Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

The confrontation, the back-and-forth battles, the mutual revelations... those are just scenes from traditional Chinese operas.

A real life-or-death struggle is not something to be taken lightly.

Cursing, assassination, sneak attacks, bullying the weak, and outnumbering the few... in order to win and survive, one must stop at nothing!

In a life-or-death situation, what is fairness or morality? Only ruthless means are used to send the enemy to their doom!

Therefore, as soon as he made a move, Fang Chen chose to launch a sneak attack and used the strongest method he could muster at that moment—

Despite the damage to his spiritual center, he forcibly summoned the ultimate killing sword nurtured by the world-destroying weapon, the [Mysterious Yin Life-Slaying Sword Gourd], across realms!

In an instant, the surrounding scenery was completely swallowed up by a silent and colorless dark twilight, leaving only a deathly sword light pointing directly at the main seat in the main hall!

Fang Chen vanished, his killing intent chilling.

Even if this sword strike doesn't instantly obliterate his soul, it will certainly force him to reveal his most desperate life-saving techniques!

But at that moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he abruptly looked ahead.

Suddenly, a burst of light appeared in the boundless twilight!

Vast and boundless...

Vast and terrifying...

A radiant Pure Land suddenly appeared, and white lotuses bloomed. Through it, a body clad in a gossamer-thin garment, with exquisitely beautiful curves, seemed to embody all the purity and beauty in the world.

She wore a nine-jeweled lotus crown, an eight-treasure necklace, a seven-colored moonlight cloud brocade fairy skirt, and a rainbow ribbon with the sun and moon dancing around her shoulders. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and the clouds drifted and the petals fell in profusion... She was a being who perfectly combined the holiness of a Buddhist celestial maiden and the elegance of a Taoist fairy!

Celestial Maiden!

Anyone who sees this scene will involuntarily have this thought in their mind!

In that split second, a moment of life and death, the celestial maiden parted her lips slightly and gently touched forward with her slender hand as if plucking a flower.

Seemingly slow yet swift, seemingly illusory yet real, in the boundless twilight, it struck directly at the dark sword light that had broken through the boundaries of the turbid world, deathly silent and chilling to the bone!

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A silent collision, as fragile as glass.

Twilight, pure land, sword light in the turbid world, celestial maiden phantom... all kinds of scenes intertwine and freeze in an instant, then shatter with a bang, like ink into water, all fade away, leaving no trace!

This is... a Yang God technique?!

The opponent is indeed not simple, but after receiving this sword, he must be severely injured. It must be a time when the strong bully the weak!

Take advantage of her illness and kill him!

"kill--"

Once the decision was made, there was no more hesitation.

Fang Chen's magical power surged suddenly, no longer concealed.

The smoke and mist surged out from his sleeves, instantly turning into a thick fog that enveloped the area, completely sealing off the inside and outside and blocking any chance of escape!

And in this hall where the blood mist was thick and stagnant, and limbs and broken bones were scattered all over the floor, he brazenly rushed forward to kill!

"You're asking for it—!!!"

When Xu Lingmiao came to her senses, her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a madwoman, almost going insane.

One sword!

This is the only sword strike!

The more than ten "Incense Altar Masters" she had painstakingly recruited, the two "Lotus Platform True Men" she relied on as her allies, and even her trump card for survival, the "White Lotus Saintess Descending to Protect Spirits and Body Spell," were all reduced to ashes by this one sword!

But before she could even feel grief and anger, Fang Chen's deadly attack came one after another!

In an instant, white mist, like a raging torrent bursting its banks, swept in from all directions of the hall, engulfing everything in a flash, until no one could see their own hand in front of their face.

Immediately afterwards—

A gigantic, illusory hand, grayish-white in color, shrouded in mist, and as large as a millstone, suddenly emerged from the deepest part of the dense fog!

Its power was unparalleled, carrying an immense aura—

The Great Capture of Primordial Qi!

Ignoring Xu Lingmiao's frantically activated protective blood light and self-sacrifice spell, the giant hand slammed down!

"No—!" The piercing scream abruptly stopped.

Blood mist exploded, and flesh and bones turned to mush.

The hall was deathly silent, with only thick fog rolling in.

A moment later, a figure shrouded in a hazy mist slowly emerged from the fog and stood before the pool of flesh and blood:

"So easy to die... huh?!"

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!

The blood and flesh remains on the ground suddenly wriggled and gathered together like living things, instantly blooming into a huge, eerie lotus flower of blood and flesh.

