My Optimized Immortal Life

The news that the Demonic Path had repelled the four sects of cultivators in Wanren City spread extremely quickly and spread throughout the entire Song State overnight, making the cultivators of the four sects on the front line uneasy. The Demonic Path cultivators became more arrogant, and the situation on the border battlefield began to gradually tilt and could no longer maintain balance.

At this time, on the border battlefield.

Zuo Ze stood in the air, surrounded by countless blood mists. He held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand and waved it casually. Dozens of third-level resentful souls flew out of the banner and continuously attacked the seven Jindan cultivators who were besieging him.

"Everyone, your attacks are growing weaker. If this continues, you'll be prepared to face the hundred resentful souls within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

He had a blank expression on his face, but the magic power around him surged. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner connected with the surrounding blood mist, transforming into a field of resentful souls, constantly suppressing the seven cultivators from the four sects, putting their situation in precarious condition.

Time to end.

Zuo Ze said in his heart.

He activated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner once again, continuously injecting Jindan-level magic power into it, making the blood-colored restriction on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner even more bizarre. A hole several feet in size slowly opened in front of him.

A monk from Taixuan Sect saw this and exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh no! He's about to summon the Half-Step Fourth Stage Ghost King. Stop him now!"

After he finished speaking, the other six cultivators realized that something was wrong and burst out with their magic power again, trying to break the grip of those resentful souls. However, these resentful souls were all carefully selected by Zuo Ze, and even among the three levels, they were by no means the bottom. Seeing these cultivators fighting for their lives, they did not hesitate and also burst out with resentment. With the help of the power of the field, they firmly controlled the situation on the battlefield.

The hole in front of Zuo Ze gradually stabilized, and a pale hand stretched out from it. The hand was bloodless, but it did have flesh and blood.

When the monk from Taixuan Sect saw this, a look of determination suddenly flashed across his face.

The magic power in his body suddenly burst out, forming a layer of golden light around him. The figures of Taoist masters appeared faintly behind him, causing the blood mist surrounding him to melt away in an instant as if encountering a spring breeze.

"Oh, there are other means?"

Zuo Ze was the first to notice the abnormality here. He was about to mobilize the resentful souls to suppress them, but he saw that the Taixuan Sect monk did not hesitate and used the golden light to break the blood mist covering the place and quickly left the battlefield.

Seeing this, the faces of several other cultivators from the four sects turned pale. The cultivator from Taixuan Sect was considered a skilled fighter among them, but now even he was unwilling to face the owner of the pale hand and was forced to flee.

At this time, the fourth-level ghost king in the cave had walked out. He was wearing a red robe and had long hair draped over his shoulders. He looked like a woman with a beautiful face and a slim figure. Even though his face was pale, it could not conceal his beauty at all.

"Lang...Jun."

After the Ghost King walked out of the cave, he did not look at the trapped cultivators from the four sects, but instead cast his gaze towards Zuo Ze, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Ze immediately walked over, hugged the woman in his arms, and then whispered.

"Go ahead and kill them all. With the nourishment of their spirits and souls, combined with your own stabilized spiritual light, you will be able to break through the third level and officially enter the fourth level, becoming a Ghost King."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red-robed ghost king in Zuo Ze's arms immediately turned into a residual shadow. The next moment, he appeared behind a cultivator from the Four Sects who was surrounded by four resentful spirits and was exhausted from dealing with them. He also noticed the arrival of the red-robed ghost king, but his magic power was almost exhausted, and his magic weapon was also corroded by the blood mist, becoming dim and without any luster. He was completely unable to stop the red-robed ghost king.

"what!"

He screamed in pain, and saw that the red-robed woman had pierced his abdomen with one hand. Her slender fingers were covered with flesh and blood, and in them was a shining golden pill.

Then, the red-robed woman opened her mouth and sucked, and the monk's screams stopped immediately. A soul visible to the naked eye poured out from his seven orifices and was taken into the red-robed woman's mouth, making the divine light in his eyes even more lively.

"Not good, he wants to use us as nourishment to help his Ghost King fully enter the fourth level."

When a cultivator saw this scene, he immediately gathered with several other cultivators around him, wanting to gather their strength and try to break through this area and escape.

"Don't you think it's too late to run away now?"

Zuo Ze smiled, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand burst out again. Countless array patterns spread from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner into the surrounding void, forming an array with those resentful souls.

"Array up!"

He sighed, and poured all the magic power in his body into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The power of dozens of third-level resentful souls was connected by the formation, completely sealing off this place, causing the cultivators of the four sects to look despairing.

"He hasn't tried his best yet?"

A cultivator sighed, and then was pierced through the body by the red-robed woman, who took out his golden elixir and sucked away his soul.

"It seems that I am destined to die here today."

One cultivator shook his head, and then no longer concealed it. He directly burned his own lifespan, causing his magic power to rise steadily, and his own aura became stronger and stronger.

Afterwards, he stopped resisting and attacked with all his strength, ignoring defense and killing several resentful spirits.

"Today, even if I die, I will take your resentful soul with me."

Seeing that the resentful souls around him were quickly moving away from him, he immediately detonated his dantian. The surging magic power lost the restraint of the dantian and immediately transformed into a spiritual energy storm centered on him, sweeping across the surroundings and impacting the blood mist all around, causing the blood domain to shake endlessly.

Several resentful souls were a little slower and were all crushed by the spiritual energy storm that followed, turning into ashes.

Zuo Ze stood in the distance. The air waves stirred up by the spiritual energy storm made his long hair and robes flutter, but his face was calm and he did not show any emotion.

At the same time, the red-robed woman also killed the remaining monks from the four sects. Only Zuo Ze and the resentful souls were left in this bloody area.

"Alright, with the spiritual nourishment of these Jindan cultivators, we will surely be able to break through the final bottleneck and enter the fourth level."

Seeing that the red-robed woman had fallen into a deep sleep because she had absorbed enough souls, he waved his hand and put her into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, with a rare hint of gentleness on his face.

"After breaking through to the fourth level, you can use the trace of soul left behind to fully awaken your previous memories."

Thinking of this, Zuo Ze did not stay any longer and walked away quickly. He wanted to find a remote place for the red-robed woman to complete her final transformation.

The battlefield here in Zuo Ze is just a corner of the border. In other places, there are also cultivators from the four sects fighting against cultivators from the evil sect. Either the righteous sect wins, or the evil sect kills the righteous sect. But overall, more righteous cultivators die than evil cultivators. The situation on the border battlefield is gradually tilting.

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Green Valley.

Chen Qing has recently heard a lot of news about the outside world from Chu Xiu, Yang Zhenxiong and others.

It was learned that the situation on the border battlefield had gradually tilted in favor of the other three sects, and the defeat of the three righteous sects was only a matter of time.

At the same time, there were also many demonic monks who burned, killed, and looted around Wanren City, destroying many mortal villages and towns, as well as many monks' strongholds.

"Ugh."

Chen Qing sighed.

The situation in Song State is now irreversible. The top-level Nascent Soul cultivators have not yet taken action, but the battlefield at the Jindan level has already begun to collapse.

It seems that he has to consider running away again.