The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

"Vice Hall Master Liu, you're finally back! Just now, your men and I tried to attack Qin Changye's friends and successfully forced Qin Changye out, but Qin Changye is too powerful. He killed all your men. You must act swiftly and decisively to eliminate Qin Changye. No, you can't kill him easily. You must tear him to pieces to avenge your men."

Zhang Wutian straightened up again and urged Liu Xiaoyao loudly.

Snapped!

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Xiaoyao slapped him to the ground: "Who do you think you are, daring to teach me how to do things?"

Zhang Wutian spat out teeth and blood, and hurriedly waved his hand, saying he dared not.

"And my junior brother, I may make things difficult for you, but who do you think you are, daring to disobey my orders and harass him while I'm away?"

Liu Xiaoyao drew his sword from his waist and aimed it at Zhang Wutian's neck.

Zhang Wutian was instantly terrified: "Vice Hall Master Liu, we are all members of the Initial Saint Sect. If you dare to kill me, aren't you afraid of being punished by the Enforcement Hall and the Ninth Elder of the Initial Saint Sect?"

Liu Xiaoyao sneered: "Ridiculous. I am from the Enforcement Hall. Who can hold me accountable? As for Elder Jiu, when we get back, I will tell him that you and my subordinates all died at the hands of Qin Changye."

boom!

As soon as Liu Xiaoyao finished speaking, his sword slashed down with lightning speed, and Zhang Wutian's head slammed heavily to the ground.

For Liu Xiaoyao, killing Zhang Wutian was no different from killing a dog.

His gaze then fell on Qin Changye: "Choose one! Will you obediently cripple your cultivation and surrender, or will I personally shatter your dantian and carry you back to the Initial Saint Sect to report to the Ninth Elder?"

"I choose to personally shatter your dantian, snap your neck, and take responsibility for both killing and burying you!"

Qin Changye raised his ink sword, his face filled with fierce fighting spirit.

Judging from Liu Xiaoyao's aura, it's not hard to sense that his cultivation level is at least at the peak of the seventh level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

This level of cultivation is enough for Qin Changye to take it seriously and have a thoroughly enjoyable battle.

Once he is killed and his body buried in the third level of the Burial Tower, he will become Qin Changye's strongest immortal puppet to date, without exception.

"I've seen plenty of stubborn people, but I've never seen anyone like you who's still stubborn even when death is imminent!"

Liu Xiaoyao, wielding his sword, slashed at Qin Changye.

Whether it was on the orders of the Ninth Elder or to avenge his subordinates, Qin Changye must die today.

Qin Changye did not hesitate and went to meet them with his ink sword in hand.

There is no defense, only offense.

Because the best defense is the best offense.

The battle is in full swing.

Qin Changye, at the initial stage of the third level of the Imperial Martial Realm, fought against Liu Xiaoyao, who was at the peak of the seventh level of the Imperial Martial Realm, and was not at a disadvantage at all.

This left countless onlookers below in awe, unable to help but look up in awe.

Especially in the imperial city, countless citizens of the Great Qin Dynasty watched, their shouts of "Holy crap!" and "Awesome!" rising and falling, lasting for a long time.

This activated Qin Changye's Human Emperor Immortal Body, causing him to absorb a large wave of faith power.

His cultivation level directly upgraded from the initial stage of the third level of the Imperial Martial Realm to the intermediate stage of the third level of the Imperial Martial Realm.

This was only a minor advancement in cultivation level, but its impact on Qin Changye's combat strength was quite significant.

The situation has taken a turn for the worse.

The two, who were originally evenly matched, are now showing signs of Qin Changye putting Liu Xiaoyao at a disadvantage as Qin Changye's cultivation level improves.

Liu Xiaoyao was stunned!

When he arrived, he saw that more than a dozen of his men had died, and he even doubted that Qin Changye had killed them.

At this moment, all doubts vanished, and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration. He had never seen such a capable young man before!

