Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Before Zhou Chen could answer, Yang Jian suddenly staggered a few steps.

A deathly aura surged within those clear, black-and-white eyes, their light restrained.

His aura fluctuated wildly, with righteous divine light and all-consuming death light each occupying half of his body, vying for supremacy.

Gradually, Yang Jian's eyes lost focus and reason, leaving only violence and chaos, and the last trace of golden divinity in his eyes.

Yang Jian's body, which resembled a solitary, proud pine tree, suddenly darkened, as if the night had obscured the sun, and his qi and blood strength was barely maintained at the Yi Jin level.

At this moment, he stood opposite Zhou Chen, his lifeless eyes staring at Zhou Chen, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"The entire universe is destined to be ravaged by a great calamity, forbidding all living beings from dwelling there!"

A hoarse, broken voice, seemingly composed of countless superimposed wills, uttered from Erlang Shen's mouth.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished!

The next moment, Zhou Chen heard the clang of weapons breaking through the ground.

Looking back, Erlang Shen was walking towards him unhurriedly, holding a weapon with a black dragon swallowing its mouth pattern horizontally.

At the top of the handle, a narrow, sharp blade extends out, branching off at the very front.

The central blade is the longest and widest, resembling a sword tip, while the two secondary blades on either side are slightly shorter, like crescent moons guarding the blade.

"A three-pointed, double-edged sword!"

At this moment, although Erlang Shen, whose strength was being corrupted by the aura of death, was only at the Yi Jin level, the pressure he exerted on Zhou Chen was greater than that of any other powerful figure he had ever seen.

Divine power is like a prison!

Suddenly, Erlang Shen moved.

Zhou Chen frantically activated his spiritual tracking ability, barely managing to catch a blurry afterimage as it hurtled straight towards him!

Before he could react, Zhou Chen instinctively held the long staff horizontally in front of him, his blood and qi surging, as if smoke were billowing into the sky above his head.

"clang!!!"

The side edge of the three-pointed double-edged sword struck the rusted shaft of the long staff.

The rusty stick made a teeth-grinding bending sound, and large patches of rust peeled off its surface.

Zhou Chen's arms, which were holding the stick, cracked and popped, and his clothes were torn apart, fluttering like willow catkins.

At this moment, the immense force from the stick reached his chest and abdomen, causing the capillaries on Zhou Chen's skin to burst inch by inch, spewing up clouds of blood mist.

The person flew more than ten feet like a cannonball, crashing into the half of the statue's foot on its base, sending up a cloud of gold dust.

Although both of them possessed the same level of Yi Jin Jing aura, the difference between them was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Zhou Chen could sense that the aura of the "Erlang Shen" in front of him was not much stronger than his own.

However, the strength of his physical body and the subtlety of his power exertion far exceeded Zhou Chen's comprehension!

Perhaps, even the strongest Yi Yan he had ever seen in the real world was not as powerful as the "Erlang Shen" before him.

Struggling to his feet from the golden dust of the statue, Zhou Chen was in excruciating pain in his chest and abdomen, fearing that most of his bones had been broken.

Erlang Shen's ashen eyes remained unmoved; that slash just now was merely a casual strike.

The next moment, he twisted his wrist, and the three-pointed double-edged sword, like a blue lightning bolt, slashed horizontally once more.

Zhou Chen stared at the streak of sword light before him, goosebumps rising all over his body, as if every space around him had been sealed off.

He stood with his feet apart, activated the Zhenyue Pillar, and his mind returned to calm.

Then, his arms, which had just recovered from the soreness and numbness, gripped the rusty long stick tightly, and his blood and energy flowed into it.

The shadow of the staff swung around like a vortex, enveloping Zhou Chen's entire body as he desperately tried to block the omnipresent blade light.

"Clang! Sizzle! Snap!"

The sounds of knives clashing, blades piercing flesh, and bones shattering were incessant.

Each time the sword and staff clashed, Zhou Chen felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, his tiger's mouth split open, and the solidified blood and qi in his body were almost shattered by the surrounding pressure.

