Chapter 177: Refinement of the Heart in the Fallen Immortal Realm
As for Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong.
One is in the late stage of foundation building, and the other is in the middle stage of golden elixir.
Although Zhang Qianmo is at a lower level, the exercises he practices are far more sophisticated than those of Song Hesong.
Moreover, the magical weapon in his hand is far superior to the opponent's.
So the two of them were fighting evenly for a while.
And as Li Fan is slowly gaining the upper hand.
The situation seems to be developing in a direction that is beneficial to the two of the Zixiao Sect.
"Brother Song, the situation seems a little bad!"
One of the people who was besieging Li Fan shouted loudly.
"Fellow Daoist Song, don't hesitate, launch the big formation quickly!"
Chu Liang also shouted.
A look of hesitation flashed across Song Hesong's face.
Then a trace of ferocity appeared.
The body retreated sharply, and the bloody sword turned into a big bell, shrouding Zhang Qianmo.
With a look of madness in his eyes, he clapped his hands towards Ning Yuancheng below.
In Ningyuan City, the sounds of exclamations and screams from mortals suddenly came.
Li Fan saw countless bloody evil spirits rising into the sky and coming to Song Hesong's side.
In the bloody light, there are faces full of pain and distortion.
Song Hesong grabbed the blood and poured it into the big blood bell.
Countless faces wailed and rushed towards Zhang Qianmo.
Zhang Qianmo's expression changed, and he protected himself with purple energy, trying to stop him.
But it's useless.
Bloody faces rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind, and he stood stunned on the spot, the expression on his face couldn't help changing.
Sometimes in pain, sometimes with a weird smile.
Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily trapped, Song Hesong looked towards Li Fan.
Li Fan secretly said something was wrong.
But Chu Liang and the other two stepped up their offensive desperately at this moment, holding Li Fan back and preventing him from escaping.
Song Hesong arrived in an instant.
One in the middle stage of Golden Elixir and three in the late stage of Foundation Building.
Under the joint offensive, Li Fan only lasted for a moment before he was seriously injured.
"It seems that the first journey of exploration in the Fallen Fairyland is coming to an end."
As the injury became more serious, his consciousness became blurred.
There seems to be an auditory hallucination in my ears.
Illusive whispers, rustling. Sometimes urgent, sometimes soothing.
It's like wailing, like roaring.
But I can't tell the specific content.
Soon after, Li Fan could no longer resist.
Song Hesong's huge bloody palm slapped Li Fan hard on the head.
"Bang!"
Li Fan's head exploded like a watermelon.
With his body destroyed, according to common sense, Li Fan should return to the real world at this time.
But...
He fell into a strange state.
The remaining core of consciousness is like a black hole, slowly swallowing Li Chen as a body.
There is no remaining memory of Li Chen.
It was just a pure spiritual energy that was gradually absorbed by Li Fan.
The noise in my ears is getting louder and louder.
A small whisper turned into an indescribable roar.
Anger, fear, sadness and other negative emotions surged like a tsunami in an instant.
Vow to engulf Li Fan.
But Li Fan's mind was like a rock on the seashore, unmoving.
Because what drives all of this is what Li Fan has been practicing hard from the moment he stepped into the immortal path.
Xuanhuang Heart Refining Mantra.
After entering the Fallen Fairyland, the Heart Refining Curse also lay dormant silently, without any special effect.
But just after the body Li Chen was killed.
It just started running crazy and spontaneously.
Like a giant stone mill, it grinds the power that makes up Zixiao Sect Li Chen.
Turned into the most essential supply, nourishing Li Fan's mind.
Although Li Chen died, Li Fan's consciousness was slowly growing.
A brand new incarnation of spiritual consciousness belonging to Li Fan.
It's brewing under Li Chen's headless corpse.
Li Fan's ancient well has no ripples, and there is no fluctuation in his heart.
Watching with cold eyes the "plot" around you continues to develop.
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 to look at Zhang Qianmo who was trapped in the big bloody bell.
"This person's will is so tenacious. He was able to persist for such a long time under the [All Living Beings Refining Formation] where tens of thousands of people were sacrificed with blood." Song Hesong sighed.
"Unfortunately, the more extraordinary you are, the more you will die today!"
