Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

"Yin-Yang Blood Palm!"

The blood-red giant hand that covered half the sky slammed down with a force powerful enough to crush mountains.

Faced with this powerful attack, Yi Yang did not take it head-on.

He unleashed the "Flowing Crane Soaring Clouds" movement technique, his entire body pressed against the ground like a weightless fallen leaf, and he moved several feet to the side.

A giant hand slammed down on the spot where he had just been standing.

boom.

With tremendous force, the bluestone ground silently collapsed, creating a deep pit three zhang in diameter. The rubble around the pit was crushed into powder by the force and scattered in all directions.

Yi Yang continued to dodge, his toes touching the ground, and using the momentum of his sideways movement, he twisted his right hand in mid-air and slashed backhand.

"A blue dragon emerges from the abyss!"

A condensed azure blade of energy slashed towards the side of the fleshy monster.

The turquoise blade energy cleaved through the air, precisely striking the dark red flesh and armor.

The blade cut in half a foot.

The flesh rolled up, revealing the writhing red muscle fibers inside.

But there was no joy on Yi Yang's face.

The flesh and blood at the wound site of the monster that Ye Hanqian had transformed into surged and writhed. The exposed flesh seemed to have its own life, pulling and merging with each other.

In less than two breaths, the half-foot-deep wound had healed completely without leaving a single scar.

Yi Yang's heart sank when he saw this scene.

The thing's self-healing speed far exceeded his expectations.

This is not an ordinary manifestation of profound mystery.

The "Spiritual Blood Body" of the Nine Evil Sects is indeed unique.

The monster roared in pain, and its other arm transformed into a blood-red whip, whistling as it swept towards Yi Yang.

Yi Yang parried with his sword.

clang!

A tremendous force, like a landslide or tsunami, emanated from the blade.

Yi Yang was sent flying seven or eight feet away by the force of the impact. His feet plowed two half-foot-deep furrows in the hard rock ground before he finally came to a stop.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Although the monster possessed immense strength, it was not a problem. This was because the true energy that had just been circulating within its body was briefly interrupted by that cold and domineering bloodthirsty power, causing a surge in its blood and qi.

Yi Yang steadied himself, flicked his wrist, and shook off the dark red, sticky flesh and blood that clung to the blade.

He quickly made a mental calculation.

The opponent's self-healing ability is extremely fast, but it comes at a price.

Each time flesh and blood are reborn, it consumes the blood and evil power stored in the body. Although the essence and blood of the three incense masters' corpses that were just absorbed were a lot, there is still a limit.

As long as you can continuously inflict high-intensity damage on it, you will eventually deplete its seemingly inexhaustible reserves.

Once he understood the next strategy, Yi Yang's playing style changed instantly.

He no longer sought a fatal blow, but instead pushed his movement technique to its limit, transforming himself into a fleeting blue shadow, sticking close to the enormous fleshy monster and engaging in close-quarters combat.

He circled and dodged around the monster's massive body.

With each strike, the Xuan Yuan Blade in his hand made a precise cut to the same spot.

The junction of the monster's right shoulder and torso.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four cuts.

After each slash, the blade is immediately withdrawn, without any hesitation, giving the writhing flesh no time to heal.

"roar!"

The flesh-and-blood monster was thoroughly enraged by this "dull knife cutting flesh" fighting style.

It wildly swung its two thick arms, sometimes transforming them into long whips, sometimes into giant palms, slapping them frantically at Yi Yang's figure.

But Yi Yang's movements were too fast.

He was like a swallow flying through a storm, each attack narrowly missing his target by the slightest margin, darting past him with deadly precision.

Those powerful, blood-red whips and giant hands could only slam into the rock wall behind him again and again, leaving the entire valley riddled with holes and sending rocks flying everywhere.

Inside the flesh-and-blood monster's body, Ye Hanqian clearly felt the drain on her energy caused by Yi Yang's tactics.

She started to get anxious.

The monster suddenly opened its gaping maw, spewing out a thick, ink-like blood-red mist.

The fog spread rapidly, covering an area of ​​ten zhang in radius.

A strong, corrosive odor and a strange, mind-altering energy permeated the mist.

Yiyang was shrouded in fog.

A burning, stinging sensation immediately spread across my skin.

However, the "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" within his body operated on its own, and a faint golden light emanated from beneath his skin, easily withstanding the corrosive force.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the nine-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape with its three eyes wide open, and the divine power of the perfected "Mind Ape Guarding Intent Technique" easily dissolved and crushed the confusing power that was trying to invade his mind.

In this blood mist where visibility was less than half a foot, Yi Yang was like a fish in water.

His divine sense, now at the "Breaking Illusion" level, replaced his eyes, clearly locking onto every movement of the flesh-and-blood monster.

His swordsmanship only intensified, not diminished.

The healing speed of the flesh monster's right shoulder has noticeably slowed down.

Ye Hanqian gritted her teeth and activated the second level of the "Spirit Blood Dharma Body".

"Blood Touch!"

Dozens of blood-red tentacles, each as thick as an arm, suddenly shot out from the monster's bloated body.

Each tentacle was as hard as iron, and its tip secreted thick, highly corrosive blood.

These tentacles, like a dense, living thicket of thorns, attacked Yiyang from all directions at the same time.

Yi Yang's left arm and waist were entangled by several tentacles.

Blood burned his official robes and skin, sending a sharp, intense burning pain through him.

