Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

If you were to split the soul of a half-immortal and weaken it, even a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Realm might have to struggle for a long time.

But the old rogue was able to fight him to a standstill.

Oh well, never mind.

"And that old guy is still holding on. I don't know if he'll hold on longer or you will."

The deadly ice spirit manipulated Gu Tianren's body, its feet treading on the black mud, slowly crawling towards Yun Ping, who was now almost certain to be dead.

He had already blocked all of Yun Ping's escape routes minutes ago. Even arrays that could cross space would be seen through by him in the blink of an eye. In other words, Yun Ping had no choice but to face him head-on.

Yes.

He's going to win.

He must defeat this man who once dared to defy the heavens and the ancestor.

Just thinking about this made the soul of the Dead Evil Ice Spirit tremble with excitement.

Your life is as fleeting as a candle flickering in the wind—

"Your life is like a candle flickering in the wind..."

The two uttered the same words almost simultaneously.

The angle of the dead evil spirit ice suddenly stopped, and he stared blankly at Yun Ping, who had suddenly spoken in unison with him.

The old rogue revealed a mysterious smile, then struck a strange pose: "Sorry, actually, all of this was part of my plan."

Looking at Yun Ping, who suddenly bent over, crossed his arms, and made a strange gesture, the eyes of the evil spirit ice suddenly dimmed.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If you weren't a demon, I might not have been able to win, and I might have died here."

Yun Ping gradually straightened his expression, stopping his nonsense. The deathly still water reflected the image of "Gu Tianren" in his eyes, and an unprecedentedly terrifying aura burst forth from his body.

That was murderous intent.

The murderous intent emanating from Yunping.

The evil spirit Bing felt a chill run down his spine in an instant; he hadn't felt this way, being watched by death, for countless years.

It's like a natural enemy gathering strength in the shadows, like the scythe of death hanging high behind them.

At that moment, the old rogue broke into a smile.

"I taught Xingchen's martial arts techniques."

These words were spoken.

Suddenly, a terrifying tremor emanated from the air around Yunping, and everything in the surrounding air, including the demonic energy, vanished without a trace, leaving only a pure vacuum.

A thin layer of blood-red mist emanated from his body, and at the same time, a faint divine light began to emanate from his skin.

If Duan Xingchen were present at this moment, he would probably be silenced by Yun Ping for thirty days for his excessive words.

Because of the vacuum surrounding him, blood mist burst forth from his body, coupled with that conspicuous holy light—

All of this was exactly the same as the scene when Duan Xingchen completed his purification when he cultivated the Purifying Demon Desolate Dust Record!

But how long did it take Xingchen to complete the cleansing process?

Three years.

She spent a full three years in the Azure Secret Realm before completing the first stage of the Purification of the Desolate Realm!

This is even considering that she was born with a holy body.

Where is that old rogue?

He is not using the body of Martial Emperor Gu Tianren, nor the physical body that has already cultivated the Pure Demon Desolate Dust Record, but a body that has never come into contact with the Pure Demon Desolate Dust Record.

The cleansing was completed in the blink of an eye. If Duan Xingchen saw this scene, she would probably be so frightened that her whole body would flash white light at a high frequency.

"you--"

Sensing Yun Ping's sudden change, Deathly Ice seemed to understand something. He began to make the darkness around him surge rapidly, and the black spikes that he conjured all had the power to pierce through space.

The black thorns disappeared the moment they appeared, and when they reappeared, they were in all directions around Yunping.

shhhhh--

The deadly black thorns are coated with a large amount of demonic energy. Even a saint's body will be completely corrupted within seconds of touching these demonic energy.

Of course.

Yunping quickly made a simple hand seal with his left hand.

boom!

Golden light burst forth from his body in an instant; that was the free and unfettered Dharma of Buddhism!

Behind Yunping, a colossal Buddha appeared, its face obscured, its body stained with endless, indelible blood, wielding sixteen sharp knives. It looked nothing like a Buddha, but rather like a god of slaughter!

But the golden light emanating from this Buddha statue is so sacred and transcendent, even purer and more immaculate than many Buddha statues!

The black thorn shattered into nothingness the moment it was illuminated by the golden light. At the same time, the Deathly Evil Ice frowned and retreated repeatedly, not daring to face the light of the Buddha statue.

