Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

On the altar, the blood-red patterns gradually faded, and the ancient bronze cauldron on the central table trembled slightly, as if it were somewhat dissatisfied.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiangzhu's face turned bitter, and the blood flow from the wound on her arm continued to accelerate.

"If I die, the Wanling Powder will be gone. When the sect investigates, even if you become the personal disciple of the Iron Stone Martial Arts School, it won't be of any use!" He shouted at Li Xiong in a somewhat manic manner.

Not far away, Li Xiong suddenly retreated, carrying a long sword full of nicks. He glanced at Yang Xiangzhu on the altar and Li Hui, who was lying limp on the ground, and sighed.

He then lightly touched the ground with his feet and darted toward the altar.

Zhou Chen did not stop him. Instead, he stood still, nocked the second eagle-feather arrow, and slowly drew back the Crimson Flower Bow.

Li Xiong had already noticed that Zhou Chen still had two arrows in his quiver, and as he ran toward the altar, he kept a close watch on the movements behind him.

The bowstring snapped, and his pores contracted instantly, allowing him to change position at any moment.

"not good!"

The next moment, he froze, realizing that the eagle feather arrow was not aimed at him or Master Yang.

Instead, it was Li Hui who was weak and useless on the sidelines.

He hurled the bull demon's body from his hand and sprinted towards his younger brother, causing the ground to tremble.

"Moo..."

The eagle-feathered arrow pierced through the bull demon's body, momentarily halting its momentum.

It wasn't until the bull demon slowed the momentum of the eagle feather arrow that Li Hui, who was lying on the ground, saw the arrow coming from a distance.

He watched as Li Xiong rushed towards him, and let out a heart-wrenching wail, "Big...Big Brother, save me—"

Just before the eagle-feathered arrow struck Li Hui, the towering figure suddenly appeared in front of Li Hui to block it.

"Thump..."

The arrow, its momentum slowed, struck Li Xiong squarely in the waist and abdomen, making a dull thud as it pierced the leather.

Li Xiong frowned, clutching his lower abdomen, as the arrow had aggravated an old wound.

"elder brother!"

"I'm not dead, hahaha, I'm not dead." Li Hui searched his body for a while and found no wounds. He was overjoyed and didn't even notice that Li Xiong was injured.

Hearing the words behind him, Li Xiong wished he could immediately stomp Li Hui to death.

But back to reality, he grabbed the tip of the eagle feather arrow, swung his long sword, and cut off the part of the arrow that was exposed. At the same time, he controlled the muscles around the wound to contract and suppress the injury.

As for the arrowhead embedded in his body with barbs, that can only be dealt with after the man is killed.

Li Xiong's eyes were fierce. Hearing Yang Xiangzhu's urging from the altar, he immediately walked up to the bull demon and kicked it.

The bull demon let out a mournful howl, and its enormous body landed right on the altar.

When Yang Xiangzhu saw the bull demon who had been brought to the altar after several twists and turns, he made up his mind that he would set up several pillars around the altar to bind the offerings in the future.

In this way, the master of the sacrifice can have complete control over the timing of the offerings.

Just then, another eagle-feathered arrow shot straight at us like a meteor.

"Heh, your aim is still a bit off." Yang Xiangzhu sneered inwardly, having predicted that the arrow would land several steps away from him.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically.

and many more!

Just a few steps away was the Cauldron of No Life!

His face contorted with rage, and he brandished his locust wood sword to block the ancient bronze cauldron that was extracting the tendons and bones of the bull demon.

clang……

The eagle-feather arrow, powerful enough to pierce through the body of a demon beast, struck the Wusheng Cauldron with a loud bang.

The sharp arrowhead was flattened, and the arrow shaft, made of yellow mulberry wood, exploded, turning into wood chips that scattered everywhere.

The Wusheng Cauldron, which had been blocking the arrows, was knocked over, and countless incense ash scattered inside.

