Mysterious mirror hanging high

Many of the Qi-cultivating cultivators present had not yet cleansed their bodies with the nectar and jade liquid they used to build their immortal foundation, so their physical bodies had not yet transformed into the mortal realm. They all developed various illnesses to varying degrees, and wailing was everywhere.

The situation of Yang Dingfeng, who was sitting on the top of Mount Xiyue, was even more exaggerated. His left eyeball became cloudy and yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, pus and blood oozed out of the white of his eye, and when he blinked, the filth stuck to his upper and lower eyelids.

The right eye bulged outward strangely, and the bloodshot burst into a scarlet color.

Several walnut-sized tumors quickly grew on his neck, covered with purple-red pustules, and continuously oozing a yellow-green, smelly liquid in rhythm with his breathing.

The originally tied bun was soaked with black oil secreted by the scalp, and the hair was covered with white lice eggs the size of rice grains, which fell off with the slightest shake.

The most horrifying part was its chest and abdomen—the skin curled and bubbled like boiling wax, exposing the festering muscle tissue underneath.

Three ribs pierced the flesh abruptly, with translucent rotting membranes hanging from the broken bones. Black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out as he coughed.

The joints of his limbs made teeth-grinding "cracking" sounds, the five finger joints of his left hand twisted into claws, and all the fingernails fell off, revealing the bleeding nail beds.

The right knee was swollen like a bucket, the skin was stretched to be almost transparent, and the turbid fluid swirling inside could be seen.

The next moment, the entire right leg suddenly broke like rotten wood, but there was no blood in the cross-section of the broken limb, only necrotic tissue as dry as tree bark.

Jing Yu used his spiritual eyes to penetrate the layers of formations and saw Yang Dingfeng's miserable condition. He was horrified and thought to himself:

"What kind of law is this? Why are the laws that Yang Dingfeng has cultivated more and more bizarre? It seems that even if he succeeds in becoming a god, this physical body will be destroyed!"

[The Law of Disease]...It has been refined into the acupoints!

Yang Dingfeng, who was tortured by various diseases all over his body, let out a strange "hissing" laugh from his throat. His Nascent Soul Dharma Image had a total of seven acupoints, and now he had refined the three laws of [filth], [poison], and [disease]. Just these three laws were enough to torture him beyond recognition.

But the more pain he felt, the brighter his eyes became, and his whole body seemed to be bursting with an extremely high-spirited look, which was a strong fighting spirit to fight for his life against the sky!

[Law of Injury]...

Yang Dingfeng's purple-red face suddenly cracked, and countless fine bloodstains burst out from under the skin, as if he was being tortured by an invisible blade.

Dozens of wounds so deep that the bones could be seen suddenly appeared on the surface of his Dharma body, but no blood gushed out - the edges of the rolled flesh were a strange blue-gray color, as if they were solidified at the moment of injury by some kind of power of law.

At the same time, the sky suddenly darkened, and the thick spiritual clouds tore open a hideous crack that spanned hundreds of miles like flesh and blood.

Flocs like rotting flesh were wriggling at the edge of the crack, and thick blood plasma was dripping from the clouds, condensing into blood-red teardrop-shaped crystals in mid-air.

Those crystals hit the rocks on the top of Mount Xiyue, immediately corroding honeycomb-shaped holes and making a "hissing" burning sound.

His festering neck suddenly snapped, and his head tilted back at a strange angle, revealing a hollow wound in his throat that went through front and back.

Through this bloody hole, one could see jagged cracks all over his bones, as if they had been repeatedly chopped and chiseled by thousands of blunt knives.

The chest and abdomen were even more horrific at this moment - dense knife wounds, arrow wounds, and burn marks were intertwined with each other. In the depths of some wounds, you could even see the slowly wriggling internal organs, and the surface of the organs was also covered with various scars.

The blood-red crack in the sky suddenly twitched violently, and the spilled blood and tears turned into a rain of red arrows.