The Record of Cleansing the Desolate Land: Purify the Heart!

It was merely a spell, a single thought.

Yunping thoroughly understood the great freedom and carefree spirit that Buddhism had passed down for countless years.

……

Meanwhile, on the distant western shore...

A gaunt Buddha, seated within a lotus flower, opened his eyes, his face showing utter bewilderment.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

A Buddhist disciple sat down and asked a question.

Upon hearing this, the gaunt Buddha said nothing, only shaking his head: "It's nothing, it's probably just an illusion... How could there be someone in this world who would kill a Buddha on a whim..."

"It must be my imagination. It seems my mind is not at peace enough. Buddha must be testing me."

After speaking, he continued to sit cross-legged on the lotus throne, purifying his mind and cultivating.

This was his 121st year of cultivating the Great Freedom and Unfettered Mind Method, and he felt he was about to grasp the key.

……

Back to topic.

Inside the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace.

Yunping glanced back at the enormous Buddha statue, which exuded murderous intent, and yawned, feeling rather bored. With a casual wave of his hand, he immediately erased the huge Buddha statue.

All he needed was the Record of Purifying the Demonic Wasteland. The Asura God-Buddha who was unexpectedly born because of the Record of Purifying the Demonic Wasteland was meaningless to him—although this thing was indeed quite powerful. He had used it once when the old rogue fell into demonic possession, and it could directly summon the eighteen levels of purgatory.

He couldn't be bothered with that thing, and instead a relieved smile appeared on his face.

After all these years, I've finally proven myself.

Mind this.

He then turned his expectant gaze to the "Gu Tianren" in the distance, whose face was clearly filled with terror, and asked with a smile:

"Are you ready to get beaten up?"

He slowly stretched his right hand toward the sky, as if to grasp something, bending his five fingers and reaching for the heavens.

Yunping doesn't need Blue Ice Liquid or the Condensation Technique.

He only probed it lightly.

He then reached out to grasp the void, and as if holding onto something, he pulled it down sharply.

next moment.

Suddenly, another beam of light, identical to the one above Duan Xingchen's head, descended from the pitch-black night sky and struck Yun Ping's head at high speed.

At this moment, two completely identical beams of holy light illuminated the entire Blue Feather Heavenly Palace from two different directions.

Under the beam of snow-white light, the young man named Yunping slowly opened his eyes.

Under the terrified gaze of the Dead Evil Spirit Ice, Yun Ping chuckled and said:

"The Record of Cleansing the Demonic Wasteland, I can do that too."

48. The Threat of the Dead Evil Ice

light.

Holy light.

Enveloped in radiance, like the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace exposed to scorching sunlight, a violent roar echoed throughout its deep palace.

Large swaths of black mud were flung by the hurricane, splashing onto the broken walls and ruins. Before these vessels of demons could reshape themselves, they were illuminated by the holy light falling from above. After a painful twisting, the black mud vanished into nothingness.

The pale-faced old man retreated nearly a hundred meters, using his decaying right arm to shield his eyes. At the same time, he twisted his left hand behind his back, awakening several dark figures from the black mud beneath his feet, ordering them to stand in front of him and block the terrifying holy light.

However, despite the surging black currents, the girl bathed in holy light only slowly opened her eyes. In the instant that the aura of a saint spread out, the starlight in her eyes burst forth.

She extended her white jade right arm forward, and a silver longsword flew from afar, which she grasped in her palm. At the same time, layers of white, rippling spiritual energy adhered to the sword.

"Senior brother..."

Duan Xingchen looked at Gu Wangjun, who was lying on the ground beside him and being nourished by the holy light, and an indelible tenderness appeared in his eyes.

If it weren't for Gu Wangjun's tireless support, how could she have achieved her sainthood today?

Mind this.

Duan Xingchen raised the magical artifact in his hand high, facing the heavens.

A layer of silvery-white ripples appeared on the hilt of the sword in his palm, and then a vast amount of saint-level spiritual energy went straight up along the spine of the sword, turning the holy white light into sword light, which was emitted from the blade.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sword, including its blade, expanded to over a hundred meters, soaring into the sky and connecting with the pure holy light falling from the heavens.

"rise!"

Realizing that something was terribly wrong, the old man in black immediately waved his hand, summoning the hundreds of fallen disciples of the Holy Feather Sect to unleash their magical treasures.