Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

The chime for crossing the dead.

After the chime sounded, all was silent, and there were no survivors within a radius of thirty feet.

As the sound of the chime dissipated, Zhou Youyuan felt a chill run down his spine, even through the light screen.

He had seen this scene before; it was exactly the same method that mysterious person used to freeze space when Zhao Donglai died.

In other words, Sun Youde's magic weapon and his foundation-building techniques are related?

On the screen, Sun Youde's actions continued.

This magic weapon is clearly something that will hurt the enemy a thousand times but also harm yourself eight hundred times.

As the bronze chime fell, he spat a mouthful of blood onto Miaoyin's face. He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his short sword, and it took him a while to recover from the shock.

When Sun Youde first obtained this magical artifact, he was just a naive young man who had just opened the Yellow Court.

While running errands for my sect on the north slope of Wanku Mountain, I passed by an abandoned mine. There were no restrictions at the entrance, and inside lay seven or eight corpses, not a single one alive, all with the same death appearance.

Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, but his face was peaceful, as if he were asleep.

He searched through everyone's storage bags and finally found a bronze chime about the length of a finger on the waist of the corpse at the very back.

After studying it for a long time, I finally figured out how to use it.

With a resounding chime, using divine sense as a blade, those within a radius without divine sense had their sea of ​​consciousness shattered, dying instantly.

Even if one has traversed the Heavenly Palace and possesses divine consciousness, which can offer some resistance, it can still cause significant damage.

Then, taking advantage of the power of this treasure, he rose through the ranks until he became a subordinate of that important figure.

Once this mission is completed, foundation building is within reach!

……

Sun Youde knelt on the ground for a while to recover before continuing his actions.

He first squatted down and closed Miaoyin's eyes, gently stroking her eyelids with his thumb and forefinger, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

Then she took off her and Weiping's storage bags and tied them around her waist.

As a qualified disciple of Shuiyue, he clearly distinguished between keeping his companions' eyes closed and keeping their belongings safe.

After doing all this, he walked toward the direction where Pei Changgeng had fallen.

Pei Changgeng's eyes were open, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and he looked just like Miaoyin in death.

Sun Youde squatted down to unpack his storage bag, still talking non-stop: "Senior Brother Pei, I told you before that if you didn't interfere, I would let you go, but you insisted..."

The soil beneath their feet arched up.

Almost instantly, he pulled out a talisman, dodged, and teleported.

Shuiyue's years of combat experience saved Sun Youde's life.

The soil beneath Pei Changgeng's body cracked open, and dark red vines emerged from the fissures, one after another, covered with dense barbs.

First, it swept around the surrounding area, clearing away any obstacles that could cause secondary damage.

Then, starting from Pei Changgeng's ankles, the wrapping went up, past his knees, and over his chest, turning his entire body into a dark red cocoon.

……

Outside the light screen, Zhou Youyuan watched Pei Changgeng's vine-like movements fail and could only sigh in regret.

With the "Record of Sending Off the Dead" binding him, none of Pei Changgeng's methods were secrets to him.

The Shifting Stars, the Rooting Technique, the Yin Spring Sword, and the three torrential punches—none of them could withstand that single strike from the chime stone.

But "The Blood Transformation of Withered Wood" is possible.

Inside the screen, the vines inside the cocoon were changing color. Blood droplets on the barbs shattered and seeped into the vines, the crimson fading to dark brown, the dark brown to grayish-white, and finally turning into the color of withered wood, peeling off piece by piece.

Pei Changgeng's hands were revealed first, followed by his entire body.

His face was ashen, his breathing was labored like a bellows, and all his muscles were trembling, but he was still alive.

I died in your place, and it saved my life.

He glanced down at the shattered, withered vines covering his body and made a hand seal.

The corpse of Wei Ping, who was closest to him, began to shrivel. His skin seemed to be squeezed inward by an invisible hand, and extremely fine blood-red lines of energy seeped out from the shrivelated skin, drifting toward Pei Changgeng's palm.

The lines are very thin and the color is very light.

His complexion changed from gray to pale. Although he hadn't fully recovered, he was at least still capable of fighting.

On the other side, Sun Youde also took out a talisman with a crimson gold pattern from his storage bag.

At this point in the battle, words are no longer of any use.

Both sides knew perfectly well that the only way to end this was for one of them to die completely.

"Senior Brother Pei, you're really tough."

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Youde preemptively activated the talisman in his hand.

A semi-transparent blade of light burst forth from the talisman, silently traversing the five-step distance between the two, heading straight for Pei Changgeng's neck.

Pei Changgeng's right foot was still on the broken, withered vines when he suddenly leaned forward...

As the stars shifted and the winds raged, he remained untouched by any magic, charging straight towards the blade of light.

The blade flashed past his back, slicing a piece of his robe but not touching his flesh.

Five steps become three.

Sun Youde frowned, and quickly flicked out another talisman with his left hand. The spiritual light rapidly drew a light array half a person's height under Pei Changgeng's feet. An invisible suction force burst out from the center of the light array, pressing down on his legs.

Pei Changgeng's feet were pinned down for most of the breath, but he didn't care. Body cultivators had faced this situation many times before.

With a stomp of his foot, a blue dragon coiled its roots, and its green tendrils emerged from the sole of his foot, shattering the runes of the light array.

Sun Youde's face darkened, but his hands didn't stop. He made a hand seal and uttered a low "Imperial Edict".

The spiritual pressure spread out from between his eyebrows, pushing towards Pei Changgeng layer by layer.

A spiritual assault is a technique available only after one has traversed the Heavenly Palace.

Against opponents below the ninth level of Qi Refining, victory is practically guaranteed.

However, Pei Changgeng was, after all, a cultivator who had once stepped into the Heavenly Palace. Although he had fallen from grace and could not withstand Du Wangqing's blade, this simple spiritual attack could not easily subdue him.

Sun Youde's spiritual pressure did indeed make him pause for a moment, his steps faltered, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that was all.

He didn't stop, and continued to rush forward.

Only two steps left.

For an outstanding body cultivator, this distance, a mere difference of one or two levels of cultivation, is of little use.

It was obvious that Sun Youde also knew this. Seeing that his spiritual attack had not achieved the desired effect, his expression also turned slightly ugly. As he took a step back, he took out a palm-sized bronze furnace from his storage bag.

He tapped the furnace lid, and the dark red pill that the crouching beast had been holding in its mouth rolled out.

It exploded upon landing, and a thick, dark red fog surged outwards, enveloping an area of ​​ten feet in just a few breaths.

Pei Changgeng plunged headfirst into the thick fog, his ears ringing.

Looking out, everything was a hazy reddish blur, and even the ground beneath my feet felt indistinct.

Most of the five senses were sealed off.

Physical cultivation relies on keen senses and quick reactions. Suppressing the five senses like this is like being beaten blindfolded.

"Tiger Soul Burning Heart Pill, I got it from a bounty two years ago, originally intended for my own breakthrough."

Sun Youde's voice came from the fog, its direction uncertain:

"I didn't want to eat it, but it turned out to be just right to serve it to Senior Brother Pei."

A wave of spiritual pressure pushed over Pei Changgeng from his right, another suppression of his divine sense, even heavier than before, causing him to stagger half a step to the left.

A stone flew from another direction and hit my ribs with a dull thud.

A stone thrown by hand cannot be reacted to by the shifting stars, but it also does not cause any harm to a body cultivator.

only……

Another one hit his knee with a dull thud.

It's a feint attack.

A dark, short sword flew through the mist, devoid of light or gleam, its angle extremely tricky, aimed straight for the back of the neck...

This was Sun Youde's last resort.