Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

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A perfectly round object rolled down the bluestone ground, leaving a dark red trail of blood, and finally came to rest at the feet of the skeleton warrior.

It was as big as a bucket, with black hair flowing like a waterfall, lips adorned with cinnabar, eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting, and eyes slightly closed... It was actually the head of a beautiful woman!

The look in his eyes still held fear and resentment, and contained the despair of his last moments.

The moment the White Bone Warrior saw this face, the soul fire within his skull surged violently, the eerie green flames leaping wildly, revealing intense shock and rage.

This is clearly... the head of the woman in human skin!

"To be honest, fellow Daoist..." Fang Chen dipped his blood-stained right hand into the churning clouds around him to wash away the blood, then stepped forward. "Of the three of you, the one who poses the greatest threat to me is actually you."

"The [Innate White Bone Demon God Great Art] inherited by the [Yin Bone Workshop] is a superior demonic technique that directly targets the primordial spirit realm. Although your sect only possesses a fragment and cannot fathom its mysteries, it is already enough to dominate at this level. Compared to those evil sects that use techniques to form cults and those low-level animal-creating heretical sects, I must treat it with greater caution."

"However, the Soul-Seizing Sect's methods are unpredictable, and their Animal-Creating Technique has the ability to immobilize and imprison. If we were to engage in a prolonged battle, it would only increase the unpredictability. Therefore, I can only ask that you leave it for last, fellow Daoist... I hope you will understand."

His tone was gentle and his words were polite, as if he were a hermit attending a banquet to discuss philosophy.

But the chilling killing intent revealed in his words caused the White Bone Warrior's soul fire to shrink abruptly.

The White Bone Warrior remained silent for a moment, then his skull opened and closed, producing a rough, grinding sound like bones rubbing together.

"Given your character and abilities, why not join my Xuanmen sect? The Zhengyang Dao is already a dying, stagnant tree, merely clinging to life. My Xuanmen sect has always valued talent above all else, without being bound by convention. If you come, you will surely be highly valued, and your future will be bright..."

"Hehe." Fang Chen chuckled, interrupting, "Do you, fellow Daoist, believe such words yourself?"

Without waiting for a response, he continued:

"As far as I know, you have been stuck at the Mage realm for decades, haven't you? Why have you been so reluctant to break through, preferring to let your soul decay? Is it truly because you are powerless, or... are you afraid that once you break through, you will become someone else's prey?"

The white bone warrior's soul fire suddenly surged, clearly having its thoughts exposed, but it said nothing more, instead raising its head and letting out a long howl:

"It seems that today... it's a matter of life and death!"

After speaking, his figure suddenly grew taller, his bones cracking and popping, and a hideous phantom image about three zhang tall with jagged white bones condensed behind him.

The phantom roared silently, its bone claws tearing through the air, carrying a torrent of Yin and death energy, descending upon Fang Chen!

However, its true form transformed into a pale white streak of light and flew away rapidly in the opposite direction, intending to use this powerful attack as cover to escape far away!

"A trivial skill."

Fang Chen smiled slightly, neither dodging nor avoiding, but simply raised his palm and pressed forward lightly.

The moment the skeletal phantom touched three feet in front of him, it shattered as if it had hit an invisible barrier, turning into bone dust that scattered everywhere... This was clearly just an illusion, meant to cover his escape!

"Fellow Daoist, do you perhaps think that I, Fang, was merely having a casual conversation with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the direction in which the White Bone Warrior had fled suddenly stopped.

In the darkness, it seemed as if invisible chains emerged from the void, binding his body and fixing him firmly in place, unable to move an inch!

Only then did the White Bone Warrior realize that the Daoist Mingjun, who had previously fled, had quietly returned.

He stood beside a pillar in the hall, holding aloft an ancient token with runes flowing across it, subtly echoing the remaining formations of the entire temple.

Although nearly half of the formation's power had been drawn away by Yin Shi, and most of the remaining power was used to maintain the outer battle line, the little power left was simply insufficient to truly suppress the White Bone Warriors.

But at the crucial moment of its escape, a slight delay was enough!

"Fellow Daoist..."