In just a few breaths, he was covered in wounds and blood, relying solely on muscle memory to swing his long staff and mechanically defend himself.

At this moment, the rusty staff, propelled by the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, had its red-hot tip burst into flames.

[Crimson Flame Staff Technique Progress +20]

【Crimson Flame Staff Technique (Minor Success, 22%)】

At the same time, a streak of cyan-gold blade light shattered the crimson light and shadow, rapidly magnifying in Zhou Chen's pupils.

"puff--"

Zhou Chen froze, the three-pointed double-edged sword already slashing diagonally across his chest and abdomen.

The excruciating pain shot through him, and his life force, blood and energy, and even his consciousness vanished with that single cut.

Erlang Shen slowly retracted his three-pointed double-edged sword, the blade spotless and spotless, not a drop of blood on it.

He watched the corpse on the ground slowly turn into white mist and dissipate, a faint trace of loss flashing across his deathly gray eyes.

It was as if they were expecting something, but then nothing came of it.

After a while, the sky was still a deathly gray, and the dim divine light barrier shrank a little more, but nothing changed.

Tread!

Erlang Shen mechanically walked toward the dilapidated Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Temple in front of him, his steps firm, as if nothing could change his mind.

As he crossed the high threshold in front of the temple, chains shimmering with golden divinity rushed towards him, connecting to his tall and imposing figure, and the golden divinity in his ashen eyes gradually intensified.

With a creak, the temple gate quietly closed.

"I thought it was that mischievous monkey who brought Xiaotian to find me."

A sigh drifted out within the divine light barrier.

Outside the temple, the half of the statue's foot on its base has shrunk even further, almost completely covered by the surrounding gold dust.

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[Can the effects of fragrance be used to reconnect with the soul?]

In the midst of chaos, Zhou Chen's consciousness was blurred, and he could only see the information on the panel flashing before his eyes.

"no!"

He quickly made his choice after a moment's thought.

The next moment, thick white mist rose up.

On the bed in the house, Zhou Chen's face was contorted with rage as he slowly opened his eyes, inhaling the cold air.

weak!

Unprecedented weakness!

This was Zhou Chen's second death in the old world, and the experience was still incredibly real.

Death in the old world was like the spirit being completely shattered and then forcibly reassembled by some mysterious force.

In the real world, the physical body may be unharmed, but for a severely damaged mind to control the body is like a weak helmsman trying to steer a ship hundreds of feet long—extremely difficult.

Zhou Chenqiang mustered his strength, rolled out of bed, and assumed the stance of the Zhenyue Pillar.

After achieving a minor breakthrough in Zhenyue Zhuang (a type of standing meditation), aside from the wondrous effects of internal visualization, Zhou Chen found himself feeling refreshed and full of energy after each session, with results even better than after a night's sleep.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and hands clasped in a circle.

A cool sensation washed over me, and the intense pain of death in the old world slowly receded.

At this moment, Zhou Chen focused his mind and summoned the control panel, examining it carefully.

Name: Zhou Chen

[Realm: Yi Jin Jing]

【23:59:42】

【Fine: 10】

[Qi: 0.0]

[God: 0.3 (1.6)]

[Supernatural Ability: Psychic Tracking (Mastery, 10%)]

【72 Transformations (Beginner, 0%)】

【Skill: Zhenyue Stance (Minor Success, 9%)】

【Crimson Flame Staff Technique (Minor Success, 22%)】

【Red Flame Scripture (Mastery, 0%)】

Archery (Mastery, 9%)

【Trap (Beginner, 15%)】

[None of the items]

[Qingfuqian: 200]

Looking at the significant increase in proficiency with the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, Zhou Chen recalled his final strike before his death.

The wisps of fire floating on the tip of the staff are already a sign of mastery of the Crimson Flame Staff Technique.

If it weren't for his splitting headache, he would definitely have gone to the training ground to seize this moment of inspiration and thoroughly understand it.