And Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong.

One is the late stage of foundation building and the other is the middle stage of golden elixir.

Although Zhang Qianmo's realm is relatively low, his practice is not as exquisite as Song Hesong.

Moreover, the magic weapon in his hand is far better than the opponent.

So the two of them evenly fought for a moment.

And as Li Fan is slowly in the upper hand.

The situation seems to be developing in a direction that is beneficial to the Zixiao Sect and the other two.

"Brother Song, the situation seems to be a little bad!"

One of the people who were besieging Li Fan shouted loudly.

"Fellow Daoist Song, don't hesitate, start the formation quickly!"

Chu Liang also shouted.

A look of hesitation flashed across Song Hesong's face.

Then a hint of hideousness appeared.

The body retreated sharply, and the blood-colored sword turned into a big bell, covering Zhang Qianmo.

A crazy look appeared in his eyes, and he slapped his hands at Ningyuancheng below.

In Ningyuan City, mortal screams and screams suddenly came.

Li Fan saw that countless blood-colored evil spirits that had almost formed essence rose into the sky and came to Song Hesong.

In the blood, the face full of pain and twisted.

Song Hesong grabbed the bloody ball and poured it into the bloody bell.

Countless people wailed and rushed towards Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo's face changed, and the purple air protected her body and tried to block it.

But it's useless.

Bloody faces rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind, and he stood there on the spot, his expression on his face changed.

Sometimes it is painful, sometimes it shows a strange smile.

Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily trapped, Song Hesong looked at Li Fan.

Li Fan thought it was not good.

But Chu Liang and the other two were desperately trying to step up their offensive, dragging Li Fan and not allowing them to escape.

Song Hesong arrived in a flash.

One middle stage of the Golden Pill and three late stages of the Foundation Establishment.

After jointly launching the offensive, Li Fan only held on for a while and was seriously injured.

"It seems that this first exploration journey of the Fallen Fairyland is about to end here."

As the injuries became worse and the consciousness became blurred.

There seemed to be sounds of auditory hallucinations in my ears.

The illusory whispers, rustling, sometimes rapid, sometimes soothing.

It's like a howl, like a roar.

But it is impossible to distinguish the specific content.

Soon after, Li Fan could no longer support and resist.

Song Hesong's blood-colored giant palm slapped Li Fan's head hard.

"Bang!"

Li Fan's head burst like a watermelon.

His body was destroyed. According to common sense, Li Fan should return to the real world at this time.

but……

But he fell into a state of wonder.

The remaining core of spiritual consciousness is like a black hole, slowly swallowing Li Chen, who is the shell.

There is no remaining memory of Li Chen.

It was just a pure spiritual energy that was gradually absorbed by Li Fan.

The ears became more and more noisy.

The whisper turned into an indescribable roar.

Negative emotions such as anger, fear, sorrow, etc. suddenly came like a tsunami.

Vow to swallow Li Fan.

But Li Fan's mind was as calm as a reef by the sea, and he remained motionless.

Because what drives all this is what Li Fan has been practicing hard since the moment he stepped into the immortal path.

Xuanhuang Refining Heart Curse.

After entering the Immortal Realm, the Heart Refining Mantra was silently dormant, and there was no special effect.

But just after Li Chen was killed.

It only starts running spontaneously.

Just like a giant stone mill, it grinds the power that formed Li Chen of Zixiao Sect.

Turns into the most essential supply, nourishing Li Fan's mind.

Although Li Chen died, Li Fan's spiritual consciousness was slowly growing.

A brand new incarnation of spiritual consciousness belonging to Li Fan.

It was brewing under Li Chen's head-lost corpse.

Li Fan had no waves in his ancient well, and there was no slight fluctuation in his heart.

I watched the "plot" around me continue to develop in a cold manner.

Song Hesong put away the storage ring in Li Fan's hand and then let the body fall from a high altitude.

Then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Qianmo who was trapped in the blood-colored bell.

"This person's will is so tenacious. He can still hold on for so long under the [Divine Refining Array of All beings] that sacrifices blood to tens of thousands of people." Song He sighed.

"It's a pity that the more extraordinary you are, the more you will die today!"

