Practice begins with immortality

At the moment when Xue Ku died, tens of millions of miles away, in a cave in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, a man in blood-stained clothes suddenly opened his eyes.

"Xue Ku is actually dead?! Died at the hands of that brat? What a waste! I gave him a cultivator's Nascent Soul to help him cultivate the Blood Infant Secret Technique!" said the man in blood-stained clothes with a gloomy face.

After saying that, Blood Soul cast a spell and condensed a blood mirror in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Fortunately, I had the foresight to plant a Blood God Son in Xue Ku's body in advance." Xuehun looked at the blood mirror and snorted coldly.

The Blood God Son is a secret technique within the Blood Soul Immortal Sutra, a cultivation method practiced by the Blood Soul. This technique allows a cultivator to separate a portion of their soul into a form akin to an external incarnation of the Blood God Son. This form does not interfere with the original cultivator's body and can possess other cultivators, allowing the original cultivator to remotely control the cultivator at critical moments.

The strength of the Blood God Son is related to the resources invested by the cultivator, and after years of cultivation by Blood Soul, the Blood God Son has become as powerful as a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Damn you, Xue Ku! You actually forced me to use the Blood God Son! If you weren't already dead, I would have extracted your soul and refined your spirit!" Xue Hun said angrily.

Remotely controlling the Blood God Son is a huge burden on the soul. If Li Youying was not related to whether he could break through to the realm of Nascent Soul perfection, he would never want to use the Blood God Son.

As the Blood Soul used the Blood Godson, on the side of the ruins, the blood that had been beaten into pieces was seen gathering into a bloody figure.

"How is this possible? This...this devil has clearly been beaten into pieces, how could he still recover?" Li Youying and others said in disbelief when they saw this scene.

Then they turned around and tried to run, but with the appearance of the blood shadow, a powerful pressure pressed down on them, making them unable to move.

"You two, get behind me!" Zhao Qingling's expression changed upon seeing this. She immediately produced a magical golden bell with a dragon pattern on it. After activating it, a golden bell protected the three of them, with a golden dragon entwined around it.

"Luckily, I have this low-grade defensive magic weapon my father gave me—the Dragon Roar Golden Bell. I never expected to encounter such a powerful Blood God Son." Zhao Qingling's face was solemn, secretly glad to have such a treasure. She gripped the magic weapon tightly in her hand and activated it with all her might.

"Oh my god, I encountered this kind of blood monster again. Do I have a conflict with these blood monsters?" The man in black robe, Wang Bai, complained in his heart.

However, although the Blood God Son is powerful, Wang Bai also has a way to deal with it.

"It's a good opportunity to test out my new method." Then, he stood there and watched the formation of the Blood God Son.

"Why hasn't this senior in black robe taken action yet? Is it possible that even this senior has no way to help him?" Seeing Wang Bai standing there motionless, as if waiting to die, the others also felt despair.

Then, the Blood God Son was fully formed and descended with powerful pressure.

"Youngster, come and die for me." Looking at the people in front of him, the Blood God said expressionlessly.

But Wang Bai was too lazy to listen to what he was saying. He just saw golden thunder exploding all over his body, and a fist flashing with golden lightning hit the Blood God Son.

"Nirvana, Self-destruction Mode, Thunder Blast Fist!"

Wherever Wang Bo's fist passed, even space was slightly distorted! Space is so solid that even the movement of a celestial body weighing billions of tons couldn't cause even the slightest fluctuation. This shows just how powerful Wang Bo's blow was!

At the same time as he threw this punch, Wang Bai's mind became extremely sharp. He felt that everything around him became extremely clear as if it were filtered.

"So that's it, this is the realm of perfect true meaning!" As Wang Bai achieved a breakthrough in the realm of his moves, the transparent sphere in his sea of ​​consciousness that represented his realm of true meaning became completely perfect.

The self-destruct mode was created by Wang Bo by combining the Jiemie Tianyuan and Tianmo Disintegration, with some inspiration. By burning life essence, collapsing the body, and self-destructing the soul in exchange for power, he then concentrated this power at a point through powerful techniques, thus unleashing unparalleled lethality.

However, for Wang Bai, who has a ball of light by his side, the only thing that restricts his use of this method is the charging time.

"It's impossible, it's impossible for this to happen? Who are you with this kind of power?" Before being crushed by Wang Bai, the Blood God said unwillingly.

Afterwards, the Blood God Son completely turned into ashes.

"This blood shadow is a bit weak, and I haven't been able to test the upper limit of the self-destruct mode's lethality. But as far as the result is concerned, it's not bad!" Wang Bai, who had fully recovered under the influence of the light ball, clenched his fists, feeling his breakthrough and thinking in his heart.

"Although the self-destruct mode is powerful, the charging time is too long. There are few opportunities to use it in actual combat. It is more convenient to directly use the Jiemie Tianyuan to burn the life."

On the other side, at the moment when the Blood God Son turned into ashes, in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Ah!" Blood Soul let out a shrill scream as half his head exploded, dissolving into a cloud of bloody mist before quickly dissipating. But as a late Nascent Soul cultivator, Blood Soul wasn't dying so easily. After just a few breaths, his head regrew.

"So strong that he can actually injure me from a distance. And that Lei Yi, could the person who attacked him be from Mingxiao Sect?" Xuehun muttered to himself in shock.

At the same moment that Blood Soul was injured.

"Blood Soul is actually injured, and he is in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons. It looks like it will take at least ten or eight years to recover." A somewhat old voice came from a distance.

"Who cares? It's none of my business." Another cold voice responded.

"Hehe, it looks like Xuehun is seriously injured. Why don't we take this opportunity to kill and devour him." A charming female voice sounded.

"You dare to disobey the ancestor's ban?" a majestic male voice scolded.

"Haha, it's just a joke. How could I dare to do that?" The charming female voice hurriedly explained.