Fang Chen stepped forward slowly, his sleeves swirling with mist, and said softly:

"We've set off."

In an instant, a dark yellow Earth True Seal appeared faintly above Fang Chen's spiritual platform in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is a geomantic inscription formed from the dark earth, capable of drawing in the earth's turbid energy, gathering yin energy, and harnessing the power of the earth's veins.

At this moment, the spiritual power, the earth's yin energy, and the filth of the turbid world, under the control of the earth seal, frantically converged and condensed in the air in front of Fang Chen.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal, dark, and misty hand emerged from the void, extending half of its fingers.

Its shape resembles an overturned mountain, its texture is like swirling turbid fog, and between the opening and closing of its five fingers, there are faint sounds of earth energy rumbling and gloomy wind howling, and it also carries a fierce aura that is heavy and solid, as if it wants to crush the things in front of it into dust.

"No--!"

The soul fire within the skull of the White Bone Warrior suddenly ignited, frantically burning the power of his consciousness, his three souls and seven spirits, and even the essence of his white bones, actually managing to forcefully break free from the invisible array force by an inch!

click-

A layer of pale, bone-like armor, somewhere between reality and illusion, suddenly appeared, completely covering his entire body.

Immediately, it thrust its hand into its own spine and pulled it out forcefully!

The severed spine, upon leaving the body, grew rapidly in the wind, instantly transforming into a giant white bone scythe over ten feet long. The scythe's blade was long and slender, its edge winding like a crescent moon, exuding a strong sense of deathly stillness.

The Bone Warrior gripped the scythe handle, the soul fire in his skull turned ghostly white, and his form completely transformed into a skeletal demon with a head ablaze with blue flames and a giant scythe in his hand.

This is the true form of the Yuan Chen White Bone Technique. If one goes a step further, it will be comparable to the Yang Shen Zhenjun's Innate White Bone Technique, and it can even borrow a trace of the power of the Innate White Bone Demon God from the darkness!

"die!"

Instead of retreating, the skeletal warrior advanced, slashing horizontally with his bone scythe. Dense death energy exploded like waves of ink, and countless pale skulls shrieked as they rushed out, devouring everything in their path.

Its true form followed closely behind, raising its bone sickle high and bringing it down fiercely!

Faced with this desperate attack, Fang Chen remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips. He slowly raised his right hand, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, and pressed it forward.

In an instant, the power of the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness, the essence and magic power in the dantian, the Earthly Fiend Man Seal, the Heavenly and Earthly Seals, and even the boundless vitality contained in the Chariot and Horse Fungus in the sleeve... all these powers blended together seamlessly under this one press, becoming one.

"Primordial Qi... Great Capture!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant, gray, misty hand suddenly moved.

With fingers spread wide, carrying an unparalleled and domineering aura, he swept them lightly forward—

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The pale white skulls that rushed in from all directions crumbled upon contact, exploding one after another like bubbles, turning into wisps of gray smoke.

The giant hand continued its relentless advance, piercing straight through the surging death energy. Its five fingers closed, precisely and accurately, firmly grasping the skeleton warrior who was halfway through his scythe attack in its palm!

"No...you can't..."

From within the bone palm came the horrified roar of the Bone Warrior, a roar accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

"May you have a safe journey, fellow Daoist."

Fang Chen ignored him and only spoke softly.

He then loosely clenched his right hand and suddenly gripped it tightly.

puff-

A muffled explosion came from within the bone palm, and then there was no more life.

Thus, the three true disciples of the evil cult who came to launch the sneak attack were all killed!

"Senior brother..."

Fang Chen was about to turn around, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and a sense of alarm arose in his heart!

He suddenly turned his head and saw a pale white shadow standing silently in the void behind him.

Its form was elusive, its aura cold and deathly, carrying an invisible pressure... It was clearly a Yin God's Dharma Image!

Before he could react, the Yin spirit had already raised its hand, and a large, bony hand, carrying a chilling aura, silently pressed down on his back.

A chilling thought then spread:

"Yuan Chen White Bones...Great Capture!"

He actually dared to launch a sneak attack on the Dao Foundation with the dignity of a True Man of Yin!