His internal energy cultivation technique suddenly surged, forcibly suppressing the excruciating pain. His right hand wielded the Xuan Yuan Blade, drawing seven consecutive streaks of light in mid-air, severing the tentacles wrapped around his body one by one.

After breaking free of his restraints, he retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in a flash.

Yi Yang withdrew from the encirclement and glanced down at his left arm and waist.

The clothes there were torn, revealing gruesome red marks from being burned with blood.

However, nourished by the true energy of Yi Wood, those wounds have begun to heal on their own.

He raised his head and looked at the three-zhang-tall fleshy monster.

The wounds he had inflicted on the monster were still wriggling, but the healing speed was almost twice as slow as it had initially been.

He is gradually wearing down his opponent's trump cards.

However, Yi Yang was also aware that his own reserves of true energy were rapidly decreasing.

The first stage of the Profound Realm, "Qi Xuan," inherently has a lower total amount of true energy compared to the opponent's "Ming Hua" stage.

If this battle continues like this, I'm likely to be the one who runs out of energy first.

Yi Yang decided to increase output.

He raised his left hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together.

A concentrated stream of azure-green finger energy gathered at his fingertip.

"Mysterious Annihilation Finger!"

The force of the finger shot out and flew straight toward the monster's face.

This finger strike is specifically designed to break through the defenses of both internal energy and true qi.

The finger force easily pierced the flesh and carapace of the monster's face, blasting a fist-sized hole in its skull.

"Awooo—!"

The severely injured flesh and blood monster let out an extremely mournful howl, and its massive body staggered back two steps.

But Ye Hanqian quickly regained her balance.

Although the hole in her head was horrifying, it did not harm her true form hidden deep inside the monster's abdomen.

The flesh began to wriggle again, starting to repair the damage.

Yi Yang frowned.

The opponent's true form was hidden too well, covered by layers of flesh and armor, making it impossible for ordinary attacks to reach its core.

The flesh-and-blood monster, now restored, became even more enraged.

It raised its arms high, and all the dozens of blood-red tentacles that had extended from its back retracted into its body.

All its power was concentrated in its fists.

Those two fists were covered with an extremely thick blood-fiend armor, like two blood-red meteorites falling from the sky.

Ye Hanqian abandoned multi-pronged attacks and chose to use the purest power to crush the enemy head-on!

The monster slammed down with a punch.

Yi Yang parried with his sword.

boom!

The immense force traveled through the blade and into his arms.

The rocks beneath his feet were cracked inch by inch.

The force was so overwhelming that his knees buckled.

Ye Hanqian let out a smug sneer from inside the monster's body.

She felt the immense resistance emanating from Yi Yang's bones; the strength of this guy's physical body was simply unbelievable.

But even the strongest physical body cannot withstand the full crushing force of the Transcendent "Manifestation" Realm.

Yi Yang was forced to kneel on one knee by the giant fist, the rock beneath his feet shattered into dust, and half of his body was sunk into the ground.

But his back remained straight.

The physical body of the Great Perfection of the Martial Dragon Elephant Body emitted a humming sound like a bowstring vibrating under immense pressure. The muscles and bones endured a load far exceeding their limits, yet not a single part broke.

Yi Yang's eyes lit up for a moment in the shadow cast by the giant fist.

He wasn't just putting up a fight; he was waiting for an opportunity.

An opportunity to get close enough to Ye Hanqian.

It's now!

The monster's second fist came crashing down with a whooshing sound.

Yi Yang suddenly erupted!

He kicked off the rocks beneath him, and like a spring, he emerged from the pressure of the giant fist, sliding along the monster's belly.

With his left hand, his five fingers like hooks, he plunged them deep into the flesh and carapace of the monster's abdomen.

"Mysterious Annihilation Finger!"

The power of breaking through the protective energy flowed into his fingertips, tearing a half-foot-long gash in the thick carapace from the inside.

As Yi Yang tore open the carapace with his left hand, his right hand held the Xuan Yuan Blade high above his head.

He wanted to take advantage of the wound before it healed, stab it in, and go straight for Ye Hanqian's body hidden deep in her abdominal cavity.

But Ye Hanqian's reaction was faster than he had expected.

Several high-pressure jets of blood suddenly shot out from around the crack in the carapace, like a dozen blood-red spears thrusting out simultaneously, forcing Yi Yang to release his grip and retreat.

The tear that had been painstakingly torn closed up again in less than three breaths after he stepped back.

Ye Hanqian's voice came from deep inside the monster's abdomen, carrying a hint of lingering fear and anger.

"You actually dared to crawl in there... almost!"

After Yi Yang stepped back, he had several more burn marks on his body from the blood column.

His breathing became heavier.

It wasn't because of the injury.

This is because more than 60% of the body's vital energy has been consumed.

This can't go on.

We must use the strongest killing move to decide the outcome in one strike.

Yi Yang took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the nine-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape opened all three eyes, spread its arms, and poured all its spiritual power into Yi Yang's perception.

The divine sense power of the "Breaking Illusion" realm penetrated the monster's layers of flesh and armor, locking onto Ye Hanqian's curled-up body deep within its abdominal cavity.

Her true form was only one-third the size of a normal person, like a fetus wrapped in flesh and blood, her whole body covered with writhing blood vessels, quietly floating in a pool of viscous blood.

The location of Ye Hanqian's true form has been confirmed.

Next, all it takes is one more cut.

One cut is enough.