Song Hesong clapped his hands several times towards Ningyuan City below.
The bloody light composed of countless faces surged towards Zhang Qianmo again.
His face suddenly became more ferocious and terrifying.
Several large tumors bulged on my forehead, as if they were alive and moving around.
"Poof!"
A sarcoma exploded, and a big hole suddenly opened in Zhang Qianmo's head.
Then it was like a chain reaction.
The tumors on Zhang Qian Street exploded one after another.
Half of the head disappeared.
At this time, the aura on Zhang Qianmo's body is like a candle in the wind, and will disappear at any time.
But I don't know what kind of power he has in his body, which actually helps him maintain his vitality.
Even though only half of his head is left, he is still living tenaciously.
"What's going on?" Chu Liang cried out.
"It seems that this kid has a big secret." Song Hesong looked gloomy.
He looked at Zhang Qianmo and said fiercely: "Even so, you are still a turtle in the urn right now. I don't believe you can still turn the world upside down!"
The big blood-red clock emitted streaks of red light, piercing Zhang Qianmo's body.
The red light is like a knife, crisscrossing and flashing.
In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was cut into countless pieces of meat.
"After everything is like this, I don't believe you can still live!" Song Hesong snorted coldly.
Chu Liang and others also breathed a sigh of relief.
But before long, their faces gradually turned pale.
Because...
They discovered that Zhang Qianmo’s aura still hadn’t disappeared!
"Damn it! What kind of evil magic is he practicing!"
Song Hesong finally showed a horrified look.
"Fire! Use fire!" At this time, Chu Liang shouted.
Song Hesong made a seal with his hands, and a red fire ball appeared under the pile of minced meat.
Under the blazing heat, flesh and blood turned into fly ash.
But in this flame, there is always one thing.
No matter how strong the flame is, it cannot be destroyed.
That is a purple golden elixir.
"Golden elixir? Isn't he in the foundation building stage? How can he generate golden elixir in his body?" This scene obviously exceeded the understanding of Song Hesong and others, and their expressions changed.
In fear, Song Hesong used all his magic to attack the purple golden elixir.
But no matter what, nothing can shake this golden elixir.
Even if you want to put it into the storage ring, you can't do it.
Because the aura belonging to Zhang Qianmo is still hovering over it.
Even more and more prosperous.
"So, you sectarian cultivators have no orthodoxy and do not study the classics."
"Even if you learn any new method, it will only be an empty realm."
"How can you compare with me and other authentic Taoist sects?"
Zhang Qianmo's cold words came from the golden elixir.
The golden elixir suddenly shone brightly.
Push the fire back.
A body slowly takes shape from the light.
The light converged and turned into clothes.
"I said, I will kill you today!"
Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong and said coldly.
Song Hesong trembled all over.
He slapped downwards one after another, and amid the screams of countless mortals, streaks of blood formed into substantial ribbons and surged towards Zhang Qianmo.
Song Hesong himself, however, ignored the trembling Chu Liang and others and turned into blood and escaped.
Zhang Qianmo stepped out and turned into purple thunder and lightning, which struck first and came last.
Arriving before the bloody light.
Song Hesong didn't expect him to be so fast, so he didn't dodge quickly and collided head-on.
"Boom!"
In the violent collision, Song Hesong seemed to have lost his ability to control himself.
Zhang Qianmo stretched out his right hand, grabbed Song Hesong's neck, and picked him up.
"Rebel, die!"
Zhang Qianmo pronounced his verdict.
A purple thunder fell from the sky.
He struck Zhang Qianmo hard.
He was unscathed by the lightning, but Song Hesong, who was holding him, let out a scream.
Then died.
Zhang Qianmo looked at Chu Liang and others who were fleeing in three directions in the distance.
Sneer.
Finger tap.
Three purple thunders fell in response.
The breath disappeared and three black spots fell from the sky.
Zhang Qianmo didn't care about them anymore.
"To be forced to this point..."
"New law..."
He looked thoughtful.
Then, as if he noticed something, he flew to the ground.
There, the body originally belonged to junior brother Li Chen.
It has been melted like a candle.
Zhang Qianmo discovered that beneath the remaining layer of skin was another complete stranger.