The lotus was dark red, with clearly visible veins, and each petal had a ferocious mouth that spewed out foul blood. It suddenly closed its mouth, tightly binding the cloud-like figure!

[The Secret Demonic Technique of Lotus Cultivation in Flesh and Blood]!

This is a secret technique passed down by the White Lotus Sect, a method of sacrificing oneself to achieve revenge.

It is necessary to prepare the flesh and blood of a martial artist at the [Bone and Flesh Appearance] level in advance as a base, plant [Secret Demon Lotus Seed] in it, and sacrifice seven Dao Foundation cultivators every day for forty-nine days to create a [Lotus Root Substitute].

When faced with a fatal calamity, this technique can be activated to transfer the damage and death to a substitute, and a flesh and blood demon lotus will be generated on the spot.

This demonic lotus contains the blood and qi of soldiers, the resentful qi of fallen Dao Foundation cultivators, and a Seven Deadly Yin Soul Binding Curse. It is designed to trap and kill attackers, and is a treacherous killing move that can turn the tide of battle!

The next instant, Xu Lingmiao's figure solidified in the hall again, her beautiful face filled with hatred and killing intent, showing no trace of her previous madness.

All the madness and despair before us were merely a disguise to lure the enemy in!

To this end, he even sacrificed an extremely precious substitution technique in order to lure Fang Chen out!

"die!"

At this moment, from the void, suddenly a series of celestial scriptures and Buddhist verses resounded, like bodhisattvas chanting sutras with lowered brows, or celestial maidens scattering flowers to transmit the Dharma; their voices were ethereal, yet directly touched the heart:

"Thus have I heard: The Great Venerable Mother of Unborn Life, seeing this defiled world, felt compassion and thus transmitted the boundless Dharma of liberation, scattering heavenly flowers upon all believers. Upon the flowers falling upon the believers, they were immediately liberated and returned to their true home of emptiness..."

Before the incantation had even finished, countless shadowy ghosts suddenly appeared around Xu Lingmiao... all of them were the devout followers of the White Lotus who had been worshipped in the past and whose souls had not yet dispersed after death.

Xu Lingmiao formed a lotus mudra with his hands and chanted a divine incantation. The confused and wicked souls were guided and refined by his magical power, and in an instant, they transformed into beams of clear golden light, like talismans and seals, surrounding his body.

Each soul becomes a spell, and hundreds of souls and thousands of spells converge and flow, eventually intertwining, extending, and condensing on their own outside the body... ultimately transforming into a hazy, ethereal celestial garment, flowing with a faint golden glow, seamless and ethereal.

This garment is neither silk nor cloth, but is woven from countless intricate divine runes. It seems to possess a spirit, flowing on its own and radiating a solemn and precious light.

Once this garment is completed, even a frail mortal can borrow a trace of divine power from the guardian deity under the [Eternal Mother] and manifest sainthood upon entering the mortal realm.

【The Divine Mantra of the Eternal Mother, the Protector of the World】!

At this moment, Xu Lingmiao, wearing the believer's robe, suddenly changed her aura.

Within his originally slender body, a powerful aura was faintly visible, and his bones seemed to emit the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling, revealing the essence of the martial arts realm of "refining marrow and changing blood."

A thousand miles away, a venerable cultivator could take a head with his flying sword. Yet, within three feet, every martial artist was an enemy of their own nation!

At this moment, Xu Lingmiao, draped in celestial robes, exuded a surge of aura, revealing a hint of the unparalleled divine charm of a human immortal martial artist.

With a punch, his inner energy converged at a single point, condensing into a violent shockwave that then exploded violently, completely obliterating the Blood Lotus and the misty figure!

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it suddenly exploded, and the powerful sound waves converged at one point and burst out. The green eaves and tall pillars of the hall were impacted by this, and countless cracks appeared. The powerful air waves rolled out like the tide, surging out layer by layer like ocean waves!

The power of one punch is so terrifying!

I'm afraid that the hundred soldiers and the three-zhang-tall demon beast would all be killed by this punch!

However, as soon as the punch was thrown, the celestial light surrounding Xu Lingmiao dimmed abruptly. Her expression changed drastically; instead of joy, she showed horror:

"Oh no, this is fake..."

Before the words were even finished, the deathly aura and malevolent energy permeating the void, along with the turbid sword light and cloud-like magical power, suddenly converged and solidified, transforming into a giant scythe entwined with the aura of the netherworld, silently enveloping everything—

Death... Harvest!