"If we don't pay a price and kill you today, once you grow stronger, not only me, not only the Ninth Elder, but the entire First Saint Sect behind us will likely be plunged into utter ruin!"

A resolute glint flashed in Liu Xiaoyao's eyes; he was clearly going to go all out.

The next moment, his black robe suddenly billowed out, and he let out a sinister laugh: "Young man, today I will show you what true evil magic is!"

Before he finished speaking, countless fine black corpse threads suddenly shot out from the pores of his body, stretching out freely in mid-air like living things.

Each strand of corpse was entwined with a twisted remnant soul, countless in number, emitting mournful howls that sent chills down the spines of those who heard them.

This sudden change shocked all the onlookers.

"What kind of evil magic is this?"

Ren Pingsheng exclaimed in surprise. At this moment, the image of his senior brother Liu Xiaoyao was completely unfamiliar to him, and he was even terrified.

"If I'm not mistaken, your 'good' senior brother cultivates the Thousand Corpses and Ten Thousand Apertures Body."

Qin Changye, with his exceptional knowledge, quickly recognized this evil technique.

One sentence surprised Liu Xiaoyao: "I didn't expect that you, a young man, not only possess remarkable combat skills but also extraordinary knowledge!"

This is tantamount to admitting that the evil magic he practiced was indeed a body with a thousand corpses and ten thousand orifices.

Having cultivated the Body of a Thousand Corpses and Ten Thousand Apertures, he could open a corpse aperture in his own meridians for every cultivator he killed, sealing a wisp of the deceased's remnant soul and cultivation, hiding it in his limbs and bones.

Normally he is no different from ordinary people, but once he activates the Thousand Corpse Apertures Body and awakens these corpse apertures, he can use his own blood and qi as a guide to drive the hundreds of corpse evil forces in the corpse apertures.

He has practiced this evil art for many years, secretly slaughtering numerous cultivators. He has opened 724 corpse apertures on his body, each of which seals the lifelong cultivation of a deceased person.

At this moment, all the power was unleashed, and the corpse threads, like a river bursting its banks, swept towards Qin Changye in an overwhelming torrent.

These corpse threads sometimes coalesce into sharp, terrifying spears, and sometimes weave into an impenetrable net.

Wherever it passed, even the air itself hissed as it corroded.

Qin Changye wielded his ink sword and slashed at the corpse silk, instantly sensing a tremendous force, as if he were fighting hundreds of people at the same time.

The stone slab beneath his feet shattered, and he staggered backward. Within moments, the corpse silk had slashed his shoulders and waist, leaving several deep, bone-revealing wounds.

Even more insidious was that the power of the corpse demon seeped into Qin Changye's soul through the wound, and countless wails rose and fell in his ears, causing him to lose his composure if he was not careful.

"How about my evil magic?" Liu Xiaoyao sneered as dozens of corpse threads suddenly tightened, piercing Qin Changye's brow like steel needles.

"Just so-so!"

Qin Changye advanced instead of retreating, his confidence undiminished.

After enduring several blows, he finally discerned the clue: at the root of each corpse thread was a barely perceptible black dot of light.

That is the location of the corpse orifice, and also the key to breaking this evil spell.

"break!"

Qin Changye's spiritual power suddenly surged, and a sharp sword light erupted from his ink sword as he slashed horizontally at the corpse silk net.

The sword flashed like lightning, followed by a series of crisp sounds.

Hundreds of corpse threads snapped instantly, and the remaining soul, having lost its anchor, vanished in mid-air.

The sword light, still powerful, hurtled straight towards Liu Xiaoyao's heart, seemingly about to pierce him through.

Instead of dodging, Liu Xiaoyao curled up a strange, cold smile.

puff!

The sword light pierced his chest solidly, penetrating half an inch into his heart.

This is absolutely a potentially fatal wound!

But soon, this fatal wound mysteriously disappeared...

Liu Xiaoyao's aura remained undiminished. He looked at Qin Changye as if he were a clown, and the cold smile on his lips deepened.