smiled, then moved lightly, descending from mid-air to Wei Lao's side.

"Are you alright?"

Old Wei chuckled, looked at Yu Changsheng with concern, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I was even planning to lend you a hand if you couldn't hold on any longer."

"It's nothing, just a bunch of petty scoundrels. There's no need for you to take action, Master."

Yu Changsheng chuckled and replied softly.

"you……"

Chen Xueqing's expression shifted several times, finally settling on Yu Changsheng with a complex look. She pursed her red lips and said softly:

"Yu Changsheng, you are quite good. You are even more outstanding than I thought. I thought you would be defeated by this group of demonic pirates, but I didn't expect you to have these tricks up your sleeve."

"It seems you are far more complex than you appear. As expected of the person who once killed the Holy Son of Mengyao, you have truly surprised me and made me change some of my initial thoughts."

After speaking, Chen Xueqing suppressed her astonishment, took a deep breath, her eyes glazed over, and looked at Yu Changsheng with a strange glint in them.

"The Dao Body of the Holy Son of Mengyao?"

"I don't recall ever severing the Dao body of some Mengyao Holy Son."

Upon hearing this, Yu Changsheng's expression faltered, revealing a hint of doubt, and he had a vague guess in his heart.

"Don't you know?"

Chen Xueqing was taken aback, then explained softly:

"That's Huangfu Yuanji. Do you remember him? Now, he has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and become the Holy Son of the Mengyao Holy Land."

"Huangpu Yuanji, as expected..."

Yu Changsheng suddenly realized, nodded, and looked at Chen Xueqing with a meaningful glint in his eyes: "It seems that the Holy Maiden is quite concerned about me and has specifically investigated me."

Chen Xueqing did not deny this, but smiled slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "I admit that my previous thoughts about you were somewhat one-sided."

"Your strength is indeed much greater than I imagined. Therefore, it is clearly impossible for you to become my follower."

"Do you know who that white-robed cultivator at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm you just faced was?!"

As Chen Xueqing spoke, she looked at Yu Changsheng expectantly, her eyes sparkling with surprise.

The latter remained calm and simply nodded: "I don't know, but since they've colluded with the demonic pirate group, they're definitely not good people. Who they are isn't important."

"You certainly have a carefree attitude," Chen Xueqing glanced at Yu Changsheng, "What if I told you that he is Wang Sheng?" (End of Chapter)