Yang Xiangzhu, who was a step too late, saw the Wusheng Cauldron fall and his face changed drastically, turning deathly pale.

He immediately threw down the locust wood magic sword and rushed out of the altar.

Suddenly, a cold wind arose, and countless incense ashes flew in the air, as if they were countless sentient insects swarming towards the only flesh-and-blood creature inside the altar.

"No, don't!" Before Master Yang even stepped out of the altar, his entire body was already enveloped in layers of incense ash.

A series of soft chewing sounds rang out, and soon only a half-golden skeleton remained on the altar.

Upon entering the Bone Forging Realm, martial artists use their blood and qi to forge their bones, temper their skeletal structure, and create a golden body.

When one reaches the Great Completion stage, all 206 bones in one's body will turn into a pale gold color. However, this Master Yang has clearly not yet completed the bone forging process, as only half of his skeleton is emitting a golden light.

Zhou Chen saw the incense ash gushing out after the ancient bronze cauldron collapsed, and a familiar scent flooded his mind.

"A plague monster?" He looked surprised and uncertain, hesitant to confirm.

Through numerous attempts, Zhou Chen has come to realize that the old world he enters daily through the panel is not interconnected with the material world in the real world.

However, the description of the "unknown animal hair" sold in the peddler's box that day stated that it could be used in any world.

Perhaps, this incense ash is also a product of the old world?

In this world, others can also enter the old world and bring the dust and ashes of the plague monsters into reality after their deaths.

His heart sank, and he felt a sudden, inexplicable sense that his deepest secret had been revealed.

In just a few breaths, the incense ash that had devoured Yang Xiangzhu's flesh and blood slid off the half-golden skeleton from the altar and surged outwards like a swarm of bees.

The instant the incense ash poured out of the altar, blinding lightning struck down from the sky.

With a hiss, it struck the incense ash squarely, exploding into a dazzling arc of electricity.

The incense ash struck by lightning emitted wisps of blue smoke, then fell silent as if dust had settled on the ground.

Before Zhou Chen could think further, Li Xiong, his eyes bloodshot with rage, had already arrived.

With Master Yang dead, his Wanling Powder and the promised reward naturally vanished.

At this moment, Li Xiong deeply regretted not killing Zhou Chen directly because of his injuries.

Now, because of a momentary lapse in judgment, years of planning have been ruined.

"You deserve to die!"

In a clearing in the woods, Li Xiong, carrying the thick-backed longsword left by Yang Xiangzhu under the altar, smiled faintly.

He was a full head taller than Zhou Chen, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and bulging muscles, but his face was extremely handsome, exuding a dignified and resolute aura.

At that moment, he stood there, like a mountain.

"Zhou Dongrong, did you kill him?" Zhou Chen asked.

"So what if it is, and so what if it isn't?"

Li Xiong chuckled and strode forward, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

He then swung the long sword from his back, without any fancy moves, and cleaved it down on his head!

Feeling the dull groan of the blade tearing through the air, Zhou Chen's heart sank.

This person held back just now!

The telepathic abilities were used to their fullest extent.

In Zhou Chen's eyes, Li Xiong's movements seemed to be stretched out and disassembled.

The trajectory of the long sword as it slashed down, and even the lines of muscle exertion, were clearly imprinted in my mind.

Zhou Chen stomped his left foot hard and twisted his body half a foot to the right.

"Waaah—"

The dull thud of the blade brushed past him, and he seized the opportunity to thrust the dagger forward, aiming straight for Li Xiong's ribs.

The dagger came at Li Xiong, but he paid no attention, as if the dagger wasn't aimed at him at all.

He lunged forward, his left arm snapping shut, his elbow thrusting like a spear straight at Zhou Chen's face.

Seeing this, Zhou Chen could only retract his dagger and lean back to dodge the attack.

Li Xiong wielded his longsword with incredible speed, each strike faster than the last.

Zhou Chen stepped back, like a small boat in the deep sea, dodging and weaving through the gaps in the blades, unable to find any opening to counterattack.