The stone platform where Yang Dingfeng was sitting was shot into a sieve in an instant, but his body, which was riddled with holes, began to absorb these blood arrows strangely. Every time it absorbed one, a new scar deep enough to see the bone appeared on his body.

The old and new wounds formed a strange symbiosis on his body - sharp bone spurs emerged from the rotting abscesses, and foul-smelling venom surged from the gaping knife wounds. He seemed to have become the embodiment of all the pain in the world.

At this moment, even Lu Yingzhao, who had experienced countless bloody battles and was often injured, changed his expression!

"What exactly is Yang Dingfeng's path?"

Lu Yingzhao murmured, "Although she wasn't afraid of pain, she didn't have any masochistic tendencies. It would be impossible for her to do such self-harm..."

The creature sitting on the summit of Xiyue Peak could hardly be called a human. Yang Dingfeng's face was already covered in various festering wounds, blurring his features. He silently thought to himself:

"The Law of Decline..."

Yang Dingfeng's face, which had lost its shape, suddenly relaxed and peeled off layer by layer like rotten bark, revealing the gray and decayed muscle texture underneath, like a corpse.

The corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the surface of his cloudy eyeballs was covered with a layer of grayish-white film.

The black hair that was originally stained with poison suddenly fell off in clumps, and the remaining hair was mixed with dark red blood foam, and in an instant it turned dry and white like messy withered grass.

His back made a teeth-grinding "cracking" sound, and his whole body hunched over. The few intact muscles left under his robe quickly shriveled up, and large age spots appeared on his skin.

The protective aura that surrounded this originally young Master Qi was now like a dying candle, and it even emitted a gasping sound similar to that of an old man on his deathbed.

"Wait... why do I suddenly have a white hair?"

A female cultivator who was observing the performance while practicing Qi suddenly screamed and took several steps back as if she had seen a ghost.

However, all the Yuanying Zhenjun present frowned, and not many people moved.

Jing Yu used a lot of skills and secret techniques that consumed his lifespan on a daily basis, and was very sensitive to the decline of his lifespan. He closed his eyes and carefully felt it, and found that his lifespan had been reduced by about three days for no reason.

"Just a tiny bit of overflowing law power can shorten the lifespan of Yuanying Zhenjun by three days?"

Jing Yu was secretly shocked. "Those lower-level cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation stages are probably even worse off. I'm afraid their lifespans will be shortened by at least a few months... They're really unlucky to have joined in on this fun."

"The fifth law... has been refined into the acupoints."

"In the end...it's just life and death!"

Yang Dingfeng's breath was extremely weak at this time, but he did not stop his pace of refining the laws.

But he is too weak now.

Filth covered the body, poison penetrated the bone marrow, sickness and pain plagued the body, bruises all over the body, premature aging...

At this moment, the ever-planning Qi Zhenjun was almost out of breath. Even his originally clear and lucid sea of ​​consciousness began to become chaotic because of the invasion of the five laws into his body. His brain was a mess and he even had difficulty thinking.

"Who...who am I? What am I doing now?"

Jing Yu widened his eyes. At this moment, he looked at Yang Dingfeng on the top of the mountain, as if he saw Xiao Beiyue who was dying before again. The feeling of being on the verge of death was exactly the same.

call--

A blue light shot out from Jing Yu's fingertips, penetrated through layers of formations, and entered Yang Dingfeng's body.

[Long life with a long life.]

[Blessing of the Xuan Lord] This life-controlling magical power was unleashed, perhaps because it was a magical power that enhanced one's power, or perhaps because fate was inherently untraceable, this life bead actually penetrated the Spirit Transformation Formation without any hindrance and blessed Yang Dingfeng's Nascent Soul Dharma Image.

Is it useful? Jing Yu didn't know, at least Yang Dingfeng's breath didn't improve at all, his condition was still deteriorating irreversibly.

After enduring a full half-minute of torture, the pile of rotten flesh on the top of the peak finally collapsed completely and disappeared without a sound.

The spiritual aura belonging to Yang Dingfeng also completely dissipated between heaven and earth at this moment.