Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

The bald man lunged at Liu Xing, his gaunt hands like eagle claws, his sharp green nails clawing at his throat. Liu Xing raised his shield to block, his nails scraping against the loggerhead shield with a piercing sound. However, the scratch was fleeting, demonstrating the shield's incredible defensive power. At the same time, Liaochen's whisk swept over, and Liu Xing used his Jade Wave Sword to block it.

Liu Xing was looking for a challenge; it was rare to encounter an opponent of his equal strength. He had previously been able to hunt a Level 4 demonic beast on his own, and now he wanted to see if he could defeat a cultivator at the False Dan realm. He was also quite curious about the magic techniques. Everyone was terrified of the term "magic," so he wanted to take this opportunity to gain more experience. Only by understanding them could he more clearly identify his opponents, and avoid being intimidated by the unknown when encountering a demonic cultivator in the future.

Seeing his initial strike had failed, the bald man unleashed his blood magic. Two blood chains flew from the pool, one entwining Liu Xing's form, the other attacking the Jade Wave Sword. The Jade Wave Sword was a common, top-grade magical weapon, but upon contact with the blood chains, it was quickly tainted by the blood, its spiritual power severely diminished, rendering it incapable of further combat. However, the blood light entwining his form was blocked by the Loggerhead Turtle Shield, preventing it from breaking through his defenses for a short time. Liu Xing understood that the blood light had the ability to taint magical weapons, but it also depended on their grade.

While the Jade Wave Sword was damaged, Liaochen swept his whisk towards Liu Xing's head. Liu Xing remained calm, his blue helmet lighting up and easily blocking the whisk. At this time, the Manta Saw Wheel in Liu Xing's hand had also been trained. It emitted a sharp shriek and charged towards the bald man. The bald man did not dare to underestimate him. He stretched out his right hand towards the sky above the blood pool, and a ball of blood light was caught and formed into a blood cloud. The blood cloud seemed as soft as cotton, but it was surprisingly strong in defense. The Manta Saw Wheel was wrapped in the blood cloud, as if it was stuck in a quagmire. Liu Xing was still quite easy to fight two against one, and the battle reached a stalemate. Liu Xing was fearless because he had the mountain cat Duoduo as a backup, and he was not afraid of the depletion of spiritual power. He wanted to force out the various magical powers of the blood demon and experience the power of the blood magic.

Seeing that his attack was in vain, the bald man roared in anger. Lechen actually gave up attacking Liu Xing and quickly retreated to the big man's side. The big man grabbed Lechen and flew him to the altar. An obscure spell rang out, and Lechen's body was surrounded by blood and gradually dissipated into nothingness. He was absorbed by the bald man, and the two became one.

"In an incarnation?!" Liu Xing was shocked and confused. This was an extraordinary magical power. Legend has it that powerful monks could cultivate an incarnation, which would give them an invisible helper when fighting against the enemy, doubling their power.

After the bald man merged with Liaochen, his form drastically transformed into a two-headed, four-armed monster. His clothes were torn, leaving his upper body naked and crimson, his powerful muscles brimming with explosive power. Two heads stood upright on either shoulder, each gaping with bloody maws and baring sharp fangs, eager to devour its prey. His face was distorted and he roared silently, as if in immense pain. His eyes, blood-red and gleaming with bloodthirstiness, glared at Liu Xing with a fierce, greedy glare.

The blood pool surrounding the altar seemed to boil with the blood demon's transformation. The essence and blood of Madam Long and the others suspended in the air flowed toward the blood demon on the altar at an even faster rate. The blood demon's mana had now reached the level of a false elixir, its energy thickening. Liu Xing, recovering from his initial shock, launched his ray saw wheel at the blood demon's shoulder, testing his defenses. The blood demon didn't resist, and the wheel struck the shoulder, tearing away a large chunk of flesh. Liu Xing was surprised that the entire arm hadn't been severed. This indicated that the blood demon's physical strength had increased several levels, surpassing even that of a fourth-level demon beast.

The flywheel flew back into his hand, and the Blood Demon let out a strange laugh. Liu Xing saw the flesh on the wound on the Blood Demon's shoulder actually begin to wriggle, buds tangling with each other, and new flesh quickly grew. In a moment, the wound was healed. Such rapid recovery ability shocked Liu Xing.

The Blood Path Demonic Arts were truly extraordinary. The ability to transform into an external form, enhance cultivation through transformation, contaminate magical instruments with blood pool magic, possess a formidable physique, and rapidly recover—each one of them was truly breathtaking. It's no wonder so many cultivators embraced the path of demonic cultivation; their individual combat prowess and rapid cultivation speed drew them in. While the methods employed in these practices were incredibly bloody and brutal, they were somewhat unsettling, a slight disadvantage compared to the benefits they offered. Liu Xing's persistence was entirely due to his profound magical power and the sharpness of his magical instruments. The other cultivators who joined him were generally defeated in a single round or two.

The Blood Demon's transformation intensified the pressure on Liu Xing. He stared intently at the Blood Demon, searching for a weak spot to attack. The Blood Demon licked his crimson tongue, his mind frantic and seemingly unbalanced. This could be another drawback of magic. Rapid advancement and unstable mana can lead to mental confusion or the growth of inner demons. Therefore, if a cultivator lacks talent or a strong mind, they are more likely to become possessed, becoming a murderous monster.

The Blood Demon waved his hand, and four or five blood chains formed from the pool, entwining themselves around Liu Xing. This time, not only were the chains greater in number, but each one was also two or three times more powerful. Liu Xing was instantly entangled, his body ablaze with spiritual energy, his entire body protected by sharkskin armor and a blue helmet. The Blood Demon pulled the blood chains, and Liu Xing was involuntarily carried with him, soaring above the altar. Shocked, Liu Xing pulled out his missile cone, ready to inject spiritual energy into it and attack the Blood Demon's main body.

At that moment, the Blood Demon roared with laughter, activating the altar formation. Suddenly, a powerful surge of blood energy rushed into Liu Xing's body, instantly sucking Madam Long and the other four cultivators dry. Simultaneously, a steady stream of blood energy from the blood pool reached him. Liu Xing felt as if his body was about to burst, his mana nearly stagnating, struggling to function.

"Hahahaha, your magical power is so profound, it's just the perfect cauldron for me to refine the blood elixir. The golden elixir will be completed today!" The blood demon laughed wildly, his state of madness. The blood tank was out of Liu Xing's control, and he was frightened to death. His momentary complacency had put him in such a desperate situation.

Liu Xing was filled with regret. He had many ways to suppress the Blood Demon. For example, he had released Jiao Jiao and Duo Duo early on. With their help, he could have defeated Luo Chen and the bald man one by one, leaving them no chance to unite. Another example: if he had used the missile cone earlier, he could have dealt the Blood Demon a fatal blow, severely injuring him if not fatal, and easily killing him. As the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die. Why did he study the Blood Dao magic, putting himself in an irreversible and dangerous situation? Now it was too late to regret.