This battle was one of the most shocking battles in the past century. Except for the life-and-death battle between the powerful Jin Dan, no other battle was so tragic.
Fifty-seven liquid condensation monks, even one of the four immortal sects, does not have so many.
And now fifty-seven liquid condensation monks are all attacking a foundation-building monk with all their strength.
The battlefield became white-hot, and green blood flew from the sky, scattering all over the ground. Although the more than ten ghosts possessed the strength of the liquid condensation realm, they were naturally no match for the siege of more than twenty liquid condensation monks. They were constantly retreating.
But Chu Cheng's side was even more miserable. Even if he practiced the Xuanhuang Immortal Technique, he was still bleeding out under the bombardment of more than thirty liquid condensation monks.
"You are indeed strong!" Someone sighed while taking action.
It was quite shocking that a monk in the middle stage of foundation building could resist so many liquid condensation monks for a short period of time.
"This kid is extremely talented. Maybe he will be able to break through the condensation in a few years. By then, he will be the number one person under the Golden Core." Someone sighed.
No one was surprised by the strength of the disciples of Moyougu, which was why so many strong men were dispatched. However, Chu Cheng's strength still moved these strong men.
"So we must kill him! We must not let him stay." Bai Qiushui sighed softly, and a ball of sparks appeared in his hand. Although this spark was small, with an eagle cry, it transformed into a fire eagle, with strong killing intent.
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Chu Cheng shouted angrily, and the virtual statue of Qiongqi behind him roared toward the sky, charging towards the fire eagle with a strong evil aura.
Boom! Qiongqi's shadow collided with the fire eagle, whipping up a scorching wind.
The strong impact caused Chu Cheng to fly backwards, and then, another attack came. The sword's light was cold and cut through the sky.
A drop of blood spilled and turned into blood mist in the sword energy.
Attack after attack came again, hitting Chu Cheng. Blood dyed the sky red.
"Chu Cheng, if you are not a disciple of Moyou Valley, even if you kill Changsun Tang, I will not blame you." Yan Nantian ducked and came to Chu Cheng, sighed and said: "The matter of Elder Changsun,
I also know how much. If I kill, I will kill."
As the head of Changsun Hall, he naturally has some insight into the matter of refining the human elixir, but this matter is too obscure.
Yan Nantian learned that Chu Cheng was a disciple of Changsun Hall, and paid some attention to him, and even placed a trace of spiritual consciousness on him. As long as Chu Cheng was really in danger of life and death, he would rush there immediately.
"It's a pity that you are a disciple of this generation who has joined the world and cannot be retained." Yan Nantian sighed again.
The seven-color sky fan is a thing from the Demon Valley. If he hadn't noticed the traces left by this feather fan, he wouldn't have concluded that Chu Cheng was a disciple of the Demon Valley.
Originally, this was just a matter within the sect and could be called a family matter. However, people from outside the sect sneaked into Luoyun Sect and killed the elders in the sect. If this was spread, it would greatly damage the reputation of the Four Immortals Sect.
"If you want to kill, just kill. Where does this nonsense come from?" Chu Cheng sneered. The whole family was wiped out. This was a huge blood feud.
"Death in my hands will be your destiny." Yan Nantian sighed again, and with a wave of his hand, a gourd came out.
As soon as the gourd came out, the air flow around it suddenly began to surge, sharp as a blade. The air seemed to be cut open.
These strong winds rushed through Chu Cheng's body and immediately cut open the flesh on his body.
"Danbao!" Chu Cheng suddenly stepped back to avoid the wind.
The elixir used by a condensed liquid Dzogchen monk is far more powerful than the one used by Chu Feibai.
At this moment, Chu Cheng's body was dripping with blood and covered with wounds. His Xuanhuang Immortality Kung Fu was like tofu under this attack.
Stained with blood, Chu Cheng's body was covered with blood and he became a bloody man.
The battle continued, and after a stick of incense, the dozen or so ghosts were beheaded under the siege of more than twenty liquid condensation monks.
There were no casualties among the more than twenty liquid condensation monks, but some were slightly injured and rejoined the other side's battlefield.
Chu Cheng fought bloody battles with the enemy, coughing out a mouthful of blood with every blow. It was so tragic.
His shoulder was struck by a sword, revealing the white bones, and his body was torn open like a big net.
Another blow came, hitting Chu Cheng's back. Then a whip whipped him hard.
There was another groan, Chu Cheng vomited blood, and then, a spear pierced his chest.
One sword, one knife, and many treasures hit his body.
At this moment, Chu Cheng finally couldn't hold on any longer. Despite his unparalleled talent, he could kill enemies beyond the ranks. But under the siege of so many liquid condensation monks, he couldn't resist at all.
Is it finally overpowering? Under so much condensation, is everything in vain?
After five years of going through so many ups and downs and encountering so many friendships, will it all end at this moment?
Sharp attacks pierced his body one after another, taking away the remaining warmth from his body.
"It's still too weak after all..." Someone sighed, and his last consciousness disappeared in the last attack.
This will be his last farewell, bidding farewell to this short-lived world.
Once upon a time, he also wanted to leave this world and return to his former hometown. But for some reason, now his heart is calm and painless, but he is even more attached to this place.
Do you really want to leave like this? When the last consciousness dissipated, someone asked beside you.
Leaving, as simple as two words, is the most difficult decision for Chu Cheng, because there is still a bond with him that is difficult to break. With the bond, how can he be willing to leave...
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Chu Cheng's blood flowed to the ground along Chu Cheng's smooth skin, and it was bloody red.
His breathing finally stopped, but in his body, blood was still flowing in the spaces in his organs. His heart was still beating weakly, as if it still contained vitality.
At the moment when he was about to die, his heart suddenly trembled, and a sense of life and an extremely longing for survival broke out in the deepest part of his body.
Chu Cheng's closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment!
Death? He wanted to live, so how could he die? So … He lived.
A purple star between his eyebrows burst out with a violent light, covering Chu Cheng's whole body.
At this moment, the sky roared!
A sound pierced the sky like thunder.
"If you get my inheritance, you should be at the pinnacle of the world. If you get my inheritance, you should become a devil with just one thought."
At this moment, the world in all directions was filled with black energy, and it went crazy with Chu Cheng's body as the center.
At the next moment, the whole world began to tremble!
It seemed as if something was born that made the world start to panic.
A pair of blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness. The blood of the corpse fell from the sky like rain, mixed with vague minced meat.
There was no sound, a dead silence. No one knew what happened, only that someone died at this moment.