Song Hesong clapped a few more hands at Ningyuan City below.

The blood light composed of countless human faces rushed to Zhang Qianmo again.

His face suddenly became more and more ferocious and terrifying.

Several huge tumors bulged on the forehead, wandering around as if they were alive.

"puff!"

A sarcoma exploded, and Zhang Qianmo's head suddenly exploded with a big hole.

It was like a chain reaction afterwards.

The tumors on Zhang Qianmo's head exploded one after another.

Half of the head disappeared.

At this time, the aura on Zhang Qianmo's body was like a candle in the wind, and it would disappear at any time.

But he didn't know what kind of power there was in his body, but he actually helped him maintain his vitality.

Even though only half of his head was left, he still lived tenaciously.

"What's going on?" Chu Liang shouted in dismay.

"It seems that this kid has a big secret." Song Hesong's face was gloomy.

He looked at Zhang Qianmo and said viciously: "Even so, you are still in the jar at this moment. I don't believe you can still make a fuss!"

A red light was emitted from the blood-colored bell, piercing Zhang Qianmo's body.

The red light is like a knife, flying and flashing.

In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was cut into countless pieces of meat.

"It's all like this, I don't believe you can still survive!" Song Hesong snorted coldly.

Chu Liang and others also breathed a sigh of relief.

But not long after, their faces gradually became pale.

because……

They found that Zhang Qianmo's breath still had not disappeared!

"Damn it! What kind of magic is he practicing?"

Song Hesong finally showed a look of horror.

"Fire! Use fire!" Chu Liang shouted at this time.

Song Hesong made a gesture with his hands, and a red fire ball appeared under the pile of minced meat.

Under the blazing high temperature, the flesh and blood turned into ashes.

But there is always something in this flame.

No matter how strong the flame is, it cannot be destroyed.

It was a purple golden elixir.

"Golden Pill? Isn't he the Foundation Establishment Stage? How could he generate the Golden Pill in his body?" This scene obviously exceeded the perception of Song Hesong and others, and they all changed their qualities.

In fear, Song Hesong used all his magic to attack the purple golden elixir.

But no matter what, it cannot shake the golden elixir at all.

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Because the breath of Zhang Qianmo is still circling above it.

Even more and more vigorous.

"So, you random cultivators have no Taoist traditions and do not learn classics."

"Even if you learn any new method, you will only have a state of emptiness."

"How can it be compared with the authentic Xuanmen sects like us?"

The cold voices of Zhang Qianmo came from the golden elixir.

The golden dan suddenly shone brightly.

Force the fire to retreat.

A body slowly takes shape from the light.

The light converges and turns into clothes.

"I said, I will kill you today!"

Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong and said coldly.

Song Hesong trembled all over.

He kept slapping downwards one after another. As countless mortal screams, blood lights formed substantial ribbons and rushed towards Zhang Qianmo.

However, Song Hesong himself did not care about the trembling Chu Liang and others, and turned into blood and fled far away.

Zhang Qianmo stepped out and turned into purple lightning, and then arrived first.

Come to the blood light.

Song Hesong could not have imagined that he was so fast that he was not in a hurry to dodge and bumped into him head-on.

"boom!"

Amid the violent collision, Song Hesong seemed to have lost his control ability.

Zhang Qianmo stretched out his right hand, grabbed Song Hesong's neck, and picked him up.

"Rebel Sect, die!"

Zhang Qianmo pronounced the verdict.

A purple thunder fell from the sky.

He slashed Zhang Qianmo hard.

He was unharmed in the lightning, but Song Hesong, who was holding, screamed.

He then died.

Zhang Qianmo looked at Chu Liang and others who fled in three directions in the distance.

Sneered.

Tap your finger.

Three purple thunders fell in response to the sound.

The breath disappeared, and three black dots fell from the sky.

Zhang Qianmo didn't care about them anymore.

"I was forced to this point..."

"New Law..."

He looked thoughtful.

Then, as if he noticed something, he flew to the ground.

There, the body that originally belonged to junior brother Li Chen.

It has been melted like a candle.

Zhang Qianmo discovered that under the only layer of skin, there was another completely stranger.
Chapter completed!