The Mysterious Immortal Clan: Rising from the moment I died!

"Pfft!"

Feng Qingyue suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, like a blood flower blooming in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, it felt as if his internal organs were being torn apart by an invisible hand, causing excruciating pain that was almost unbearable.

Seeing such a dangerous situation, everyone's hearts were in their throats.

"Qingyue!"

Ni Yongtang gasped in shock, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

However, at this time, she was just like everyone else, barely able to protect herself.

At this moment, Feng Qingyue did not give up the fight or fall into despair. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain and discomfort in his body, and with a flick of his wrist, took out a pill that emitted the light of a gemstone.

The moment the pill appeared in the air, an intensely rich and suffocating medicinal fragrance surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly filling the entire space.

Just one whiff of it makes you feel as if your internal organs have been nourished by sweet rain; the indescribable refreshing sensation is simply intoxicating and irresistible.

at the same time.

When Yan Chihen, amidst the sea of ​​blood, saw the pill in Feng Qingyue's hand, a sinister and cunning glint flashed in his eyes, but more than anything, it was greed and desire.

"Um!?"

He stared intently at Feng Qingyue, a twisted, ferocious smile spreading across his lips, letting out a low, hoarse laugh: "Heh heh heh... It's actually a Great Rejuvenation Pill!?"

Yan Chihen seemed to be very knowledgeable about this level of precious medicine.

As he spoke, he gently stroked his chin with his fingers, muttering to himself, "Legend has it that this pill is a peerless treasure refined by the Medicine King Peak of the Immortal Heaven Path Sect! It can not only cure any injury or even terminal illness... but it even has the power to bring the dead back to life..."

at the same time.

High above, amidst layers of clouds and mist, a mirror as dark and deep as a cloud suddenly trembled slightly.

Followed by.

A woman with a graceful figure, a charming face, and a touch of aloofness slowly emerged in the mirror.

"Um!?"

The woman in the magic mirror's eyes narrowed, her gaze first settling on Feng Qingyue's hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder: "The Great Rejuvenation Pill... it seems this Feng Qingyue is definitely not just some ordinary rogue cultivator!"

Then his gaze shifted, sweeping across the entire sea of ​​blood with lightning speed.

In that very instant.

A flicker of astonishment flashed in her eyes: "I never expected that buck-toothed guy's combat strength has already reached the mid-stage of Core Formation... Luckily, I didn't directly attack last time!"

It should be noted that the demonic cultivators in the first three halls of Black Mountain are all powerful cultivators at the late stage of Core Formation, whose combat strength is enough to rival that of immortal cultivators at the peak of Core Formation.

The demonic cultivators ranked after the Three Palaces are almost all in the mid-stage of Core Formation. Only Yan Chihen, relying on his invincibility among his peers, has always held the title of the Tenth Palace.

Unexpectedly, he, who had just won the Pill Refining Technique and advanced in Yong'an City, had already reached such terrifying combat power.

Yes, the woman was none other than Yan Poxi, who had previously sought cooperation from Yan Chihen.

At this moment, she secretly rejoiced that she hadn't acted rashly that day.

Moreover, relying on her uniquely feminine intuition, her sixth sense told her that Yan Chihen did not seem to be using her full strength.

At the same time, Yan Poxi was surprised to find that Yan Chihen's figure had completely disappeared.

"Um!?"

She murmured to herself, "How strange. Could it be that this guy's ability to hide is becoming increasingly unpredictable and mysterious?"

Think about this.

Yan Poxi instantly focused her mind and activated her divine soul power.

In an instant.

The once calm and still mirror image was now rippling like a pebble being thrown in, creating tiny ripples that spread across the surface of the water.

In the blink of an eye, the moment Yan Poxi's figure disappeared, a pair of hazy, indistinct, and alluring eyes suddenly appeared on the mirror.

In just a few breaths.

Those eyes were like two sharp sword beams, locked onto a certain spot in the sea of ​​blood.

Through layers of blood, one can see a golden elixir quietly hidden there, enveloped in extremely rich blood and qi.

Inside the Golden Core, Yan Chihen's soul lay dormant.

no doubt.

This golden pill was the one that Yan Chihen snatched from that powerful Transcending Tribulation Immortal Cultivator in Yong'an City.

After discovering the other party's whereabouts.

"Hehehe!"

The woman's lips curled into a smug smile as she murmured, "Big buck teeth, even if you possess extraordinary abilities, you can't escape my grasp! Hahahaha..."

Her maniacal laughter echoed in the mirror, seemingly carrying endless mockery and contempt.

Finally, Yan Poxi's gaze slowly moved to the outer edge of the battlefield.

There, one could clearly see a dozen or so demonic cultivators in green robes escorting many bound members of the Ni family.

Just then.

Yan Poxi suddenly blinked, a sly glint in her eyes.

Followed by.

Her eyes darted around like two ripe black grapes, and deep within them, a greedy and fierce glint flashed.

Just as Yan Poxi was secretly plotting how to double-cross someone else...

Feng Qingyue had already swallowed the precious pill, and her entire body instantly returned to its peak condition.

However, when he saw the Corpse King beating Ni Yongtang and the others, he was about to rush to their aid.

A sudden change occurred.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Countless tentacles, sharp as knives and spears, suddenly shot out from the sea of ​​blood, charging straight at Feng Qingyue's vital points with astonishing speed.

"Um!?"

Feng Qingyue was startled, her eyes sharpened, and her gaze locked onto the menacing tentacles like a hawk's.

Then, his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant, his movements as swift as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he used palms, fists, knives, hammers, and all sorts of fierce moves, dazzling and overwhelming the eyes.

"Bang bang bang..."

In just a short while.

Those seemingly indestructible tentacles were all shattered into fragments under Feng Qingyue's fierce attack, scattering all over the ground.

however.

The next moment, a shocking scene unfolded.

The tentacles, which had been shattered into countless pieces, seemed to possess life and were swallowed up by the surging sea of ​​blood at an astonishing speed!

Not only that.

Even the white-robed demonic cultivators who had been killed by the Blood Palm and the remains left over from the great battle were all mercilessly swallowed up by this strange sea of ​​blood.

In the blink of an eye.

The entire sea of ​​blood radiated an even more vigorous vitality, and a terrifying offensive swept towards Feng Qingyue like an overwhelming force.

Witnessing this scene.

Everyone felt a sudden tightness in their chest, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads.

Feng Qingyue acted decisively and quickly adjusted the offensive tactics.

He moved with ghostly agility, dodging left and right while his hands rapidly formed hand seals and he chanted, "Like a gentle spring breeze!"

In an instant.

A dazzling light burst forth from his hand, carrying with it a righteous and righteous force that swept towards the churning sea of ​​blood.

however.

This time.

This seemingly invincible Xuan-rank spell only managed to suppress the demonic flames for a fleeting moment.

"Gurgle!"

The restless blood and qi within the sea of ​​blood suddenly surged forth like a volcanic eruption, creating a monstrous surge.

Immediately afterwards, the even more violent and ferocious demonic flames, propelled by this powerful force, instantly incinerated Feng Qingyue's "Like a Spring Breeze" spell into nothingness.

"uh-huh!"

With a muffled groan, Feng Qingyue felt a sharp pain in her meridians, and almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The most troublesome thing is that Ni Yongtang's side is in dire straits and can no longer hold on!

Finally, after much internal struggle, Feng Qingyue made her decision.

He gritted his teeth, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

Finally, without hesitation, he swung his hand back, and a mysterious magical artifact, eighteen centimeters long, appeared, like a dazzling star streaking across the sky...